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livelaughloveneteyamm · 1 year

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“sit.” — ao’nung

ao’nung x fem!reader

warnings : oral (f), p in v, dirty talk, praise, teasing, fluff, daddy kink. i know this is not ao’nung in the picture but i feel like this is what he’d look like as Olo'eyktan. not proof read

today was the day ao’nung is to become Olo'eyktan, you hadn’t seen him all week because he was out doing things to get ready for this day so you were looking forward to finally seeing him during his celebration, you knew him all your life, the chiefs son and you were best friends with his sister tsireya because you were her age. when you were young you would admire him from a far, the way he was so fit but never had abs, the way he was so rude to everyone but you, that way he was good at everything he did. when you turned 13 and ao’nung turned 15 that’s when he started to notice you took a personal interest in him, the way he felt your eyes burning on him whenever he turned the other way, the way you would clench your thighs everytime he would tease you. when you would bite your lip whenever his hand brushed your thigh.

when he turned 16 and you turned 14 everything changed, ao’nung had lost it. he pulled you out of your tent in the middle of the night and just let everything out “i see you.” he whispered hands sliding onto your waist and he kisses your jaw and all the way up to your lips and closes the gap between you two, kissing you hard. he pulls back and looks you in the eyes “ Oel ngati kameie yawne” he says gripping his nails into your hips “Oel ngati kameie” you say out of breath.

by the time you were 16 the two of you were mated and this leads you to were you are now, you’re 18 and ao’nung 20. ao’nung never changed once personality wise but looks wise he was absolutely a different person, his body toned up so much more. the stomach that once had no abs has a 8 pack now.

you and whole clan are at ao’nungs celebration of him becoming the new chief, everyone is sitting quietly waiting for him to come out, you and tsireya and your family are sitting in the front row. that’s when you hear foots steps. then you see him. you take in everything about him, his long legs, his abs, his shoulders and then that’s when you see it. his new tattoo. that went from his shoulder to across his face. you swear you could’ve just came at the sight of him like that, everyone cheering but you drown out the sound just focusing on the way your mate looks.

ao’nung was walking around the whole time just greeting people as their new leader with you by his side until he no one left to greet. you and him were standing before everybody watching them dance and have fun. “you know, i really like it” you say catching his attention “like what?” he laughs, “this” your hand moves between you two and you trace your finger tips along his tattoo your fingertips brush along his nipple by accident making him inhale fast, you laugh at how sensitive they are, your movements fall onto the side of his face that was tattooed you cup his cheek “though i do miss seeing your pretty face without the tattoo, i still really like it” you smile at him making him smile two times wider at you, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder making you squeal “put me down ao” you hit his back while laughing.

he takes you away from the party. he takes you to where you first mated. a small cave with the floor completely covered in moss and flowers that would glow different colors depending on the feelings in the room. he puts you down finally. you stand in front of him looking him in the eyes, the flowers all turn pink “sit.” he says, you look at him dazed “hm?” you say “sit.” he says a little louder. you instantly submit. you usually put up a fight but today you felt as if you needed to listen. you sit on your calfs in front of your mate. the Olo'eyktan. looking up into his eyes as he slowly gets on his knee in front of you “lay back” he says rubbing your thighs, you let yourself fall back on the soft moss. he spreads your legs and slides his body over yours his hands up above your head are supporting him his eye contact lingers for a little while like he’s in a trance or something.

without a word he starts kissing your neck and down your shoulders, taking off your top and throwing across the floor somewhere for him to find later “i love you,my mate” he gives a little kiss to your right breast “i will never stop loving you” his kisses the other, the kisses trail down to your stomach “i will worship the ground you walk on.” he leaves another kiss on your stomach and slides off your loincloth and throws it aside. “and i promise to give you endless amounts of pleasure mentally and… physically” his tone is deep and his are eyes locked on your glistening pussy. he dives in right after saying that you immediately feel the heat spread through out your whole body, your hands fly to his newly done hair “fuuuk ao” you moan out trying not to mess up his hair.

he hums at his nickname that everyone calls him but only one gets to moan. his hands are gripping your thighs to hold them from closing on his head as he devours you sucking at your clit while you tweaked with your nipples, the attention he was showing your clit now falls onto your entrance, he lifts his head up and spits straight onto you cunt rubbing it in with his thumb “you’re such a good girl, you know that?” he praises as you trying your hardest not scream from the pleasure. you feel like you’re head is gonna pop from him shaking his head from side to side as his thumb works on your little clit, you feel the pleasure build up in your stomach “ao wait wait” you breath out, he stops and looks at you “i wanna cum with you inside me” you pled with him and he doesn’t waist a second sitting up and basically ripping his loincloth off his cock springing out and hitting his stomach he pulls you closer to him by your thighs. he rubs his angry cockhead against your clit, you whine just wanting him in you “stop teasing me ao!” you huff and it only makes him laugh “that’s no way to talk to your Olo'eyktan” he says as he pushes in you slowly, you had never fully taken him to say the least because you two never really had time. it felt like he ripping you into two but in a good way. your grab onto arm as he sets a steady pace snapping his hips forward looking for your sweet spot and when he found it. he had a field day.

“shit!” you cry whenever he starts speeding up hitting right where you needed it “is this what you needed my love?” he asks gripping waist and pushing him self deeper making tears blur your eyes “yes! please daddy please!” you scream not noticing what you just called him, he slows his pace making your eyes shoot open “what did you call me?” he’s smiles at you “ao i-” he cuts you off “mmm daddy. i like it”.

MY FIRST AO’NUNG FIC?!!?!?. and honestly i hate it so much. i might delete this. love y’all!!

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ilovehobi101 · 1 year

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Their concubine.

Pairing: Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x reader x Shuri, Namor/K’ul’ku’kan x Shuri

Part 2.

Warning: Infidelity M/f/f, polyamorous relationship, Dirty talk (in English and Yucatec Maya), Hickeys, Cockwarming, Creampie, Nipple play, Sweet nicknames, Pampering, love triangle, Choking, Beach Sex, Praise and degrading kink, Breeding kink, Masturbating, Cockdrunk, Spanking, Begging, Rough sex, Squirting, grammar mistakes?

Summary: You and your cousin Riri were invited to Princess Shuri's private wedding, once King Namor laid his eyes on you, he decided you will be his as well as his wife, you tried hard to say no but you couldn't resist the handsome god for long.

A/n: this is my first time writing for the MCU so be gentle with me lol, I might have focused more on Namor x reader but part 2 will be more of both. Sorry if it sucks.

You sat in awe of the beautiful wedding, your cousin was the maid of honor so you were left by yourself, Princess Shuri was gorgeous in her wedding dress and her groom was...you couldn't even describe his attractiveness. When you first saw his people you weren't shocked you mean there's a god of thunder and a purple alien so people who lived in the ocean weren't really that much of a shock at least to you, "Does anybody object?" the groom looked around as if daring anybody to say something, his dark chocolate orbs stopped on you with an emotion you couldn't read, a part of you wanted to turn around to see if he was actually looking at you but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more as when you sent an awkward smile towards him that seemed to snap him back and he looked back Shuri, with love in his eyes.

Everyone cheered, clapped, and hollered as the happy couple shared a deep passionate kiss, they pulled apart and faces their subjects "Wakanda forever! Líik’ik Talokan!" The Queen and king chanted to their people and their subjects repeated the only ones who didn't was you and Riri making you both feel out of place. the now-married couple began to walk to the after-party, and everyone followed soon after. You watch the sunset fall behind the ocean and the lights of the lanterns turn on with a drink in hand "Beautiful, isn't it?" a deep latin american accent called, you turned to look at who spoke and immediately froze as the handsome king walked up to you "Are you enjoying the party? " "it's amazing and yes it's more than beautiful" you answered hesitantly "What is your name, In hechicera? (My enchantress)” you rose your brow in confusion but told him anyways, He tested your name and oh the way it rolled off his tongue made a shiver ride up your spine before you ask for his.

"My people call me K’ul’ku’kan, My enemies call me Namor but you can call me In Ajaw'o," he smirked slyly "I want you as mine, my concubine." he spoke looking into your eyes with want and determination, you open your mouth to answer but luckily your phone ringed, saving you "I got to umm t-take this." you stutter, speed walking more like run away from Namor.

Namor softly chuckled as he watched you run away, how he can't wait to hear your pretty moans and cries for him, to hear his hips smack against your hips as your nails pierce his back, to see your lust and desperate-filled eyes begging him to use you, to please your king. You couldn't believe what just happened, you're pretty you know that but hot, attractive men barely looked at you twice and to have someone like him, who oozes dominance that you just want to submit to, allow him to do what he wished to do to you was overwhelming, to say the least. you quickly found your cousin, telling her you got to go. You thought that was the end of it but man you were wrong, it was a week after the wedding, and a necklace of silver chain with light blue, and darker blues jewels with a handwritten note on your doorstep,

' Encantadora (Enchantress) you have enchanted me with your beauty and I hope this will enhance you as you have me. I had it made by my finest jeweler, and the jewels hand-picked by me. I would love to see you adore it, in hechicera.-

- A Ajaw'o' (Your king)

You looked up past the trees to the ocean, and you wondered if he was watching. You looked back at the necklace 'fuck it' you took it inside and put it into your jewelry box. The next day another necklace arrived a gradient blue seashell with gold on the edge of it, this came with a note as well, his way with words was charmingly elegant, and gift after gift came, a row of seashells of silver and blue, a pair of earrings that wrapped around your earlobes and was shaped like a fish's side fins, seashells, and starfish covered the top and bottom of the fins, a long chain of pearls dangled down, the held colorful blue shell, it was the most beautiful of the jewelry he had sent to you "I-it's beautiful." you said in awe as you walked back into your home to put it were you kept the things Namor gifted you. You smiled then paused, this is wrong, you were openly letting princess Shuri's, your role model, husband court you if that was what he was doing. No, this couldn't continue the next gift you'll give back somehow.

You woke up bright and early, as expected another gift laid on your doormat but instead of jewelry it was a conch shell blue and white in color with a note beneath it

'Encantadora, if you wish to see me as I do, blow into this and lay it into the ocean and I will come to your call.

- A Ajaw'o'

'Huh, convenient.' you thought as you strutted your way back into your house and left the Conch Shell on your couch side table as you gathered a bag to put all his gifts, courting gifts? and begin to make your way to the beach, on the way millions of thoughts flew through your mind what struck you as odd is 'I don't what this to stop.' that almost made you pause in your step, but you finally made it 'ok all I have to do is blow this and put it into the ocean, I got this but how far?' you let the bag dropped to the sand, lifting the shell to your lips, you blew into as hard as you could, you need him to hear, and throw the shell into the ocean.

You paced back and forward, trying to gather your courage when a splash caught your attention, and your jaw dropped 'Lord, help me.' you watched as Namor walked out of the waves with short dark green shorts, a gold belt, and a neckpiece with a set of golden seashells and pearls wrapped around his neck, gold jeweled bracelets on his wrists and biceps. Namor pushed his hair out of his face, the sun shined upon him causing the water to make his brown skin seem like it was sparkling. You shut your mouth and gulped as you hyped yourself up "In hechicera. " Namor acknowledged "U-Umm I uh here!" you went to reach for the bag of jewelry but his hand stopped you and made you look up at him "Are my gifts not to your satisfaction?" He questioned, his thumb rubbing your chin "No they're absolutely beautiful but—" "Then why rejected me In yakunaj? (My Love) " he questioned again, his lips centimeter away, his dark eyes gazing into yours "I..i" you didn't want too but you wanted him, with your entire being, you wanted to feel what it was like to be fucked by a god it wouldn't hurt for a day right? You could just say no more after, yeah that's what you'll do.

"Please.." you whispered, Namor smirked and his lips laid upon yours, his hands on your waist pulling you against his hardening bulge. A whimper climbs its way out of you as his hot tongue explores your mouth, and your breathing became uneven when you felt his hand wrap around your nape and his other groping your ass. "Le mía, in jats'uts concubina." he whispered against your lips, moving on to kiss your shoulder and gently manhandle you to lay on the sand, you could feel yourself become wet, and your patience grows thin "Please, I need you!" you beg, bucking your hips against him"Yes? What does my concubine want?" he growled, biting and sucking your neck, "Fuck me, please I feel like I'll die if you don't," you whine, grinding your clothed cunt hard against his hard member.

"Toop (Fuck). take off your clothes." Namor hissed, his cock twitching to be inside of you. You happily do what he ordered, how can you say no to a king, a fucking hot ass king like him, you practically rip your shirt, bra, skirt, and underwear off, and your cheeks felt got as you watch what he'd do. Namor took a moment to admire you, your pussy was glistening with your arousal, your breasts move up and down for your heavy breathing, your eyes held desperation for him and your lips parted just a little bit, he wanted so badly to make your lips swollen with his kisses but he was a benignant king, he will make your wish come true. Namor spread his pre-cum down his cock to lubricate, making it a bit easier, he knew it might hurt, his cock wasn't average, he was thick and long but fuck he couldn't wait.

"Ready in yakunaj?" he smirked, his cock head nudging your drooling core, you only nodded with excitement, Namor chuckled and kissed you as he slide home, balls deep "Joder ti', jump'éel coño jach apretado, perfecto utia'al a ajawo'" He groaned in his native tongue "Fuck, such a tight pussy, perfect for your king." he translated, gritted his teeth as his skilled hips began to work. His pace was slow at first, letting you get used to him but that didn't last long, his dick drilled into you like no man has as if he'll never fuck another pussy, feral growls left him as he suck at your neck, marking you his, your moans and whines, his growls and groans, skin slapping was all you could hear.

You gasped, his mouth engulfing your hardened nipple, and his large hand hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, his cock now hitting the ring of your cervix, fucking you into the sand"FUCK! Go-gonna cum!" you cried, tears in corner of your glossy orbs, "Cum, Encantadora ." Namor ordered after letting go of your nipple, his brown eyes locked with yours and like that you cummed making a mess on Namor's dick and the sand below you, Namor buried his face into your neck to muffle his loud groan as he thrusted hard, dumping his cum into you, filling every part of your walls. Namor took a moment to regain his senses before he slowly pulled out with a wetting pop that made you flustered as his and your cum came out like a river onto the already cum covered sand. "You are mine," he said slowly, with seriousness, you knew it was true, you were kidding yourself when you thought you could say no to this man "Yours," you replied, you knew this wouldn't last but fuck you'll enjoy well you can.

You thought your relationship was gonna be all about sex but it was more than that, even though he was busy as the king of Talocan and now Wakanda he still made time for you. He let you show him your likes and your dislikes, and hobbies, he let you cook your favorite foods for him, although he did not show you knew he liked it, he watched your favorite movies while you cuddled, your head under his chin and his strong arm wrapped around you. Your favorite moment is when you showed him 'the little mermaid', he said nothing but you could see he wanted to, wanting to respect your likes, but it wasn't one-sided he showed you dances of his people, showed you how to paint, and teach you some words of his native language, he even trusted you enough give you kimoyo beads that Princess Shuri updated that allow the wearer could visit talocan with a skin-tight suit but still able to protect them and he showed you how his people tamed whales, beautiful fish you ever thought you'd see up clos.

That night he made love to you, you tricked yourself into not seeing it that way but it was broken when on the edge of unconsciousness, he whispered that he loved you, he had fallen in love with you, and how you truly were an enchantress. You fall asleep with a smile, knowing he felt the same.

"In hechicera let's go for a swim, I want to show you something," Namor spoke catching your attention from your book "Ok let me get dressed" you smiled excited to see more of his world "What you have on is enough, let's go." he got up and made his way out the door with you rushing to keep up. The trip didn't take so long, you both stopped at a stone ring which Namor put his hands in, and suddenly a current of water appeared, Namor looked at you, a mischievous glint in his browns "wait no!—" you screamed as he grinned, taking your hand and swimming into the strong current, dragging you with him. You squeeze your eyes shut from fear, relaxing only a bit when you felt his muscular arms, protecting you. "Open your eyes" he whispered after you made it to your destination, hesitantly you opened your eyes and silently gasped, a beautiful city stands before you was this talocan? "let's go." he gestured as he swam to the city, you not far away.

As you both continue swam until you were in the capital city, you looked around you kids were playing, adults buying and selling stuff, and some even waved at you "Hola, mmm in wéetlail yéetel Teene' ichilo'ob teech ki'ichpam. (Hello umm me and my friends think you're beautiful)" A little girl came up to you and nervously looked back at her friends who were just as nervous, you gazed back at her friends with a soft smile and back at her "Hola yéetel Yo'olal ba'ax Nib óolal, teech xan teech ki'ichpam. (Hello, and why thank you, you're beautiful too)" you spoke softly. Namor watched on the sidelines as you interact with the children, asking their names and a thought crossed his mind, he wanted to see you like this with your children, to see you speaking softly to them and caring for them, then his thoughts dirty, he wanted to fuck your womb fill of cum, so much there would be no doubt you'd get pregnant, to see you swelling with his child, breed you time and time again, to hear you beg for it. He had to hurry and show his second surprise before he lost his control and composure, it seems only you and Shuri had a way to make him lose control of himself easily. "I have one thing more to show you." Namor informed "ok let's go" you replied before saying goodbye to the children.

You made it to his palace, it was more astounding than you imagined, you stopped in front of a clear box that was attached to the wall that had a brown door leading to a room, swimming into the box you looked at Namor curious but he smiles slyly and gestured for you to wait. The water started swirling around you and down a drain on the floor you didn't notice, it continued until no water was inside. You looked around shocked, your suit disappearing into your beads "there's more." he pointed to the door, and you took a breath and open the door, your jaw dropped as you walked into the room almost in a trance-like. The wall was a light blue, so light it was almost white, a king-sized bed stood against the middle of the wall, and a round headboard coral was decorated on the top, it looked so soft in front of the bed against the wall was a large wardrobe, a light oak brown in color, on the left wall was a beautiful vanity and bookshelves, with bean bags around the bookshelves and on the other walls was huge windows with white curtains, you step closer to the windows as colorful fish swim passed by. "How?" you asked in awe ""How" is never as important as "Why"." you turned to look at him "Why?" you questioned as you walk up to him "Because I have come to love you. I love you Encantadora." He started looking at you with such fondness, you could help but pull him into a heated kiss that lead to the bed and clothes being tossed.

"Such a slut for your god." Namor hissed when your heat welcome him, and you bounced on his dick, your nails digging into his muscular chest, leaving small angry crescent moons for everyone to see. "Please, not enough, more!" you cried with tears in your eyes as you quicken your pace, trying and failing to find the pleasure he can only bring, begging him to fuck you as not even you can do, Namor just smirked, planting his feet on the mattress and thrusted up, hard. Brushing that special spot and hitting your cervix, all thoughts left, and only his cock, his long, hard cock was on your mind and in your pussy, the only thing that mattered now. his thrusts were rapid, rough, and downright punishing. You yelped as he slapped your ass "What? Can't think? In puta tonta." he purred in his baritone voice, his eyes lusted and lidded as he suddenly got you onto your back, your legs to your chest, cock still inside you.

"Fuck." you panted as he pounded away, your nails running down his back "Yaan in tséentik in linda peek'o' reproductora, chup a seen u Ma'atech a sentirás vacía, a k'áat le je'elo'. Ba'ax tia'al ten a Ajaw." Namor grunted his hips smacking into your ass "Gonna breed my pretty breeding bitch, fill you so much that you'll never feel empty, do you want that? To serve your king?" he repeated in English, his accent even thicker, you let out a lewd moan at his words squeezing hard around him and feeling your climax coming, he spanked you as he asked again "Please let me to be filed with you." you slurred cockdrunk, eyes locked with his, body jerking from his thrusting. a snap of his hips had you squirting, absolutely drenching you and him the bed, his thrust became sloppy as he fulfilled his promise, his lips on yours in a kiss full of passion.

Shuri controlled her heavy breathing as she came around her fingers, watching as her husband fucked you like he hated you from the wardrobe, she waited for you both to fall asleep to leave. She needed to think of her next course of action.

Translation:

Le mía, in jats'uts concubina

Mine, my pretty concubine.

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fluffytriceratops · 1 year

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𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 - 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔]

Notes: the gif makes me think of the "i got it" moment between Mike and Leo. You'll understand when you read it. My writing is rusty and this is unedited because I'm lazy, so it might be shit. :D Possibly part one? I might write a part two- idk yet. I was in the mood for angst and this has been sitting in my drafts for literally ages so I figured I'd finish it up and post it since it's also been ages since I've posted a TMNT imagine! ALSO- REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN! If you would like to submit a request, please do so via asks, and please read my rules on my blog before hand, thank you! <33

Warnings: mature language, ANGST, mentions of addiction, mentions of alcohol, mental/emotional abuse, mentions of depression, brief mentions of self harm, etc.

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Her gaze was locked onto the screen of her phone. She had opened her camera app to double check her appearance before going in, but what she saw caught her off guard. The large purple bags under her eyes, the paleness of her skin. All the weight she had lost was visible in her face alone, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it under baggy clothes. She didn't need anyone worrying about her. She could take care of herself... Y/n knew she hadn't been sleeping well. Not at all, actually. The only time she got the chance to get some rest was when she passed out from sheer exhaustion. Was it unhealthy? Oh absolutely. But she couldn't help herself. It didn't help that she worked two jobs. Ever since her father got fired, she was the one who had to keep everyone afloat. It was driving her mad.

Taking in a shaky breath, she shoved her phone back into her sweater's pocket and began to walk the rest of the way to the lair. It wasn't far. It didn't take long at all for her to get there. Once she stepped inside, she was greeted by the smell of pizza. Her stomach turned and she felt nauseous immediately. Y/n hadn't told anyone that she had gone on a diet. Not yet, anyway. Nor did she tell them she had stopped eating much at all. She was fine, they didn't need to know.

Y/n tucked a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, she took in another shaky breath before walking up to where they were. Their voices were loud and expressive. Raphael let out a bark of laughter, slapping Mikey on the shell in amusement. Leo was busy talking with April, and Casey was stuck chatting with Vern. It was Donatello who had noticed her first. "Hey, Y/n! We were starting to think you wouldn't make it!" He greeted with a cheerful smile.

She tried not to flinch under their sudden gazes. Pulling her lip between her teeth anxiously. God, she felt like vomiting. She needed to leave. "Yeah! You're late dude! What took you so long!?" Michelangelo whined, walking over and moving to sling an arm across her shoulders. She ducked under him before he got the chance.

"N-Nothing, really. Just took my time." Y/n shrugged, shuffling over towards the rest of them hurriedly. She had been dodging their embraces recently, and they were starting to notice. Mikey pursed his lips in a pout, missing the skeptic look on his brother's faces. They had all been brushing off her behavior, but this had been going on for what felt like forever. She was starting to look worse each time they saw her. There was one turtle who knew more than the other's. One who had suspected something was off a lot sooner than everyone else. Leonardo watched Y/n closely. Blue eyes practically glued to her.

"What kind of pizza would you like? We got meat lovers, cheese, veggie-" she cut Donnie off. "None, thanks. I'm uh, dieting." She shrugged, rocking on the balls of her feet nervously. Y/n could feel his eyes boring into her. Her heart rate increased rapidly. Pounding against her rib cage in a desperate plea to flea. Don looked at the other's briefly before turning his gaze back to the female. He nodded slowly, "Okay. Um, would you like something else?" Y/n's hands tightened in her pockets, curling into fists. She simply shook her head. "No thanks.. Not hungry.."

The room grew oddly silent for a few beats. Vern coughed obnoxiously into his elbow just to clear the silence. Leo had yet to look away from Y/n. It made her feel more nervous than anything else. Why was he starring at her? Couldn't he look somewhere else? Just when she was about to say or do something she'd definitely regret, Casey had spoken up. "So, uh, Y/n- I saw your dad today." Her head snapped towards him in a matter of seconds. It was a wonder how she didn't get whiplash. "You did? Where?"

She sounded nervous, and the other's picked up on it immediately. Raph and Donnie caught each other's gaze before the red clad turtle looked towards their leader. Leo was silent and observing. He stood still with his arms folded over his chest. Lips pressed into a flat line and brow ridge lightly furrowed. Raphael watched his brother closely, but his attention was moved else where as the conversation continued.

Casey, who was glad to get away from Vern, stepped forwards. Snatching himself up another slice of pizza. "Convenience store, on West Street. I was grabbing the drinks for today and bumped into him. His hand was all bandaged up, apparently he went to the ER today." He said before taking a merry bite out of the delightful pie. Y/n's gaze darkened.

Stop talking. Shut up. Don't say another word. Please. She all but begged, starring at him numbly. She knew this already. She was the one who dropped him off at the hospital. If it were possible, Y/n felt sicker than before. Her hands began to shake, she was just glad they were hidden in the pockets of her hoodie. She bit her tongue to stop from bolting. Everyone else was quiet, listening to Casey's story. Looking between the both of them as he spoke. She wanted to cry. "I know." She said, barley managing to get the words out.

Casey didn't seem to catch on. Or if he did, he continued to speak about it anyway. "So you know he put his hand through a window?" He was looking at her intensely, hell everyone was. Especially Leo. His gaze felt like fire, burning holes into her skull. She wanted to combust into flames. Right then and there.

"Yeah. Anything else." Y/n's tone grew bitter, and she couldn't help but glare at him. Hoping, praying, that he would just drop it and leave her alone. Casey ignored her. "Well, I know it's your mom's birthday. And I know it's been hard for the both of you. So y'know, we just wanted to check in." He gestured towards all of them, and she barley managed to peek towards them. Had they been talking about her?

"Casey-" April warned, shaking her head subtly at him. Either he didn't see it, or he ignored her as well. "And he was very charming. But he seemed kind of sad. I'd hate to see it happen again, so maybe you should keep a better eye on him." Was he serious? He couldn't be fucking serious, right? Y/n felt like she had swallowed cotton balls. Her nails punctured her skin and she igno red the light stinging. She was staring at a random crumb on the table. Gazing at it as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Completely and utterly silent.

Leo's arms unfolded and he took a step towards her, but she quickly turned her gaze back to Casey. "Everyday is my mother's birthday.." She started, gaze icy, voice venomous. Leo stopped in his tracks, everyone was looking at her, but she focused on Casey solely. "My mother was born in December. He lied. He's a liar." Tears glazed at the corners of her eyes but she's refused to let them fall. Voice rising in anger.

"And I'm glad- really, I'm glad that you found him charming. I'm sure he was delightful. He's a blast after five drinks. Not so much after nine though, he get's a little weepy and mean." Mikey's eyes widened and he looked towards his older brother's worriedly. She hadn't uttered a word of this before, it was the first time anyone was hearing it. Leo's jaw clenched but she hadn't noticed it. Too busy focusing all her pent up anger on Casey. "He's a drunk. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are. How he wished he could have a son like you. And how sad he is because he doesn't get to spend more time with me." She hadn't meant to cry, but the tears had started to slip down her pale cheeks. Y/n wiped at them angrily.

Casey stood there in shock, taking in her angry words carefully. He didn't dare say anything, all he did was look at her and take it. "Yesterday he said that I was his favorite daughter. The day before, I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before- he wrote me a check fortwenty thousand dollarsbecause he said I deserved everything life had to offer. Because he was so proud of me. A lifetimes worth of proud..." her voice cracked and her bottom lip trembled. Y/n looked down, forcing her hair to partially hide her face. She tried to collect herself as she wiped at her tears with her sleeve. "You can't listen to a word that man says. Everything that comes out of his mouth is about as many bottles as he can stomach before he either vomits it up or passes out."

"But thank you for telling me to keep a better eye on him." Y/n shook her head and turned on her heal. Storming out of the room and out of the lair altogether. She was tired of all this bullshit.

"Y/n! Wait!" Mikey moved to go after her but Leo clamped a hand down onto his shoulder. "I got it..." He muttered, casting an annoyed glance at Casey from over his shoulder before he chased after the h/c female.

"Well that was a train wreck." Vern muttered, wincing at the glare Casey shot in his direction. "How was I supposed to know." He hissed. "It's not like Y/n's a very open person."

"We all knew something was up, I'm sure Casey just wanted to make sure she was okay." April said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Case smiled at her briefly in thanks.

"I wish she would have said something..." Donnie whispered, twiddling his 'thumbs' nervously. "Maybe we could have helped her somehow."

"Y/n's stubborn. She doesn't wanna rely on anyone else. She doesn't wanna be a burden." Raph grumbled, shrugging his shoulders. "Still. I wish she would lean on us a little more. I'd like ta give her father a piece of my mind." He huffed.

Michelangelo's lips pulled into a frown. "You.. You don't think he hits her, do you?" The room fell silent, and everyone turned their gazes towards the area she had left.

"Leo'll make sure she's okay." Don spoke quietly, hands clenching each other desperately.

━

She knew he was following her. But he didn't approach. Not in the sewers, and not outside of them, either. He was waiting for the right time. Giving her a chance to cool off. If anything, the fact that Leo had come after her only pissed Y/n off more. She didn't want to get a lecture from him. She didn't want to rant. She wanted to lay in bed and cry. And she wanted to do it alone.

Y/n managed to hold herself together pretty well. She only let a few tears and sniffles slip out on her way back home. She lived in a sketchy part of the city in a small and dinky apartment. It was her, her two sisters Lucy and Amelia, and their father. Her mother had died a few years back. Her father was never the same after that. He ended up losing the job he had since before he met his wife. He couldn't keep a job afterwards, either. And he started drinking. He drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Any little bit of money he made went straight into alcohol. Lucy was the youngest, she had yet to start high school. Amelia was the oldest. She spent most of her time at her home with her fiance and their newborn son. She couldn't stand to even look at their father. She refused to see him. They always fought, too. Amelia wanted to take Y/n and Lucy with her, but Lucy was in custody of their father. And Y/n refused to leave him to rot.

Y/n's keys jingled as she pulled them from her pocket and jammed them into the deadbolt on the door of her apartment. She knew Leo would already be inside when she entered. And if not, then he was waiting on her fire escape.

The door slammed shut behind her, she kicked her shoes off by the door and walked further inside. There was no sight of her father, so he must be out. Most likely at the bar down the street. It was within walking distance and it was the weekend. There was no way he wouldn't be there. Lucy was sleeping over at Amelia's for the weekend, which meant she was home alone.

The thought would have been extremely comforting had Leonardo not been lurking around the corner.

She passed through the kitchen and walked down the hallway that lead to the bedrooms. Amelia's old room was first, it was completely empty now. Y/n shared a room with Lucy. She was supposed to move into Amelia's room after Amelia moved out, but Lucy didn't feel safe alone. And it wasn't just her father making her feel that way. Y/n was comforting to her. Knowing she was sleeping in the same room kept her calm. Their father's room was the last one. The door was always closed. No one was ever allowed in. He slept on the couch more than his own bed.

The second Y/n pushed her bedroom door open she saw Leonardo standing at the foot of her bed. Patiently waiting for her.

Y/n's gaze hardened, but she said nothing. She kicked the door shut behind her and walked past him to her desk. She needed to do something. Anything. She just needed to keep busy. So she started to organize her college assingments.

Leo remained quiet, simply watching her. After a few minutes of Y/n shuffling papers and slamming drawers he opened his mouth. "Y/n."

"Don't." She snapped, tensing at the sound of his voice.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say..." He breathed, blue; blue eyes glued to her. Scared that if he looked away she would crack and break into a million pieces.

"I don't want you to say anything." She mumbled, voice strained. Her movements had seized. She simply stood there, back facing him. Honestly she was afraid that if she turned and caught sight of his ocean colored eyes, she'd burst.

The room grew quiet again. Y/n knew he was looking at her. She could feel his intense gaze plastered to her back. Studying every small movement she made. The light tremble of her hands. The slight shaking of her shoulders. The wobbling of her knees. Y/n tried to hold herself together. Keep the tears at bay. It was a fools wish.

She could feel his presence. Feel him walking closer. Till he was just a few meesly inches away from her. Leo was so close she knew if she took the tiniest of steps backward his chest would connect with her back. His hand grazed her arm and she broke the silence with a sharp inhale.

And she crumbled.

Tears blurred her vision as she gasped out a shuddering sob. A sob that shook her entire body. One that stole the breath from her lungs and broke her heart into millions of microscopic pieces. She collapsed against him and he held her tightly against his plastron. Strong arms hooking around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

Leonardo said nothing as she cried. It wasn't the first time she cried in his arms. And it most certainly wouldn't be the last.

Nothing was said or done. Neither of them moved. He just held her tight as she let out everything she had been holding in. By the time her cries had quieted, and tears dried on her skin. The sun had started to set. Basking the room in its warm fading glow through the window. Painting the two of them in a lovely array of yellows, oranges, and pinks.

Leo slowly turned Y/n around. Even when she was crying, she was utterly beautiful. Achingly so. He placed his hand under her chin and slowly tilted her red face upwards. Her e/c dewy eyes met his own. There was no longer a wall between them. He had managed to break it down in a matter of seconds. And now, all her pain was visible to him in her eyes.

There was a reason they say eyes are the windows to the soul.

Leo had built his own wall. One he kept up at all times. Around everyone. Everyone except her.

No words needed to be expressed between either of them. They already knew exactly how the other was feeling. With one simple glance. That's all it took. All it ever took.

Leonardo leaned down instinctevly, slowly and cautiously. Waiting and watching to see if she would pull away. Y/n never did. Instead, she slowly and hesitantly moved closer. That's when their lips connected.

A soft and deseperate kiss was shared. He held her face delicately, as if she would crumble into dust in his arms. Y/n clutched at him desperately, afraid he'd see how truly broken and damaged she was and pull away. Leo wasn't going anywhere. Something he told her with his lips as he peppered her skin with kisses. And when he reached her mouth again, he kissed her hard. He poured his soul into her. She drank him up.

As they parted for air. Y/n gasping for a whole other reason. He grabbed her hand and pressed a few more tender kisses to her knuckles. Eyes locked. Chests heaving. Hearts pounding.

Their souls danced the same.

"You don't have to hide around me. There's no need to barricade your feelings anymore." Leo whispered, brushing his thumb against the back of her hand. "You can show me the darkest and scariest parts of yourself. I'm not going anywhere."

A few more tears slid down her tender red cheeks. They caught the light of the sun and shone like tiny falling stars. He brushed them away with his lips.

"Even if I'm destined to crumble into nothing?" Y/n breathed, placing her hand on his chest. Fingertips tracing the markings engraved into his plastron from years of battle and training.

"Even if you're destined to crumble into nothing." Leo whispered, pressing a loving kiss to each rosey cheek. "I'll always be here. Right here. In your arms, where I belong."

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Blind to it all: a last of us fic

Prompt submitted by @two-birds-alone-together ❤️

Heads up for blood and disturbing stuff.

read at ao3 here

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“I still can’t believe it,” Ellie whispers.

Her face is buried into Joel’s flannel, fuzzy and warm and smelling like soap, because for all of the stress and pain that staying at the hospital has involved, it’s also meant showers every god damn day, as many as she wants, and a sink to wash laundry in every week.

She’d scrubbed her skin raw the day they’d arrived – after the drama subsided. Joel was knocked out for a while, which left her feeling panicky and unanchored. Even though the friendly Firefly surgeon – Doctor ‘Call me Jerry’ Anderson – had offered to show her around, bragging about the machines and equipment they’d managed to salvage, she refused to leave Joel’s bedside until he was up. When he’d eventually rolled over, meeting her eyes with his, she hadn’t been able to hold back the tears. They actually made it.

“I know,” Joel says softly. “I can’t either. But it’s real.” He breathes it out shakily, his voice trembling. She feels the words rumble through his chest and presses her face in against him just a little bit harder. It kind of sounds like he’s still crying – everyone has been, pretty much all day.

They’re curled up together on the small stretcher in the corner of the little room they’ve been staying in for the past month and a half. “Told you they’d have a room ready,” he’d said, leaning against the doorway and grinning at her as she turned the sink on and off – so fucking relieved to see running water again after the dirty, gritty, painful slog here from Colorado.

They’d tried to push back against them being in one room together – tried to push back on Joel being there with her at all, really – but Joel said they were a ‘package deal’, which made her feel all tingly. “You touch him, I’m done,” Ellie had snarled, holding her knife up to her throat when Marlene had first tried to suggest he wasn’t welcome to stay. “I’m not doing shit without him here – I’ll fucking kill myself if you try to take him away.”

Dramatic, maybe. Joel hadn’t really approved of her approach but, hey – it was effective.

The way he’s holding onto her now is the way they’ve spent so many nights here, his arms wrapping her up in a big bear hug as she snuggles against his chest. With his arm covering up the ear that isn’t pressed against his chest, the sounds of music and yelling and cheering from the hallway are a bit muted.

“If anyone could save the world, kiddo, it’d be you.” He says softly into her hair, with so much emotion in his voice it makes tears start welling up all over again for her.

The door bangs open. “Cheers, you two,” Marlene says, as she walks in holding onto two cups.

Joel shifts a bit, his arms tightening just slightly around Ellie in a way that makes her smile. He’s always so fucking protective. “What have we here?” Joel says with a chuckle. “Do I need to remind you she’s only fourteen?”

“Hey!” Ellie says, slapping his chest and getting a laugh out of both of them.

“Fourteen. Forty. Look, she can have anything in the fucking world she wants, as far as I’m concerned,” Marlene chuckles. She puts the cups down on the bedside table, her eyes bright and soft as she looks at Ellie. She looks like a completely different person than the hardened woman who’d sat in front of her and changed her whole fucking life back in Boston. So long ago, now. Everything’s changed so much. She wiggles in even tighter against Joel, like she’s trying to merge into him.

“It’s just juice – don’t worry.” Marlene says to Joel. “Only brought the hard stuff for you.”

She gives him a wink, and Ellie realizes that she’s hammered. She can’t hold back the laughter – luckily, Joel and Marlene are laughing too, caught up in the giddy insanity that seems to be taking over the whole damn building right now.

Ellie sits up eagerly to grab the cups, passing one over to Joel, but giving it a sniff first. The sharp smell of alcohol makes her shudder, and Joel and Marlene both laugh at her.

Her own cup is a bright yellow colour – apple juice, her fucking favourite. She’ll never get used to a drink tasting so good. She downs it in a few chugs, not taking the rim of the cup from her lips until it’s drained. To her delight, Joel does the same, tossing back his drink in a few swallows.

“Not bad,” he says, tipping the now empty cup to Marlene before tossing carelessly it into the corner.

“Thought you might be a whiskey drinker,” Marlene says.

Ellie giggles and chucks hers in the same direction. This whole fucking day feels like a fever dream. She never wants to wake up.

“Well - it probably ain’t gonna be easy, getting to sleep after all of this – excitement. Drink’ll probably help me out, so thanks for that – but I’m thinkin’ we really oughta get some rest. Been a long day.” Joel says out loud, to both her and Marlene.

Marlene nods, slapping her hands on her thighs. “Right. Still leaving tomorrow? Sure you’re ready to say good bye to all this?”

She gestures around to the stark, almost bare room, and snorts at her own joke.

“Soon as things are organized,” Joel confirms. “What time do you think everything’ll be ready?” He’s moved his hand up to stroke Ellie’s hair and she feels her eyes closing involuntarily.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” Marlene says.

“You’re gonna give him his dose first thing, right?” Ellie says without opening her eyes.

“Yep,” Marlene replies. “Don’t worry – you’ve made it really clear that Joel’s going to be part of the first round.”

Ellie listens to her footsteps getting further away, and then stop. She opens her eyes to peek, and sees Marlene standing in the doorway, looking at them. The look on her face is suddenly so different. It makes Ellie’s stomach pang with worry. She looks - sad, maybe?

Her voice sounds more somber too. “I want to say… I know this hasn’t been… and easy process. For either of you.”

Ellie snorts at the understatement, thinking of all of the pain from all of the nightmarish testing - the hours she’s spent shaking and puking on the cold floor while Joel wiped her face off and tried to keep her from losing her mind – the awful, out of body flashback she’d gotten lost in for a day when they kept insisting she needed to be in a hospital gown for tests, and she found herself flat on her in a cold room, looking up at faces she couldn’t recognize, touching her and hurting her - thinking of when Joel had broken off a piece of the wooden bed frame in a rage, wedging it under the door when the nurses came knocking for her early one morning and she’d broken down in tears, pleading, needing just one fucking day to sleep –

Yeah. It hasn’t been easy.

Marlene shakes her head, like she can’t believe any of this. “You both understand. I know you do. How important this is. So thank you, for everything you’ve given up so far. For all of the – for everything. I know it’s – there’s been a lot of suffering. The world won’t ever forget it. Won’t ever forget the two of you.” And then she leaves, closing the door gently behind her.

Ellie doesn’t think she’s ever going to be able to sleep. Her heart feels like it could explode – excitement, giddiness, overwhelm, shock. Gooey, warm, stupid affection for the grumpy old man who seems just fine with holding her like this, even though she’s basically a grown ass adult. Who keeps staying with her, even when it doesn’t make any sense.

But Joel’s steady hand stroking her hair has never failed to do the trick, and just a few minutes after Marlene’s gone she’s feeling the tug of sleep, her whole body going mushy. Joel must be falling asleep too – she can feel his arms relaxing around her, the hand in her hair slowing down. So even with the noise of the celebration going on in the hall, she drifts off. The last thing she remembers is Joel kissing the top of her head and whispering, “We’re finally going home, baby girl. You did it.”

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It takes a long time for her to wake up, and a lot longer for her eyes to open. But as soon as she can feel her body again, she knows something is horribly fucking wrong.

There’s tight pressure on her wrists and ankles. Cold, and hard. It’s fucking metal – thick bands locking her in place against the hard chair she’s in. Her heart starts pounding – this can’t be real. This is just a nightmare – this isn’t - she tries to squirm but she can barely get her muscles to move. Her neck feels floppy, too, like she can hardly hold it up, and her blood runs cold as she realizes she’s been drugged.

The fucking drinks – Marlene – Joel -

She’s in an empty room. The walls are concrete blocks. There’s almost nothing – just speakers in the ceiling overhead, a solid brown door in the wall to her left. A long, wide window in front of her, showing what looks like a dark room. She glances down and sees that the legs of the metal chair she’s in are bolted to the ground.

“What the fuck,” she tries to say, but she can’t get the words out right away. Her tongue feels thick and heavy in her mouth.

“Looks like she’s waking up,” she hears someone say faintly, and after a moment she realizes it’s coming from the other side of the window.

“Joel? Joel?!” Her words come out in garbled, slurred sounds. She tries to scream and it’s hardly a whimper.

All of her senses feel like they’ve been cranked up – she’s shaking, feeling every bead of panicked sweat that’s building up on her skin - hearing her own rapid breaths coming and going, faster and faster. Her mouth goes dry – she’s going to throw up -

There’s a sudden loud click, and a crackling noise floods the room before a voice starts talking. Ellie jumps before she realizes it’s coming from speakers overhead.

“Ellie, it’s Marlene,” she hears. “Don’t be scared.”

But she is fucking scared, because Joel’s gone, and that can only mean one thing.

“Where’s Joel?” she whispers. “I want Joel. I don’t – what’s –”

“You’re okay,” Marlene says. “I’m – I’m so sorry, Ellie. We don’t have any other choice.”

“Let me go,” she tries to say, having a bit more success with getting the words out.

“We’ve done some… really interesting preliminary tests,” another voice that she vaguely recognizes but can’t pin down starts to talk, cutting Marlene off.

“We’ve discovered some frequencies that seem to – have an interesting effect on active cordyceps infections. We’ve done some promising trials with live infected, and we have reason to think that this might be a pathway towards a potential cure.”

She’s getting more control back in her limbs and starts straining hard at the restraints, her skin aching as she digs her flesh into the metal edges. Her breathing is getting more and more panicked - she’ll be lightheaded soon, she knows, if she keeps it up.

“But we have the cure,” she gasps, desperately. “We – we already –”

“No, Ellie. We don’t have a cure. We have a vaccine, because of you,” Marlene says, her voice soft but sounding distorted through the speaker. “And none of us can ever thank you enough for that. You’ve saved so many people. So many lives. But - a vaccine can only keep people safe if they haven’t already been exposed. It won’t help anyone who’s already turned.”

“Why am I tied down? What’s happening?”

“There are so many more people to save, Ellie,” Marlene says, talking faster and sounding a bit breathless herself. “And we think we might have a way to make that happen. I know how much that matters to you. It’s – Anna would be so proud of you.”

There’s a long pause, and then the speaker clicks off. Ellie can hear a whining sound coming out of her chest and throat. She doesn’t fucking want this – she wants Joel, and he isn’t here, and it’s harder to breathe with every second that she can’t feel him next to her, where he’s supposed to stay forever.

“Where’s Joel?” she cries. “Please – I want Joel. Please.”

The silence continues for a few more seconds before the crackling sound comes back. “We’ve learned a lot from our previous tests,” a male voice say, one that she knows well. A nice person – someone she’s grown to really like and trust.

“Doctor Anderson,” she sobs, “Jerry – help me, please -”

“We learned a lot, Ellie – but we need to know more. We need you. None of our previous… subjects could communicate with us. You’re going to be the key to this - we need your help.”

“I’m not helping with fucking ANYTHING UNTIL JOEL IS HERE!” She yells, kicking her legs furiously and making zero headway other than worsening the pain from the metal cuffs. She can feel the bruising pain with every strike of her ankle bone against the metal. She can’t stop.

“He’s gone,” Marlene says. “He left-”

“You’re a fucking liar!” Ellie screams. The sound of her own voice is bounced back at her, her eardrums throbbing from it. “What the fuck did you do to him!”

“This is a waste of time – we’ve indulged this brat long enough,” another gruff voice says, and then there’s some back and forth arguing that she’s too distressed to really make out before the harsh sounding man says firmly, “Carly, please, get the sample ready – are we recording?”

Something in her brain falls apart. She doesn’t know what the fuck is about to happen, but she knows it’s going to kill her.

“Time is 0600 - first phase of testing – baseline, reference number B203 at - 50% initially - ”

The speaker clicks off and the voices stop.

“Let me go,” she’s sobbing.

A noise starts coming into the room from the speakers. It’s a low, humming sound. It goes on for about a minute while she thrashes around and yells, struggling against the restraints in what she knows is a hopeless effort to get away.

The sound stops, and with a click, another voice starts talking. “Do you feel nauseous?”

“Fuck you,” she snarls, “I’m not doing this – I’m not doing another fucking thing for you pieces of shit –”

“Do you feel nauseous?” the voice says again.

Ellie decides that the only option she has is her hands – and it won’t make a fucking difference with her ankles still attached, but if she’s going to die she’s going to at least try every fucking way to survive first. She starts trying to force her hands through the metal cuff, wincing but not letting up as her skin pinches and tugs painfully and the pressure on her bones builds up. She tries to curl her hand as narrow as she can get it, yanking hard – letting go and then yanking back again – she can feel her bones screaming in protest, but she’ll fucking break them all if she has to -

The door bangs open. She turns to look and feels her heart fall into the pit of her stomach.

It’s Joel. Held up by three men, one of his feet rolling to the side and looking like he’s barely able to stand. There’s a pillowcase over his head, horrifyingly bloody. His hands must be tied behind his back.

“You’ll answer every question we ask if you want him to live,” the voice says.

“Joel,” she wails.

As soon as he hears her voice, it’s like something is possessing him. His entire body jerks and the men holding him are instantly struggling to keep him contained. Another couple of guards slide into view to help control him – “Ellie!” he yells, so much fear and rage in his voice – but his voice cuts off completely with a loud and pained wheeze as he’s hit hard in the stomach, folding forward – fresh blood pouring out from the pillowcase, down his neck, soaking into the fabric -

The door slams shut.

All she can hear is the sound of her own rapid breathing. His yell echoing in her ears. Her heart is racing so fast she thinks it’s going to stop.

How can this be happening? She thinks about snow and blood and stitching up a warm and gushing wound, just for him to die here – fire and brains spraying onto her, into her hair -

“Do you feel nauseous?”

“No,” she whispers.

“Do you have a headache?”

It goes on for a while –

“Is your vision blurred?” -

“Have you lost sensation in any part of your body?” -

“Count to thirty, and then count backwards to zero by twos.” –

When the questions are finally done, another sound starts up – over and over, until she loses all sense of how much time has passed. More fuzzy, low, weird sounds, but sometimes shrill and sharp and high – always getting louder, sometimes left playing for minutes at a time. Sometimes hurting to listen to.

One sound in particular is so loud she thinks it’s going to make her lose her hearing – she tries to shrug her shoulders up, desperate trying to cover her ears with no success. They let it run for a long time.

She can’t think of what the fuck to do. Joel would find a way out of this, somehow. But with their threat hanging over her all she can think to do is answer their questions.

What if they’ve already killed him? What if they closed that door and ended his life right there?

After the awful noise comes to a halt she says, “Prove he’s still alive. Or I’m not answering anything else.” She can hardly hear herself over the ringing in her ears.

There’s nothing but silence for a few long seconds, and then a click, and a voice saying, “Answer or he dies. We’re not saying it again.”

She probably shouldn’t, but her temper is so fucking flaming hot she can’t hold back - “If you kill him this is fucking finished,” she screams. “You’ll get fucking nothing from me.”

The door opens again next to her and she spins her head to face it, wide eyed and desperate to see Joel, but it isn’t him. It’s a man she doesn’t recognize. He’s wearing what looks like a fucking space suit, plastic and white and crinkling as he walks over to her.

“Fuck you,” she hisses, spitting at him.

“Ha - that’s what the suits for,” he says casually, barely looking at her. He has a butterfly needle in his hand, and he pins her bicep in place as he jabs it harshly into her elbow, taking two vials of blood. He still doesn’t look up, but he says, with a menacing sort of grin on his face, “We’ve got plenty of ways to make you talk. Don’t start thinking you have any control here. This whole thing is bigger than you.”

Before he walks out, he grabs her head firmly and forces it to stay still while he looks into each of her eyes for a few seconds each. She squeezes them shut but he uses his fingers to pry them open. “Nothing yet,” he calls out loud. When he lets go she tries to bite at his hand, and he laughs in her face.

The door closes.

“Do you feel nauseous?”

She’s hit with a new wave of despair, sobs rolling through her.

A light is turned on in the room on the other side of the window. It wasn’t empty at all – just too dark for her to see anything. There are so many people, all staring at her – Marlene leaning against a counter against the wall with her arms crossed, not looking at Ellie. Tears leaving streaks down her face that shine in the light. Dr Anderson is talking into a little rectangular device - one of the nurses that was always so nice to Ellie is sitting next to him, taking notes on a clipboard.

And then she sees Joel – still alive. The guards are surrounding him, pinning him against the wall as he struggles. She can see the blood-soaked pillowcase moving side to side as he fights to get free. A rifle is pressed tight up against his head.

The light goes out.

“Do you feel nauseous?”

She feels like she’s going to float away from her body as she goes through their questions. When they’re done she hangs her head.

This can’t be fucking happening.

She closes her eyes and tries to go back to before – end this nightmare – get back to being wrapped up in Joel’s arms and feeling like everything was finally going to be okay -

“Time is 0710 hours – initiating testing series zero-one at full volume –”

The sound that pours into the room is like nothing that’s come before it.

Instantly, pain blooms in her head. There’s a stomach curdling, shifting, dragging sensation behind her eyes – movement – and she starts to scream, the jagged noise ripping out of her throat. She has no control over any part of her body anymore – it all feels like it’s burning, itching – her head rolls back in agony as her muscles clench so tightly they feel like they’re going to explode –

The sound cuts off after only a few seconds, and in it’s absence she can suddenly hear what she knows is Joel, yelling, roaring on the other side of the window, accompanied by loud thuds.

Ellie’s head hangs limply, chin against her chest. She’s going to pass out soon, she thinks. She’s pulling in ragged, painful breaths that don’t feel like they’re doing enough. Her whole chest is on fire.

The crackling sound that comes next isn’t followed by the question about being nauseous, but rather the voice of fucking Jerry – the same guy who used to sneak her extra popsicles after dinner and shot the shit with Joel about sports and raising a teenager – asking excitedly, “What did you just feel? What happened?”

All she can do is sob. A few seconds pass before Jerry says, like he’s begging her, “Ellie, come on. Don’t make us do this the hard way. Please.”

Quietly, behind Jerry’s voice, she can make out the sound of Joel groaning - crying.

“Hurt,” she whispers. “My – head.”

It takes a few minutes for her to get out more words, and then come the routine questions. As they get to the end she starts to panic, her body filling with terrified dread at what is going to happen next.

She’s right – it’s worse.

A new noise comes out of the speakers, and she feels the most severe pain she’s ever felt. Her whole body rocks forward and backwards, and then she’s arching up in the chair, trying desperately to get away from it – her muscles tensing and twisting until she thinks she’s about to snap her wrists from the force – and a knife is twisting into her head. The moving sensation behind her eyes is unbearable – revolting, disturbing, unrelenting - she hears herself shrieking as her vision goes black.

And then there’s a sudden popping noise. She can’t tell what it is, through the pain and the blaring, droning sound – but then the window shatters in front of her and she recognizes faintly that it’s a gun. She wonders if she’s going to get hit with a stray bullet and wishes for it, anything, anything at all for this to stop.

The sound is abruptly cut off and she goes limp.

She can make out other noises -

A few more shots. A yell cut short. A heavy weight, slamming into the ground. Gurgling.

The door swings open once again, and -

“Ellie - I’m here, baby, I – oh my god.”

“Joel,” she sobs, writhing desperately in the restraints.

“Fuck,” he grunts, and she feels him digging his fingers between her ankles and the metal rings. “I gotta – I gotta find somethin’ to get you out of here, baby girl – we’re gonna be okay – ”

There’s more shouting in the distance, getting closer. After a few loud, ear splitting gunshots it’s quiet again.

“I gotta – I gotta find the key, baby, I’ll – I’ll be right back,” Joel gasps.

“Don’t leave,” she wails, knowing it isn’t fair and doesn’t make any sense, but too exhausted to stop herself.

He lets out a sob of his own. “Ellie, I have to – I’m sorry baby, I’m – I’ll be right back - ”

She cries as she listens to him run out of the room. He’s back in a few seconds that feel like hours, rushing to her side.

“I got you, it’s okay now,” he says. His voice sounds more panicked and afraid than she’s ever heard it.

His hand briefly touches her face – and then he’s fiddling with the bottom of her jeans, trying to find where the cuffs unlock. The metal feels so cold against her hot skin. She can hear the clanging of metal on metal a few times – his hands must be shaking – and then he finally gets one of her legs free.

“Okay – just a few more and we go,” he’s saying.

“I can’t – Joel, I can’t –” she says, crying, struggling to get the words out.

“You’re okay,” he says, “Everything’s gonna be okay –”

Finally she gets herself to say it. “I can’t - I can’t see anything.”

The sound of his frantic movements stops. He chokes out, sounding like he’s been punched, “Can’t – see?”

She starts bawling so hard she can barely breathe. “Everything went black,” she sobs. “I can’t – I don’t know what’s – Joel, please.” She melts into tears, not able to get any more words out.

“Okay – you’re okay,” he says. She can tell he’s crying again. “I promise. You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

She feels her grip on reality starting to slip. Everything feels fuzzy.

As soon as Joel gets the last restraint off of her wrist he’s grabbing onto her, sweeping her up in one fluid movement and cradling her in his arms. She buries her face into him, breathing him in as she cries. Fuzzy, warm, soapy.

He starts moving – rushing forward, almost in a run. Ellie feels him press his lips against her head, whispering, “We’re going home, baby girl.”

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cross posted to ao3, feel free to leave me a kudos if you enjoyed :)

#bad things happen bingo #last of us fic #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #joel and ellie #joel did nothing wrong #ellie and joel #tlou #the last of us #prompt: sound torture

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yumemiyas-wips · 11 months

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All of you SHUT UP and read this.

FULL TRANSCRIPT OF POST BELOW.

Two “rival” Chinese lesbian fic writers submit anonymous posts about each other on Weibo (Chinese twitter).

**I AM NOT the OOPs.** Two authors in the same lesbian fic writing community anonymously submitted posts to a Venting for Writers account on Weibo (https://t.co/BBxcEnSiJ4) (Chinese twitter). Source of the screenshots (https://twitter.com/juexias/status/1615339261611610115) in Chinese from @juexias on Twitter.

Mood Spoilers: CUTE, SWEET, WHOLESOME

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Submission by first author to the Venting for Writers account (https://twitter.com/silencedhawks/status/1615417962693033990?s=20) *Translations done by @silencedhawks on twitter.* — 27 December 2022

Both myself and another writer are quite famous within the same circle. We write and produce content at around the same speed. We don’t interact much between each other, but we have a bit of a little rivalry going on. For example, if she published a piece, tomorrow I have to publish one too. I can’t let her take up the trending spot on her own. We take up half of the trending spots without giving into each other, so we compete quite passionately against each other in secret.

But these two weeks I scrolled, and she didn’t appear, so I checked her profile and realized she was down with a very high fever and had been uncontactable. For a moment the Christmas gift fic I had became bland and tasteless.

When I finished reading, I was really scared. I immediately used my reader QQ account to ask her what happened and found out that she didn’t manage to snatch medicine in time and had been sick in bed for four days straight. After hearing that, I sent half a box of ibuprofen and fever reducers to her overnight. Now I just hope she’ll get better faster so I can properly and fairly beat her up. **The victory of being on top feels hollow when she isn’t here.**

And when she was lying in bed, I seriously thought it over. I concluded that her prose has too many irrelevant words and complicated sentences. What can be said in ten words she says in more than a hundred, apart from the complicatedness, it isn’t that good.

But compared to the others in the fandom, if I had to pick one, her writing is still more acceptable. Amen.

Response post (https://twitter.com/silencedhawks/status/1615423341594308608) by the second author (https://twitter.com/silencedhawks/status/1615423358556045312?s=20) (the one who got sick). *Translations done by @silencedhawks on twitter.* — 15 January 2023

Hello Bot, have some ibuprofen a reader sent me.

This is what happened: A week before Christmas, a lot of people from my school returned to their hometowns. On my way back, I caught COVID and fell sick, and ended up spending the entire Christmas in bed. I was really miserable during that time. I didn’t stock medicine. Even the fever meds I had were from begging my maternal grandma’s neighboring village. My family is a little special, I was brought up by my grandma. She’s getting on in years now and I absolutely don’t dare to let her take care of me.

With no one to take care of me and no medicine, the side effects of COVID left me bedridden and half-dead. Even after the fever went down on the third day, my head still felt like it was exploding with pain, like someone was prying it open from my temples all the way to my forehead.

After I felt a bit better, I decided to bury myself in blankets and check my phone to see how popular the fic I posted was, how many comments there were, in order to cheer myself up. I write in a small circle. Even though I’m not as popular as another writer who writes drabbles in the same circle, I have more comments and a very stable fanbase. Sometimes I manage to get on the rankings too.

There’s a reader who will always leave me meaningful comments on the content of each chapter and is very good at directly pinpointing what I wanted to convey. So I have a very distinct impression of her and later exchanged QQs with her. After exchanging QQs, I found out that she’s very lively and cute, like one of the cats I used to raise. Even through the screen, I can feel the lightness between her words. But she doesn’t use QQ often and is only online late at night.

Her command of language is very good. I asked her before if she would be open to collabing with me, but she said that she may not have the standards and time to churn out fic, and that the most she can do is some shallow writing. It was this reader that sent me medicine after hearing I got COVID. When she sent me the parcel number, it had only been half an hour since we talked.

The medicine had a paper note on it with nice handwriting. Below the note, four tablets of fever medicine had been used and there was still more than half the box of ibuprofen. After I received it, I asked how she would cope without it, and she told me two hours later that she still has medicine at her house. And she said that she was too busy these few days and forgot to say happy Christmas, so was a bit embarrassed. And she sent a very cute sticker, carefully asking me if she could make up for it with a belated Christmas wish. Actually, when I received the medicine, I was already half recovered. But I still deeply remember her Christmas greeting.

She said happy Christmas, and remembered that after she herself had gotten COVID her throat hurt, so she also gave me a box of lozenges and told me not to forget to eat them. **After all, you have to eat sweets during Christmas.**

In that moment I really couldn’t reply because I was crying. I was crying so hard that I scared my grandma. Even though I’ve explained many times, she still believes that the “friend” who sent me medicine is definitely a boyfriend that I haven’t told her about.

The story I want to tell ends here. When I was writing this, she was shopping for CNY (across province) goods with me. After her holidays started, she came online more often but still occasionally lost contact sometimes.

During those times I kept looking at my phone and thinking, **“If heaven exists, I hope we can meet each other in the future.” If it doesn’t, I’m willing to write for her forever.**

(Reddit OP here. These were anonymous submissions and we are unlikely to get any updates from here so I consider it concluded. Side note: The author who got sick has some insane charisma. Get it girl.)

#lesbian #writers #lgbtq #slow burn #f/f romance #enemies to friends to lovers #rivals to lovers #i can't believe that happened #squeeeeee #posts that have 10k to me

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ipseitydelrey · 4 months

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Hello! I would like to submit a request for Elle Greenaway x fem!Reader. How about spending holidays with Elle trying to cheer her up after leaving the BAU/starting a new life together? Thank you for your time!

oooo the power this prompt holds…i’ve always wondered what might have happened to elle after she left

when memories snow ☆ e. greenaway

ship elle greenaway x fem!reader

warnings slight angst, pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort but it’s definitely comfort, timeline’s a mess just pretend that the episode where elle quits aired in december and not october okay?, not beta-read

word count 895

summary after elle quits the BAU following the events of s2:e5, reader tries to cheer her up during the holidays.

a/n yeah the title is a mitski reference, dont blame me i love her <3 also this is just propaganda to get y’all to watch The Apartment dir. Billy Wilder (1960) bc it’s a cute christmas movie! merry christmas to those who celebrate, and happy holidays !!

When the cold night air nips at your skin while waiting outside of Elle’s apartment, you’re glad you remembered to bring thick sweaters.

It was a spur of the moment decision to show up unannounced. That is made clear when Elle answered to your knocks and opened the door. She isn’t really enthusiastic to see you; which you can understand. Her quitting from the FBI is a fresh wound, and she had only told you of her leave through a midnight text a couple nights ago.

In short, she wasn’t expecting you here, especially in the middle of the night and while a budding snowstorm is brewing.

“What are you doing here?” The question isn’t aggressive; none of what she has ever said to you has been aggressive in tone. No, it was genuine, like she really is wondering why you’re at her apartment.

You gesture to a spare sweater nestled in your arms. “It’s the holidays,” you reply. “I wanna spend them with you.”

Elle sighs and steps aside, allowing you in. You go inside and the first thing you notice upon entry are the few packed and sealed boxes in the corner, assuming they’re untouched incase your girlfriend needed to move again. You eye them but decide not to bring it up; after all, the last thing Elle would want with all she’s been through in a short time span is you criticizing her.

She glances at the fuzzy sweater you’re wearing. “Does it itch?” she questions as she closes and locks the door, trapping the cold air outside.

You look down and straighten the dark green wool with your free hand. “Actually, it’s really soft.” You extend the crimson sweater in your arm to her. “I brought one for you!”

Seeing how happy you are, she takes the sweater and pulls it over her head; the red suits her perfectly. “Thank you,” Elle says, letting her hand run over the fabric on her arm. Her faint smile fades into a light scowl. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you ask.

“I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You stand there quietly, breaking the eye contact you had for a second before meekly assuring, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

The second when you stop talking, Elle moves to the living room and you follow behind closely. “I don’t think you came all the way here just to hear me whine,” she chuckles lightly.

“Okay, well,” you were originally assuming that she would turn you away at the door; now, you hadn’t envisioned you would get this far. Suddenly, you have an idea. “Do you still have those hot cocoa packets?”

She raised an eyebrow at your question. “Yeah…why, do you want some?”

“I’ll make it!” you yell as you run into the kitchen, leaving her behind. You’re lucky to have already memorized where everything in the kitchen is, being that this is only your third visit to her apartment. You turned on the electric kettle and collected two mugs and two hot chocolate packets, alongside some small marshmallows which took some time to find. Despite how often Elle would be away from her apartment, her kitchen is surprisingly well-stocked.

After you pour the hot water and contents of the packets into the mugs, you collect them and make your way back to the living room. Elle, now seated on the couch with a wooly blanket draped over one leg, stares at you as you carefully hand her the mug.

The cocoa, as delicious as it smells, is still burning hot, but that tidbit of information slipped your mind as you took a small sip, only to burn your tongue and jerk your head back. Elle chuckled at your reaction and while you’re happy to hear her laughter, you’re also playfully offended by her apparent sadism.

You slap her shoulder lightly as you sit down next to her, leaning your torso against her warm body. She responds with a joking “ouch” as she softly blows on her hot chocolate. You pull the blanket over to cover both sets of legs.

Elle sets her mug down and grabs the remote. “What d’you wanna watch,” she asks, opening up a streaming service on the television.

You take another sip, thankfully the cocoa is cooler and not unpleasantly hot. “Oh, I don’t know,” you say. “It’s your house, why don’t you pick?”

She nods, using the remote to navigate to an old black-and-white movie you hadn’t seen yet. “The Apartment? Is that a Christmas movie?”

“Technically,” she quipped, taking back her mug and drinking when the movie starts.

A few minutes in, you lean your head against her shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” you suggest, out of the blue.

Elle glances at you with her eyes. “I know.”

“It’s not…necessarily about, y’know, the BAU, but…” you’re unsure of whether or not you want to continue. You look down at the steam rising out of your mug. “I just wanna know if you’re doing okay.”

“I am,” she replies. “I’m okay, I swear.” She turns her head and kisses your forehead softly before turning back and wrapping her arm along the back of your neck.

You smile and take another sip of the hot chocolate, with the sounds of old-timey music in the background and the warmth of Elle’s presence to comfort you.

literally did not know how to end this, but like it’s very cute 🫶 hope y’all enjoyed (if there’s anything wrong in the fic, let me know and i’ll fix it!) and happy holidays !! ❄️

#✩ ⊹˖ ꒰ elle ꒱ ୨🎧୧ #★ sei’s fanfics #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #lola glaudini #fanfic #fanfiction

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ronaldofandom · 1 year

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Self-love

Summary: Our sweet, innocent Bheem pleasures himself while visualizing his wildest fantasies. That's it; that's the plot :)

Warnings: This is NSFW af. Not smut but highly suggestive language. Includes Bheem's kinks. Pls read when you are alone, don't tell me later I did not warn you :)

Imagine the squishy teddy bear below, helplessly submitting to his carnal needs!!!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. This was something Bheem had heard all his life but had never really understood the true essence of it. Until tonight.

He was away from Adilabad for a few days. Away from her. He and a few fellow tribesmen were out on a supply run and to meet a few other tribes to garner further support for their revolution.

The days were long. And hectic. The nights were even longer. And harsher. They had been traveling for 10 days and had a few more days left on the road. The only saving grace was that the trip had gone even better than their expectations. They had fulfilled their mission, and the men wanted to celebrate tonight. Bheem agreed that it was well-earned.

They had set up a small campfire outside of the nearby village so as not to disturb the other villagers. Some men from the village had joined them too. They had started late evening, and the gathering went well into the night. They had all hogged on the local delicacies and were also fairly intoxicated. Bheem’s only instruction had been to drink in such a fashion that they are not hungover tomorrow morning; the journey had to go on as planned. And people understood.

Bheem let himself go tonight, let himself relax a bit, after a fair bit of coaxing from his friends. He had initially offered to stay sober and guard the camp, but others had convinced him that there was no imminent danger in these surroundings. And they were right.

The conversations ranged over various topics - childhood memories, favorite food, favorite drinks, adventure stories, first crushes, heartbreaks, personal tragedies, life experiences, and whatnot. Eventually, as expected of a gathering of young men in their 20s, the discussion came down to sexual experiences. The veterans shared their stories with much aplomb. The beginners, the novices the inexperienced listened with much awe and a tinge of jealousy. Bheem listened politely, participating in the cheers and jeers, but he didn’t venture to share his own experience. He was a private person in this regard, and this would stay between him and Jenny.

His friends knew that about him, so they didn’t insist either. But they did coax him to talk about the zillion times he had been propositioned by young girls ever since his adulthood. Even on this trip. The way women couldn’t help themselves around him, how they had come on to him, offered themselves to him, rubbed themselves against him to entice him / gain his attention. The way women would offer to do anything for him or to let him do anything to them that he wanted. It was practically a given. Bheem used to get scandalized earlier but had grown used to it now. His entourage was used to it as well.

Earlier, Bheem used to decline politely. He never had the time to indulge in these things; there was too much weighing on his mind all the time. But lately, he had started telling them he was taken. He thought that would be an easier way out of these situations, but he had grossly underestimated his appeal. The women were heartbroken, sure, but they weren’t dissuaded. They told him that they were willing to share. They were willing to accept that he couldn’t be theirs if they could have him for just one raw, passionate night. If he could look at them once like he looked at the one he loved. Bheem was usually speechless in such situations and had to find a way to practically run away.

He didn’t have the heart to tell them he didn’t want them like that. They may be okay to share, but he wasn’t. He was madly in love and just wanted to rush back into the arms of the woman who was his whole heart. So, running away from such situations was an easier solution.

He got teased endlessly by the other men when he told these stories, and he took it with a shy smile. Bheem never understood why the women went feral for him like that, despite years of these experiences. So when the others asked him about his secret moves, his game that drew the women in like that, he was clueless. He didn’t have any moves. He didn’t have any game. He didn’t know how to flirt; heck, he wasn’t even sure what flirting really meant. He was as befuddled about it as the others. The men were not convinced and joked that he didn’t want to share his trade secrets since he loved the attention too much. They added what they would do, and their detailed fantasies had they received such attention.

Bheem played along quietly, knowing fully well that he won’t win this argument anyhow. He didn’t say that for him, the real beauty of intimacy came from the deep-seated love for his partner. That he wouldn’t enjoy these one-offs with strangers, irrespective of how wild the nights could get. That he would rather hold the hand of his beloved and gaze into her eyes the whole night, even if that’s all he could get with her, instead of the frenzied, animalistic sex with anyone else. For him, love trumped lust any day. When Bheem was in, he was fully in, pampering his partner in every way possible.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t have these fantasies. He was no saint. He was also a hot-blooded man, after all, with more testosterone than most others. His blood also rushed south at these thoughts. His imagination also ran wild over such fantasies. But he wanted it all with the one he loved and no one else.

As the gathering started to disperse, the men returned to the village. His entourage had been offered huts to sleep in, but Bheem wanted to sleep under the stars tonight. He took a pillow & a bed sheet and returned to the campsite.

The moon was so beautiful tonight. It reminded him of her. She had been the sun to his moon. She had brightened up his life in ways he didn’t even know existed.

This was the longest he had been away from her since she had come with him to Adilabad two months ago. This was also the longest he had gone without sleeping with her since they had confessed their love to each other 1.5 months ago.

The conversations from earlier made him feel a pang of loneliness and made him long for her even more tonight. He terribly missed the warmth, comfort, softness, and tightness of her body. He missed losing himself inside her, the sheer bliss he felt from their union. He missed her soft moans, her nails digging into his torso, her hair spread on his pillow, her helpless whimpers, her eyes wide with anticipation/bliss, her face contorted in pleasure, the arching of her back, her rapidly beating heart, her gasps, her panting breath, her hardened nubs, her hips bucking under him, her lips bruised from his attention, his name on her lips........... Oh, how he missed her tonight.

His body started reacting to his thoughts involuntarily, without him even realizing it. He thought about what she would be doing now, what she would be wearing. There was this white silk nightgown she wore on most nights. A habit she had carried from her previous life. Bheem wanted to kiss the hands of the maker of that dress to express his gratitude. It looked absolutely exquisite on her - the lowish cut revealed her cleavage, the sticky fabric hugged her perfect curves (particularly her meaty, round behind), and the length was just below her knees, but it rose up to her thighs as she laid down.

Bheem had wanted to rip it off her on many nights. But he had held himself back like he had restrained himself on many other things. She was very delicate, and it was all so new for her. Bheem had understood that she knew almost nothing of the pleasures of the flesh from her sheltered, conservative upbringing. She was learning and discovering everything with him. He knew he had to take things slow and not lose control before she was ready for more. While they had slept together 17 times (yes, he was keeping count), and it had been incredibly passionate and mind-blowingly satisfying, Bheem had still kept it to mostly missionary. Looking at her face, her eyes filled with adoration and trust, kept his wilder desires in check.

Tonight, though, he couldn’t help himself from wondering what it would be like when they actually graduate to his fantasies. When he could actually let himself go fully. Let himself indulge. When she would meet him halfway, wanting him as wantonly as he wanted her. When they could actually do the things that the women who had propositioned him had offered to do with him.

A deep sigh escaped his lips. How did it suddenly get this hot? Bheem took off his kurta and felt the beads of perspiration forming on his forehead, chest & under his armpits. The cool night breeze felt divine on his skin. But his lower body was demanding his attention now, and his hand slithered towards his groin.

As he shut his eyes, he imagined it to be her hand instead.

Her soft, velvety, tentative hand stroked him over his pajama. No, that wouldn’t do. He needed her closer.

Bheem took off his pajama for better access.

She looked at him with wonder - her eyes going extra wide as she felt his member on her skin. She stroked the outline of his length over his loincloth, trying to figure out where the tip was. Then, she leaned closer to his groin, her nose nearly touching it, to smell his scent.

Bheem ripped his loincloth off, whimpering softly as his fingers grazed the semi-hard flesh that was screaming for immediate attention. Which he provided.

Which she provided. As she bent down again, her mouth an inch away from his tip, her eyes looking at him teasingly. Asking to be punished. Asking to be disciplined. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down, making her kiss his tip and lick the hot leaking liquid. She obeyed as commanded.

He threw his head back on the sheet and tightened his grip. His legs splayed open on the ground below.

Bheem’s hand fisted in her hair as he slowly pulled her mouth down on him, making her swallow an inch in the first go. She gagged instantly but held on, getting used to the invasion of her mouth. Her eyes not so teasing anymore but filled with nerves/anticipation. He pushed her up and pulled her back in, going deeper this time, hitting the back of her mouth, testing her boundaries to see if she could take him down his throat. He soon established a rhythm, moving her face and his hips in tandem. Pulling her hair back to look at that beautiful face as he devoured it fully.

The image hit him like a truck, nearly making him dizzy. He had to pause what he was doing and curl both his hands in the grass underneath to feel the solid ground below him.

She was going into the pond ahead, calling out to him. As he started to chase her, she laughed & ran ahead, jumping inside while still in her nightgown. Bheem jumped after her, catching up to her instantly and grabbing her waist. The water was waist-high, but both of them were fully soaked from dipping inside. Bheem ran his hand through his hair and eyed the flimsy sheer fabric - what a wonderful night she had picked to go commando. She leaned forward, ran a finger down his forehead, his nose, his lips, his chin, the taut skin of his neck, his chiseled pecks, his abs, and finally went below the water to grab his crotch roughly. Bheem let out an animalistic groan, lifted her by her hips, threw her over his shoulder, spanked her behind a few times, carried her out of the water, backed her against a tree, wrapped her legs around his waist, and proceeded to rock her world. He ripped open the front of her gown and bit down on her bosom, making her scream helplessly. He maneuvered her body around like a doll to find the best angle and kept pounding into her relentlessly, long after she had peaked and fallen against his chest.

Tears formed at the corner of his eyes. He had gotten rock-hard without any meaningful physical stimulation, with just the visuals in his mind. This was a first. He was dazed & helpless, but he surrendered to the journey his body & mind were taking him on. His hands massaged the base of his groin gently, staying away from his length a little bit longer, almost testing his own anatomy to experience the peak of his hardness.

She was lying next to him now, pulling him in for a passionate kiss, while caressing his bearded cheeks. Bheem wanted her to forget everything else in the world other than his name and the sensation of his touch.

‘On your hands and knees. Now.’

She giggled, bit her bottom lip nervously, but obeyed nonetheless. The remnants of her nightgown had gathered around her waist, leaving the rest of her fully bare. He positioned himself, grabbed her hips, and entered her from behind, loving the feeling of being enveloped in her velvety wetness and tightness. He leaned over her to grab her bosom, which was bouncing vigorously with his thrusts while pulling on her hair and biting down her back. Ramming into her in this new position, he hit her secret spot quickly and repeatedly, making her scream his name with abandon, making her paralyzed with pleasure.

This was the most aroused he had ever been on his own. He could see the stars both with his eyes open and closed. His heart was racing. His throat was parched, and his voice was hoarse with the helpless groaning.

He couldn’t wait any longer; it was time to reward himself for his patience and the build-up. He licked both hands, moved one on his length, stroking from bottom to top in a steady motion while rubbing the tip in between. The other moved to his back, poking at the entry point there. He had discovered the latter one a few years back and had experienced some of his most intense peaks stimulating that region. Lubrication wasn’t handy today, so he made do with licking his finger and slowly dipping the tip inside. His whole body jerked at the sensation.

Bheem started to move both his hands in tandem now - stroking his front vigorously and his behind tenderly. Along with gyrating his hips. The tension, which was building in his waist, legs, and groin, all started to move toward the base of his length. He was a moaning, squirming, incoherent mess. And he wondered how he would look/sound like if anyone decided to walk by at this instant. Well, if it was one of the girls who had come on to him, he reckoned they wouldn’t mind the show. Smiling at the thought, he continued his ministrations.

He knew he was close. And would go over the edge soon. Bheem wondered if he should give in to his most deep-seated fantasy. He hadn’t even let himself think of it in detail before. Was it too depraved? Was it too perverted? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. Tonight, he wanted to indulge.

They were back in their hut now. She was nursing their 40-day-old son, cooing to him gently while the baby was fussing in her arms, struggling to hang on to her nipple. She massaged her breast for better flow and squished her nipple to fit into the baby’s mouth; still, some of the milk kept spilling down to her waist. She hadn’t realized that Bheem was watching her and was infinitely aroused by this erotic sight. He waited for a few minutes, hoping the baby would be done by then, but his baby was demanding like him. Smiling at the thought, he sat behind her and kissed her shoulder, wrapping his arm around her. She turned her head around, gave him a quick peck on his cheek, and went back to tending to their infant.

Nothing could have prepared her for what he did next. She was feeding from her right breast. From behind her, Bheem moved his left hand to her left nipple, squeezing it with his thumb and index finger. Tiny droplets of milk fell on his finger, and he licked them off greedily. Her whole body jerked at the touch, a helpless gasp escaped her lips, and she instantly felt the sensation between her legs.

She understood his intention and realized that it was going to happen. There was no way out of it. He had been eyeing her hungrily since she had started breastfeeding. And he had been extra demanding in the last 10 days since he had to restrain himself for the first 30 days after her delivery.

‘Bheem, give me two minutes, please. At least let your son get done.’

She pleaded. And he agreed with a deep sigh, moving his hand from her nipple to her thigh, stroking her there. She willed her son to finish soon, and the baby obliged, falling asleep in her arms shortly after. Bheem didn’t waste a second - he picked up their son and gently laid him down in the cradle at the other end of the hut.

Bheem wanted her completely at his mercy for what he wanted to do. So he tied her hands above her head, attaching the other end of the dupatta to the cot.

‘Be a good girl and don’t make a sound if you don’t want to wake the baby up, yeah?’

She nodded nervously. And he dove in, sucked on her nipples, drinking from her. It tasted sweeter than normal milk. He loved the taste and licked all around her torso to not waste a single drop. She had to bite her cheek to keep herself from moaning. He ravished her to his heart’s content and kept kissing her mouth in between to make her taste herself. Even after she would be done lactating in a few months, he had half a mind to pour some chashni & suck it off of her.

She had to ultimately intervene.

‘Bheem - the baby will wake up in a few hours and will need more. You are sucking me dry, sweetheart.’

And he stopped. Of course, he stopped. With a promise of going again later. But he was still thirsty for her. So he placed her thighs on his shoulders and dove into her core. She nearly jumped off the cot, surprised by the ferocity of his want. He sucked hard and fast, shoving two fingers inside, wanting to get her to peak ASAP so he could taste her properly. She had no choice - he played her body like a fiddle, pushing all the right buttons to get her to peak vigorously. He sucked her dry again, kissing her lips again while gazing into her wide, fucked out eyes. While both her sheer juices dripped from his mustache into his beard.

Bheem didn’t know whether he was dreaming or had ascended to a heavenly plane. Drenched in his sweat, even the sheet underneath had turned moist. His hips jerked violently. Suddenly, two hands were insufficient to tend to himself. He had to tear his hand away from his behind and move it to his nipples, squishing them hard. Tears streamed down freely as the cool breeze of the night tried to comfort his burning skin.

He had spent many serene nights under these stars, surrounded by these trees. But tonight, they witnessed his wrecking and helpless submission to his most primal, carnal desires. His legs started to shake, and he finally came with a violent jerk of his hips, spraying his seed in all directions. His finger dipped into his back entrance again to prolong the orgasm, making him scream with agonizing pleasure.

Bheem collapsed on the ground, lying lifeless, wrecked by the intensity of both his arousal and his release. Dazed and stunned as to how he got here. Even visualizing these fantasies with her felt like crossing a line, and his conscience was apologizing to his heart.

As he closed his eyes, he saw her lying next to him, looking at him with wonder through those big doe eyes. Almost like she had walked in on him while he was helping himself. He wanted to ask her if she touched herself, too, when he was away. But he knew the answer already. He will teach her how to do that. He will make her touch herself in front of him - what a sight that would be.

However, this wasn’t the teasing, tempting Jenny he had visualized earlier tonight. This was his Jenny, his sweet, innocent kitten. He wanted to both steal that innocence and preserve it with every fiber of his being.

He would wait patiently till she is ready to take him like this. Ready to push their boundaries. Ready to uncover deeper layers of pleasure. He would enjoy the journey so much of taking her down this abyss. Till then, he would love her like she needed. And thank the universe for bringing them together. Oh, how he missed her tonight!!!

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Dr. Xeno with an s/o who forces him to take breaks because he always forgets to do so when he’s so absorbed in what he’s doing. They bring him lunch or snacks and eat together as a small break.

Any pronouns I just didn’t know which one you’re ok with doing so I used they/them, hehe. Will be back for more Senku and Stanley requests, these three are literally my favs from the anime and manga.

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That’s Awesome those three are definitely my favorite too, they’re all so cool in their own different ways! Thanks for the request, and you are totally welcome to submit anymore you’d like, 🍠 Also I love this request! Our poor man really needs a break! I do prefer they/them pronouns, simply because I never really use pronouns when I write. Thanks for being so understanding hehe! Turned it into a tiny fic, with a few headcanons hehe Ok wow enough of me talking let’s get into it

-Dr. Xeno when s/o helps him to remember to take breaks-

He’s always working at something. Always Going…and you’re proud of him, but worried that he’s not taking care of himself.

“Xeno…” you say, entering his lab. He’s hard at work, hunched over a microscope, and he seems so absorbed in what he’s doing you think he doesn’t notice you.

“Set it down over there,” he says, pointing to one of the empty tables in his lab.

Oh. Apparently he Did notice you were there, with your little lunch box for him.

“Actually, I was hoping we could…eat together?” you try carefully. He really was a busy man, and you had a feeling he was going to say no and then shoo you out of his lab so he could work.

He looks up from his microscope finally, to stare at you.

He seems to think for a moment. You make a slightly pouty expression at him, one that said “please?”

He sighs.

“Oh, alright,” he agrees like it’s a hassle to take a break, and you inwardly cheer, and outwardly smile at him while you settle down at the table to eat lunch with your favorite scientist.

It becomes a sort of routine for the two of you. You bringing him little snacks or lunches, him Always forgetting to eat… And it’s great because it doubles as a little break for him, where the two of you can catch up.

At first he’s pretty stubborn about Not taking breaks though. It’s pretty frustrating for both of you, but eventually you’re able to convince him, with a little determination.

He even gets to the point where he starts thanking you for bringing him stuff.

He learns to miss you when you skip a day.

And maybe, just maybe one day he’ll return the favor for you. Remind you to eat, or take a break, under the pretense that it’s mandatory, but anyone can tell it’s because the scientist really cares for you…

All in all, you love Xeno, but he has a bad habit of working himself a little Too hard. Hence where you come in! And you know deep down the scientist is appreciative of your efforts, even if he doesn’t express that all the time…

Author’s note: hope you liked! Thanks for reading! I’m excited to see what else you wish to request, 🍠

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Blackwood Ch.3

Summary: (Y/N) ‘Finch’ Blackwood had grown up her whole life without knowing the true identity of her father. She had always thought herself to be content without knowing who he was, but when her work crosses paths with his own, they both face challenges in trying to figure themselves out. Meanwhile, she doesn’t know that her childhood best friend has made his own way through the Navy, and will be joining them on their adventures.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Hint of angst, try and find it.

A/N: One more chapter before my writing hiatus! I will update this as I am available, but there will likely be long stretches of time between chapters from here on out. I graduate in December (I HOPE!) and hopefully the TGM brain rot will still be present. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my fanfics <3 Let me know what you think!

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Over the next few days, Finch tries to piece everything together. Her mom had been a civilian working for the Navy when Maverick attended Top Gun in 1986, so they would have likely crossed paths. She wasn’t exactly sure what the connection was, though. Her mom had never mentioned any flings with him or anybody from his class though.

Finch was also very aware of her birth year and knew that her mom had likely had a one-night stand with someone in 1986, considering she had been born in the mid-Spring of 1987. She had also vaguely remembered finding a photo of her dad when she was younger, but she had been through so much since then that she’d forgotten what he even looked like.

She did her best to ignore the gnawing feeling about the entire situation that was in the back of her head. The last few days of consulting had resulted in a lot of planning for the mission and additional resources needing to be contacted due to the nature of it.

Currently, she was sitting at a desk in one of the classrooms of the academy, trying to figure out the official flight path for the mission. Cyclone had asked her to give a go at mapping it out and figuring out which speeds and heights they would need to be at in order for it to be successful. She only had a day or two before it needed to be completed and submitted to him, so she really was trying to focus on it.

A loud ruckus was heard from down the hallway, stealing her attention. She had been studying the damn map for hours at this point and knew that continuing to do so would do her absolutely no good. Heaving out a sigh, she raised up from her seat, stretching out her arms and back.

The noise continued momentarily, reminding her of the reason she had been distracted in the first place. Exiting the room, she made her way down the hall, following howls of laughter and cheers of excitement.

The sound led her to the trophy room, where the aviators had gathered for a midday break. Rooster was laughing, though his cheeks were brushed with a hint of red. She could tell that Bob was slightly uncomfortable from the conversation, and everybody else was enjoying themselves.

Standing in the doorframe, she crossed her arms, smirking. “So, what’s got the gang all riled up today, huh?” She asked, scanning their faces.

Rooster turned redder, his ears beginning to turn pink. Payback and Coyote couldn’t help but let out another laugh, slapping their thighs. Hangman is smiling like the Cheshire cat, and she can tell that he’s the one who brought up the topic in the first place.

Phoenix looks to her with a playful smile, finally relenting to answer her, “Bagman made a suggestion as to how Rooster got his callsign, and uh, it wasn’t entirely clean.” She revealed, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.

Finch chuckled, returning her gaze to the man in question. She couldn’t say that she hadn’t thought about it, but only in passing. She tried to keep her thoughts clean, but sometimes, just sometimes, she had to relax a little bit herself.

Everyone had started to quiet down now that they had gotten it out of their system, but Finch began to get curious. How did he get his callsign? She didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was stationed in Virginia Beach.

“Actually,” she said out of the blue, breaking apart the new silence that had just come over the room. “How did you get your callsign? Since we’re all here, might as well have a callsign story time while we’re here and on the subject.”

Everyone looked towards her now, observing her stance. She was leaned up against the doorframe now, arms crossed with a glint in her eye. Nobody could exactly tell where her mind was, but none of the dared to ask.

“I got mine because, well you know, I pay people back like I say I’m going to.” Payback replied, starting off the conversation.

Everybody eventually went around explaining the stories behind their callsigns. Hangman was obvious, she had witnessed and observed him leaving people out to dry on multiple occasions since she’d met him. Bob, well he got his because many people saw him as a Bob, but he had thrown in a mention of having taken his niece or nephew to see the minion movie…

Fanyboy was hesitant to explain his, but with a little bit of encouragement, told everybody that he was a hugefan of Taylor Swift. Like, a really big fan. Everyone had a good giggle about it. Coyote had scared off an entire pack of Coyote’s while they had been stationed in the desert, and it stuck after a while.

Finch knew the story behind Phoenix’s because she had been there when she got it, but it was great all the same. She was extremely proud of her hard work and dedication, and was glad to have watched her bloom into the woman she was today.

That left her and Rooster to explain theirs. Both were named after a type of bird, so she figured their explanations would be interesting. She decided to go first, leaving Rooster to go very last.

“I got my callsign because not only did I really enjoy bird watching with my mom when I was younger, but I finished the entire book ‘The Goldfinch’ in less than four days. Nothing too interesting, but it resembles me, nonetheless. Finches are beautiful birds, and I feel like we represent each other rather well.” She told them, shrugging her shoulders.

Everyone nodded in agreement, one or two of them shocked by her reading speed. She tended to read relatively quickly, but that was because she never had a lot of time to read in the first place and wanted to get through as many books as she could in her free time.

Rooster sipped from his water bottle, all eyes turning to him now. He could hear the memory rattle through his brain, but the images of it all were a blur. “Well, as you all know I can play a mean version of Great Balls of Fire,” He started, looking over to Finch, the memory of their first night meeting flashing into his mind. “When I was younger, it was just me and my mom after my dad passed. My mom had this friend who lived in Virginia, close to D.C. We would visit on occasion, and then one day, they told her they were moving states. My mom offered to drive down and help them pack up. Her daughter was about four or five years younger than me; I was like fourteen at the time. They had this old piano, and we had both been taking piano lessons, so we tried to have a piano battle in the middle of all this chaos. I started singing, and I will admit my skills were not as sharp as they are now,”

“Anyways, I start singing, and she stops playing her keys. She turns to me, and tells me to stop crowing like a rooster, and I told her she sounded like a dying bird. It was funny. Our moms were annoyed though, so we just stopped and continued to help.” He said, chuckling at the memory.

Finch is frozen in the doorway, the exact same memory casting through her thoughts. He was Bradley. Not just Rooster, but the Bradley she could never put a face to in her memories. The Bradley that she could never remember his last name, or his mom’s name, or anything about them.

Rooster looks over to her, observing the expression on her face. It takes a moment, but it clicks shortly after. She was his childhood friend, and they didn’t even know it. He watches her as she steps back from the door, walking down the hallway. He wasn’t going to go after her just then, not only would it be obvious that he also knew, but he needed some time of his own to process it all.

Finch paces herself quickly down the hallway back to the classroom she had been working in. She really wished she had her phone on her right now, because it was taking everything in her not to call her mom and ask her what her friends name was, and the name of her son. She couldn’t exactly say that he was that same boy who had helped them move all those years ago, but the fact that she shares the memory couldn’t be a coincidence, either.

A knock on the door interrupts her memory speed-run, her body jolting from the suddenness. Maverick stands at the entry, looking over at her concerned. Of course, the other person who she was trying to figure out things about just had to show up.

She stands from her position, saluting him. “Captain,” her voice is taught, though she tries to maintain composure. “What can I do for you?”

Maverick just shakes his head casually, walking over to sit in the seat in front of her. “I was just popping in to see how your mapping was going,” he confesses, turning in the chair to face her. “Seems like something’s bothering you though, care to talk about it?”

Finch can feel a burst of anxiety in her chest in that moment. She’s basically mentally sandwiched between the two people she’s trying to figure out, and there’s no relenting, apparently.

Taking a deep breath, Finch gives herself a second to think, of anything, to deter the conversation. She doesn’t even know what to talk to him about, she only knows him on a surface level, and she definitely isn’t in the mindset to talk about the mission details, nor about how he possibly knows her mother.

“You know, Mav, I do have a question for you,” she tells him, moving the tablet on the desk in front of her to the side. “What was your Top Gun experience like?” It was a good question, and maybe he would give her details that would help her without her having to be too direct with him about it.

He looks at her then, taking in her features. He could see the resemblance to Charlie. He had always wondered how she had faired after she took off, leaving him without a trace of contact or anything. She had that same determination in her eye, the prowess and the confidence. She had to be wicked smart, considering where she was in her career, never mind highly skilled and well-trusted.

He finally considers her question. He had a choice to make in whether he gave her the full and honest truth, or some cover story. He really was not a fan of reliving those days, considering what happened while he was here the first time. His train of thought veers slightly, images of Goose and the neon green dye that had permanently haunted his dreams running through his head.

He voice is hardly steady as he replies to Finch, “I’d rather not talk about it.” His throat bobbed as he held the memory back, his lip caught gently between his teeth.

Finch recognizes that he doesn’t need to be pushed, and nods in agreement, her eyes glimpsing down to the tablet in front of her. She guessed that if she couldn’t pry him about his past, she might as well try to sort out the future.

“Well, if anything, I think I figured out some stuff about this flight path. I know that they have to start flying it soon, but I can’t exactly figure out what the maximum height would be. I know that the SAMs will activate if they go above x amount of feet, but I know we want to stay below that.” She tells him, changing the subject.

She can tell that he’s not entirely there anymore but told him anyways. She had seen that look on her mom’s face a few times when she had been telling her about her career. Her mom rarely talked about her time at Top Gun, and she had never been sure of exactly why that was. She didn’t know if it had just been that bad, or if there had been a series of events that were separate of the experience that made it an unwelcome memory for her.

Maverick nods, glancing at the diagram on the screen. He’s still slightly off from the memories he’d just had but does his best to be in the present. “I understand. You know, I think we could probably go for a maximum height of 100 feet.”

Finch isn’t exactly sure what the hell this man thinks he’s doing with a crew of six aviators but sending them into a mission at only 100 feet above ground level was not what she had in mind. She feels shocked that he would consider that, but they would have to meet with Cyclone and Warlock to make it official anyways.

“Mav, are you insane!?” She asks him, voice slightly raised.

He just looks at her and shrugs his shoulders, hand coming up to massage his chin and cheek. He’s got a lot riding on this mission, including his career, and he knows it’s more than risky business even trying to attempt this mission.

“Look, I know I sound crazy, but trust me. These SAMs are no joke, and if we want a remote chance of survival, we have to be as low as we can.” He explained himself, trying to be sympathetic towards her concerns.

Silence filled the space eerily, tension gradually building. Finch was not in a space to discuss the safety of these aviators with their instructor, who according to her coworkers, was reckless anyways and had just reached Mach 10.3 in a scramjet and otherwise would have been discharged for it too.

Finch sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. This entire situation was stressful, and she wasn’t even going on the mission itself. She looked back to Maverick then, trying to sort through it all in her head.

“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence, “I think it’s time that I call it a day.” Moving from her chair, she began to gather her materials. There was too much going on to think, and too many people around her who were also on her mind.

Maverick nods, rising from his own seat. “Finch,” He wipes his hands in his pants, not realizing how sweaty he had become. “I appreciate you wanting to learn more about me, but I think it’s better that we leave things in the past.”

Looking over her shoulder at him, she gives his statement a thought. Why do things have to stay in the past? She immediately felt like he was being suspicious about the entire situation but resolved to pull the information from someone.

“No worries, I understand.” She lies to him, walking out of the room and down the hall.

Her curiosity peaked at this point, and she knew that she had to get down to the bottom of this situationship it appeared her mom and Maverick had, not only now, but in the past as well.

Chapter 4

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For this post I was just writing anything that came to mind. I don't agree with cheating at all but it calls for good smut action lol. What would you do if Harry through himself at you?! Anyways please enjoy this post and don't forget to like, comment, reblog on Tumblr, and submit requests! Thank you once again. Happy Reading.

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You loved weddings. They'd remind you that love does exist and that everyone can get a happy ending with the right person. Currently, your best friend, Tatiana, is getting married to the love of her life. Of course, being her best friend, she had asked you to be her maid of honor and you were thrilled to accept. The colors that she chose for the bridesmaids is Olive. She has always loved the color. Since you were the maid of honor, your dress was a bit darker than the bridesmaids. Your dress is a satin Olive colored dress with adjustable straps on each shoulder. It had a crossover cowl neckline, not showing too much cleavage. It also had a leg split on the side. It was simple and elegant.

Tatiana's husband, Jeff, had 6 groomsmen. Harry being the best man. They were really close, almost like brothers you would say. You and Harry had had a relationship but had a fallen out last year. Both deciding to go your separate ways, but still keeping it cordial. He had moved on pretty quickly, you thought, and managed to start dating two months after your breakup. This hurt you a lot, considering you guys had been together for three years. One thing you hated about all of this was that he got a girlfriend, and that your feelings for him are still growing strong. The reason for the breakup wasn't because you both lacked love for one another, it was because of your busy schedules and the fact that both of you couldn't spend as much time with one another as you would've liked.

To make all of this even worse, since you and Harry were maid of honor and best man, you were paired off to walk down the isle together and sit next to each other at the reception, as per the newlywed's decision. You had to suck it up and just agree since it was Tatiana's and Jeff's wedding and you didn't want to make it anymore difficult. Currently, you guys were at the reception part of the evening, everyone mingling and having fun. You were proud at how the reception turned out to be, exactly how Tatiana had envisioned it when you were helping her with the wedding preparations. She looked so happy. It was time for their first dance. There was light smoke coming from either side them as they danced to their wedding song. Your smile couldn't have been any wider seeing your best friend so damn happy. Tears were spilling from your eye and down your cheek as you just watched them. "That could've been us you know", Harry, who was sitting next to you due to the seating arrangements, whispered to you. You looked at him, his stare not on you but at his best friend and my best friend's direction. You didn't know what to say so you stayed silent. Once the first dance was over, everyone clapped and cheered for them, standing up to give them their undivided attention. Tatiana motioned everyone to the dance floor to dance, as another slow song started to play. Harry stood up, and stuck out a hand to me to take. I looked up at him, his tall demeanor kind of stiff as our eyes connected for the first time the whole day. I placed my hand on his, and we made our way to the dance floor. The song, Because of You by Stephen Sanchez,, started to play. He placed one hand on your lower back, bringing you closer to his torso, the other holding your hand as both of you swayed to the melody of the piano.

You loved this song, and always wanted it to be your wedding song once you got married. The only thing was that this song reminded you of Harry. As both of you swayed to the song, you heard Harry start to lightly sing along to the song. You stared into one another's eyes as he sang along to the song. Your heartbeat picked up as he stared at you. Now you're wondering where Harry's girlfriend is at right? According to him, she couldn't make it since she was busy with family and work. Once the song slowed down even more, reaching its ending, you couldn't help but stand there and stare at one another like complete idiots. Your trance came to a stop once an upbeat song started to play and everyone started to cheer and scream. You looked around you noticing the people dance and sing a lot. You needed to get out of the room for a bit. You let go of Harry's hand and exited the room, looking for the bathroom. Once there, you leaned against the sink, taking deep breaths. You looked at yourself in the mirror, flustered at what just happened. The way he was singing the song, it was like he was singing it to you and meant every word. Also his confession at the table about what could've been. You heard a light knock on the bathroom door. "It's busy" you say as you wiped the tears from your face lightly, trying not to mess up your makeup. There was another knock. You rolled your eyes and opened the door harshly. "I said it was b-", you started to say but stopped once you saw Harry standing on the door frame. "Are you okay?", he said looking worried. Ugh why does he have to make this so difficult. "Yeah, I just had to get away for a second, it was getting too hot", you say walking to the sink again and leaning your head down to collect your feelings. Harry walked in and closed the door behind him, locking it. Your heartbeat increased. What is he planning?

He moved behind you, causing you to stand up both of you now staring at one another through the mirror. "What are you doing Harry?", you say trying to puzzle together his actions and words. "I'm doing absolutely nothing", he says smirking at you. You turned around now facing him. He comes closer to you and places a hand on your cheek, slowly wiping away a missed tear from your face. He looked into your eyes not saying a single word to you. Both of your breathing slowly picking up with each second that passed. "I don't know what it is. I don't know if it's the wedding or the soft twinkly lights around us", he says his eyes diverting to your slight parted lips then back to your eyes. "But I can't stop thinking about you Y/N", he confesses. "You've been on my mind all day. I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop these feelings that I tried suppressing for a year", he says. You rolled your eyes at this comment. Clearly he moved on after two months. "It sure seems like you suppressed them well then", you say removing his hand from your cheek. You walked to the door and unlocked it, stepping out into the hallway leaving Harry without any words in the bathroom. You needed a drink. You walked over to the bar, and got yourself a margarita. You looked at Tatiana who is currently dancing with the crowd. She met your gaze and motioned you to come dance with her. You finished your drink and headed to the dance floor to dance with your best friend. If it wasn't for her, you don't know how you would've dealt with the breakup.

The wedding was a success, dancing the night away with your best friend. You couldn't lie, throughout the night you kept looking around to see where Harry was at. You did find him standing at the balcony speaking to Jeff. I wondered what they were talking about? You didn't pay much attention after that, trying to be there for Tatiana on her special day. As the night was coming to an end, it was time for the groom and bride to say goodbye to their guests and make their way to their honeymoon. You hugged Tatiana and Jeff tightly and wished them the best time in Hawaii. "Have the best time love", you hugged Tatiana on last time. "I will. Call me if you need anything", she says. You nodded, not planning on bothering her at all. The cheered with the crowd one last time and got into their vintage car and drove off. The night slowed down and as the maid of honor you made sure that everyone left with food and the wedding favors. You thanked each guest for coming as they made their way out the door one by one. Harry also helping you halfway through. Once done, you looked at the empty reception and smiled. Mission Accomplished you say to yourself. You thanked the employees there who were in charge of cleaning up the mess that was created, receiving smiles. "Where are you off to now", Harry's voice was heard behind you. "I'm going back home", you say walking over to where you were seated and getting your belongings. "How are you getting there?", he asks. You roll your eyes and looked at him before answering. "I'll take an Uber. We're done here, you can go", you say walking towards the door. "I don't feel comfortable with you taking an Uber by yourself. Let me drive you home", he says. He didn't even ask me. You let out a sigh and agreed with him taking you home, feeling uncomfortable taking an Uber at this hour as well.

You both walked to his car and made your way to the house. He knew the route to his house, having him living there. A year and a half of you dating, both of you decided to purchase a home together, knowing you were going to create a beautiful life there. The house was beautiful and picked out by both of you. You remembered how both of you were excited about moving in and decorating. After the breakup, he insisted in you staying there and living there since he said it was your house too. That it would be easier if you stayed instead of him. After going back and forth, you decided on staying. He made his way through the gates of the house and drove up the small hill to them house. "Thank you", you say to him. You opened the door, looking at your phone for the time, and got out. It's was pretty late at night. Why do you always have to feel bad. You turned around leaning down to look at him. "It's late, why don't you stay?", he shook his head no. "I can't. I don't want to intrude", he says. You scoff at his response. "Where are you staying, your girlfriend's house?", you ask. He shook his head again. "She doesn't live around here. I'm staying at a hotel downtown", he says. "Harry, just stay for tonight. You're not intruding if it's your house too", you say before closing the door on his. You walked towards the door and put the Pin to unlock it. After a few seconds you heard his car turn off and door open. You walked into the house and turned the lights on, Harry right behind you. You walked towards the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of wine, before pouring it in each glass. Harry sat on the barstool in the kitchen. "Thank you", he says as you handed him the glass of wine. You stayed quiet and drank your wine in silence.

Once done, you placed both glasses in the dishwasher. "You can sleep in the guest bedroom", you say. "I'm going to get ready for ed. Have a goodnight Harry", you say as you made your way up the stairs and into the room you once shared with Harry. He hasn't placed foot into this house since the day he left. Closing the door behind you, you rested your head against the door closing your eyes and letting out a sigh. You kept overthinking what he had said in the bathroom back at the reception. To be fair, you couldn't stop thinking about him too, seeing him, dressed in an olive green suit at a wedding, it did things to you. Seeing Tatiana get married made you think of what could've been too. Would you and Harry be married by now? Would you still live in this house? So many question, but little answers. You walked over to the bathroom, and turned the shower on, making sure the water was hot enough for you to go in. You took your dress off, removed your makeup, undid your hair, and got in the shower. The hot water felt so nice against your skin. You washed your body with your favorite body wash, washed your hair, and once you were done, you felt like a new person again. Once you changed into your pajamas, you put on your black satin robe, that matched your. black sating pajamas, and went downstairs into the kitchen to get water. To your surprise, Harry was still sitting in the same spot he was when you left. "What are you still doing here?", you asked, opening the door to the fridge to get your water bottle. Silence.

You turned to look at him, about to say something, but was held down by his intense stare on you. You recognized this stare, the many times he gave you that stare you ended up having sex. Your breathing picked up as he stood and made his way towards you. 'Harry", you sighed as he pinned you against the refrigerator door. He didn't say anything and took in the smell of your, now damp, hair. "You're driving me crazy Y/N. I can't stop thinking about having you again. Making you mine like the countless times I claimed your body. I still think about you. Every time I'm with her, I think of you. I think about your kiss. Your touch. When I sleep with her, I think of your body, your skin on mine. Your moans against my ear screaming my name", he says. His eyes were closed. Your breathing picking up at what he's saying. His eyes suddenly opening, looking directly in your eyes, the green darker now filled with lust. "I need you Y/N, I want you. I want to worship you, treat you like the goddess that you are. My goddess. Mine. Only mine", fuck you thought. His words causing tingles to run through your body. "We can't Harry", you start to say but not moving. "We can", he says burying his face in the crook of your neck placing kisses all over. You sighed in relief, feeling his lips against your skin again. Loving the familiarity of his touch. How your body reacts to his touch. "Harry wait. No we can't", you say again, but this time pushing him off you. You wanted him too, so badly. But he has a girlfriend. "Would it help if I told you that things aren't working it out with her? How she knows about you and my feelings towards you. How she knows that things aren't going to work out between me and her?", he says. You were shocked. Then why are they still together if that's the case. "She knows Y/N. She just needed time to process everything. Why do you think she didn't want to come to the wedding?", he asks. I just shrug. "We're done. We're over". He says coming closer to me again.

Are you really going to believe his words? I mean Harry was never the one to lie to you. He was always upfront with his feelings on anything and he wasn't afraid of letting people know what he felt and thought. "Let's make this work. I don't want anyone else that's not you. You're my person. You're my everything Y/N", he says right before he kisses your lips. This wasn't a fast kiss. It was slow and passionate. You dropped the water bottle on the floor and placed your hands on either side of his face, deepening the kiss. Your tongues dancing with one another, savoring each other, getting familiar with one another again. Your body craved for him, more than what you wanted. His hands went down to your waist pulling you closer to his body, the heat between you two divine. God you've missed him so much. His hands made their way down your thighs and picked you up with ease, besides the fact he crouched down a bit due to the height difference. He made his way to the bedroom, your bedroom, the one you shared for years. He places you on the bed, not breaking your kiss. Your hands making their way to his hair, playing with the chocolate curls you loved so much. You felt him smile against the kiss, his lips removing from yours and kissing all over your face, across your jaw, and down to your neck again. His movements weren't rushed, he was taking his time. He kissed behind your ear, knowing that the spot drives you crazy. "You're so beautiful", he whispers in your ear, right before he lightly bites it. Your lips find each other again and you remove his blazer, him throwing it aside. Your legs make their way to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you and also feeling the bulge in his pants. He grabs your leg and kneels in front of you, both panting from the kiss. He slowly sides his hands up your leg, placing small kisses on your ankle and foot. He places your leg down and repeats the same action with your other leg.

He smirks at you and kisses back up your body, attaching your lips again, this time making sure to remove his shirt. You do just that, unbuttoning his shirt before untucking it from his slacks. You feel his toned naked chest and place them on his shoulders, before removing his shirt completely. He reciprocates your actions by removing your robe along with the silk cami, your chest completely naked in front of his eyes. You reach down between your hips and start unbuttoning his slacks, causing him to smirk. He bites your bottom lip before kneeling in front of you and removing his slacks completely, taking his briefs off as well. Now he's completely naked in front of you, his tattoos on display for you to see. You remember being there with him when he got a few of them. You reached out, sitting as you traced the butterfly tattoo with your finger, causing him to close his eyes and taking in the feeling of your hands on his hot skin. He grabs your hand and kisses each finger and kissing the middle of your palm. "I don't want to fuck you tonight Y/N", your eyes connecting again. "I want to make love to you", he smirks and leans towards you kissing you and bringing you down to lay on the mattress. He reaches down to your shorts and removes them, exposing your bare pussy. He stares at it and then back at you. He kisses down your chest, your torso, and down to the area that you crave him the most. You loved when he ate you out, his tongue did wonders to you. You looked down to him, your chest rising and falling at a quicker pace waiting for his tongue to make contact with your aching clit. He gently blows air to it causing goosebumps on your skin before kissing each of your folds. He reaches to touch your clit with his finger, gently rubbing it causing your head to fall back and a moan leave your lips at the feeling.

He continues this assault, staring at your reaction. He loved how he made you feel. He loved having you again, right in the palm of his hands, making you feel good, wanted, worshipped. Your breathing started to pick up, rolling your head side to side as he rubbed your pussy. Then, the rubbing stopped and instead his lips were on you, his tongue circling your clit and sucking it. Fucking Hell. Your moans god louder the more he ate you out. His tongue exploring your wet pussy, dipping into your wetness. The noise of your wetness consumed the room, your moans becoming louder and louder. Your legs soon closing against his head as the feeling off your orgasm started to present itself. Your fingers reaching down to his hair, tugging gently at the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips bucked up against his lips, following the rhythm of his tongue. He pinned your down, spreading your legs further apart and moved his tongue at a faster rate. "Fuck Harry, I'm gonna cum", you panted at him. He stared at you as he devoured you, your orgasm taking over you. You threw your head back in pleasure cursing out his name over and over again coming all over his tongue, him licking you clean. He placed kisses up your thighs as you. Tried catching your breath from your orgasm.

He kissed up your body, slowly, and kissed you passionately, tasting yourself on his lips. You moaned against his lips, feeling his erection on your torso, precum oozing out of his tip. "Let me please you Harry", you tell him. He shook his head no. "No, this is about you", he says in a whisper. Before you can say anything, he inserted himself in you, causing you to gasp at the intrusion. You had forgotten how big and thick he was, his cock stretching you out in all of the right places. You moaned as you looked down where you connected as he slowly started to thrust into you. "Fuck I've missed your pussy wrapped around me" he moaned, picking. Up the pace and finding the right position. He wrapped your legs around his waist, he leaned into you, his face in front of yours, his hands on either side of your head. You grabbed your breasts as they moved up and down with each thrust he made. You moaned as his tip hit your favorite spot. "Mmmm found it", he smirks as he buries his head in your neck, moving fast. The heels of your feet pressing against his lower back bringing him closer. His heavy breathing felt amazing against your hot body, sweat accumulating on both of your skins. He reached for your hands and intertwined your fingers as he held them tightly about your head. He kissing your lips again, both drunk from having one another. You moaned against his lips as another orgasm was sneaking up on you. He bought your legs more up so he can go deeper into you, making you moan more louder against his ear. "I miss you Y/N. I love you. I love your body. I love you", he repeated over and over against your ear his moans increasing against your ear as he too was close to climaxing. "Fuck Harry. I love you too", you say tears accumulating in your eyes. You grabbed his face and kissed him deeply. "Do me a favor though" you panted. He scrunched his eyebrows together, confused for a bit. "Fuck me", you say. He smirked at you, removing himself from inside you, flipping you over on all fours. "Yo missed being fucked Y?N", all you can do is moan as he smacked your ass causing you to flinch in pain and pleasure. You loved how romantic he got, making love always making you more and more hornier for some reason, but it always ended up with him fucking you rough towards the end.

"Did you miss my cock baby?", he smacks your ass again. "Yes yes yes", you say breathlessly, waiting for him to fuck you senseless. He slapped your wet pussy with his dick causing you to moan and then inserted himself into you, both moaning at the sensation. He grabbed your hips and he started thrusting into you at a fast pace, the bed making noises with each thrust. Your hands fisted the sheets, the noise of both of your skin slapping against each others making you go crazy. "Play with yourself for me baby", he instructs. Your hand reached down to your swollen clit and rubbed it. He looked down to see your hand moving causing him to grunt at the view. He brought his hand to your hair, grabbing it and pulling you closer to him. His moans closer to your ear as he continued thrusting it you. "Fuck Harry", you say reaching out behind him, your fingers also gripping his hair. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, your eyes closed, a moaning mess, as you Savored his cock inside you. You continued to play with yourself, your hand moving faster as you felt your climax coming. "I'm gonna cum Harry", you moan. "Cum for me baby", he moans against your ear as his lips kiss and suck on your neck. The feeling driving you to your climax. You were both a moaning mess as he came inside you and you came on him. "Fuuuuck", he moans, stilling inside you.

Once both were finished, he removed himself from you and laid on the mattress, both of you panting. You lied next to him, looking up at the ceiling. He turned to look at you, you doing the same. A smile spread across his face as he admired you. "I really do love you Y/N. You're the love of my life", he says seriously. "I know", you say, your fingers making their way to his hair. You remembered how much he loved when you did that after you had sex. "I love you too", you say, placing a kiss on his chest. That night, there was no sleeping involved. You talked for hours, catching up on the lost time between the two of you. He would later break up with his girlfriend, surprisingly she took it well according to Harry. After just being friends for a couple of weeks, due to both of you trying to take it slow, you both were an item. You dated and made your relationship public. Tatiana and Jeff were very happy to know you were together, knowing that you guys were endgame. You couldn't be any happier. Both of you promised that your relationship would be a priority to both of you. You both h had to communicate with one another. By the end of the year, Harry proposed to you on a vacation you took with Tatiana and Jeff. Although you both wanted to talk it slow, you knew that you were meant to be with one another. By the following year, you and Harry got married in London. Again you couldn't be any happier than to be with the person that made you feel loved and wanted and secure. After a couple of months after your honeymoon, you sat on the balcony of your home, staring at your backyard. You were elated as you watched the birds sing, the spring soon ending to bring in the fall. You looked down at your growing belly, rubbing it. You were pregnant with Harry's first child. You smiled and looked back up, awaiting for the new adventures that you and Harry will encounter with a new addition to the family.

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battydora · 10 months

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—"pushing buttons only takes you so far"

pairing: tsunagu hakamada (best jeanist) , shimori kizatachi (inkope)

content: original post , nsfw , minors dni!! , oc/canon , not canon scenario , office sex , semi-public sex , masturbation (m. receiving) , lots of flirting , teasing , praise , slightly sub!jeanist , barely proof read

wc: +2.3k

"jeanist? what a surprise to see you here" the number four hero speaks in a calm demeanor, welcoming of number three's presence in her agency despite his unexpected visit.

"i apologize for showing up without previous announcement, i thought speaking to you personally would be much more beneficent" best jeanist takes a few steps inside her office as he speaks and fixes his hair like he normally does.

"you're in good time actually, i finished patrolling about twenty minutes ago. so, is there something you needed?" the woman walks pass her desk, taking place infront of it and resting her figure on it, crossing both arms and legs, attentive crimson eyes fixed on the other hero.

"i would love to discuss with you internships' policies, i'm looking forward to propose safety commission more efficient ways to treat with our interns in order to raise them into the heroes of tomorrow" the blonde speaks elegantly, word by word in perfect mannerism, a hand lifts up a paper folder, taking enough steps closer to the fellow hero to handle it for her to take a look at his proposal.

inkope tilts her head, eyelids opening wider as she listens attentively. the idea captivates her lightly being honest, but she would never turn her back on best jeanist if he so wholeheartedly came to her for advice in the first place, which is worth saying shimori found that adorable to begin with.

"alright, let's take a look then" a cheerful demeanor rises in her voice as she takes a look at the folder, reading his main ideas on the project through the pages "can you tell me more about this project of yours?"

"enchanted" and so on he begins to ramble about how he considers the experience with interns can improve in order for them to become better heroes and also establish a better relationship with the professional heroes they're interning with, he didn't indeed fail to mention his most problematic intern, who failed to reform into a more polite and collected example of a hero, which shimori laughs good-naturedly at. she continues listening to him while giving him some feedback inbetween sentences, in order to help him like he requested in the first place.

"honestly, i admire you, jeanist" she sighs after a brief silence "always focused on tomorrow and making sure future generations follow the right path to make justice" shimori's eyes continue to stare into tsunagu's, her gaze never drifting away, less now that he is standing only a few steps from her.

hakamada takes a second to process her statement, which takes as a compliment and nods in agreement.

"indeed, someone must bear up the threads that hold our society to keep it sewn into the embroidery design of peace and justice" he metaphors naturally, again fixing his impossibly more perfect hair, keeping eye contact aswell.

"you must have some weight on your shoulders then" her voice softens, entering into a more casual tone of conversation, which tsunagu adresses and follows.

"well, i can't deny so. but when was hero work easy?" he comments casually, shrugging slightly.

"can't fight that, that's what we signed up for" she agrees with a tired look, shrugging as well as smiling briefly "but you kinda submitted to having a feral and rabid intern, that's on you" tsunagu chuckles lightly at her joke, shaking his head as if that would wash away the headache the young blonde causes in him.

"he's just a teenager, he'll grow out of if" he averts his gaze for a moment, doubting if his statement is 100% certain, indeed showing it really isn't.

"yeah?" she teases, mocking him for finally having a problematic teenager he's having trouble to reform.

"i am certain"

"the look in your eyes doesn't think so" she chuckles, a wide smirk joining when she notices his eyes rolling, however, she can sense he's smiling under his high collar.

"you hold quite a sense of humour, don't you, inkope?" he questions lightheartedly, hand resting on his hip as he looks at her again, that smile of hers captivating him for a short while.

"it runs through the family" she giggles.

"i wonder if that's the only thing that runs through the family" he adds without reasoning, his voice lowering only a bit as if that volume is taunting the ambience. shimori rises a brow, questioning.

"huh? how so?" she asks calmly, no hints of disgust in her question, rather curiosity. hakamada hums in response.

"is charm a familial thing or is it your special trait?" he takes a chance, green-ish eyes trying to read her like she was a coded book, waiting for a reaction or response to his flirting attempt.

kizatachi inevitably squints and smirks, welcoming of the hint.

"you think i'm charming, number three?" arms still crossed across her chest, remaining prevailing and firm as if his words didn't just make her stomach flutter for an instant.

tsunagu smirks under the denim, eyes shutting down and nodding in agreement.

"not only charming, number four" he pauses, opening his eyes to look at her once again before adding:

"if you let me, i also think you're smart, captivating, elegant..." his pupils travel from her head to her toes almost hungrily "...delightful" even his voice deepens, making sure his words are enough to tease kizatachi.

the woman chuckles out a light giggle, slowly falling into temptation but quickly feeling the way he is aiming, her stomach flutters with excitement and euphoria, specially after his way of referring to her: delightful, she might just lose it right now.

"i'm flattered, really" she pauses, thoughtfully thinking to herself only for an instant before adressing him again "if you'd like i can show you how charming i can be"

and as a ticket to your favourite movie, shimori's body language opens in an instant, she uncrosses both her arms and legs, right hand resting on her desk and left hand inviting tsunagu to come closer with her index finger. just like that, tsunagu feels the need to solely comply, he breaks the distance with only a few steps ending up between her legs, staring directly into her eyes as the hand that was calling him a second ago, slides down from his neck to his chest seductively. her gaze analyzes every aspect of him, leaving tsunagu uncertain about her intentions but boy, her touch really does send some shivers through his body.

she spends never ending seconds devouring him with her gaze before both hands finally reach the fabric covering his face and stopping at the small belt, crimson eyes asking for consent through her lashes, which jeanist only nods slightly, allowing procedure.

soon, tsunagu's face is no longer covered and shimori's hands are quick to grip his hips to pull him closer and clash their lips together in a hungry and anxious kiss. however, they're patient and loving the first moments, they take the time to explore eachother's mouths, hands wandering through the other's body as a form of affection. shimori's hands are enthusiast and curious, they travel from his back to his lower hips, squeezing some areas and pulling him impossibly closer. tsunagu in the other "hand", lets his right hand cup the woman's jaw as the other gets its way with her waist.

the kiss escalates rather quickly, turning into a make out session. shimori sucks on tsunagu's mouth like she is stealing all oxygen from him, which is somewhat true, he feels rather breathless by her intense kissing but she doesn't allow any breaks, not now, from which the man lets out soft moans and grunts between kisses, only adding more spice to the atmosphere. he pushes further, pressing shimori against the desk, only leaving room for her arms to wrap his shoulders, kissing him more vividly.

it's only a matter of time they end worked up, shimori can't make her thighs press against her clothed cunt just because tsunagu's inbetween and him, poor thing, can't hide the growing erection inside his pants, specially when shimori keeps pulling him close enough she can already feel it. he needs to pull away from the kiss to breathe, he gasps in surprise at kizatachi biting his lower lip before breaking the kiss, which leaves him even more aroused.

"apologizes, i'm already..." he whispers softly, looking down at the little tent in his pants.

shimori giggles softly and presses a sweet kiss on his wet lips before talking.

"don't apologize, rather, we can do something about it don't you think?" she suggests, making tsunagu laugh briefly in embarassment, cheeks turning pink.

"dear, i don't want to be the one to remind you where we are..." he leans again but doesn't kiss her, lips brush lightly against hers, teasingly.

"and?" she rushes an answer, her hand sliding between both of their crotches, holding his clothed sex and squeezing it with desire "this is my office, and i'm gonna blow away all that stress you carry"

shimori's words and actions are enough to make tsunagu quiver and melt under her touch, how can he refuse? any sense of logic and willpower vanishes when she lays a finger on him. he stares down at her hand toying with his aching cock above his clothes, also struggling at the tightness of the denim surrounding but he can barely spit a word because she presses a sweet peck on his lips and manhandles him into a new position. now tsunagu is facing the desk and the woman stands behind him.

"shimori, we can get caught..." he remains unsure about the situation, his logical self trying to convince his primal that public sex isn't that worthy, which fails, because it is exciting as hell. the female hero in the other hand is handling the situation quite well, she is willing to do this despite the risks. she decides to play with him a little, convincing his logical side in an instant the moment she leans into his ear and whispers a sweet and lewd sentence.

"if you're quiet no one's gonna notice" she giggles devilishly, flustering tsunagu even more and not giving him the chance to regulate his senses because her hands are already getting rid of his belt, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down along his underwear, freeing his aching erection.

he sighs in relief, hands pressing against the desk seeking support, he's already so turned on and needy he can't refuse anything anymore so he complies and shuts his mouth surrendered. a familiar hand wraps around his cock unexpected yet kindly, tsunagu feels shimori's chest press against his back as she starts working on him.

she is sweet and gentle at first, her fingers ringing his dick and sliding up and down all along his length, stealing silent sighs and grunts from the other hero.

"does that feel good?" shimori whispers again on his ear, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"y-yes... but i wouldn't mind if you s-speed up a litt- ah!" he's being cut off by his lover increasing the speed immediately and adding more fingers into the mix, her entire hand jerking him off now.

the woman continues, caressing and gripping his thigh with her free hand. a chocked moan escapes from tsunagu's lips when she starts working on his tip, index finger circling right on that sensitive spot. the man quivers and more sounds fall from his mouth like a waterfall.

"shh, i know darling, i know"

things escalate in matter of minutes and shimori's pace increases considerably, now both hands gripping his cock and thrusting on it rather roughly, leaving all the gentleness and sweet manners behind. tsunagu squirms, body almost spread across the desk if it weren't for his elbows granting him support during the intense ride. his desperate attempts to keep his mouth shut are useless, anyone passing by number four's office could hear something weird going on in there.

the green eyed curses under his breath, pleasure building up on his stomach each passing second, pleas for her to keep going almost turn into incoherent praises and moans.

"you pretty little thing, you can't say number four doesn't treat you right, huh?" she teases, taking a tighter grip on his abused dick, causing tsunagu to twirl his toes, head slamming quite roughly against the desk, thrusting his hips into shimori's tight and pleasurable grip.

"f-fuck!! that's so g-good.. oh god~!" he cries out desperately, causing the woman to smile, pleased with herself in every way possible "s-shit, i'm coming, i'm coming!" and as soon as he warns, he comes undone under shimori's hands along a long cry of pleasure, all his seed being spread on the front side of her desk and the floor.

shimori can't help but giggle, sliding both hands through his length slowly now, working him through his orgasm until he's done, tsunagu's breathing is heavy and irregular, his legs are shaking like jelly, barely being able to stand by himself.

"look at that~" the woman leans and kisses his earlobe, then sliding down to his neck lovingly "turned into a pretty mess just from my touch, would be a shame if i don't sign this art piece" she adds before sucking roughly on his sweaty neck for a few seconds, bruising his skin with a hickey that will last for some weeks.

"you..." he begins, seconds after recovering some air "you really know how to turn me into a blabbering fool. i have no words" he compliments her job with a tired smirk, regaining some composure and standing up straight, sliding his clothes back up after a small while.

shimori pulls away from him with a satisfied grin, reaching a tissue from a drawer to clean her soaked hands as she looks at him "my sidekicks probably know too" she giggles mischievously as tsunagu's expression falls of embarassment, cheeks flushing crimson red.

"you're going to be the ruin for me" he sighs flustered, covering his face out of shame.

thanks for reading!

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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1. sorry if this is a repeat. I had an error when submitting. I can't find this though I swear I bookmarked it. WWX is fatally injured walking back from Caiyi, LWJ locks himself in the Jingshi and all anyone can hear is DEEPLY unsettling guqin music. When it stops LXC goes in braced for the worst, then finds WWX alive. LWJ had invented a new kind of demonic cultivation to revive WWX.

FOUND! a song you've never heard by arahir (g, 4k, WangXian, Canon compliant, Presumed dead, Angst with a happy ending, podfic read by raitala)

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2. Do you know the fic where wwx goes to gusu and the lans give him a white stone to use to cleanse him of demonic cultivation? Then the stone begins to turn black? I think there might be the reveal that wwx has no golden core? I'm sorry I can't remember anything more!

FOUND! 🧡a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke ( M, 180k, WangXian, Arranged marriage, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Canon typical violence)

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3. Hello! I'm looking for a fic I read at least a year ago, maybe more, where wwx is in really bad shape when he takes the wens to the burial mounds - like combo chronic pain, starvation, depression/ptsd I think - and it's like "damn it's a good thing wen qing and her family are healers". Unfortunately I remember nothing else about the story except the wens making sure he gets as much sunshine as he can in the bm and forcing him to rest a lot. Thank you, even if you can't help! I know it's not much to go on.

Hello! I'm number 3 on post/683884721300717568! (Hopefully I did that right) Unfortunately the suggested fic "I had to abandon myself" isn't the one I was thinking of, though it WAS extremely lovely and scratched an itch for me. I really appreciate everything you do! Thank you very much!

NOT FOUND! i had to abandon myself (you took all of me) by justdoityoufucker (E, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Not Jiang Clan Friendly, Novel Characterizations, LWJ fucks a core into WWX)

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4. Hey!! Everything y’all do is wonderful and i appreciate all the hard work you put in! I was wondering if y’all could help me find a fic. Lan Wangji is a single dad to Wen Yuan. He meets Wei Ying for the first time in a store where Wwx already knows Wen Yuan and he says wen yuan saved his life because he’d been in a really rough patch and jiang yanli or someone would send him pics of wen yuan to cheer him up. he keeps calling wen yuan a baby and lwj keeps correcting him bc he’s one so no longer a baby. that’s al i remember thanks for the help!

FOUND? box your errors by mellowflicker (G, 42k, wangxian, modern, single dad LWJ, domestic fluff, family issues, slow burn, kid fic, hurt/comfort, pining)

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5. hi! ummm I´m looking for an omega verse fanfic I last saw on ao3 I think. Where Wei Ying´s ghost protects Lan Zhan from his punishment(lashes) and Lan Zhan gets expelled from the clan and goes to live in the burial mounds with A-Yuan, and i think Wei Ying is a Yiling local god or something

FOUND? Of Destruction and Rebirth by demoniqt (M, 88k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, major character death, rape/non-con, underage, graphic depictions of violence, canon divergence,Slow Burn, Canonical Character Death, GodWWX, God & Goddesses au, BAMF WWX, Grieving LWJ, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Rabbits, Fix-It, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Blood and Gore, Castration, Lots of it, repeatedly, Punishment, Hell)

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6. Hi - I thought I had this one bookmarked, but can’t find it! Canon divergent- WWX and LWJ don’t meet at Cloud Recesses, but LWJ travels a lot and comes to Yiling when WWX is at the Burial Mounds with the Wens and they meet and fall into an affair. Kind of a sugar baby thing. Includes art by the author. @sam-watchingtv

FOUND! Awaiting Your Return by Karmiya (E, 118k, wangxian, canon divergence, burial mounds settlement days, found family, age difference, discussion of childhood abuse, WIP)

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7. hey to the new mod!!! (Hello~ Mod C) as always thank you all for doing this! for the next fic finder there's a fic where the lans as a whole get drunk like it was a planned thing by the jins some fruity tasting thing the lan camp thought was tea and then a drunk LWJ ends up in WWX room who i think was injured b4 already. anyway i remember there was crying from wwx and misunderstanding and i think not sure a golden core reveal (I'm pretty sure this is about the same fic I accidentally deleted a previous ask about 🥲 - Mod C)

FOUND? The Teapot Plot by ToxicAngel13 (M, 51k, WangXian, Misunderstandings, protective Jiang siblings, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Idiots in Love, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Pre-Burial Mounds, Potential for M-Preg, Fix-It, Emotional Hurt/Comfort) (No rape actually occurs, LWJ just forgets due to alcohol that WWX concented ~ Mod C)

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8. Hello, I'm looking for a fic and I hope this is where I ask. It's a modern AU, I think it's set when wangxian are in high school but it might be earlier. I remember that lxc and lwj are living with their parents, the parents are happy together. It's a series I think? One of the fics is lwj and lxc retaliating against each other with petty pranks, like lwj uses up all of lxc's favorite tea and lxc replacing all of lwj's socks with cutsey cartoon socks. Please help!

FOUND? MDZS modern AU Series by Aki_no_hikari (G, 13k, WangXian, Modern AU, Birthday Fluff, Sleepovers, Friendship, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Brotherly Bonding, bit OOC, Pining, One-Sided Attraction, or so lwj thinks)

FOUND? A sip of vinegar by Aki_no_hikari (G, 1k, wangxian, modern, pining, one-sided attraction, or so LWJ thinks)

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9. Hi! Very new here and am not sure if the format. Please feel free to sternly tell me if I'm doing something wrong! C: I'm looking for a fic where wwx is kind of an empress (not 100% sure). I just remember this one scene where jgy (who I think is married to lxc) waits outside wwx palace early, knowing wwx doesn't get up early, to implicare him and make everyone think wwx is mistreating him. Thank you for your awesome recs, also!

FOUND? true gold fears no fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 52k, wangxian, royalty au, historical au, arranged marriage, identity porn, emperor LWJ, empress WWX, pining, misunderstandings, eventual happy ending, WIP) description doesn't quite match, it's Su She lying in wait in ch 10 not JGY, but Su She is definitely acting on JGY's behalf so idk maybe

FOUND? Bound Only by the Sea by levament (E, 271k, wangxian, royalty au, ABO, politics, hurt/comfort, mpreg, light angst w/ happy ending, cinderella fusion-ish, implied/referenced child abuse, WIP)

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10. Hi! I'm looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian has to play dead during the sun shot campaign and he gets kicked down stairs by Wen Ruohan in front of Lan Zhan and Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan kisses Wei Ying once he finds out he's alive. I also remember that there was no Yiling Patriarch in this Fic. @bunnylover24

FOUND? the universe would turn to a mighty stranger by RavenclawLoki (T, 11k, WangXian, Angst, Eventual Fluff, First Kiss, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Set during ep 12) It's the indoctrination camp and Wen Chao rather than the sunshot campaign and WRH though

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11. Hi! Hope you are doing well~ I would like to ask for your help to find a fic, in it, MXY finds he has a little brother, who happens to be WWX reincarnated, their mom actually calls him Mo Ying, but with a different character, and there is kind of a romance betweem MXY/XY. Thank you!!

FOUND? so sad in my head (feeling like a curse) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 24k, MXY/XY, LWJ & MXY & WWX, canon divergence, family feels, pining, reincarnation, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, PTSD, self-worth issues, slow burn) (or; mo xuanyu comes home to see that he has twin brothers, and worries himself sick taking care of them.)

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12. Hello! I am looking for a fanfic I read a while ago. It's a time travel fanfic, in which modern wwx! Times travel back to the past to help yllz!wwx? Something like that, I remember him being able to time travel because of this book that was given to him by baoshen sanren. I don't know if the fic was deleted or I just can't find it:(

Hello! I Am number 12 in the fix finder and unfortunately it is not ' Crazy Little Thing Called Time by kippalittlefox ' :( I am afraid the fic might have been deleted.

For #12! It's definitely the Across Years series with the sequel "I am Loved" by yareyarejojosan. Unfortunately I believe they deleted their whole account

NOT FOUND! Crazy Little Thing Called Time by kippalittlefox (T, 11k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, getting together, angst w/ happy ending)

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13. Hi! I hope you're doing well. I was hoping you could help me find this fic. It's about President LWJ who is reunited with WWX, who's now a CIA agent. I can't remember the title of the fic so I was wondering if you could help me find it. If you don't, it's okay 👌 @globsnaps

FOUND? Your Name On My Chest by Anonymous (T, 74k, WangXian, Modern AU, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Pining, Post-Break Up, Heavy Angst, Getting Back Together, President!LWJ, Spy!WWX)

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14. Hello Mods~~ I have a fic I’ve been trying to find but can’t :’( The fic is one where XuanLi, Jiang Cheng, Jin Ling, Lan Wangji and I think Nielan (maybe Nie Huaisang too?) are immortal and live on a island and Wei Wuxian was also immortal but he gave it up to save Jin Ling and later on reincarnated as A-Yuan’s adopted father and A-Yuan, Lan Jingyi and I think Ouyang Zizhen but I could be wrong, all die in a cave while on a field trip but wake up and find out they’re immortal now too, kinda like that old guards movie. Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng I think are sent to retrieve them and Wei Wuxian shows up at the site where his kid went missing and runs into Lan Wangji but doesn’t remember him or his previous life. I remember Wei Wuxian doing some kind of array to save Jin Ling and Meng Yao I think stole it and used it to save himself by killing Nie Mingjue? and a secret basement/safe that was being kept closed by an array Wei Wuxian created. Also the junior quartet sneaking off the island while everyone was sleeping…Thank you ~^_^~

FOUND! 🧡The World We Made by updatebug (T, 80k, WangXian, The Old Guard fusion, Immortals, Immortal LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reincarnation, Modern AU, The Old Guard AU, Temporary Character Death)

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15. hello! i love your blog :) im looking for a wangxian fic, pretty sure it was a wip, rated E, and an AU of howl's moving castle with lwj as sophie and wwx as howl? i remember the first chapter had lwj meeting with lxc during a festival, but there was a disconnect between them bc they hadn't spoken in so long. thank you!

FOUND! a heavy burden by luckymarrow (E, 11k, WIP, WangXian, Fantasy, Romantic Comedy, Howl's Moving Castle Fusion, YLLZ!WWX as Howl, LWJ as Sophie, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Humor, Smut, Found Family, Multiple Universes, Pining, Worldbuilding, Invisibility, light body horror)

NOT FOUND! Castle in the Wastes by ailuridae (abigailnicole) (T, 41k, wangxian, Howl’s Moving Castle fusion, personified Chenqing, canon typical violence)

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16. Hi! I hope you can help. I'm trying to find a fic that I only remember vague bits of, but maybe someone will know it. All I can remember is that WWX was at Burial Mounds and LWJ, Nie HuaiSang, and Jiang Cheng were living there too and everyone thought he had a harem. WWX and NHS were writing and illustrating dirty books and selling them pretty much and LWJ was super jealous. Thanks!

FOUND! The Yiling Patriarch's Harem Drama by nirejseki (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Crack, Accidental Harem)

NOT FOUND! Come From My Inkstone by magicgenetek (M, 150k, WIP, WangXianSangNing, Crack treated seriously, Canon Divergence, Slow burn, Polyamory)

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17. I'm not sure if I'm doing this right(apologies if it isn't) but I'm looking for a fic where wei ying ends up in ghost city and ended up being adopted by hualian as their little brother. Wei ying also becomes a calamity with a title of something knowing dreams. He later on timetravels back to gusu study days where only wangxian is aware that they have timetraveled. Theres also a scene where wei ying basically corrects lan qiran during class and ends up teaching the class for a bit before getting kicked out.

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18. Could I maybe ask for help finding a fic? I'm fairly sure it was multi chaptered and complete. Madame yu was secretly a concubine of jin guangshan's before she married jiang fengmian. I think jiang fengmian couldn't sire children? And jiang yanli and jiang Cheng were both actually jin guangshan's though I think only madame yu knew. It comes out near the end I think. And madame yu becomes jin guangshan's concubine again and both jiang kids become servants I think? And madame yu might lose her arms maybe??? That's all I can remember thank you so much!

FOUND! Pretty sure this one is OOC! by A_flower_in_the_snow (T, 106k, wangxian, time travel fix-it, ooc LWJ, not Jiang friendly, protective LWJ, possessive LWJ, hurt WWX, rogue cultivator WWX, temporary amnesia, dark JYL)

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19. Hi! I've been looking for a fic from a while ago; its a completed fic, where WWX joins as a first responder/fire fighter. NMJ is the chief, and LWJ is one of the best medics. A couple of scenes I remember are WWX descending off a cliff to rescue YZY from a car, LWJ trying to protect A-Yuan during a tsunami, a traffic light issue causing LWJ to hit a car in an intersection with his ambulance, JGS causing issues with equipment that almost cost JZX his arm? I've tried filtering for firefighters, and natural disasters, and even modern aus over 100k, but it seems to have vanished! @rebeccabobecca

FOUND! 🧡 Like a House on Fire by KouriArashi (T, 82k, WangXian, Modern au, Paramedics, Firefighters, Light angst, Mutual pining, Kid fic, Past drug use, Past child abuse, Families of choice, Domestic fluff)

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20. Hi do you guys know a fic that was based on that viral Reddit post where op was concerned because he thought he was homophobic because he hated when his roommate brought home guys to fuck ? The one where it turned out he wasn’t homophobic but jealous? I'm like 95% sure I've read a wangxian fic with this prompt but i cant find it! Thanks so much! @necroissants

FOUND? Am I (Gusu Lan Cultivator, 24 M) the Asshole? by moonwaif (M, 41k, WangXian, Modern AU, based on a Reddit post, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Jealousy)

FOUND? Standing in the Sunlight by bizzybee (T, 3k, WangXian, Fluff, Modern AU, Light angst, Happy ending)

FOUND? two gay wrongs make a gay right by interstel (T, 3k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, sexuality crisis, roommates au)

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#wangxianficfinder #wangxian fic search #wangxian fic recs #wangxian fic finder #wangxian #mdzs #the untamed #long post

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onisiondrama · 1 year

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You know, I remember back in 2012/2013ish? when someone recommended me youtubers onision was one of them. The first thing I found out about onision was how he recorded Shiloh having that seizure and not taking her to the hospital, but giving her a slice of cheese. Then I dug more and found out about the turtle that died when he left it under a plastic tote outside. Immediately I blocked him out and refused to participate in watching his content and people tried arguing with me that he apologized for that stuff and was unaware what to do in those situations. Now I after reading all this lawsuit stuff I can't help but wonder if the people who got mad at me feel any remorse for supporting him and wanting others to support him. Ok sorry for rambling, I'm just wondering how some people don't try looking up what someone's done or known for before they start supporting them.

I never really blamed his fans for sticking by him back then. Most of them were so young. The difference between your experience and fans experience was you saw that stuff first. They weren’t exposed to it until after they were already told 100 times by Onision his version of events, so by the time they would find out about that stuff they already had 50 excuses lined up in their mind. Shiloh was his crazy ex that faked mental health and medical episodes, he is an animal lover and advocate that refuses to eat meat, people who speak out against him are obsessed haters who lie about him- the most honest Youtuber.

He spent a lot of time establishing himself to his fan base as a source of truth and wisdom and a good person. Anyone who spoke out against him were either jealous exes or people who hated him because he was just too outspoken and honest with his beliefs. For his more dedicated young fans, he was everything to them. The person who cheered them up when they were down, the person who treated them like an adult and taught them about topics other adults in their life wouldn’t speak about, their moral compass and inspiration. He would answer deep and intimate questions his fans asked through his forums. That’s why people like Shiloh turned to him for advise (over email) when they were going through a hard time. Then when he started his body rating series, why they wanted his approval so badly.

I’ve been running this blog for a long time and I’ve had my fair share of threats, disturbing images submitted, inbox bombed, etc by his fans over the years, but I never was upset at them. I understand how someone so young could get to the point where they feel like they need to fight for him. Especially since a lot of them had been watching and relying on him for years.

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Hello, I am one of the other 5 Jacob Hopkins fans on planet earth. I’ve been planning on writing a redemption fic for Jacob as a way to make something meaningful out of the 1000s of hours I have spent daydreaming about this loser, as well as to make a rebuttal of sorts to all of the people in the fandom who thinks he is pure evil and deserves to be horrifically murdered.

The fic only has 4 paragraphs at the moment because I suck at writing, but the basic idea for the plot goes as follows.

After his last appearance in Thanks to Them Jacob gets arrested for harassment, setting up illegal traps, etc and serves time in prison for a couple of months to maybe a year. He is then submitted to a mental rehabilitation facility because he’s him. In the facility he unlearns all of his conspiracy theories, including the ones about the existence of Vee, Eda, and the demon realm as a whole. He basically gets gaslighted into believing he was hallucinating everything magic related. He is then released from the rehabilitation center and stays with a family member who lives in a town close to Gravesfield and acts as his ward (I currently have it as his cousin). The fic starts 2 years into his stay with his cousin and Jacob is relatively sane and able to deal with his NPD (he has that by the way) and the traumas he experienced during his time as a conspiracy theorist, as he works at some kind of low skilled job to help pay for bills and things.

Eventually the plot happens and he begins to slowly figure out that magic, demons, and witches do in fact exist with a heavy amount of angst. Current idea for that happening is Hunter just showing up because Luz, Vee, and Camila realized one day that they have no idea what happened to Jacob after he was arrested so Hunter does some Reconnaissance for old times sake (Camila might be there too). Then more plot happens until Jacob is properly informed of and then brought to the demon realm via the boiling isles human realm exchange program, where he makes peace with his past and properly addresses what he did and apologizes.

With that in mind, here is my request.

Your headcanons. Give them to me. (pretty please)

All of the personality traits, hobbies, backstories, and everything else about Jacob Hopkins that you’d be willing to share. And also some feedback about the overview, what ideas and themes could be explored, and just your general thoughts would be nice.

Cheers.

Oh boy I hope you're prepared for a lot of rambling, your fic sounds absolutely AWESOME and I'd love to read it when you post it! I also don't really understand the abundance of hate he gets in the fandom. Like I understand not liking him and he IS kinda annoying, but I've seen people that like Philip treating him like the antichrist. Tbh I'm not really too bothered by it from a moral standpoint because he isn't real but it does make me a bit sad (my autism has latched HARD onto this character)

The cousin aspect is also a funny coincidence because I'm also incorporating his cousin into my AU because she's Masha's mother lol, and the NPD would make a lot of sense tbh. I think a cool idea to explore could maybe be his relationship with Eda since iirc she was the first demon he came in contact with, I also think while he's relearning that magic and demons and witches exist he'd still struggle a bit with not seeing demons and witches as people because he finds them fascinating (obviously he'd get better about this but it'd be fun to explore a few of his flaws during his redemption n stuff!) I also think exploring a possible friendship with Gus would be cool, since Gus is heavily interested in humans and Jacob is heavily interested in witches though I'm not sure if Gus would be comfortable with it at first from the whole scene where he gets arrested. I unfortunately can't do most of these for my AU since Eda is deceased and the idea is moreso him getting what he wants but facing consequences for it (and not learning because he has someone around to encourage said behavior.. ooo mysterious)

Like I said your fic sounds extremely cool to me and I'd really like to read it when you're finished if you're comfortable with that!

As for headcanons I have A LOT of convoluted stuff about this guy bc I too daydream about the loser daily lol. I unfortunately have a bad problem with forgetting stuff as soon as I go to write it down BUT I will do my best to give you some unsorted headcanons. A lot of this will be explored in my AU specifically once I get to it lol. Also some of this might be contradicted by canon because I unfortunately cannot rewatch the series until my brother is ready to bc I promised. hope I can give you some good inspiration though!

- I think he's pretty tech savvy and good with computers. Probably cares a lot about his appearance online, maybe more than his appearance in real life.

- He definitely gets a lot of stuff for his collection that are (supposed to be at least) magical artifacts, but he also buys novelty items, taxidermy, weapons, old junk, etc. Basically anything he finds cool.

- Was actually planning to buy the old house (y'know, the one with the portal door that I think the wittebanes used to live in?) and turn it into a sort of research facility for himself away from everyone else. I imagine in canon he would've been really mad when he heard the Nocedas bought it.

- I personally think he has always been into theories and had a few weird beliefs, and the fixation started off harmless enough but it ended up escalating to the degree it was hurting other people and himself when he got a picture of the owl beast and moved to gravesfield.

- Speaking of above in my AU he is mostly influenced by a group of people online and radicalized if that's the right term. Most of them are a lot like him and just.. heavily misinformed. Basically his beliefs got more and more outlandish over time to the point where it impacted his everyday life and the people around him. He sees them as his friends though. They play DND. Yippee.

- Masha and him are related as I said before, Masha pretty much sees him as an uncle. I hc they'd actually hang out at the historical society with their friends once they got back from camp, and Jacob would show them and their friends his collection sometimes but he probably wouldn't let them touch anything.

- Masha and him bonded over their shared love for cryptids.

- In the canon timeline I hc Masha cut him off after finding out what happened with Vee and Luz. Pretty sad but honestly kinda deserved.

- Personality wise I think he can come across as kind of an asshole but he doesn't really realize that he's doing it. He's gotten better at it since he got his job, but his only interactions with someone could be arguing and he'd assume they're friends when the other person hates him.

- When interacting with other people if he assumes someone doesn't like something he does and wants to appeal to them he'll simply lie and say he doesn't. I hc he kinda has a problem with lying about himself and putting on different personas with people.

- Projects onto Philip a LOT because of his own experiences with his brother and it's one of the main reasons he fixated onto the story of the brothers wittebane so much (will go into more detail in the AU on this one, don't wanna spoil too much)

- Undiagnosed autism and ADHD. Because every character I like needs to be autistic (joking) I feel like he doesn't get it checked out because he thinks "well I don't have a problem functioning so there's no way I have that kinda thing"

- Definitely into the fantasy genre with the whole renaissance fair thing. Likes DND and probably game of thrones (I know nothing about game of thrones so I can't talk about it more lol) I also think he's into the owl house universe's equivalent of pokemon + MLP but that's more on the downlow.

- Does not like birds. Even if he didn't think they were spy cameras (which he does) they still freak him out. Masha has a pet pigeon and he hates it.

Ok, I'm probably gonna go to bed now but these are the ones I can think of. Thank you for the ask and I hope I gave you some good ideas ^^

#jacob hopkins #the owl house #seriously tho link me that fic when its done it sounds cool!!#jacob toh #toh #masha toh

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