#I can’t think of anything good enough myself sadly

[sophie-frm-mars]

Hi, ex-supporter here. Genuinely hope you’re doing well. I have been tempted to start up my support again because you genuinely are a talented writer/creator and I do enjoy your work.

I hope you understand supporting your Patreon is somewhat fraught. Your private life should be none of our business, but sadly it is relevant here. Moral action, both private and political is central to your work; you have called out plenty of people for abuse & morality drives your politics. We know abuse took place on your end, but that’s all.

A lot of people like myself might be emotionally rooting for you to bounce back from this, but are unable to support you right now because that moral dissonance has not been resolved. We really don’t know if you are like other ‘cancelled’ leftist influencers and just use leftist values to deflect attention away from abuse, or you are actually trying to do better and working on yourself.

You don’t owe us anything. However, many of us who are eager to support you are forced to hold back because trust has been damaged, and there has not been any real sign of reparation or reconciliation. Maybe you think those kind of questions are invasive, maybe you don’t think we are real fans for not sticking by you despite the allegations.

I don’t know, I just want you to know that there are plenty of people who do want to support you, but feel they need to trust you first. And that can’t happen without addressing some things.

Anyways, best wishes. Take care.

Hiya, thank you for speaking to me on this.

Before I say the rest of what I say I want to be clear that between me and the people I was involved with in 2023, there were some instances where I was responsible for harm, there were instances where I received harm and there was also a general pervasive ecosystem of harmful behaviours in the community I was in. This includes people who signed the statement against me, and in one instance one of them did something which everyone to whom I have described it has agreed is sexual assault, though there is more besides.

For the time being I'm not talking publicly more about what happened because it was a very messy situation, and although I have been seriously harmed by issues in my personal life being litigated in public in this way, I don't want to give my full account of my relationships with everyone involved because I don't want that type of harm to be done to other trans women. There are plenty of complicating factors as there often are in real life that social media isn't really capable of parsing. I have made it clear repeatedly that I am open to hearing anything that people involved want to say to me, and I talked in this post in January about that and about what I would be doing to ensure that I put in the work and make sure I don't cause harm like it again

https://x.com/sophie_frm_mars/status/1745414530455261531

I think that that post says everything I would like to say for now, although I regret saying I agree that my behaviour was abusive, because with more distance and perspective I don't think abusive behaviour was actually described to me.

As I understand it via the support that my therapist and friends have offered, my problems in 2023 were that: I wasn't taking my mental health seriously, I didn't learn good kink practice, I had very little appreciation of my own boundaries and when I shouldn't be doing something that someone asks me to do, and I was high basically all the time. I am in therapy and doing DBT and taking my mental health deadly seriously, I have done a huge amount of reading assigned by my therapist about kink, sex, relationships and mental health, I am working in an ongoing way on learning how to effectively communicate, know my boundaries and understand myself well enough to not be in the kinds of situations that risk harm, and I'm no longer high all the time.

(If anyone is interested in those book recs, so far I've read: Tomorrow Sex Will Be Good Again by Katherine Angel; The Right To Sex by Amia Srinivasan; Screw Consent (I hate this edgy title) by Joseph Fischel; Playing Well With Others; The Loving Dominant by John and Libby Warren; I Hope We Choose Love by Kai Cheng Thom; The New Topping Book by Dossie Easton and Janet W Hardy; and Dissociation Made Simple by Jamie Marich. There have been some others, and I've written a bit about them in the book club channel on my discord as I've been reading)

I haven't heard from the people involved. The last I heard from anyone was one of my exes calling me a pathological liar and saying that they just want to move on with their lives, so while I'm doing the work to make sure I act better in future I am just trying to get on with my life and let them get on with theirs. I hope this clarifies why I have not talked further about the situation.

I will say that the last few months have been hellish for me. I have been frequently suicidal, I spent Christmas and new years alone, I lost a tooth because I couldn't afford proper dental treatment, people from within the community I've been ostracised from have been putting pressure on my remaining friends to cut ties with me, Keffals had my abuser on her twitch stream, a bizarre exaggerated and monsterised version of my personal life has been publicly gossiped about by trans people, fash and "leftist" drama streamers alike, I have been doing other work to make sure I can still pay rent and afford my bills and my HRT, and to survive. As I've been getting more stable and more able to focus on things besides this, I've been working on new writing because all I want with regard to my work and my channel is for my writing to help people. I don't want to talk about my private life, but I do understand that some number of people will feel after what has been said about me that they can't move forward with me without hearing the full details. Lots of people in my life have repeatedly encouraged me to publish a full account of everything that happened but I know how the Internet works and I don't want other trans women to be harmed in the ways that I have been harmed.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Peter Parker x widow!reader

I'm just imaging Natasha little sister coming to live at Stark tower and Peter falling head over heels

He just strikes me as the type to have a badass girlfriend while he's a softie

a/n: feels an appropriate for this to do a classic flirty sparring fic, don't you think? ♡

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“You’re strong, right?” you nonchalantly asked as you passed Peter in the hallway, not stopping in your stride to wait for his answer. 

Doing a double take, he sputtered, “w-what?”

“Come with me,” you kept your eyes fixed forward as you called back to him, “I need someone to train with.”

“Uh, okay,” you heard his footsteps catch up to yours. 

Readjusting the protective wraps your fists were already enveloped in, you soon rounded the corner into the gym, briefly giving each of your arms a good stretch to each side on your determined stride towards the wide mat in the centre of the room. 

“Alright,” you spun around, gesturing for him to step closer, joining you on the square pad, “no webs or anything,” you rolled your neck, a quiet crack resounding at the stretch, “just some good old fashion one on one, yeah?”

“I really don’t wanna hurt you,” he exhaled lowly as you raised your clenched fists.

“Well, that makes one of us,” you chuckled, not needing any longer before pouncing, landing a swift blow to the side of his jaw, “come on, hit me!”

A grimace briefly blooming from where you struck him, he groaned, “I can’t, I’m sorry, it just feels wrong to hit a girl.”

“Parker,” you rolled your eyes and vocalised the reason for your choice of sparring partner, “I wanted a challenge, so give me a fucking challenge.”

Your leg arced all the way up to his shoulder, though your foot barely even managed a tap him before he had somehow twisted you down onto the floor, overpowering you with his staggering strength. Thinking that was enough, a soft smile curled up on Peter’s lips as he hovered above you, waiting for you to tap out. 

Though when your palm reluctantly came down upon the mat and you both got back up, you quickly hissed, “again!” 

“You sure you don’t wanna just-,” his sentence crumbled as you cut him off with yet another punch.

“I said again!” you tightened your core and spun up onto his shoulders in an attempt to take him down. Smirking as you felt him begin to tumble, the celebration sadly didn’t last very long as you didn’t land on your feet as you usually did, his instincts haven kicked in and sent you rolling across the floor.

All the air in your lungs got knocked out as your body collided with one of the sporadic pillars in the room, an excruciating pain flaring up in your right shoulder at the impact. 

“Oh my god,” Peter rushed to your side as you slowly sat up, “I am so so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to-”

“Peter,” you groaned to shut him up, peeking down at your dislocated joint, “I’m fine,” your laboured breaths filled the air, “just pop it back into place.”

“What?”

Squinting up at his horrified features, you carefully got back up on your feet and murmured, “fine, I’ll just do it myself then,” before turning to face the column and pressing your injured shoulder against it. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Peter winched, “you could make it worse like that if you-” the loud snap as you rammed against the post, popping it back into place, effectively shut him up completely. 

“Sure, if you’re an idiot and don’t know how to do it,” you exhaled as the sharp stinging melted into a more bearable ache, “you have no idea how many times I've had it happen. Still remember the first time I had to figure out how to do it on my own. I was on an assignment in Düsseldorf, hiding in this closet and I couldn’t make a sound…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Apr 12th

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1. For the ficfinder: In the last "In the mood for", no 8 reminded me of a fic but I cant recall the one. Wwx is travelling by himself, writing letters to LZ, he stays in a town and it ends up cursed. LZ and the juniors arrive to solve the case. Wwx is acting weird and hides his letters. The juniors read the letters and find out wwx is angry and full of resentment about how he's been treated. They find out the curse resonates from him. They talk it out to resolve matters. It was written really well. Any idea? @kesterling

FOUND! i found it myself, it kept bugging me. The fic is sadly deleted but on the wayback machine: Dock of the Bay by Haysel.

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2. Hi! This is for Fic Finder. All I remember is the ending, where Yu Ziyuan had her arms cut off, and that there was a part that mentioned that this was punishment enough as she would have to live her life with no pride. Also, she had an affair with Jin Guangshan, and Jiang Cheng was his child, and she had to become his concubine, I think. Hope someone knows which fic this is!

FOUND? sounds like the deleted "OOC!" by A_flower_in_the_snow. It's avaiable on the wayback machine.

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3. Hi, once again.

I’m looking for a fic that I seriously can’t find, at all.

So it would really be a great help if you could.

Wwx was brought to cloud recesses for healing after madam yu had whipped him so bloody he couldn’t move and wa sin active danger of dying.

The disciples who brought him there did so on a donkey I think?

Anyway they asked LZ to please befriend Wwx.

The healers weren’t sure if Wwx would survive. He does.

And joins the lan, befriending LZ oh and he can’t fight with his sword anymore because of the damage and something about his heart having been weakened.

That is all I remember.

Have a nice day/night. @ravenwithwings

NOT FOUND!🔒🧡 rain falls and soaks into the earth series by RoseThorne (T, 57k, WangXian, WIP, Near Death Experience, Attempt Drowning, Madam Yu Bashing, Recovery, No war AU)

FOUND! 🧡 Company by WithBroomBefore (T, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, POV LWJ, Fix-It, Pre-Canon, at least to start, WWX goes to Cloud Recesses, But Not In The Usual Way, fear of character death, Everybody Lives, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Light Angst, good teacher LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, brief discussion of past minor character suicide, Kitten, Not YZY Friendly)

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4. Hi!! I'm looking for a fic I can't remember the name of, a modern AU, possibly set in the UK where lwj is part of some sort of anarchist/ community activist group and wwx joins. Most people in the group already know wwx and are reallly good friends with him but lwj is super skeptical about him. Also at some point I think wwx goes missing and lwj is super worried??? I can't remember anything else... thank you in advance🙏🙏🙏 @kavlobebeki

FOUND? now to begin the road by detectorist (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pining, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Getting Together, Light Angst, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Activism, Politics, Rooftop Conversations)

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5. Hi, I'm wondering if anyone else remembers a fic similar to leading tone by silencemostofall, and pastel by antebunny, but that's set in the canon era while they're at Cloud Recesses? A few details I remember was that the coloured mark that indicated Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's relationship started to fade, and that Jiang Cheng was allowed home to celebrate his birthday, while Wei Wuxian's was completely ignored by the Jiang Sect and so he spent it drinking and was caught by Lan Wangji. Apologies that I don't have more! @flaxenhairedsamurai

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6. There was this fic on ao3 I don't remember, much, but it had this part, where lwj refused to go near his child(/children??) Because when wwx was pregnant he slowly grew ill or I dunno I think there was some complications (?) and when it was finally the time of delivery, wwx fell into coma I think. And lxc was angry with lwj for not even looking at his child / children when both wc were so excited for the baby.

There is a similar wx comic on Twitter. Can you please find both of them? The ao3 fic and the Twitter comic too please?

FOUND? I don’t know the Ao3 but I do know the comic similar to the description which made by AlasseTassir in twitter and they post it on their pixiv.

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7. A while back I found and lost 😥 a fic where WangXian, I think, were smuggling Wen Ning (and probably Wen Qing) across a border somewhere and they put a fake mustache on one of the two and people kept complimenting them on how nice it looked. I think people even copied the mustache after that? Maybe even the bad Wens? That's literally all I can remember about it. I've tried every tag I can think of and haven't been able to find it. Hopefully someone will know. TIA! @lilyinthesnow

FOUND! Bloom where you are planted by luckymoonly (M, 44k wangxian, MM/WQ, Canon Divergence, Fix It, courting, Mpreg, Sunshot Campaign, Fluff, Happy Ending, getting together early, Romance, WWX giving birth in the middle of the war? Most likely than you think!, Yúnmèng Siblings Feels, Smut, Drama, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Death, There Is Only One Bed, No Fall of Lotus Pier, Crossdressing, Shotgun Wedding, Mention of miscarriage (not WWX), wangxian Have a Breeding Kink, Giving Birth, Soft granduncle LQR)

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8. hii i need help finding a fic. I remember it is ongoing it is a time travel one where wei ying travels back to the past decides not to join the jiang sect but to be rouge i remember he stole gold from the sects which made the economy go to shit the emperor got involved and disbanded the wen sect wei ying is now rich he is studying to pass some exams he has a nice house with a mini farm meets lan zhan and they fall in love and we find out from lan qiren that wei ying is a royal bc his father was a prince but he ran away to be a servant to the jiang sect and sometime near the last chapters the emperor gives permission to wangxian to marry and to take with him some princes and princesses to raise away from the palace. @wangxian4evermdzs

FOUND? Starting Over by SplitGirl28 (M, 69k, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Back to Childhood, Change his life, Different lifestyle, But WWX is still gifted genius, Unrestrained WWX, Living his ideal life)

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9. Hi all! 👋 I am so sorry to bother you if you’ve already found this fic but I’ve scoured across the internet all day and decided to go ahead and ask anyway! I’m looking for a fic that has Wei Ying being adopted into the Lan clan as a child, he was scared to be kicked out and became rather solemn and a perfect lan clan member, on the other hand Lan Zhan has grown to be shameless and flirts with Wei Ying every chance he gets. There’s also some Jiang Bashing, OCs, and maybe some time travel? Help🥹

FOUND? could be the deleted "Uno Reverse" by A_flower_in_the_snow. It's on the wayback machine.

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10. Hello!! I swear I just read it and now I can't find this fic- but it's supposed to be an AU where wwx stayed behind during Lotus Pier's attack and Madam Yu and JC escaped but wwx stayed to fight, and lwj heard wwx was missing and he rushes to help wwx and he runs in JC and JY also trying to save wwx? Thank you in advance!

FOUND? for as long as he will let me by RavenclawLoki (T, 8k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, Love Confessions, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, First Kiss, BAMF JYL, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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11. Hi, thanks so much for all your efforts!!

I’ve been looking for a fic and hope it hasn’t been deleted. Wei Ying, Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Yanli were mermaids but were also semi-amphibious? They could go on land for short periods and they helped fight the Wens during the Sunshot Campaign. Wei Ying is married off to Lan Zhan and he lives in the Cloud Recesses. Most of the story is centered around Wei Ying adjusting to his life on the surface amongst humans and navigating the relationship with his new husband.

FOUND? you’re a bird in the water / i’m a fish on the ground by plonk (Not Rated, 8k, WangXian, Merpeople, Canon Era)

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12. Hi, can you help me find a fic . The story goes somewhat like Lan Wangji was in a nighthunt and had taken shelter in an inn . There was a storm, and Wei Ying came to that inn seeking shelter with a few orphan kids . Those kids and Wei Ying were both from the same, and they escaped from being sold ? I think Wangji was a bit older than Wei Ying. Also, Wei Ying could use his cultivation powers without any medium like swords or instruments. 🙏

FOUND? ❤️ Seen and not heard by eatmyass (E, 51k, wangxian, case fic, no sunshot, kid fic, dadxian, strangers to lovers, found family, LWJ pov, pining, fake/pretend relationship, first time, falling in love)

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13. Helppp! looking for a fic I read awhile ago and it just wont leave my mind, So basically Wangxian had an age gap LWJ was like 16 or 17 and WWX in his 20's but like "the cloud recesses" is some sort of mansion and the lotus siblings visit them in cloud recesses. I think it was tagged E if that helps

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14. Hi! For Fic Finder. Thank you very much for your help. There’s a fic I thought I bookmarked but can no longer find.

The first fic is a dark Lans fic set during the Cloud Recesses arc. WWX and JC are betrothed in this universe. But LWJ and WWX fall in love. LWJ manipulates the environment and JCs insecurities to break them up. I believe it’s in a two part series.

Thank you!

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15. Story of Yanxi Palace based fic. WY is the empress/consort who hides in a box from Sizhui. LZ knows he's inside the box, and as a prank/punishment, he uses the box to play a boardgames with Sizhui

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16. Hi! I really am looking for this story in AO3 and still can't find it. It was about Wei Wuxian who got married to Wen Chao but Lan Zhan couldn't take it so he plans to take Wei Wuxian back by claiming Wei Wuxian each time he got (even in the wedding night of WWX and WC) and destroying the company of the Wens. As they (LWJ & WWX) continued the deed, WWX ended up pregnant and LWJ is more than determined to take WWX back. I do hope you can help me find this story. Thank you in advance!😘 @gegegeeee

FOUND? 姻緣 | this marriage was always predestinedby saccharinings (E, 43k, wangxian, Cheating, Infidelity, not between wangxian, WWX is married and LWJ persuades him to cheat on his husband with him, Dark LWJ, A/B/O, Feminizing Language, Exhibitionism, Size Difference, WagnXian Have a Breeding Kink, Stomach Bulge, Possessive LWJ, Manipulation, WWX Wears Lingerie, Rape/Non-con Elements, for one part, Hair-pulling Kink, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Mirror Sex, Vibrators, Phone Sex, Rimming, Edgeplay, slight choking kink, Light Bondage, Inappropriate Use of Gūsū Lán Forehead Ribbon, LJY’s Big Fat Crush on Milfxian, Pregnant WWX, WangXian Endgame, Spanish Translation)

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17. I'm looking for this fic that's basically a bunch of drabbles in one. Each chapter title is one word and serves as the theme for that chapter. I remember it having quite a lot of chapters, but I only remember one titled "kneeling" where Wuxian kneeled before Wangji (if you need a better picture, imagine that one scene in CQL where Wuxian kneeled and put his head on Yanli's lap in that one episode) @mindaneacc

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18. Hey, I'm looking for a fic where LZ and WY are already married and living in Gusu. But they get separated from each other due to an illness/curse going through the Wen Sect, so LZ leaves to give medical aid. In the process, he ends up adopting Wen Yuan. There is a sweet connection between WY and Lan Qiren. But most importantly Wen Qing managed to assassinate Wen Ruohan. @mother-of-pigeons

I remember 18, though I can't find it either. The sickness/curse in question made people burn from the inside; it was contagious from breathing in the ashes of the people dying. There was a honestly touching scene with Wen Chao dying while Wen Ning kept him company. Wen Qing assassinated WRH because she was treating him for the illness, for which they'd finally found the cure, and he announced that he therefore would use it as a weapon against the other sects, by deliberately infecting them and holding the cure hostage. The only ones they'd allow to have the cure are the Lans, because they're the only ones who came to help. He also intended to marry WQ, as he'd lost both his sons and needed new ones. I think it might have been part of a series, with the first part showing how WangXian got together.

FOUND!🔒Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by Titans_R_Us (T, 11k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Mutual Pining, Temporary Separation, BAMF WQ)

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19. Hello!! Here I am again looking for a wangxian fic. It's one that I read through here but never found again, anyway, the things I remember from the fic are: the sects transform into animals, being shapeshifters, the Lan are dragons like WWX, I also remember that the transfer of core occurred but the core has a mind of its own and it goes back to WWX's body, WWX faints and Wanji makes a soulmate connection... Those are the only things I remember!!

Note: I think Ao3 should have category filtering in our subscriptions, because I think I subscribed to the story but I already looked and couldn't find it... @sweettiebah

FOUND? sounds like "Revealed Truths Against Dragon's Fire" by Preludian_Staves. It's hidden on AO3 but avaiable on the waback machine.

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20. Hi! I'm looking for a fic with a red string of fate au where wwx jumps off the cliff, but has a moment of weakness when he looks at lwj and end up tying himself to lwj before dying... And when he wakes up he discovers lwj kept the string bc when he wakes up as mxy he can see it connecting him to lwj. He flees and tries to put as much distance as he can between them but lwj still finds him at dafan mountain... It's a multi chapter (I think) with a happy ending. Help please? 🥺

FOUND? 💖 a trail of blood to find your way back home by blackelement7 (T, 19k, wangxian, JC & WWX, what if a soulmate string au, but without the soulmates aspect of it, a reflection on the nature of marriage, WWX is full of regrets, so is LWJ, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, JC & WWX Reconciliation, JC is trying his best but words are hard and his brother is stupid, Siblings, Canonical Character Death, but it’s just WWX, accidental 3zun feels, WWX as the most unreliable of narrators)

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

[igotanidea]

Teachable student : J.T x fem!reader

Summary: The idea for the story was here.

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI!, insecurities, sex talk, mentions of trauma

special thanks go to @gone-batty-fics, @lightwing-s, @elimonia @geekynerdfinallyhada-name and @dolliezxo for giving me a piece of their mind on the matter :D

***

„I’m sorry” he whispered, being at the verge of tears. Jason and Y/N were tangled in between the sheets their naked bodies pressed closed together but the situation they found themselves in was far from intimate and blissful.

He was trying. He really was trying to control himself this time. To hold his own excitement back, to take care of her first, but he just couldn’t. He came early without taking her pleasure into any consideration. He simply couldn’t please her. And now, he was lying on his back, completely naked, embarrassed, ashamed, unable to even glance at his unsatisfied girlfriend, who, despite everything, put her head on his chest in a trusting, loving motion.

Jason literally felt like crying, but settled on staring at the ceiling, his body turning numb. This was not how it was supposed to go. Not this time.

“I’m sorry” he repeated, hiding his face in hands to cover that stupid reddened cheeks and teary eyes.

“Hey…..” she soothed him, tracing gentle patterns all over his chest, careful not to prickle the autopsy scar “It’s ok, Jaybrid. I’m ok. You’re ok. It’s all fine.”

“The hell it is!” He yelled and the sudden movement made his chest rise and Y/N jumped with it “It’s not” he said again sighing deeply, a bit calmer, but still sad “I’m.. I’m supposed to…..”

“You’re not supposed to anything, Jace” she propped herself on the elbow and cupped his cheek and he immediately leaned into her  touch “if I can make you feel this good, it’s a compliment for me, truly.” Her smile could literally light up the whole room, and Jason was sure he did not deserve her. Her love, her care, her attention “I love you, Jay. Besides, it’s not like it happened the first….”

“WHAT?!” Now he jolted up, eyeing her with the most hurt gaze imaginable.

“Fuck….” She hissed, cursing her stupid big mouth.

“You’ve never….? I’ve never…..? Like…. never?”  he stuttered “Holy fuck…..” Jason broke free of her touch and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, shoulders slouched.

“Jason…..” her voice broke a little as she tried to come closer to him. “Please….” Her warm hand landed on his shoulder from behind, massaging the tensed muscles here and he shuddered under that simple gesture.

“I’m a fuckup.” He mumbled, not turning around to face her. He just couldn’t.

“No, you’re not.”

“Fuck! Of course I am!” he spun around, making her hand drop, eyeing her with a mix of fury, desperation and animal hunger. How was it even possible that he always wanted her, was always hard for her, yet never could make her come. HOW?! “Princess, I am a failure.”

“That is bullshit!”

“Really?” he smiled sadly “Bet it never happened to Grayson.”

“Jason.” she sighed “I don’t give a fuck about Dick. I don’t even give a fuck about orgasm, all right? I care about you.”

“And I let you down. Fuck, I’m used to hating myself on so many levels, but this? This is a whole new one. I don’t think I can ever recover from it.”

“You are being awfully dramatic now.”

“Am I?” he scoffed “Just because I want to make you feel good?”

“You do, Jason. I promise I do feel good with you. Sex is not the only thing….”

“But it’s important. How can I know you��.. you’re not gonna leave me because I…. because I can’t…..”

“Stop it, Jace. I’m serious, stop it now. Just come here” she patted a spot next to her, motioning him to lay down “I know how hard it is for you, and I want you to know I’m glad you open up to me. I’m not leaving, all right? Not now, not ever. We can work through this. But don’t  close up on me. Don’t get lost in that head of yours. You hear me?” he muttered something incoherent, but it was enough. “Good. Now, just hold me like this” she snuggled closer to him and felt his arms wrap around her. “I gotta get to work soon.”

***

It’s been a hell of a strange day at work. Somewhere around nine she got a first text from Jason.

J: How are you feeling?

Y/N: Exhausted. It’s a hectic day. Too much to do.

J: That is not what I meant.

Y/N: Are we back on this whole sex thing again?

J: I told you. I can never get over it.

Y/N: And I told you it’s ok.

J: Y/n, baby, I am so sorry.

Y/N: Jason, seriously, stop it. 

J: I’m sorry…… I won’t bother you anymore.

Y/N: That’s not what I meant!

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A couple hours later, all the workers in the office noticed a courier, walking through, carrying the biggest lilac bouquet anyone ever seen.

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” the guy asked and Y/n raised her shaking hand. What was happening.

“That’s one for you. Where should I put the rest?”

“The…. The rest?”

“Yes. I got a whole van filled with flowers for you.”

“But….  But…..”

“I would read the scribble if I were you.”

“Oh, yes, right!” her eyes went wide as she reached for the piece of paper hidden between the flowers.

I know it does not make me less guilty, but hopefully this will make you smile today.

“A secret admirer?” one of her work friends peeked behind Y/N shoulder and the girl quickly covered the sentence

“more like not-so-secret , self-conscious boyfriend.”

“ Oh, that is just so cute!” the other girl, inhaled the lilac “if you don’t want them I’ll take it. I have no idea what he did to try to make up for it in such way, but …..”

“that’s the whole point” Y/N sighed “he did absolutely nothing wrong.

***

Those little signs of affection and apologies followed Y/N for the whole day and she quickly realized that there was only one way to make Jason feel better. On the way from work she dropped by in a very specific shop and bought  a little thing for the evening. Hopefully this will do the trick.

Luckily, when she entered the apartment Jason was nowhere in sight so she had some time for a quick preparation.

***

This day was a shit, to say the least. Despite all her assurances and smiles and jokes, he felt like a scumbag. What kind of man does that to his girl. That, in this case, being leaving her high and dry. He tried everything to make up for it, but still felt the regret and shame burning inside. What was even worse, now that he learned he failed every time they had sex, trauma was heading his way with a speed of light. He was starting to get worried that getting intimate with Y/n would turn to be impossible with the knowledge he had.

For the last hour he was walking around the streets, kicking every stone on his way, throwing glances left and right, acting like a Red hood without a helmet, rather than like Jason Todd. But at some point, he had to go back to apartment. It was slowly getting dark, and he did not want Y/n to worry about him more than usual. She knew about his night work, but the ritual was to at least kiss her goodbye and promise to come back to her in one piece. He just couldn’t skip that. Not after everything.

The second he opened the door, he knew something was off. Maybe it was the darkness or silence or that weird smell, but his instincts made him shut up, instead of calling her name and walk silently into the bedroom.

He did not expect the view that came into his eyes.

Y/N was spread in the middle of the bed in some new red, lacy lingerie that covered barely anything, surrounded only by the scented candles, the light coming from them making her look like a sex goddess. Jason’s felt his mouth going bone dry and his pants getting tight.

“Jason…..” she moaned tentatively, making him shiver in lust “what took you so long?” fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing to him now, turning him hot and needy.

“I….. I….”

“Come to me.” She order and almost like hypnotized he approached the bed, sitting on the edge “Closer, you silly one. I need you.” she reached toward him and he hovered over her body, lips almost touching

“Baby….” He whimpered “I don’t…. I can’t …..”

“Shh….” She put a finger on his mouth “I’ll teach you. I’ll show you everything you need to know, but first….” her fingers started playing with the hem of his jacket and t-shirt “take it off for me baby. You are seriously overdressed.”

Jason wasn’t even trying to hide his desperation when he discarded all his clothes except the boxers. Needing her, wanting her, craving her, ready to do everything  she would ask of him. His single purpose to please her, to love her right.

“what do you need me to do?” he whispered, his breath fanning over her face and she smiled mischievously.

“Kiss me.” She commanded and damn, he followed her lead, grabbing her waist, touching that smooth skin, playing with the string of her red underwear, causing her body to melt into him immediately. Her hands travelled to his back, one tangling in his hair, the other resting on his shoulder blade, pressing him closer. “Now, lower, baby.” He pushed his head towards her neck and collarbone whimpering in pleasure his soft lips caused her “Mhmmm, so good, Jace, you’re doing so good.”

“Am I?” he reached behind her back, searching for the zip of the bra but she just chuckled

‘Not there, baby.” Her fingers intertwined with his, guiding them forwards.

“Oh, you little tease….” He whined realizing her little game, exposing her breast and nibbling on the soft skin, causing shiver all over her body, her nipples pebbling instantly.

“Jason….” she arched her back to him “Please….”

“Tell me what you need, princess. I’ll do anything you want, I want to make you feel good, just tell me how.”

“Lower…..” once again she pushed his head towards her belly “mhmm, lower.”

“Here?” he brushed his index finger on her panty line.

“Take those off.” She whined “Now!”

“Whatever you command me, princess.”  He didn’t just take them off. He completely ripped them apart.

“HEY! Those were expensive.”

“I’ll buy a dozen new of those. Now tell me what to do next, and you better do it fast, cause I … I….” he stuttered, afraid he was going to fail her again, bad memories creeping in his mind.

“No.” she cupped his face, making him look at her “don’t think about it, focus on me.”

“Believe me, I do.”

“Good. Now let me take some action.” One of her hands travelled down his chest and stomach, reaching for the button of his jeans, slowly unzipping them and freeing his throbbing cock. “You’re so big and strong and all mine.” She raised her body a bit to connect their lips stroking him a couple times.

“Baby, please, I won’t hold it if….” He whined.

“You will, Jason. You will hold it, for me. I’m sure you can do it, baby. For me?”

“Yes. Yes, please, just let me inside.” He closed his eyes, focusing on not cumming too soon.

“I need you.” she spread her legs wider invitingly “come home to me. Come now.”

She was so wet it only took one swift motion for him to bottom out making them both moan at the feeling. No matter the result, Jason was so afraid of, being so close together always felt good, emotional and touching. Fuck, he wanted her so much. Wanted to make her feel good, but instead of moving just froze in place, completely paralyzed.

“Jay….” She whimpered under him, awaiting any action “Please, move.”

“I….”

“I’ll guide you.” she whispered, grabbing onto his shoulders and bucking her hips into him, slowly at first, just to make sure of the right angle, helping him out for a moment before he caught up on what and where she needed. “Yes, yes, mhm, that’s it. Just like that. AH!” her hips raised involuntarily when he hit her g-spot “That;s it, Jason! There you, baby” she clawed on his back, leaving red marks and that stinging pain only spur him on more.

“Does this feel good?” he groaned kissing her hungrily, emotions and sensations overflowing him “Am I making you feel good?”

“Ah, yes, yes! So good! Jace…..”

“Better than before?” some crazy instinct made him put his hand on her clit and started stimulating her there, feeling her body slowly give in to everything he was doing.

“Better than ever.”

“Are you close?” he picked up the pace, feeling his own orgasm coming, a bit of fear showing up in his head “please, tell me you are close.” His thrust became harsher, faster, deeper, hitting her most sensitive part every time, her answers limited to loud moans of his name and those sexy whimpers as she started moving with him.

“Oh.. Jace… I ….” She didn’t even get to finish when her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave with the force neither Jason nor her were expecting. Maybe it was the first time charm or maybe he was just that good and just discovered all his potential but Y/N was completely spend, clinging onto him, her hands and legs wrapping around his toned body, not ready to let him go yet.  Not until he rode her high with her. Not until she felt him coming inside her.  Which was not really long after.

“Jason….” she panted when they both came down “God, thank you.”

“No, thank you baby.’ He kissed her deeply, lovingly, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes glistening with happiness “did I really made you come? Was I good?”

“The best. It turns out you are a very teachable student.” She smiled

“I had the best teacher.”

“Oh, babe, I have a lot more to teach you.”

“Do you want to start those private lessons now?” he smirked and she could not find any reason why not.

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idk what to ask but something super angst enemies to lovers with matt

Disregard(Matt’s Version)

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N hate each other. However one night at a party things take an ugly turn, and Matt’s there to help her. Feelings are expressed but are these feelings mutual? 🌷

Warning⚠️: None really some guy tries to take advantage of reader.

Song for the imagine: R U Mine?- Arctic Monkeys

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can’t help myself

All I ever wanna say is “are you mine?”

“You at a party with Matt? How’s that going to work” my friend asked me over the phone laughing

“It’s going to work because I hate him, and I will be far away from him duhh” I said raking through my closet looking for an outfit

“I just don’t know how you can hang out with him and his brothers when yall can’t stand one another” she said

“Well Nicks my friend mostly sadly and Chris is cool, but Matt’s just always there” I said huffing when I couldn’t find the shirt I wanted

“Why don’t you and Nick just hang out” she responded

“I mean we have, but they are always together. I’ve learned to just not acknowledge him” I said laughing

“Man I don’t know how you’ve been sticking it out this long” she said to me

“He was at his worse in high school, so if I got over that I can get over anything” I responded back

“Mmm that’s true he was an annoying little shit” she said giggling

“He really was, and he was such a dick” I said rolling my eyes

“He was, but I’m gonna let you go girl. I know you have to prepare for this party, and I’m about to head out with my man on a date” she said to me

“Alright girl I love you, and have fun I’ll talk to you soon” I responded

“Love you too, and have fun as well” she responded

I hung up and finished looking through my closet for another outfit.

“FINALLYYYY” I said as I found the shirt I’ve been hunting for

To be honest I’m not too sure why my hate for Matt was still there. I’ve been friends with Nick for 5 years now, and although Matt was an asshole in school I couldn’t stop my hate towards him.

He just was always there, and swore he was hot shit. He wanted to be cool and mysterious so badly and it annoyed the shit out of me.

I agreed when Chris called him “tough” because it was true. He acted like this big bad guy, and like he was too good for everybody. Hated it and I hated him

Initially I really liked him, but he destroyed all of that when we were in high school. It haunted me daily…..man fuck Matt

I finished getting ready and decided to Uber over to the triplets house since Nick wanted us to carpool

I headed into their house and walked up to nicks room

“Nickkkk” I said as I walked in and hugged him

“Heyyy” he said pulling away

“Excited for tonight?” I asked him as I sat on his bed

“Very! I haven’t been to a party in a while” he said looking in his closet

“Oh my gosh sameeee” I said

“Should I wear a pink shirt or a black shirt?” He asked

“Mmmmm pink, that color looks good on you” I said back

“I was thinking the same” he said laughing

Suddenly Chris and Matt barged into his room

“YOOO” Chris yelled coming in

“Hey” I said smiling at him

“Stop fucking screaming like a bafoon” Nick said

“Uhhh who brought the negative Nancy” Chris said rolling his eyes

Nick just rolled his eyes at Chris as he finished getting ready in his bathroom

“Nick I have a question” I said getting up

“What’s up?” He asked

“Do you have my perfume I left here a while back” I asked

“Mmm I should, might be in my top drawer” he said

“Yeah you might want to mask that smell” Matt said laughing

“Ew….youre not funny” I said giving him a dirty look

“Yeah and youre ugly” he said making an ugly face

“You act like a two year old” I said not even looking at him

“Alright children enough” Chris said rolling his eyes

“I’m going to wait downstairs, I’m not going to allow Matt to ruin my night” I said after I sprayed myself with perfume and leaving Nicks room

About 10 minutes later they all came down and we decided to head out. Matt drove us to this influencers house who they knew and we headed in

“Alright guys don’t get too wild and try not to fight anyone” Nick said

“Got it” we said laughing

We walked in and started to say hi to the people we knew. I headed into the kitchen to make myself a drink because this was going to be a long night.

I was sitting in the kitchen sipping on my drink while people watching when I saw someone from the corner of my eye.

“Hey” he said, I looked over at him smiling as I swallowed my drink

“Hi” I said properly

“I’m Grey, but most people call me G” he said sticking his hand out for me to shake

“I’m Y/N” I said shaking his hand

“Are you here alone?” He asked as he began to make himself a drink

“Oh no I’m here with some friends, but we branched off” I said to him

“Oh nice yeah I did the same. I think my friends with some girl or some shit” he said shaking his head

“Ahh yes the classic party hook up” I said

“So cliche right” he said laughing

I went to answer but Matt walked into the kitchen clearing his throat and shoving in between us to get a Pepsi

“Oh uh am I interrupting something?” Matt asked looking between Grey and I

“No, go away Matt” I said sighing

“Cant I get a drink?” He said cheering my cup and giving me a shit eating grin

“I’m going to uhhh I’m going to head out” Grey said before walking off

“You fucking dick” I said punching Matt

“I came to get a drink” he said shrugging his shoulders

“You’re such a fucking asshole I hate you” I said finishing my drink and going to make another one

“Not sure why you hate me” he said scoffing

“Tuh- you’re not sure?” I said grabbing a coke to mix with Malibu

“Mmm no not really” he said shaking his head

“Oh well let me jog your memory shall I? You were an absolute piece of shit in high school. You called me every terrible name under the sun. You turned our whole grade against me. Let’s not forget that so-called prank you pulled on me. Calling me telling me you liked me when you knew I liked you asking me out and then telling me it was a joke and that you truly hated me. Oh not to mention you recorded it and sent it to the whole fucking school. You humiliated me in front of everyone” I said mixing my drink

“It wasn’t that serious, you know. I was hanging around asshole guys and I thought it was cool” he said nonchalantly

“You’re still the same way though” I said scoffing

“I’m really not” he said

“You are Matt….you are. I don’t know what I ever did to you, but I know I don’t deserve this shit” I responded

“Oh don’t act innocent you weren’t a saint” he said

“Yeah maybe in high school I got you back a few times but nothing compared to the shit you out, and that was high school were 21 now” I responded

“I have my reasons and you have yours” he said

I looked at him and scoffed…what is he even saying

“Grow up Matt” I said lifting off the counter to walk away

“Right back at you” he said shaking his head

“And stay the fuck out of my way” I said shoving past him

I walked off angrily and decided to look for Grey because I really needed to take my mind off of Matt. He was making my blood boil and my head spin

I saw Grey sitting on a couch scrolling through his phone

“Hey stranger” I said walking up to him

“Oh Heyy Y/N” he said smiling and locking his phone to put it away

“Sorry about that back there he can be a bit annoying” I said sitting next to him

“Ex boyfriend drama?” He asked

“Oh god no. Rival since high school” I said laughing

“Damn since high school” he said

“Yeah” I responded taking a seat next to him

Grey and I had been talking on the couch for a while. His fingers and hands often becoming loose and touching me. Nothing that made me uncomfortable, but it was certainly strange.

Unbeknown to Y/N Matt was watching her and Grey the whole time. He had a weird feeling about him, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He didn’t like that Grey was touching her, but she didn’t seem bothered so he stood back.

“Hey want to head up to a room I can’t really hear you” Grey asked nicely

“Ummm yeah sure” I said

“Nothing weird I promise” he said laughing

“Oh no worries” I said laughing and getting up to follow him

Matt was sitting as he watched them get up and head to the stairs. His ears perking up at this…..something was telling him to follow them.

Slowly Matt got up following behind them at a good distance. Listening in on their convo as best as he could. Didn’t seem strange, but he still wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.

Grey and Y/N had walked into a room shutting the door behind them, and Matt stood a few feet behind. He didn’t want to listen in, but he also wanted to make sure nothing weird was about to go down

“So tell me more about you” Grey said as we both sat on the bed

“Mmm well I’ve been living here for a while now, I’m originally from Boston” I said scanning my brain for more things to say

“Nice nice” he said staring at me

“I’m not sure what else to say” I said giggling

But Grey didn’t say anything he just stared at me….it started to bother me

“Is there something on my face?” I asked getting nervous

“Oh uh no sorry you’re just gorgeous” he said

“Oh thank you” I said looking down

At first coming up here seemed like a good idea, but now I’m worried he got the wrong picture. I did not want anything to do with this man other than a possible friendship. This was started to bug me out

Suddenly he started to lean in, I jumped up

“Oh no no that’s not why I came up here” I said backing away

“Oh? Well then why did you come up here” he asked shocked

“Umm because I thought you wanted to hear me better not try to kiss me” I said looking at him weirdly

“Well one kiss wouldn’t hurt” he said getting up

“No I’m good” I said nodding my head at him

“Just one come on” he said in a sleazy way

“And I said no. No is a full sentence” I said getting upset

“Stop being a tease already” he said

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but I do not want to kiss you” I said

He came closer and I backed away banging into a table against the wall

“Back away” I said

On the other side Matt heard the muffled conversations and the scuffling going on between two people, but he didn’t know what was going on.

“Please stop” I said pushing him off of me as we struggled against the table causing some things to fall

“Come on baby” he said getting upset

“FUCK OFF” I yelled pushing him off and grabbing the front door

My eyes surprised me when I made eye contact with Matt who was standing infront of the door

“Matt?” I asked confused

“What’s going on?” He said looking behind me into the room

“Nothing” I said pushing him back trying to get him to leave

“Your little bitch is a tease” Grey said to Matt

“She’s not a bitch, and if she said no then it’s no” Matt said looking the dude up and down

“She doesn’t want you either, so don’t try to be Superman” he said scoffing

“Fuck you. I’m being a decent human being respect her” Matt said

“What are you going to do about huh?” He said laughing at Matt

“Come on stop” I said trying to pull Matt away

“No” he said pushing my hand away

“You’re a piece of shit” Matt said walking towards Grey

“Don’t care” he said still laughing

Matt looked at him before punching him in the jaw

“MATT WHAT THE FUCK” I yelled out

They both started to scuffle around throwing punches

“Stop it” I said trying to pull Matt away

Matt hit the guy again in the nose causing him to stumble backwards

“When a woman tells you no that means no” he said backing away from Grey

“Matt we have to go now” I said pulling him away

Matt and I ran down the stairs and to his car

“Are you okay?” He asked me as we got in the car

“Yeah I’m fine” I said bluntly

“What a sick fuck” he said turning his car on

“Why do you care?” I asked

“Well I got a bad vibe from him okay, and I just didn’t want you to get hurt” he said as he pulled off

“Matt caring about me” I asked

“I don’t care about you…..I just didn’t want some creep to take advantage” he said scoffing

“Mm don’t care about me sureeeee” I said sitting back in my chair

“I don’t fucking like you okay Y/N” he said getting upset

“Feelings mutual I could’ve handled my own” I said

“Didn’t seem like it” he said

“I had it” I said getting upset with him

“You’re so stubborn” he said

“And so are you” I said

“Just stop okay” he said gripping the steering wheel tighter

“Stop what? Just take me home and shut up” I said rolling my eyes

“You’re such a bitch I try and help you and this is what I get” he said

“Stop the car” I said bluntly

“No” he said

“Matthew stop the fucking car now” I said

Matt looked over at me and pulled over. I hopped out and began to walk

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked

“Shut the fuck up” I said continuing to walk

Matt hopped out the car following behind me

“Get in the car now” he said sternly

“You’re not my dad, go away” I said shooing him

“I’m not asking you again. Get in the car now” he said trailing closer to me

“GO AWAY” I yelled at him

Matt ran a little faster and grabbed my arm pulling me to turn around

“IM NOT LEAVING YOU HERE STOP BEING STUBBORN AND GET IN THE CAR” he yelled at me

“Let go of me” I said pulling my arm away from him harshly

“Get in the car. I know you hate me. I get that, but get in the car. I’ll take you home and I’ll never bother you again” he said

“Matt no I’m not going anywhere with you” I said

“Stop being so stubborn holy shit” he said pulling at his hair

“No one told you to save me, no one told you to take me home and no one told you to follow me out here. You don’t like me so go away” I said turning around to keep walking

“Yeah I don’t like you because…..because I love you” he said

I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around to face him

“What?” I asked

“I love you okay” he said shaking his head

“No no you’re not doing this. After all these years of being a piece of shit you’re not about to pull this I love you card” I said pointing at him

“I’ve been a horrible person I know, but I truly didn’t know how to express myself. And i know these words probably mean nothing. But I want you to know I can’t do this anymore. I can’t hide my true feelings by pretending to be mean to you. When I saw you and that guy I got so jealous because that….that should be me” he said

“I don’t know what to say to you” I said shaking my head

“That’s okay. Just get back in the car, let me take you home. And you don’t have to see me ever again” he responded

“Matt I… I don’t know what to say because I love you too. I have loved you since high school, and I masked these feelings with hatred because it was the easiest thing to do” I said

“I’m sorry, okay. I never meant to hurt you the way I did” he said

“I don’t know if I can accept that apology right now. You hurt me badly” I told him

“I get that, but just let me take you home and we can talk about it tomorrow” he said

“Ok” I responded in a whisper

I got back into Matt’s car and he drove me home. The whole ride was silent. My thoughts racing in my head about what he told me….did he really love me?

Matt got to my apartment complex and walked me to my apartment door

“Thanks Matt” I said looking at him

“Oh yeah no worries can’t have you walking alone at night” he said

“No. I mean for everything tonight thank you” I said smiling

“Oh yeah. Of course” he said smiling back

“Ummm I really like you, and you did hurt me, but I want to work this out” I said

“Yeah yeah I do too” he said looking at my eyes

“Well goodnight Matt” I responded opening my door

“Can I have a hug?” He asked shyly

I smiled at this and pulled him in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek

“I appreciate you truly for tonight” I said smiling weakly

He nodded his head at me

“I’ll call” he said

“I’ll answer” I responded

And with that I walked into my apartment locking the door behind me.

Matt drove back to pick up his brothers. Once he was home he laid in bed smiling to himself.

I can’t wait to hear her voice again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed this one I love yall sooo much omgg🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

To love is to be changed

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa Schemmenti x Gary

Warning: Slay Nonna, Crappy Gary, Sad lesbians, stop the wedding

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt6

“Truthfully, I’m not sure there is anything you can do Mel” I sighed “please. There has to be something” she stepped closer. “Anna, she loves the colour green specifically forest green and baking, cupcakes are her favourite” I breathed in.

“You can visit whenever you like so you need to know things about her and if you prove good with her I- you could even have nights”. Melissa smiled to herself “thank you Y/n/n” I nodded in acknowledgment “I realise I shouldn’t be here Melissa, I shouldn’t have come”.

“Would you have told me about Anna if you hadn’t come today?”

“No”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” I laugh “how would I? I didn’t know if you had changed your number or if you had this new life with children that you love. What if I told you about Anna and you wanted nothing to do with her?”

My eyes couldn’t meet Melissa’s as I paced back and forth beginning to rant “and I mean pushing Anna into this new life now is hard, she’s so used to having just her mama and her duncle Liam”

“Duncle?”

I paused “it means her dad uncle but that’s besides the point I wouldn’t know what to do if the worst case scenario was to happen plus I had tried to tell you before. Now you’re getting married” I sighed wrapping my arms around myself.

“What if I don’t want to get married?” She asked causing me to stop “what if I’m doing this because I’m not getting any younger?” She laughed shaking her head. “I mean look at me Y/n, I’m still hot but I’m old y’know I never had a life that all these little girl’s dream of”.

“I got married too young to the wrong person and when I found the right one I screwed it up just like everything else I touch. And now I find that I have a daughter”

“Don’t”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t get married if you don’t want to”

-

I shake my head zoning back in as Melissa waves her hand in front of my face.

Don’t get married

“Anna, she deserves both parents even if Liam has been an awesome dad there’s still things we can’t explain to her” I smile sadly. “For me there isn’t much, I came to terms with your absence years ago it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you I’m just used to the silence now”.

“Why did you come here?” Melissa asked “why did you call?” I returned “I asked first” she held her head up “hope? That maybe you would see me and change your mind but it was stupid of me I realise it now” she looked unfairly beautiful. I hoped Gary was a good guy who treated her well and I hoped she could live the life she’d always dreamed even if that life wasn’t lived with me.

Don’t get married sat on the tip of my tongue

Don’t get married

Don’t get married

“It’s not stupid hon, you’re just in love and so am I”

Just not with me

So I nod and smile “yeah yeah, I get it” she reaches for my hand again and finally I let her hold it “I really don’t deserve you” I know you don’t. “Let’s just hope this one lasts” I joke wanting to leave as soon as possible “yeah” Melissa breathed out.

You sat beside Nonna who held your hand as Melissa walked down the aisle “I always told her she was stupid for leaving” she whispered in your ear. “I can’t stand this one, I don’t think he can even wash his balls without Melissa holding his hand”.

You tried not to laugh, oh karma it seemed sadly “it’s her life Nonna” you responded with a small shrug “we’ve made our beds, I raise our daughter and she gets married”.

“You’re a good girl Y/n/n if only Melissa wasn’t so damn stubborn”

Soon enough Melissa stood at the front her hands clasped with Garys and boy did you find him severely underwhelming. At least Joe had been attractive, you watched as they said their vows the more you watched the more annoyed you felt.

Gary hardly had vows it seemed like a shopping list while Melissa gave her everything and when it came to I do he only seemed cocky. Smug bastard you thought to yourself while Nonna tsked in disapproval, Melissa paused as she looked back to the crowd.

Her eyes met yours “I-” her face seemed desperate, you nodded “I.. I” she began to panic slightly “go on” Gary rushed. This was getting messy the hold on your hand tightened as Nonna watched the man “I can’t Gary I’m sorry” she sighed in defeat.

“I have made many mistakes in my life and I don’t want this to be another one, I love you I do but we won’t work” her voice soft. “I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time” Melissa turned to the crowd “I- this isn’t how I planned my life and definitely not who I had planned my life with”.

Slowly she walked sadly back up the aisle leaving Gary at the altar.

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[gyll-yee-haw]

ok but imagine jake has been away filming for so long and one time when you talk through the phone late at night you tell him you miss him sm and along the lines you say sth like „i can’t even come without you anymore” and he goes insane on dirty talk just to be at your doorstep the next day i-

PLEASE, I FOUND THIS ON MY DRAFTS FROM LITERALLY YEARS AGO 😭

I edited a bit and decided to give y'all an early Christmas presents, love you <3

Warnings: masturbation, phone sex, mentions of a reader who struggles to cum, very desperate reader, tiny mentions of being tied up and a lil dom!Jake.

You and Jake had been together long enough for you to get used to all his travels and how busy he got at work. But you still didn't.

He was now away for almost three months. You were losing your mind.

It was another one of those nights when you walked into your bedroom and sighed sadly before going to bed. Jake wasn't there to hold you. To talk to you with his sweet and relaxing voice while you rested your head on his chest and fell asleep.

That must be why sleeping was so hard. Why you kept tossing and turning and sighing frustratedly. You were angry. Sad. Exhausted. You gave up and decided to call him. You hated to bother him and you didn't want him to feel guilty for working so hard. But taking to him was usually the only thing that made you feel better on nights like that.

"Hi, love." He greeted you happily.

"Hey… oh god, it's so good to hear your voice." You told him, feeling a little better already.

"It's great to hear yours too." He chuckled. "So, how was your day?"

The two of you spent a few minutes telling each other stories that happened since the last time you talked. It was amazing, he warmed your heart and made you laugh a lot.

But at some point, the atmosphere got a little sad again.

"I just wish you were here with me." He told you. "Everytime I go out I see something and think 'I bet y/n would love this'… would be a lot more fun if you were here."

"Yeah, I think about you all day too." You said. "And then I curse you for being so fucking hot."

"What do you mean, honey?" He laughed.

"I'm desperate." You admited. "I'm so used to you fucking me so good. And now I can't even cum without you anymore."

There was a little moment of silence on the phone.

"Wait…" He finally said. "Are you telling me you didn't cum at all these last months?"

When Jake traveled for only a few days, you always made a deal to not masturbate, cause when you saw each other again, it would be awesome. But since he would be away for months, you agreed it would be okay, in case you needed to.

"No, all I do is disappoint myself." You shrugged.

"We need to fix that, baby…" He suggested. "Come on, do you want my help? I'm here now... listen to my voice and do what I say, okay, princess?"

Something about that drastic change on the tone of the conversation gave your stomach butterflies.

"Okay... what... what should I do?" You asked.

"Okay, listen to me." He instructed you. "You're gonna lay on your back. Take your panties off. Flex your knees like I was on top of you and you were wrapping them around my waist... like you could feel me deep inside you, remember that feeling?"

Your heart was racing. You really hoped that would work, cause he was getting you worked up now.

You followed every step of his plan, and told him: "Done".

"Good girl. Now spit on your fingers and start touching your pussy until you're wet enough."

You brought your fingers to your mouth, then guided them to your folds, trying to recreate the path Jake's tongue usually follwed. But it still felt like you were touching any other part of your skin. It wasn't like that with Jake. Whenever he just LOOKED at your pussy he already had you bucking your hips.

"Baby?" He called after you were silent for too long.

"It's boring." You told him.

"Use your imagination, honey." He chuckled. "If I was there, what would you like me to do to you?"

"Anything you wanted. Absolutely anything at all."

"Oh yeah?" You could hear the smirk on his voice. "I think I would like to tie your hands above your head and rub the tip of my cock on your clit until you were crying. Then I would shove it inside you at once, and fuck you mercilessly, make you look like a dumb little slut, absolutely speechless, but so fucking beautiful with her eyes rolled back, screaming my name…"

"Fuck." Now you were wet. And even more desperate than before. There wasn't a single cell on your body that didn't crave his touch. "You're making it worse…"

"Oh my God, baby…" He ignored your negativity. "You can't imagine how fucking hard I am for you now."

"Let me see!!!" You begged. "Let's FaceTime instead."

"No, keep touching yourself." He said firmly.

"Please, I can't do it…" You insisted.

"I am helping you, angel. You have to learn how to take care of yourself when I'm not home." He explained.

"What about a video? Or just a photo?"

"Don't be a little brat just because I'm not there to slap you. I can simply turn my phone off and go to sleep, leave you on your own. Is that what you want?"

"No, sorry, sir…"

"Good. Now touch your clit, baby… just I do, you know how you like it."

You closed your eyes and tried to picture the things he said before. You lead two fingers to your clit and started rubbing it slowly. At first, it still felt like nothing. But when you hit just the right spot, your back arched and you moaned.

"Yes, good girl… feel good, huh?" He reacted to your moans.

"Yes, Jakey… fuck…"

You kept rubbing that very specific spot and moaning just to let Jake know you were feeling good. Still wasn't as good as it was when he did it with his big fingers, but at least you were feeling something.

"You sound so beautiful right now, angel. Wish I was there to taste you. That's why I don't wanna FaceTime you, honey. Do you think I'm not dying to see that pretty pussy? Of course I am, but it hurts that I can't put my mouth on it. Lick it real good until your legs are shaking around my head. I miss it so much, fuck…"

His words alone were driving you crazy, but it was the sound of him stroking his cock that made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Talk to me, pretty girl. I'm stroking my cock, thinking of you too." He asked sweetly.

"Fuck... need you… what if I can't do it?"

"You can do it, baby. Don't you feel good right now? Rub it harder, baby."

"Hhmm... I need to cum so bad…" You grew more desperate as time passed and you couldn't even imagine how terrible it would be to not be able to do it that night.

"You will, angel. Looks like I'm gonna have to give you a lesson about patience when I come back." He threatened you, and you would do anything to have those lessons now.

The waves kept coming and going. Just when you thought were going to cum, you got all excited but it went away. You were so fucking wet that your fingers slipped through your folds and you missed the spot several times, making you sigh frustratedly. Jake knew it usually didn't take you that long, and he was getting close himself, just picturing you laying there desperate, soaked, legs in the air, rubbing your pussy so hard while you thought about him.

"I can't do it, I can't." You cried out.

"Please, babygirl." He was the one begging now. "Please cum for me, be a good girl for me, I can't hold it much longer…"

You closed your eyes and imagined he was sitting right beside you, ready to shoot his load on your belly and your breasts. It was a pretty realistic fantasy, cause you could hear his moans through the phone, indicating he was really close.

That was it. Suddenly, another one of those waved came. This one was so strong, and just wasn't going away like the others did.

"OH FUCK!" You moaned loud and excitedly. "I'm coming right now, oh my God, right… now... fuuuuck…"

"Yes, babygirl, do it…" He said, feeling his own orgasm building. "Don't stop, oh fuck…"

Fucking finally. It had been so long. Your back arched and all your muscles flexed and you moaned during every second of it. When your body relaxed, you weren't capable of doing anything, not even thinking.

"Baby, talk to me, fuck." Jake called for the third time, but you didn't even hear the first ones.

"I did it." You told him, all smiley. "I'm in heaven, I swear. Fuck... I needed this, so bad..."

"Proud of you, babygirl." He chuckled. "But you should have told me this so much earlier."

"I definitely should." You agreed. "Do you think we can do this again someday?"

"Not a chance." He sighed frustratedly. "I swear I'm getting on the first plane tomorrow. My baby needs me and it breaks my heart to not be there for her..."

After all, you knew that both of you could touch yourselves all you wanted, even together like you just did, but nothing would compare to the real thing.

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[sunshinekindof]

Can’t sleep without you

It was almost midnight on Caladan, but I couldn't sleep. Paul wasn't around. He was away with his father. And, as far as I know, he was supposed to return only a few days later. Lately, Duke Leto had taken Paul more and more on trips and meetings. Of course, it should be so, after all, Paul is the future Duke, the ruler of Caladan, but nevertheless this did not lessen how much I missed him. Paul and I got married a few months ago and I'm still getting used to my new role as his wife. The thought both terrified and excited me at the same time. All the responsibility that now fell on my shoulders. But I know that as long as Paul is by my side, I'm not afraid of anything.

I rarely slept well while Paul was away, and tonight was no exception. During the day I was busy, so it was easier to keep unnecessary thoughts from entering my head, but at night it was more difficult. That's why, instead of tossing and turning restlessly in bed, I threw on a robe and headed down the empty corridors of the castle to the kitchen. I love to cook, it calms me down. I know what I shouldn't be doing now, given my status and the number of servants who can do it for me. But like I said, I enjoyed doing it. And it made me feel like myself.

My choice fell on pancakes. Yes, yes, I know. Pancakes, at midnight? I know, but who will stop me?

While I was cooking, I mentally returned to my wedding with Paul. When the priest said the almost sacred words "now you can kiss the bride." And the sensation I had when Paul pressed his lips against mine. At that moment, I realized that now our destinies, souls, lives are forever connected with each other. And I didn't want amithing. Then the memories of how Paul held me in his arms during our dance, during the pronunciation of toasts and congratulations appeared in my head ... his hands were on me all evening. Then our wedding night...

  I was so absorbed in the memories that I didn't hear anyone approach me. I only returned to reality when I felt someone's hands on my waist. Using my reflexes, I grabbed a nearby knife and tried to stab my opponent with it, but a hand grabbed the knife from me before I could use it.

“My love, did I do something wrong? Is this how you meet your husband?” When I heard a familiar and beloved voice, but I realized who I was trying to stab.

"Paul, Gods! I thought.. Paul!” I hit Paul on the shoulder and hugged him tightly around the neck "You're back"

"I'm back, my love. Of course, I expected a different greeting, but still…”

"You scared me! I didn't hear you approach. Sometimes I feel like you need to wear a bell around your neck to let me know you're coming."

"Kinky" he said with amusement in his eyes "now I know I scared you, but do you think I deserve a kiss from my wife?"

"You're lucky I love you" I laughed and kissed him. The kiss quickly began to gain momentum and we broke away from each other only when both of them stopped getting enough air.

"Hi" I said and smiled

“Hi,” he softly replied, “I'm sorry I scared you. Couldn't keep my hands off you. Missed you too much"

"I missed you too. I can't sleep without you"

“So that’s the reason why you are now…” and looked at the table and stove behind me, after which his gaze returned to me “cooking instead of sleeping? I think I smell burnt"

“Damn” I abruptly moved away from Paul and removed the frying pan from the stove “they were completely burned out” I said sadly “I wonder whose fault it is” I looked meaningfully at my husband, but did not see a hint of remorse in his eyes

"Sorry," he laughed. "Like I said, I can't keep my hands off you" God, how I missed his laughter

“You arrived early. Everything is fine? How was the trip with your father?” I asked as I laid out the unburned pancakes on plates.

“It was…instructive. Good, but there is still so much I have to learn” His face immediately became serious. I knew how worried he was about his future role as duke.

“I'm sure you did well. I don't doubt you for a minute" I smiled and kissed him on the lips "I know it's late, but maybe you're hungry?"

"Very" he said in a hushed voice and looked me up and down.

"Paul..." I felt a blush appear on my cheeks.

"I love it when you're blushing," he smiled and pressed his lips lightly against mine. "But you're right, first we need to eat. You will need your strength tonight" he looked into my eyes and I immediately felt myself getting hot.

"Can’t wait" somehow I got the feeling that we won’t get any sleep tonight.

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[jungwnies]

syn ' part two of misleading < (make sure to read part one for more context!) genre ' angst with a happy ending )

soobin wouldn’t let it go.

he knew there was something bothering you, he just didn’t know what. and he was going to figure it out.

after the party ended, your original plan was to leave with soobin, but after what happened you didn’t want to.

“hey, yeonjun, can i get a ride with you?” you ask, as you pull him aside.

“yeah of course, i just thought you were going with soo- never mind.” he answers, smiling.

you feel a hand on your wrist, “can we talk?” soobin asks.

you look at him and sigh, “sure, but can you make it quick?”

the two of you walk into a separate room, alone and he sits down on a random chair. “why’re you going with yeonjun?” he asks bitterly.

"my house is basically on the way already to his house." you tell him as you zip-up your jacket.

"yeah, but i don't mind dropping you off home y/n." soobin says, sweetly.

yeonjun comes into the room, "are you ready?" he asks.

you nod, "yeah, let's go."

⎯ (timeskip)

yeonjun walked you to your front door, "thanks for dropping me off."

"anytime, are you sure you don't want to talk about what happened back there though?" yeonjun asks, genuinely concerned.

"it's okay jun, i should head to bed anyways." you tell him smiling.

yeonjun looks at you with pity, "i'm really sorry y/n."

"and it's really not your fault, i just feel misled." you muttered. "you should get going, it's late anyways."

yeonjun nods, "you're right, i should get going."

you watch him walk back to his car through the front window and wave him a goodbye through the glass.

as you get settled into your pajamas after brushing your teeth and showering, you hear a ding come from your phone.

soob: hey, are you home safe?

you read the text and throw your phone besides you not replying.

you throw yourself on your bed and sigh, this doesn’t make sense.

⎯ (ts)

you hear a car pulling into your drive way and peak through your window with all your lights off to see a familiar car.

you go to the front door and open it just to see soobin.

"so you're alive?" soobin shouts as he walks from the drive way to your front door. "how come you didn't reply? i was worried."

you look at him with a blank stare. soobin was now in front you coming inside your house, "why aren't you staying anything? you've been quiet since the party." he questions as he is taking off his jacket and shoes.

"i'm just under the weather, why are you here?" you scoff as you walk away from him.

he grabs your wrist, "seriously y/n, what's your problem?"

you take his hand off your wrist, his grip wasn't tight, "you soobin, you're my problem."

soobin laughs, "very funny."

"it's not a joke this time." you warned.

"okay, then what's wrong, i'm supposed to be you're best friend and you're giving me nothing." soobin whines pulling you back towards him.

"which part of me wasn't enough?" you ask him, puzzled.

soobin looks at you confused, "i don't know what you mean by that."

“you make me feel so insecure.” you confess. "soobin, i really fucking like you and seeing you kiss one of my best friends? seriously, what the fuck."

"what?" soobin gasped.

"am i delusional? how can you not see it soobin, i thought it was going to be us one day." you tell him, looking away.

"have you always felt like more than just friends?” soobin asks

"you know me better than I know myself, how did you not notice my feelings?”

“i didn't want to risk our friendship by kissing you y/n.” soobin sighed grabbing your hands, "i always thought you were too good for me.”

you look at him, "i don't know soobin, "this is just awkward now."

"how many times do i need to apologize before you’ll forgive me?" soobin asks, sadly.

"i think you should just go soob, i need time." you sigh.

“y/n i can’t just leave you here knowing how you feel about me now.” soobin complains.

"why didn't you tell me how you felt earlier either then?" you ask.

"i was scared." soob tells you. "god, you have no idea how much i want you.”

you look at soobin and frown, "i want to believe you, but i don't want you to say these things just because of what happened today."

"i might have kissed her, but i'm in love with you y/n, not her." soobin confesses, “but i'm going to give you time to think, and when you decide what you want to do with me let me know."

"i just don't want to be the second option."

soobin pulls you into a hug and digs his head into the nook of your neck, he whispers "you were never the second option y/n.”

“i need you to prove it.” you tell him in a whisper too.

soobin cups your face, “i will, i promise.”

soobin smiles at you widely "my mom is going to be so excited when i bring you home as more than my best friend one day.”

"you're stupid." you tell him walking back to your house with him.

2022 © jungwnies

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[desswright29]

Don’t Leave

A/N:Here y’all go! 😉

Contains: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, Shuri is spiraling. Word count:4k +

Pairing: Shuri X Black Fem Reader

SHAME PT.5

Prestent Day

Shuri’s POV 

I chased her. I chased Y/n, knowing I didn’t have my full heart to give. After coronation, I went to pursue her. I gave her about a month to cool off, while still maintaining my relationship with Eve. Yea, I know. What the hell were you thinking Shuri? Why Shuri? Easy answer. I was thinking about me, and it’s what I wanted. 

My relationship with Eve in hindsight couldn’t really be called that. It was very obvious early on that I wasn’t interested in men. So, Eve being the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, caught my attention easily. Obviously, there were an elite few who really got close with Wakandan royalty. Her father was leader of the Jabari tribe, and she often would end up at the palace with her father when the council would meet. Her mother had died during child birth so Mama felt a certain responsibility to Eve, since she had no mother figure. So, often the palace was where she’d spent most of her time. As we grew older Eve grew more beautiful. It was hard not to fall for her. Unfortunately, Eve was not likable to the majority. Often using her connection with the royal family to claim her superiority. But, she was good to me. We laughed, we played, we talked, and then we kissed. My 18th birthday we made it official. She went on to become a model, and we slowly fell apart. But we were comfortable with one another. She’d been through so much with me that I’d always felt that sense of loyalty to her. Until Y/n.

Y/n was, and still is very much my equal. Compatible with me in every way. I’d even go as far as saying she’s better than me, in most ways. No one would ever be able to compare. To be fair there’s not a lot of Megastar super genius singer/ scientist, that were beautiful enough to heal nations around, and could make me laugh until my belly ached, and I lost her. Let her slip right through my fucking fingers. Thinking back on those years I can’t help but feel ashamed. The way I handled everything caused so much unnecessary pain. I should’ve taken the time out to heal. Instead, I chased. I’d chased what felt good to me. I was so tender, so wounded inside; It was easier to lean into what made me comfortable. At the time my comfortability lied in numbness. The only thing I wanted to feel is what pleased me. My anger, my pleasure. 

“Shuri.” I was snapped out of my thoughts by Nakia looking at me with worry settled into her eyes. “Are you ok?” I gave a soft nod not really having the energy to speak. I’d put on my proverbial mask and had a successful interview with the State Senate about the plans for the outreach, and was now seated comfortably in the back seat of the Royal Maybach. Seated, man spread, arm comfortably resting on the console, while I gazed out of the window not looking at anything in particular. Everything seemed to be a blur until…

“STOP! STOP THE CAR!” Okoye slammed on the breaks stopping abruptly in the middle of the road causing many cars to honk, as they made quick stops to avoid hitting us.

“What in the world SHURI! What is it!” Ignoring her, I quickly opened the car door, stepping out of the car stumbling toward the sidewalk. I couldn’t stop myself from walking forward. Like a moth being drawn to a flame. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, like the beat of a sad drum before the violins began to swell, the enchanting sounds swirling around my head, swallowing me into my sorrow. It felt like a dream walk, But sadly this was my reality. 

In front of me was a beautiful building labeled “Glasshouse Chealsea”. There was an obvious wedding party, Bridesmaids dressed in the most beautifully simple flowing olive gowns. Grooms men dressed in simple black tuxes. Music was being played as a crowd of guest gathered around the stairs dancing, and clapping, whooping excitedly for the newly weds. 

Then there she was. The most beautiful Bride I’d ever seen. Transported directly from the television, to just steps away from my touch, glowing even more beautifully in person. I was stopped in my tracks. It was really her. Standing right before me. My Y/n, my muse, my reason, the one who held my heart. There she stood, with her new husband smiling from ear to ear. She truly looked happy. Embracing him, looking into his eyes with a look so familiar it physically pained me to recognize. Love. She loved him. I could feel my heart clench in my chest as they share a loving kiss; making their way down the stairs giving hugs as they head toward a red Porche labeled just married. 

Shoulders back head held high, she walked with grace. Elegant in all her simplicity. She once told me, Beauty and intelligence are one in the same, no one respects it if you’re shoving it down their throats.” Ha. She lived by that. Naturally alluring, it was in the sway of her hips, in the enunciation of her words, in her expression of her big beautiful brown eyes. The expression in those big brown eyes that were now staring deep into mine. 

I could see the many emotions run through her eyes. Recognition, confusion, hurt. I hadn’t layed eyes on her in person for 2 years. But here she was. My Y/n. Except, she wasn’t mine anymore. The constant reminders of that where ripping my heart to shreds.

 Her eyes lingered on mine a bit before she stepped back and quickly broke eye contact with me, allowing her husband to lead her to the car. Leaving me standing in the middle of the side walk. I stood awhile longer, a lone tear falling from my eye. She glanced over her shoulder at me before gracefully entering the car. I’d never felt defeat so great. This was the end. It was over, isiphelo, la fin. I turned and walked back to the car. As Queen and Black Panther, I never hung my head low, and I never kneeled to anyone. Emotions were for private. So held high, shoulders back, I slid back into the car. 

“Let’s get back to the hotel” I say, voice slightly trembling. She’s really gone.

————————————————————————

Flashback

 Truthfully,

 honestly

I need, I need, I need to believe

I wanna let go 

but I don’t really know

I heard you got a girlfriend

Shuri smiled, sitting back inside the aircraft, closing her eyes as your sensual and melodic voice lulled her into a state of relaxation. She missed you, and had been on edge since you left her in Wakanda. Everyday she hoped you were thinking of her as much as she thought of you. It had been a little under a month, and everyday Shuri went a little more insane. So, she was on her way to you. Determined to win your heart. 

I wanna go to another level with you

But before I do

I wanna know fo’ I go there with you

Apparently, you’d been busy. You had a song that was going crazy on the internet in America. Shuri had been keeping tabs on you and ran across this information scrolling on “tiktok” on her primitive American phone that she only had to keep up with what you were doing. Shuri wasn’t naive to the fact that she was the inspiration behind the song. The information makes her smile to herself. She still has a chance. 

“So what’s the plan here Shuri, what will you say? Here I am again Y/n, to waste more of your time! I know you wrote a whole song about how you don’t want to be my concubine but here I am to ask again, but I’m still with Eve?” Aneka ask as Ayo raised an eyebrow while piloting the ship, also interested in what Shuri’s plan was here.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Eve is not a factor in this”

“Ha! Oh really! Do tell me how your girlfriend of 4 years is not a factor in this new relationship you’re trying to start?” Aneka sat up in her seat across from Shuri elbows on her knees and chin resting in both palms, face full of sarcastic yet genuine interest. 

“Easy really, I have Eve under control, she knows I want to be with Y/n and as long as she gets the lifestyle she’s fine with the bare minimum.” She shrugs.

“And what about Y/n”

“ I’ll tell her me and Eve aren’t together anymore. She doesn’t need to know.”

Aneka stares as she lets the conversation really register. “WOW! Shuri really, just wow. You know this must be some intricate super genius shit that a simple soldier like myself just wouldn’t get, because, to me somehow this just sounds….STUPID!”

Shuri smiles, before breaking into a laugh.

“Maybe so Aneka, Maybe so. It’s gonna work. Watch me.”

Aneka scoffed getting up from her seat choosing to go to sit with Ayo as she piloted the aircraft. 

“ This is gonna be bad” Aneka says to Ayo. Ayo nods and hums in agreement. 

Soon they were landing discreetly on top of the dorms at Hampton University after curfew. Perfectly timed. Shuri stepped out wearing an all black tracksuit similar to the purple one she wore when she 1st met you, her curls perfectly coiled, undercut fresh. She was now standing in front of your door with a huge bouquet of 100 roses. She takes a deep breath and knocks. 

“Who is it!?” She heard from the other side of the door. She decided against answering and knocked again. She heard some shuffling and the padding of your feet headed towards the door.

“Omg! Who tf-“ You snatch the door open to see a familiar body face covered by a bouquet of roses. You look at her and walk away leaving the door open with out saying a word. 

She peaks from behind the bouquet to see you strutting back to your bed, you placing your laptop back onto your lap, begining to type. She places the flowers down at her side and stares at you. 

“You might want to come in before someone see’s the Queen of Wakanda in the halls of Hampton. They already have me under constant surveillance.” You say with out looking up at her,  continuing your pace with typing. Shuri steps in closing the door behind her. She walks closer to you and watches as you work and continue to ignore her. She smirks and lets out a little huff of a laugh. You shoot her an irritated look.

“You’re really going to ignore me forever?”

“Why are you here?”

“Answering a question with a question.”

“Shuri leave”

“Ok ok ok” She sighs “I got these for you” she laid the flowers down next to you. You look at her with your eyebrows furrowed upper lip arched up, waiting for her to get to the point. 

“I’m sorry Y/n. I really am, I didn’t think things through, and I didn’t think about how you would feel at all. That was selfish of me to ask that of you. You’re absolutely correct. You’re way too precious to have to share. I know that I really want you and it’s been killing me thinking about loosing you completely. I can’t Y/n. I need you. I’ve grown so fond of you in such a short time. I want to be with you. Only you Y/n.”

You sat and stared into her eyes. Almost as though you were digging into her soul. It made Shuri extremely uncomfortable. You sat with your natural hair sat in a high bun, with 2 strands of hair left out in the front framing your face perfectly. Your glasses perched on your nose, a large T-shirt and biker shorts on. Shuri admired your beauty as she waited for you to jump into her arms. 

“Bullshit” was your simple answer. Shuri frowned up in shock. 

“You can take the apprehension out ya face Shuri. You know why you’re getting this reaction from me. I saw the moment you switched up. I stood by your side when that bitch left you to suffer after you lost your mother! And you ask me to stand with you while you remain with her! Fuck out of here! You enjoyed that shit, and you’re probably still with Eve! I’m not stupid. HELLO! Remember why are paths crossed. So if you came here believing I was just gonna fall back into your arms. You’re not only full of yourself. You’re full of THE most stinkingest shit an ass like you can muster. Please excuse yourself from my room.”

Shuri stood mouth slightly ajar. That’s Exactly what she expected, for you to run into her arms, grateful for her traveling all this way and apologizing so beautifully. To say this wasn’t apart of the plan was an understatement. You still being this upset hadn’t even crossed her mind.

“Y/n I-“

“I swear to God Shuri if you’re not on the outside of that door in 2 seconds I’m gonna spaz” You speak calmly looking her directly in her eye, standing firm on your word. 

Shuri bit into her lip taking a slight step back from the bed. She’d never felt so unsure of herself, this was a quick change of events.

“Go Shuri!” Your voice picked up in volume this time as you pointed toward the door. Shuri felt her eyes water a bit. So she quickly turned and headed towards the door. “You can keep the flowers” she said sadly, as she closed the door behind her. As the door shut she heard a soft thud against it.

“FUCK YOU AND THOSE FUCKING FLOWERS SHURI!!”

Shuri huffed, biting the inside of her cheek, and used her thumb to flick her nose. 

“I’m not giving up Y/n!”

“Kiss my ass!”

Shuri tapped her beads calling Aneka.

“That was quick, let me guess it went beautifully” Aneka says with humor in her voice. 

“Glad you find humor in my pain Aneka”

“I told you it was stupid idea”

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Four months. FOUR FUCKING MONTHS! 

Shuri had pulled all the stops. She’d stayed in Washington 2 more weeks. She’d bought dozens upon dozens of the most beautiful bouquets. Jewelry. Cartier, Bulgari, Van Cleef. Had money sent to your accounts. You’d gotten a full scholarship so that was taken care of, but any other expenses she took care of. You still weren’t budging. 

  She was now back in Wakanda rethinking her entire life. She’d let her hair grow out, her undercut long gone now, blending in with rest of her curls in an unkempt Afro. She wore sweat suits everyday. They were stylish but definitely not up to the standards of the council, but no one had the guts to say anything to her. Disagreeing with Shuri could prove to be lethal. To say her temper was short was an understatement. So everyone tried to let her be. 

She now lie in her bed staring at the ceiling in her large T-shirt and baggy sweats, when her room door was snatched open and slammed shut. 

“Usisi! Get. Up!” 

Nakia.

Shuri groaned. Ofcourse they’d call Nakia on her. 

“I don’t want to hear it! Get up. You’re wallowing in pity over a situation you caused!” 

Shuri shot Nakia an agitated look.

“ Yes I heard. And I’ve never been more disappointed”

“ I really don’t want to hear this shit Nakia”

“Well you’re going to usisi omncinci” Nakia says sitting on the bed beside Shuri. 

“Shuri you’re not healing or coping well. I don’t believe you should be with anyone let alone two women! Really. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking it was my business” She sat up, staring at Nakia intimidatingly. Nakia stands and looks over Shuri looking down at her. 

“Andikoyiki (I’m not scared of you), You can run around this palace waving your proverbial gauntlet, and scare the hell out of all of your subordinates if you’d like, but I am not them. I am apart of the only family you have left, and I will not allow you to push me away with your anger. It’s time to move towards healing Shuri, because the path you’re on is only going to leave a trail of broken hearts behind you, and you will regret it. T’Challa and Romonda would be extremely disappointed. I will remain in Wakanda for awhile. You know where to find me when you’re ready to talk.”

Shuri watches Nakia as she walks out of her room, irritation etched into her face.

“Dissapointed? Haha! Dissapointed! I don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about. IM RUNNING THE FUCK OUTTA THIS COUNTRY! Pshh. Disappointed. Fuck her!” She swung knocking the lamp on her bedside lamp into the wall. The door to the room opened and Eve walked in. 

Shuri sighs leaning forward, her elbows to her knees, letting out a sigh. She knew Nakia was right but she felt like she needed to hold on to her anger to feel anything. Y/n had successfully gotten into Shuri’s head. Shuri craved the feeling she’d felt when she was with her. She needed to hear her voice singing to her in all it’s sultry beauty. She had to go back to the one person she knew could make her feel human again. (That ain’t what Nakia said Shuri!! Chile🙄)

“We’re done” Shuri says

Eve stops, but she doesn’t reply, she just looks down at her feet.

“Did you hear me Eve!”

“I heard you.�� Eve spoke softly. Shuri had broken Eve down to fraction in the months passed. She’d treated her so poorly, having no real love to give to her, because her heart was obviously somewhere else. Eve had become a shell of herself watching the one she loved love someone else. “ I knew it was coming. You’re clearly infatuated with her….Shuri I never meant to hurt you by not showing up after your mother died. I-I just couldn’t watch you hurt anymore. You’ve been through so much and Romanda was like a mother to me. It hurt Shuri. I wasn’t strong enough to be there for you, and I’m sorry. I would’ve never thought it would’ve been so easy for you to give your heart away.”

Shuri stared at Eve emotionless “Please Eve, spare me the speech. Do you want to gather your things now? Or should I have them sent to you?” 

“FUCK YOUUUUU!!” Eve screams at the top of her lungs tears streaming down her face, Body trembling causing the Dora to barge in. Shuri made no move from her spot on the bed as she watched Eve crumble. 

“Please remove her from my room. I will be taking a trip. Please see to it that all of her items have been removed from my area before my return.” The two Dora look at each other and proceed to walk towards Eve.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me! I can let myself out!” Eve picked herself up from the floor. She looked at Shuri. “I pray you feel every bit of pain you caused me. You’re a peice of shit!” With that she barged out of the room. Shuri looked to the Dora.

“ Prepare transport, to Washington”

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Shuri found herself in Washington, standing in front of a club, in her sweats, hood pulled up over her head, hands fidgeting in her pockets as she paced. She had no idea what she was gonna do or say. All she knew is that she wanted you. She’d found out that you started taking up singing gigs on the side as your name started to pick up traction. She found out you were performing at The black diamond tonight and now here she was. No plan just her.

  She battled with going in, finding you and pouring her heart out, but being so vulnerable in front of so many people had her anxious. So when the doors opened and the familiar sound of your laughter filled her ears, her heart lurched. Her head shot up in the direction she heard the laughter come from, to find you with two guys dragging musical equipment, and a girl with guitar slung over her shoulder. You walked front and center as they trailed behind you goofing off, excited about a good set. 

Shuri admired you in all your glory. Your waist length Afro textured hair worn loose. Body glistening in your short gold cowl neck halter dress. It draped on your body perfectly, the shiny, stretchy fabric clinging to all the right parts of your body. And just when she thought the dress couldn’t get any sexier she noticed a a split at the hip. She could’ve melted into a puddle right there. 

Just as she was about to punk out, you felt yourself being watched and your head turned in the direction of what looked like some random weirdo in a sweat suit staring you down. Before you could get creeped out Shuri removed her hood. You were stuck a moment, as she was now sporting a full fro, she looked tired, bags under her eyes, and skin looked a bit dull. Even with all that Shuri still managed to be beautiful. You frowned immediately turning to get to your car bidding your friends goodbye as more people began to file from the club. Shuri knew it was now or never. She took a step forward towards the direction you were walking. 

 “Y/n! Please!” She yelled, causing heads to turn. You stopped, but kept your back toward her. She took a few more steps toward you. 

“Look at me.. please look at me.” she says and you slowly turn to look at her.

“Shuri I-“ You began but she quickly cut you off.

“Please let me speak this time…. I’m here y/n, no bells and whistles, no holds barred, just me.” She remained where she stood stretching her arms out to the side and then quickly dropping them.” I get it now. I hurt you more than I was prepared to deal with and I’m sorry. I really am baby girl. Everyday I’m paying for it. Knowing I want to be with you and being shut out is killing me. I’m a mess. I can admit that. I can’t think straight, and I don’t know what else to do. I cut ties with Eve, and I’m not asking you to hop into a relationship with me immediately, I’m asking you to give me the chance to prove that I’m worthy of it. Because I need you. I like me better when I’m with you. So please..” She walks toward you now entering your space, silent tears escaping her eyes. “Please let me fix it.” She reached out for your hands, and you looked at her hands as a stray tear fell from your eyes. “I’m begging you”

You look into her eyes seeing the sincerity. You inhale and let out a wet exhale. You slowly reach and take her hands, you pull her body into yours wrapping her arms around your waist. You take her in your arms wrapping your arms around her shoulders, and allow her to break as she buries her head into your neck, sobs racking her body. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, I promise I won’t fuck this up this time.” She whispered into your neck as applause from the crowd that had formed rang out. You pulled back grabbing her face with both hands bringing her face up to look you in the eyes. 

“Let’s get there first. Hm? One step at a time.” 

She nods, truly grateful for the chance just to fix things.

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Present

Shuri POV 

She gave me my second chance. And I did everything right. I went back to my undercut and curly top. I started therapy. And with Y/n by my side I genuinely did run the fuck out of my country. We created so many amazing Technological advancements together. Y/n doing all of this at the same time as her music career began taking off. I showed up to as many shows as possible. Became apart of her musical process. The nights in the studio with her and her crew grew to be some of my favorite memories. I’d order food, drinks, have the best weed Wakanda could grow, and it would be like a movie in there. The sex we would sneak off and have was crazy. We were the true definition of what a power couple was. The world loved us together, my country was probably more excepting of her than they were me. Our love was beautiful. So tell me. How did I fuck it all up?

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[chiliiscereal]

Hi! Sorry, it's me again ;-; I was just wondering how would the boys react at a s/o who's always making self-deprecating jokes

No don’t be sorry! You can keep on sending them if you like lol I love it XD I also take one shots ideas and any questions you might have!

Also I’m starting on the next chosen last lol I’ve been busy for a while

Rottmnt headcanon: self deprecating humorous S/O

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Raph:

-right off the bat he ain’t gonna let that fly

-when he first heard your jokes he thought you were being serious

-let me tell you one thing: Raph can’t stand when anyone says anything awful about you

-even if it’s you that’s saying it

-“bro this show is so sad!” Leo commented dramatically as you all watched the ending of the titanic.

You, cuddled up to Raph, couldn’t help but take the opportunity. “Not as sad as my future.”

He stopped watching the movie and turned to you, mouth open. “Don’t say that!”

“Raph it’s a joke-!”

“Your future ain’t sad! It’s beautiful and you’re so smart and if you think it won’t be then-!”

“RAPH!”

-he finally caught on that it was a joke and he calmed down

-but still, he hated it whenever you joked like that

-it made him feel like you didn’t love yourself!

-sure he loved you enough for the both of you but still!

-he tried to stop reacting to it but most of your humor was based on self roasts

-he tried to bite his tongue and ignore it

-he tried paying attention to something else

-anyone else

-but it was very hard

-finally, he took it to you himself

-“hey, babe, can you... maybe try to stop making fun of yourself like that?” He asked cautiously as he sat beside you on his bed.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You know, jokes like ‘oh this didn’t work out guess I’ll go kill myself’ or ‘this frog has as many brain cells as I do. Dang I feel sorry for it.’”

“Ohhhh... come on those are just jokes!”

“Could you try to stop? Listen... I love you so much. I can’t stand to hear you say anything like that about yourself. Okay?”

-when Raph told you that, you did your best from then on out to stop

-he knew you were trying so he refrained from reacting if any jokes slipped out

-of course, sometimes you would say a joke like that just to get him to hit you with a pillow

-it was all in good fun

-it never ended well for you tho

-come on.

-going against someone THAT tall and with THAT kind of build?

-yeah... all the pillows within a ten mile radius had their insides all over the floor by the time he was done pelting you with them

-splinter always made the two of you repair them but you didn’t mind

-it was an excuse to be with Raph even more

Donnie-

-honestly your humor is not too different from his

-you’re both sarcastic

-you both have dry humor

-the only difference is that his humor is always to make him look good

-yours always brings yourself down

-he knew it was always a joke but he never knew how to take it

-he couldn’t correct you seriously because then his ‘bad boy image’ would be ruined

-but you... his non synthetic darling... saying all gathers things about yourself?

-he couldn’t take it

-but how could he get you to stop without asking?

-he briefly considered bringing back the machine that temporarily made his brothers smarter so he could change it to make you stop saying those things...

-but he learned his lesson the last time

-if only it were that easy

-so he spent a couple nights on the computer, searching up how to make someone stop making self deprecating jokes

-he was going to have all his data together and bring it to you as an intervention ONLY when he was ready

-sadly that didn’t happen

-you walked into his lab and noticed he was busy reading an article. Thinking nothing of it you skipped over and stood behind him to read over his shoulder. You frowned when you read the title: “how to stop self deprecation in your teenagers.”

You snorted, startling him out of his peaceful sitting. “Donnie, what is this?” You featured loosely to the screen as you sent him a playful glare. “This is a parenting article.”

He finally caught his breath and turned back to the computer guiltily. “Yes yes I know... I was just... trying to stop Sheldon from getting mouthy with me.”

You raised a brow. “You sure that’s it?”

He nodded and avoided eye contact. “Yes that’s it. Its nothing.”

“So if you were to compare my IQ and what you were doing it’s both nothin-?”

He stood up quickly. “That’s it! See that’s the problem! I’m just tired of you always saying this about yourself! Sure it’s a parenting article but that’s all I could find!”

-Dang he was on a rant for probably twenty minutes

-once he was finally done you decided to give it a try

-after all he was clearly bothered by this

-more than he cared to admit

-so you sat down with him and looked up ways to stop

-he tried to make you do that rubber band trick people used to break bad habits but you drew the line there

-you two made due tho

-(he slowly got you using a type of humor more like his: one that made you talk about yourself in a better light)

Leo:

-the first time he heard you say a joke that wasn’t in your favor he thought it was pretty hilarious

-until you kept going

-sure it was funny at first but he only wanted to hear so much of it

-he adored you!

-you were his and he loved you to death!

- he decided to shower you with affection every time you were negative

- you lounged on the couch, waiting for something interesting to happen. You sighed “this is more boring than my love life- AH!”

Leo jumped on top of you.

“Leo get OFF!”

“You’re so beautiful, babe.”

“Im a goblin now get off!”

*cuddles even more violently*

- everything you tried resulted in violent attention

-one thing about how you looked lead to rapid fire kisses being peppered onto your face

-a word about your personality cause you to be wrapped into a blanket with him for over ten minutes

-you stopped very fast when he started picking you up and carrying you away from whatever conversation you dropped your dry humor into

-still whenever you want attention or you’re simply missing him, all you have to do is text him that you’re ugly and he’s at your window

Mikey:

-you tried once

-it got you sat down with Dr. Delicate Touch for an hour

-somehow Mikey had a presentation already ready

- it was both informational and terrifying

- he loves you so much and he doesn’t want to hear you say anything bad

-anytime you start up again he slips his Dr. Delicate Touch glasses on and gives you a look

-you always stop right away and go back to painting with him or whatever activity you two were doing together

- it stopped really fast

-well, the saying the jokes in front of Mikey did

-he somehow always managed to catch you though

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[specialagentlokitty]

10th doctor x reader - time Lord and vampire

You looked as the doctor, or rather now, John Smith rushed past, and you sighed a little to yourself as you crouched down to clean the floor.

“Couldn’t you be doing something else?” Martha whispered.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, what did you originally all those years ago, this time.”

You looked at you friend and sat back on your legs a little bit.

“Well… if I remember correctly, I was lying with a stake in my heart.”

“Would that kill you?”

“No, only a certain one can kill me. My brother was just being petty, so don’t worry I won’t run into myself.”

She laughed softly and you both went back to cleaning the floor, and you watched as the doctor rushed back with the matron behind him.

You went back to cleaning the floor.

“Come on, he’ll remember soon.”

“I hardly doubt that, I’ve been travelling with him long enough Martha, and I know the doctor, and unless that watch is opened he won’t remember a single thing.”

She looked at you and you gave her a sad smile.

“I don’t know how long I can watch him fall in love with someone else…”

Your voice cracked and she placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

“What else can you do?” She asked.

“I.. I can leave..”

“You can’t! He’ll look for you!”

“And you’ll give him the letter on my bed, I’m sorry Martha, but I can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry.”

She kept trying to change your mind throughout the day, but as night fell, you left without anything.

You just up and vanished and all your belongings you let with her, and she made sure to take very good care of them.

And she didn’t know how to tell the doctor, even as she stood at the TARDIS door waiting for him after everything.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked.

Martha went to say something.

“Oh! Before I forget! I haven’t said thank you yet!”

He hugged her and she smiled sadly as she hugged him softly and he quickly pulled away and gestured to the TARDIS

“Are they inside?”

“Doctor they… (Y/N)… they left…” 

“They left?” He asked confused.

Martha nodded her head softly, and she looked at him.

“I’m sorry.. I.. I tried to stop them doctor I did.. but I’ve put all their things inside, and here, they asked me to give you this.”

She handed him the letter and he looked at it confused.

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine.. we’ll see them again you know that…”

He didn’t read the letter at first, he set it on the console as he set the TARDIS into flight, and he tried to ignore it.

But when they tried to find you, they would explore everywhere you tended to be, but they never found you.

So, finally, standing alone in his TARDIS, he opened the letter you had written for him.

It didn’t contain much. Just a few words.

And his hands began to tremble as he looked at it, and he felt his eyes burning with tears.

Taking a deep breath, he blinked them away and set the letter down and he turned away when the door was opened.

Taking the letter he shoved it into his jacket and turned around.

“You can’t just go bursting into people ships you know.” He scolded.

Martha rolled her eyes a little bit and walked over, holding out a bit of paper.

“It’s not my birthday yet.”

“I don’t even know when you’re birthday is, and it’s not that. I remembered (Y/N) giving me this after I travelled with you, said I would know when to give it to you. I think how’s that time.”

“What?”

Martha shrugged a little bit and grinned, and she backed away towards the door.

“Have fun!” She chirped.

With that, she left and he looked at this bit of paper as well.

Opening it, he looked at the coordinates for somewhere, and an address and he shrugged, putting them into the console.

He didn’t know why you wanted him to have this, but he wanted to find out, so that’s where he went by himself.

When the TARDIS stopped he double checked everything was right and he stepped out, looking around.

It was a large home in the middle of the country, and he could see some people stood by the front of it, so he made his way over.

They both looked at him and in a split second he was shoved to the floor by one and the darker haired one stood in front him.

“How did you get here?”

“I got a letter telling me to come here from (Y/N)! It’s in my jacket!”

The one holding him went through his pockets and pulled it out, looking at it and handed it over.

“They’re friends do seem to get stranger and stranger.”

“Niklaus now is not the time. Let him go.”

“That’s no fun.”

“(Y/N) will have your head if you hurt him, you know that, and we apparently need his help.”

The doctor was hauled up and he stumbled a little bit and looked at the two.

“Vampires?” He asked.

“Elijah and Niklaus.” Elijah said.

“(Y/N)s brothers, and you’re going to help us fix whatever is wrong with them.”

“Are they okay?” The doctor asked.

The two shared a look and Klaus gestured towards the large our.

“They have been locked inside that house for a while, had a witch out a spell on it and we can’t see if they’re okay or not.”

“We’ve had a little bit of contact, maybe a phone call here or there, but that’s all. The last time we heard from them was months ago.” Elijah explained.

“But you can’t get in?”

“Magic, but you can. So, if they’ve sent you here they must want you. So, fix this.”

The doctor turned to the house which now he was closed he could see the door had been smashed through.

“Niklaus thought throwing things would get (Y/N) to open the door.”

“What can I do?”

“They’ve been asking for you for a while, we assume it’s related.”

The doctor nodded and he looked at your two brothers and he slowly made his way towards the house and he stepped through the door.

“(Y/N)?”

He heard the sound of something being tossed against a wall and breaking, and he followed the sound.

You were in the kitchen, sitting against a wall, and he looked at the other wall which had a pile of glass building up at the bottom.

You reached next to you and pulled another bottle and opened it.

“I think you’ve had enough..” he whispered.

You moved the bottle away and pushed yourself up, stumbling a few times, and you stumbled around the table.

“No…”

“Hey, come on now, how much have you drank?”

He had seen you drink a lot, a lot that would put a human in hospital, but never did he ever think a vampire could get drunk.

And you were beyond that.

You were absolutely wasted, without a sense of recognition or care in the world.

You began to down the bottle and you tossed it behind you, breaking it on the wall.

He looked at the bottles on the counter and reached them before you, and he gently gripped your wrist.

“You’ve had enough now.” He said.

“You.. don’t…”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before you gripped your stomach, groaning a little bit.

“Let’s get you laid down, sleep it off..” he whispered.

The doctor helped you to the sofa, and he slowly laid you down, and you tried to get up again but he wouldn’t let you.

So you laid down once more, and he took a good look at you.

He could smell the alcohol pouring from you, seeping out of your skin and your clothes.

Reaching out, he place his hand on your forehead.

“Get some sleep…”

You mumbled something he couldn’t understand, and he sat down on the coffee table, holding your hand.

When he was sure you were asleep, he got up and went outside to meet with your brothers.

“So?”

“They’re asleep now, but drunk. Really drunk. I didn’t know vampires could get drunk.”

“Well, if you drink so much you’d get drunk too.” Klaus shrugged.

“They’ve been drinking day and night since they got here, hasn’t eaten anything. So you might want these.”

Elijah handed over a cooler and the doctor took it.

“When they wake up tell them to remove this damn barrier.” Klaus said.

“I will.”

The two brothers nodded and headed back to their car and the doctor headed inside.

He kept checking on you, but while he wasn’t he was cleaning up your mess, trying to rid the smell from the house.

He poured the rest of the drinks down the sink and got rid of those bottles as well.

You slept all through the night, and you woke up the next day and crinkled your nose in disgust.

“Jesus…”

Slowly getting up, you walked upstairs to shower, changing into some clean clothes and you went into the kitchen, going through all the cupboards.

“I got rid of them.”

You turned around, and you froze a little bit at the doctor and he pointed to the fridge and so you went over and opened it before closing it again.

Ignoring the food in there for you, you headed out the back and dropped yourself on the back step with a groan.

“You have to eat something, please.”

You waved your hand dismissively and you reached under the porch, pulling out another bottle.

“No, come on (Y/N) this isn’t funny, you’ve drank enough now.”

You jumped away, and you backed up a few steps.

“You don’t get a say.” You snapped.

“You can’t just keep drinking like this.”

“Not like it’s going to kill me is it?”

“(Y/N)…”

You ignored him and walked over to the bench and sat on it so you could carry on drinking, and he walked over.

You looked at him and he carried on walking, reaching out he took the bottle from your hand and he set it aside.

“Just stop, please…”

“Why? It’s the only thing that helps.”

“Helps what? You’re destroying yourself, you can only go long without eating even I know that.”

“It helps me forget you doctor! It helps me pretend that I didn’t just get abandoned back then! It wasn’t so bad when I was laying half dead in some coffin, but actually being alive? Having to live over a hundred years knowing that somewhere out there in my timeline in the past I didn’t have to watch you not notice me!”

“(Y/N) I.. I had to do it.. you know I did…”

You shook your head and clenched your jaw.

“It’s not that doctor! It’s watching as you walk past day and day again slowly falling in love with some human, knowing you’d live a happy life with her if you really wanted to. Knowing that even if I wanted to I couldn’t make you notice me because I would outlive you.”

You took a deep breath.

“I have your memory burned into my brain and I couldn’t just go by watching as you walked past and I couldn’t even talk to you. So I left, I stayed hidden away until it came to now, and I came back here, and I hide away.”

“You locked yourself in a house and you’ve drank what I can only assume to be a whole liquor factory at this point.”

You shrugged a little bit and took the bottle as you walked around him.

“I waited, and I waited. And I guess I just got bored of waiting, so I wanted to forget, at least this way I can. I should never have agreed to go with you, I should’ve known better.”

You walked back inside and he ran after you calling your name.

The doctor stopped you in the kitchen, and he took the bottle from you again.

“I read your letter, the one you gave to Martha before you left. She gave it to me.”

“I couldn’t even tell you what I did yesterday.” You laughed weakly.

You walked around him once more, and went back to the sofa and dropped yourself down on it.

“I assume my idiot brothers sent you in anyways, tell ‘em I’m fine would you, thanks.”

The doctor didn’t know what to do, so he let you fall asleep, and this time he did a more intense search to make sure everything was cleared.

And you slept for the next two days before you finally woke up, this time sober

Sitting up, you stretched and yawned a little, resting your head on the back of the sofa and rubbed your head a little bit.

You felt something being dropped in your lap and you looked at it, watching as the doctor walked away.

Picking up the blood bag, you headed upstairs while drinking from it, and you set it aside to shower, and finished it before brushing your teeth and heading back down.

Binning the empty bag, you leant on the table and groaned a little bit as a pain went through your stomach.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” The doctor asked.

“Hunger pains… and withdrawal. I.. I think you should come back in a few weeks..”

“What? Why?”

“Because right now you’re looking a lot better than those old bags in the fridge…”

The doctor took his jacket and blazer off and held his arm out to you.

“Do it then.”

“No… look.. I can’t get out of here.. just come back… please…”

You gripped your stomach tightly and he shook his head.

“No. I’m not leaving you like this.”

You grumbled and walked into the basement and willingly entered one of the rooms, and you gestured for him to close the door.

“Bring a new bag down every few hours… put it through the bars…”

“Alright.”

So he did, he would sit by the door and walked to you, and bring you a new bag when you asked.

And after nearly a week and a half, you were okay to come out, you weren’t going mad with hunger, you weren’t in pain anymore.

Though you were still weak.

But you could finally come out, and the doctor just watched you pacing laps around the garden for a few minutes.

“I want to talk about that letter.”

You ignored him, still pacing around.

“Stop.”

You did and you turned to the doctor, and he walked over, immediately crushing you into a hug and you froze for a second.

Then you hugged him back, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Doctor..?”

“I love you too…” he whispered.

The doctor pulled away and he looked at you gently.

“Yes as a human I could’ve had an amazing life, but that wasn’t me. This is me, and this is me telling you I can have that life with you too. You’re a vampire, you’ve already lived slightly longer than me (Y/N). So we can carry on living, together.” He smiled.

“Doctor… you need to think about this…”

“What’s there to think about.”

He pointed to himself.

“Time lord.”

Then he pointed to you.

“Original vampire.”

Then he took your face in his hands.

“Both near enough immortal…”

You quickly leant up to kiss him, and he happily kissed you back and he pulled away with a little grin on his face.

“Brilliant, so get that witch to break this barrier and let’s go!”

You laughed and shook your head at him, brushing past him as you headed inside.

“I still need time to gather my full strength back.”

“But (Y/N) it’s been a month already come on!” He whined.

He turned around and ran after you, and you were sat at the table and he turned around.

“That’s still disgusting why can’t you drink out of a cup?”

“Because I don’t want to, go away you lurker come back in a month or so.”

“Nope.”

“Stop lurking.”

“I’m bored!”

“Then go back to the TARDIS!”

“No!”

He turned around and he looked at you, and you rose a brow at him.

“Go away.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to come with me.”

“Not yet.”

He huffed and sat down at the table, pouting to himself.

Getting up, you walked behind him and gently titled his head back to look at you.

Leaning down you pressed a tender kiss to his forehead and he smiled at you.

“Fine, just give me a couple more days okay, just to rest.”

He nodded his head and you began to walk away, heading back to bed and it wasn’t long before he joined you, letting you lay on his chest to listen more clearly to the sound of his beating hearts.

“I should’ve told you before everything…” he mumbled.

“What’s done is done doctor.”

He nodded a little bit and he looked at you.

Truth be told, he could somewhat remember you, even if he had forgotten who he was, when he looked at your face there was something telling him he remembered you but not who you were.

And when he regained everything that made him who he was, he was fallen you weren’t there because all he wanted to do was kiss you.

That’s all he’s ever wanted to do

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[citygirlcharlotte]

The Sister Halstead (Part 13)

Hank Voight x Reader

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“You sure?” Henry asked me as we were getting ready for bed that night. I was already on my laptop looking at baby clothes. 

“This just feels like the right time. Plus when am I ever going to have everyone together like this?” I mused. 

He joined me in bed, maneuvering me around so he could see my screen. 

“Jay and your dad are going to kill me.” He stated.

“You can take them.” I laughed as I kissed his cheek. 

We stayed up most of the night brainstorming the perfect reveal and I was so excited to share my little bundle of joy with my family. I woke up Henry the next morning with excited giggles, placing kisses all along his face and neck. 

“Wake up!” I whined. 

He opened a singular eye mockingly before closing it again and pulling me into his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered. 

“I love you more than anything.” 

“More than our little love bug?” He joked, hand coming to stroke our babies home. 

“Considering you gave me them, yes.” I smiled, placing a soft kiss to his jaw. 

I caught the bottom of his jaw, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Henry’s hand made his way to my thigh to throw it over his hip. Obviously I had no choice but to ground my pelvis on his. 

“Horny this early in the morning?” He joked.

“I have the hottest baby daddy, what am I supposed to do?” I sighed, pushing his boxers down and sliding his tip between my folds. 

“Say please.” 

“Please.” He moaned, bucking into my hand. 

“Good boy.” I moaned, sliding down his length. 

We moved at a languid pace, kisses and moans filling the room. 

“Right there.” I cried. The feeling of him hitting my cervix was not something I would ever get used to. 

“Fuck baby.” He whined, slamming my hips back onto his length. 

“Please!” I cried. Now I was the one whining for a release. He took mercy on me and moved his thumb to caress my clit. 

In a matter of moments, I was falling over the edge and collapsing on Henry’s chest. He continued to chase his high and thrust into my sopping heat before letting out a guttural moan and filling me up. 

“God damn it I love doing that.” He admitted.

“I know, that’s how I got pregnant.” I laughed, falling to the side and laying my head on his chest. 

After what felt like hours of laying together, it was time to get this plan in action. As I was getting ready for some errands, Hank sat on a stool, talking to my little bump. 

“Today’s the day bub, we’re going to tell your grandparents and your uncles about you.” He murmured, shoving his face into my stomach. 

“I wish we could tell your brother. I hope he’s up there with you in heaven taking care of you until mama and I get to meet you.” He confessed. 

I felt myself tearing up as I dropped my curler and ran my fingers through his hair. 

“I’m sure Justin is watching over our baby. How about you tell Erin next if you want to?” I proposed. 

He smiled sadly up at me before returning to his secret conversation. 

“I hope it’s a girl.” I mused. 

“Me too.” 

The afternoon rolled around with us enjoying a beautiful backyard picnic. We had a white tent with the most aesthetic array of every food I could think of. I had 4 little boxes hidden to the side for the big reveal. 

“Do you guys really have to go back?” I pouted to my parents. 

Having them here for the long weekend made me realize how much I missed being around them all the time. Especially with the baby coming, I wanted them to stay in Chicago.

“We’ll be back all the time okay? Your dad just bought another apartment down the block from yours, so I’m sure we’ll be here more often.” My mom reassured me. 

“Speaking of apartments, here are your keys boys.” My dad smiled, handing off keychains to Will and Jay. 

“We can’t thank you enough Mr. Lahey.” Will said, expressing his gratitude.

“It is not a problem and please call me Charles. You two are family now and I feel better that Charlie isn’t living alone.” Dad explained. 

“Hardly alone when Hank’s always there.” Jay mumbled, taking a drink from his glass. 

“Heard that.” Henry replied. 

“Nonetheless, thank you, Charles.” Jay smiled, giving my dad a firm handshake. 

After indulging in way too much desert, it was time for the main event. 

“I have a surprise.” I announced excitingly, moving to grab the little boxes with everyone names on them. 

“You guys have to open it at the same time okay?” I instructed. 

With a collective nod, everyone took a hold of the ribbon securing the box. 

“On three! One, two.. three!” I yelled. 

They all yanked their ribbons free and reached into the box for their gift. My mom opened her box to a onesie saying “grandmas favorite”, my dad got a coffee mug saying “promoted to grandpa”, Jay got a bottle of scotch that says “pairs well with becoming an uncle” and Will got a candle that says “smells like you’re gonna be an uncle”. 

At first, no one reacted. They all just stared at their gift in silence. My mom was the first to lift her head with tears in her eyes. 

“A grandma?” She cried, clutching the onesie to her chest. My dad was quick to follow her with a shocked expression. 

“You’re pregnant?” He gasped. 

I nodded excitedly as tears came down my face. 

“Oh baby!” Will shouted, smelling his candle before reaching over for a hug. 

My mom joined us in the hug as my dad and Jay looked at each other before looking at Henry. 

“Say something.” I laughed, staring at the men in shock. 

“Congratulations Honey.” My dad smiled, hugging me as well. 

Jay continued to sit there with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“You got my sister pregnant?” He asked, flabbergasted. Before anyone could really gauge a reaction, he got up and punched Henry in the face. Again. 

“Seriously Jay? This is the second time. I’m still your boss.” He groaned. My dad helped him off the ground with a laugh. 

“No more hitting, I need my grandchild to grow up with a father in one piece.” My dad joked. 

Jay finally came over and brought me into a hug. 

“I’ll kill him if he ever hurts you.” He whispered, holding onto my tightly. 

“Thank you.” I cried, soaking his shirt. 

I was finally able to make my way back to Henry and inspect his face. 

“He was holding back. The first one was worse.” I joked. 

“I bought an ice pack for a reason.” He admitted, pulling out a cold one from the cooler.

“I’m so excited to be having a baby with you.” I cooed at him. 

“I’m excited but terrified. I can’t believe I get to be a dad again.” He admitted. 

That made my mom sob and pulled him into a hug. 

“Welcome to the family Henry.” 

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[jamespotterismydaddy]

Thicker Than Blood (Aemond x OC) Chapter 5

word count: 1,131

Last part —> next part

A green dress? Is he serious? I pace around my chambers, looking at the garment. I can’t wear it, of course not but a part of me wants to.

There’s no harm in trying it on. I don’t call on Myra to help me dress, I can already imagine the smirk that she would have on her face. I take my nightgown off and lay it over the back of the rich mauve settee that sits in the room. I step into the dress. It even feels good to put on; it’s silken and softer than fluffs of cotton. I walk over to the mirror and admire how the gown sits on my body, how perfectly it fits. The silk is draped over my curves in a way that feels just… right and appears effortless.

How did he know my measurements? I catch myself wondering but he was obviously watching me closely enough in the throne room to commit my figure to memory. 

Or perhaps that was what he was doing as his fingertips traced up my spine after he cut open my dress. I shudder at the memory of his cold fingers brushing over my bare skin. I want him to do it again. What a silly thought.

“Stupid Hightower-green dress.” I pull it back off and stare at it as it lies on the floor. I pick it up and fold it. Something like that is too good for the floor.

I ravage through my closet, searching for something prettier than what he gave me, something richer. I have to settle for a deep, crimson gown that has a neckline that is lower-cut than anything his mother would ever approve of. Usually I wouldn’t consider such a dress to be ‘settling’ but as I look at the green gown that lies on the settee, I can’t think of it in any other way.

I call Myra in to do up my hair and help me dress. She eyes the green dress that I didn’t think about hiding.

“That is new.” She comments as she walks behind me and begins to brush out my hair.

“Yes.” I say shortly.

“Was it a gift?” She inquires.

“Yes.”

“From who?” She tries to keep her voice casual as she pins up my hair but I know that she desperately wants to know.

“You ask a lot of questions.” 

“My apologies, princess.” She has been more reserved since I snapped at her the other day. I think for a moment before sighing.

“Aemond sent it.” I cringe at the fact that i’m even saying it out loud.

“Prince Aemond sent it?” I can see the look of shock on her face in the mirror that is propped up in front of us both.

“You mustn’t tell anybody. I am giving it back anyhow.” I say in a dismissive tone.

“Why? The dress is gorgeous!” She couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to give such a dress back.

“It is green.” I know she understands my meaning.

“Yes, but-” She tries to speak.

“There can be no buts about it. It simply isn’t the time for such a… gesture.” I know that I can speak plainly with her but it feels like a bad time to do it, as if we are tiptoeing around sleeping lions… or dragons.

“Of course, princess.” She nods in understanding.

Myra finishes up my hair and helps me dress in the crimson gown with my corset tied a little looser than usual.

“I shall find him now and return the dress.” I say as I pick it up.

“Oh, I could find one of his manservants and get him to return it for you.” Myra offers, her suggestion being the more intelligent one.

Perhaps I shouldn’t take it back myself.

But I want to.

“You need not fetch his servant. I wish to have words with my uncle. Sadly, he will likely enjoy the attention.” I may like the banter too but I don’t say that out loud. “Do figure out where he is at the moment, though.”

Myra nods and leaves me. When she returns with a note with Aemond’s whereabouts, I pick up the dress, making sure it is folded, and head off to the library.

Of course he’s in the bloody library.

I walk swiftly down the halls with the irritatingly soft dress in my hands, ready to confront my uncle. When I enter the library, I notice that he is the only person there. Weird. He doesn’t even look up as I make my way towards him.

“Uncle.” I greet him harshly and he finally looks up at me from his book.

“Niece. Have you come to thank me for your gift?” He smirks.

“Your gift is green.” I hold it up like he wouldn’t already know its colour.

“I know it's green, darling.” I will myself not to blush at the petname.

“It’s a slight.” 

“Would you have preferred a different colour? Perhaps… black?” He looks ever so pleased with himself at that question.

“You amuse only yourself. You can take the ‘gift’ back. It is an insult.” 

“An insult? I hardly think that a dress made from the finest silk Essos has to offer is an insult. The fabric alone cost a small fortune.” He clearly wishes to rile me up and it's working.

“You are not brainless, Aemond. Stop acting like it.”

“Not very grateful, are you? I had multiple dressmakers up all night making a lovely gown for you and you throw my generosity back in my face. How cruel you are to your poor uncle.” He still has that stupid smirk on his face.

“Do not be so patronizing.” I glare and then proceed to actually throw the dress in his face. He catches it easily.

“What a spoiled brat you are. Why not be a good girl and go try this expensive dress on for me?” He stands, holding the gown and I blush a little at how close he is. He towers over me. “Or have you already tried it on?” He looks at me knowingly.

“I haven’t put it on.” I lie.

“Really? Then why are you blushing, hm?” He tilts my chin up so I have to look him in the eye.

“I am not.” I say defiantly.

“Oh yes you are, sweet niece. And why did you come all the way down here to return the dress? I’m starting to think that you’re just finding excuses to see me.” My cheeks get redder. I flick his hand off of my face.

“You are entirely too full of yourself. Take the dress back. Burn it. I don’t care.” I storm out of the library feeling incredibly flustered and wanting nothing more than to wring my smirking uncle’s neck.

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[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/740092893695442944/the-last-few-days-an-artist-i-follow-on-here-has

Oh man, this makes me think of a Good Omens artist whose art I really enjoyed! Then their creative well ran dry and for years all they posted was complaints about how “no one reblogs anything anymore” and “I don’t want to do art anymore because no one reblogs anything”. And I get the desire to be validated for one’s art! I understand how discouraging lack of interaction is (they were pretty popular, so it was a case of ‘no amount of interaction is enough’. Always sad when people can’t develop a healthy amount of self-validation). I understand having a years-long dry spell in creativity. So I followed for years, hoping they’d get back into the saddle, just ignoring the negativity.

My last straw was good omens season 2 came out and their longstanding, virulent hate for Neil Gaiman just spiraled out of control. “It’s queerbaiting!!!!” they rage-posted over and over. I said to myself: you know what, this is when I bow out. And I finally unfollowed her. Sadly, her absence in my timeline is a blessing.

Man, I haven’t thought about that in a while.

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We all like validation in some form or other, but... yeah... sometimes, people just fall down a hole of negativity and never seem to climb back out.

[inkyquince]

This is a kofi commission for @letstalktea! They sweetly requested Harper being a right little creep over his hermaphrodite reader and a professional letter regarding your health turns very very unprofessional.

content warning. implied somnophilia, medical malpractise, petnames, masturbation, cum stains on the second letter. hermaphrodite reader. dubcon, harper being a nasty. sadly the cum stains on the letter is pretty hard to see.

transcript:

Dear Mx, 

I wished to send a follow up letter after our last appointment that took place last Friday. After your dizzy spell in my office, I am satisfied with the results of the tests we run on you, with your permission. 

The results were quite clear and you will find enclosed the details of the test, but most importantly the medication I wish for you to start taking. You will be required to come in as soon as convenient to pick up the prescription from my office and then the pills from the chemist. You will start noticing the effects around two weeks after taking them and hopefully you will start feeling much better, in more ways than one. 

Sadly there are some side effects that we are more than prepared to help you with. You will notice that your body is more sensitive, especially certain areas, such as your fingers, lips, ears, feet, chest and genitals. You might also notice your libido may increase, or certain areas might swell. We shall talk about it more when  you come in, but all of these side effects are well worth it. 

I will admit that on a more personal level, rather than professional, that you gave me quite the fright collapsing like that. You have lived in this town long enough to know better than to do that by now. I cannot even stress the amount of sleep I would lose if I knew you were out there, liable to faint, be so vulnerable and alone and open for the taking by any man with ill intentions towards you. 

I could barely contain myself seeing you passed out in my office… 

It is as if you are unaware of your own affect on people. I would love to pick your brain about that. Maybe take you in for an examination. Maybe even have you over at my asylum, just for a short stay of course. For your own good. 

Don’t worry, you wouldn’t have to interact with the rest of the patience. Just you and I as you recover and allow me to examine you everyday. Of course we’d make sure that you can happily keep up a routine, and your studies in between the exams. I, of course, will still be busy with the hospital and the other asylum patients, but we both know that if I could, I would spend an overwhelming amount of my time by your side. As your doctor, of course. 

Also I don’t want you to think that any of the tests would be painful, not at all! You’ll be more of a little lab mouse, and we aim not to hurt those little darlings. You’re more delicate, with those big eyes that look so innocently at me even as we both know that your innocence has been long since tarnished. As if you’re trying to make it up to me. As if saying “See, Doctor Harper? Right here for you to dirty up yourself.” Darling thing. You’re a very special patient to me and you use that, don’t you? Trusting me with your vulnerable body and leaning into my touch as I examine you. Sometimes I like to think that you’re just pretending to be asleep, and you’re encouraging me with those spread legs. Allows me to flip up that skirt or tug down those trousers to look at that cute lump in those panties. 

You’re such a rare specimen, how could I ever resist? Not when that cock is so happy to see me. You’re always so stiff the moment I play with it, as if you’re encouraging me. See, Doctor Harper, see? That cunt of yours welcomes me in, the second I start touching it, spreading those lips to admire how you glisten. Always so wet and excited, pussy greedy for anything I can give it over and over and over again. 

Best of all, you’re so relaxed when you leave. You can’t tell at all, can you? The way you’re less stiff, your gait carefree. I know for a fact you left with a smile after I played with your tits. 

You turn me into who I was a long time ago. You always do. No matter where I meet you, just a glimpse of your skin, your lips, your throat, and I’m not better than who I was. It almost makes me wish I was your schoolmate, fingering your helpless pussy in Science. Or better, I ask to take up shifts for the nurse at school and you can spend all your free time in my office, letting me play with your cock as you lay there, begging me to ease your stress. 

The moment you step into the asylum, I don’t think my composure will hold out. You’re my little mouse, scurrying through my halls, my office, my rooms. How would I ever resist you then? I should just strip you bare, but I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, little cock flaccid between your thighs and nipples hard from the cold air. People can see you when you’re aroused, begging for something to fill you up, but not while you’re vulnerable. All exposed. That’s for me only.  If you want I can stay overnight. I don’t usually but I can only think about seeing how much I can ruin you with the few hours I have. Fill you with cum and jerk that limp cock, barely able to cum anymore. I want you crying for me, from overstimulation and love, my mouse unable to take anymore but I’ll make you. I want you wearing my underwear in our therapy sessions, I want you to want me so much you can’t even wait a full hour before climbing into my lap and kissing me. 

We’re going to need practice. It is humiliating but I want to tell you. The few kisses we’ve shared, I could barely contain myself. Your lips are so soft and it makes me nearly cum each time. Just once I pressed my cockhead against your lips and just watched my precum smear over them, how it slowly dribbled into your mouth, and the way my cum painted your face after just a few strokes? I thought it would calm me, but it just made me hungrier. A taste. 

I can’t do this anymore. I will remain my professional self, I will. Just let me fuck you on my fingers and then my cock. Let me keep you, little mouse. 

Which comes back around to our meeting later. 

We’re going to do a urine test that I wish to personally oversee, just in case you haven’t eaten anything that could interfere with the medication we wish to put you on. There will also be a physical test, also done by me. I can’t wait to see you bare again. Just to make sure you’re physically healthy for our planned regime. 

So, see you tomorrow and maybe pack a bag. 

Remember, if you lose your way, I can send someone to help you make your way over. 

Signed

Harper

Doctor Harper 

Kofi

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