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yorshie · 6 months

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Burnt Out

Bayverse Leo x Fem reader - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 AFTERWARDS

summary: SFW, After confessing your feelings for the Leader in Blue, he makes a decision that challenges your relationship with all four turtles. (warnings for relationship based arguments, yelling, and an altercation with some drunken men) set in 2023 so turtles are 24-25

This is the Final Part guys! Thank you for reading!

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Raph waited until you were on the rooftops before he turned his head slowly, peering down at where you were curled up in one arm like a football.

“You wanna tell me why you decided to pick a fight with Fearless?” He sounded amused, and for a moment you could almost imagine it was commonplace, you and Leo butting heads, as if it wasn’t words you often found yourself posing towards the turtle whose arms you were in.

You bonked your head back against his shoulder, huffing out a near silent plea for him to drop it. When Raph did little beyond raising an eye ridge in question however, you groaned.

“I wasn’t the one picking a fight.” You insisted mulishly, and he outright laughed, the bark of a noise loud in the cold night air.

“Oh, princess, I may not have seen the beginning, but I know who started that fight, and it wasn’t Leo.” He hopped over the edge of one roof to land easily on another, and your stomach swooped at the rush of air before jarring back to solid ground.

The use of his nickname had you puttering out a sigh between your lips, hanging a leg over his arm to kick lazily as he walked.

“Ok.” You admitted, finally, quietly. “Maybe I did pick the fight, but he deserved it.”

“I’m sure he did.” Raph huffed, hand tightening for half a beat as he vaulted across another opening. “But you still haven’t told me why you picked it?”

You threw up your hands, waiting for the anger to bubble up in your chest. When it only gave a weak pop, however, your hands clenched, and they slowly dropped down into your lap. You traced the edge of your finger over the opposite’s knuckle, debating.

“He was-” you looked up again, to find Raph listening still, and blew out a breath, “He was doing that thing where he talks at you, not to you.”

Raph hummed, and you continued, “But mostly, it was because he started acting all… normal again.”

“Thought normal was a good thing?” Raph questioned, and you frowned, face scrunching up in mild offense.

You couldn’t exactly tell your best friend that his brother’s normal for you was borderline soft.

Raph must have seen the face, however, because he snorted in amusement. “Don’t give me that look. You’re the one that went and fell for Honor Boy. It ain’t like he hides what he is.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed he was right and smug about it, knocking your temple into the edge of his plastron. “Thanks Red. Good talk.”

You felt the silent chuckle that rolled through him, and frowned, wondering…

“Hey Raph?” When he grunted for you to continue, you took a deep breath. “Why are you fighting with Leo?”

Raph was silent, and for a long moment you thought he wouldn’t answer. Then, almost like he didn’t want to, he said, “Cuz he’s a fucking idiot, and he’s ruinin’ shit for the rest of us.”

You blinked in shock at the guttural anger in his tone, face stretching to take the information in, and said without thinking, “like ‘he doesn’t know how lucky he is’ sort of ‘ruining shit’?”

Raph pulled to a stop hard enough that you were wrenched forward, other leg slipping over his arm before he flexed and your forward motion halted.

He was glaring at you now, and you had the decency to let your gaze slide away from his, arms straining to right yourself somewhat.

“Trying out your own version of being a ninja, huh?” He quipped, anger flattening his tone, and you hiked your shoulders in a little circular motion, hands gripping the edges of your coat together.

“Sorry.” You finally whispered. “I didn’t go out of my way, but yea… I eavesdropped. A bit.”

“A bit.” He repeated, shaking his head hard, mask tails fluttering. He resumed walking, letting you both sulk in silence until he was hopping up onto the patio outside your living room window, all but dropping you out of his hold before he sighed roughly.

“Listen.”

You looked up at him, feeling small in his shadow as he blocked out the light. He rolled his jaw, clenching one side then the other, before the tension traveled downwards to his arms and they tightened into fists, the leather of his gloves creaking.

“I ain’t… told anyone. This.” Raph continued, head dipping to look to the side, and your brows raised in curiosity, all but biting your tongue to stay silent as he talked.

“Fearless ain’t… he’s not the only one…” Raph met your eyes, looking like he would rather take a leap off the side of the building than admit what he was about to.

You nodded, for him to continue, and he took a deep breath.

“I got… someone. A girl,” he looked down at his hands, at the fists he’d unconsciously formed, and flexed his fingers to shake out the gesture, “I’ve been going to see her once n’ a while after patrols.”

You let out the breath you’d been holding, all at once relieved and angry that he’d been keeping that a secret.

Raph openly scoffed at whatever chased across your face. “Oh, that’s rich. Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but this ain’t some sorta love triangle. You’re cute, but you ain’t that cute.”

“And you’re my brother.” You answered him, effectively shutting him up with the claim, watching him blink in surprise before a blush turned his cheeks muddled in the moonlight. “But damn, Raph. You got a girl?” You gave him a smile. “What’s she like?”

It was like a switch had flipped and he turned bashful, that little soft smile that you only got to see when he had lowered his guard shifting through. “Ah… she’s…” He paused, and that smile dimmed a little, turned melancholy. “She’s perfect.”

You gave him a moment, silently tucking away a reminder to tease him about how twitterpaited he looked later, before you purposefully clicked a button on your coat, and his gaze pulled up towards you again. “S’why… I’ve been so fed up with Leo.”

“Cuz you got a perfect girl?” You didn’t see the connection. You leaned back against your window, made yourself comfortable as Raph scoffed hard at your question.

“Cuz he’s the leader.” Raph lingered on that last word, lips curling back until you could just make out the shine of his canine. “He’s the one that’s suppose to have his shit together, and he can’t even get with the girl that’s all but throwing herself at him-” He paused, considering your defensive posture at his inadvertent rib. “No offense, shorty.”

“A lot taken.” You grumbled, but moved to sit on the little step in front of your window, sensing he was on a roll. “But continue.”

But Raph was silent for another long beat, eyeing the side of the building where the worn brick butted up against the facade. “How can I bring a girl around?” He asked the wall, the railing, the pitiful potted plant you’d accidentally left out during a cold night, before his eyes found the curl of your arms over your knees, and he gestured to himself, his knuckles nicking his plastron dully, “if not even Leo thinks he can?”

You swallowed your words at that, conceding his point, before you reached out, touched his arm in consolation with the tips of your cold fingers. “Hey.”

He looked up at you, head tilted to the side, and you gave him a smile. “Get outta here. Go see your girl. Tell her I said hi, and that I can’t wait to meet her.”

Raph huffed, burying his softness. The smirk on his face was back to his sharp as knives glint of teeth. “You gonna be ok?”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll just pine away without you to keep me company.” He looked a little unsure at that, but you rolled your eyes, pushed as hard as you could against the swell of his bicep. “Go, shell brain. I wanna go to bed sometime tonight.”

Raph finally returned your humor, standing to his full height and returning your shove, albeit a bit softer. “Sure thing, princess. Just-” he blinked down at you, considering. “Text me, or call, I don’t care which, but ya been through a lot tonight.”

“I’ll call you if I have a panic attack.” You promised, knowing just how serious he took that matter. “I promise.”

“Good.” Raph bobbed his head towards you, turning for the railing. “In that case, try not to let ole’ Fearless get your panties in a twist, kay?”

“I wish.” You quipped, just to make his grip slip on the railing, and you got to see his face screw up in disgust right before he went over the edge.

You leaned over the railing, chuckling at the way he extended his second finger towards you before he flipped over the other side of the building, and disappeared.

Off to see his girl. The thought of Raph being sugar sweet to a human seemed a little unbelievable, but you silently hoped for him. For them.

You sighed, loudly, letting your forehead thud against the railing. Mentally cataloging your next steps. Eat, shower, try to get some sleep. Hope you didn’t have a nightmare and you’d be able to let Raph have his own precious down time.

It would be a losing battle, but you finally pushed off the railing, heading for the warmth inside your living room.

You lingered in the shower, counting tiles on the back wall until your shoulders felt loose and your toes and fingers tingled with the steamed warmth. You didn’t quite dry off completely before putting on the soft jersey cotton set you’d left out on the sink, the slightly too big clothes a double barrier against the chill and the quiet way your living area echoed back your movements.

With a rough sigh, you turned off the overhead lights, walking slowly through the room to your bedroom through memory and the faint light of the lamp beside your bed.

Your feet slowed next to the window where you had said goodbye to Raph not even an hour earlier, stopping just shy of your faint shadow crossing the curtains. Something itched at the back of your mind, a little insistence that had you reaching out and tugging the fabric back with a sharp movement.

Sixth sense stuck gold once more. Leo crouched on the other side, eyes wide as he flicked a glance from the street below to meet your careful gaze.

Your lips thinned, gripping the fabric hard, almost tempted to simply let the curtain fall back into place and continue on as if you’d never seen him. But he looked so surprised at being caught, all but drinking you in in a sweep that warmed the part of you that always liked when his attention turned your way.

He moved before you could contemplate the action fully however, arms bunching as he jerked the window open in a swift roll of muscle that made you wonder why you even bothered locking the thing in the first place.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, quietly surprised that the question came out soft and not sharp like the words you threw at him earlier. You’d missed this, finding Leo at your window, and you blamed that for the reason you took a step back to allow him room to move, to lean his upper body into the warmth of your home.

His shoulders rested against either side of the window’s wooden frame, his head angled downwards to where his hands were curled over the ledge. “I wanted to speak with you.” Blue eyes flicked upwards, towards you. “Properly. Like I should have… the first time.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you only gestured towards your darkened living room. As he shifted through your window carefully, you moved to turn the smaller lights in the kitchen area on, not wanting the harsh overhead light to strip whatever softness there was away, not wanting to be reminded of what the last time he wanted to talk was like.

Leo swayed at the edge of the warm light, blinking softly, eyes trailing around as if taking in the differences since the last time he had visited.

There wasn’t any, not that you could see. But Leo still paused over little things, curious, or stalling, and you decided to let him have his thoughts, let him organize them to his liking. It was… difficult, him being back in your space, but you missed him, the instinctual anger you’d worn like armor earlier all but washed away in your long shower.

You crossed your arms across your stomach, leaning backwards against the kitchen counter, and the movement drew his attention, snout swinging around to regard you.

“I followed you and Raph.” He started, and you simply hummed, a little part of you knowing he would, if his talk with Splinter was short enough. He took a deep breath, his plastron swelling, and continued on the exhale. “And though I had planned to come to you as soon as he left, he wasn’t heading home. So I followed him.”

Your tongue clicked in your suddenly dry mouth, eyes roving over him once more, looking for blood or the obvious signs of a fight. Raph wouldn’t have taken kindly to his brother shadowing him if he managed to catch him in the act, and while Leo was the best at moving unseen, you couldn’t help but think about their earlier fighting, and the bombshell secret Raph was keeping.

If he noticed, Leo didn’t mention it directly. “He didn’t see me.” He took a step towards you, hands curling around the back of one of the barstools circling the kitchen island, eyes firmly on the dark metal under his grip. “I… didn’t expect what I saw, but I’m also not really surprised.”

You wanted to ask what he saw, but didn’t want to admit you knew anything about his brother he didn’t. Leo glanced up, and your gaze skittered away, fixated on the back of your couch to hide the way you were watching his hands.

“She seemed nice.” He whispered, and you realized he assumed Raph had told you, or had been close enough to listen to the two of you talk on your balcony. “Raph looked… happy.” He swallowed audibly, and the sound brought your eyes back to him, to the edge of his chest where you dimly realized he had removed the camera that usually clipped over his harness.

“But… that’s not what I came here to talk about.”

“What did you come here to talk about?” You parroted back to him, finally lifting your head, the tightness in your throat drowning out everything except for the space he occupied. “You were outside my window long enough to figure out your speech, I bet.”

You used to tease him about the way he took his time, parsed over his words. But that was before, and though your voice was still soft, even you heard the barbed comment for what it was.

Leo stuttered, licked his lip, and you watched his throat bob, the shadow of his jaw stark in the light behind you. “Actually… I’m winging it. Nothing… nothing sounded right.”

That was new, and you must have stuttered as well, because he gripped the barstool’s back until the metal creaked, and he hurriedly let go like it burned him. “Sorry.”

That word, in his low voice, hitched your breath, and he must have heard, because his eyes were on you once more, wide and blue and soft. “I am. I’m so sorry. If I could go back in time and kick the shell out of myself, I would.”

You looked upwards, towards the popcorn ceiling, blinking fast to keep the sudden itch in the corners of your eyes back. “Leo.” You swallowed, unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth. “Why… why now?”

You didn’t look, but you could hear the self deprecating huff he gave at the question. “I thought… it was better-” you felt a tear track down the side of your face, but couldn’t look, “-thought, it didn’t matter what I wanted. That I had no right to… to want you to be mine.” The last word came out so quietly you almost didn’t hear it, just the soft thunk thunk of Leo bunting his palm over the metal repeatedly before he continued. “I mean, the danger it’d put you-” He broke off, and another tear slid down the same cheek when you blinked.

“I… told you that last time.” You weren’t sure if he was reminding you, or himself, but he shifted in place, and you realized you had no idea what his face looked like, staring at the way the shadows chased themselves across the ceiling of your home. “I told you a lot of things last time we talked. If I could take them back, I would.”

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at.” You whispered, and he made some low sound of frustration, at himself or at you, you weren’t sure, but you didn’t have the energy to be offended.

“I’m asking for your forgiveness.” He stated plainly, somehow sure with that sentence where he’d been visibly feeling out the others. “Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I’m just tired of feeling like… like I ripped out a hole in my chest.”

It felt like he was ripping into your chest. You breathed in carefully to keep back the sniffle, feeling the ache grow under your sternum. You wondered where your anger had gone, were it was hiding inside your stomach, but the only thing to well up was a bone deep tiredness. Leo was asking-

Leo’s hands were cool, cupped around your upper arms, his elbows locked as he held himself at a polite distance. You hadn’t heard him move, and the sudden touch was a little jarring, but you kept your head tipped up, eyes sealing shut when you felt his breath on your chin.

“I’m sorry.” You found the words. “I’m sorry for picking a fight earlier. For pushing you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” Leo answered, palms sliding back and forth between your elbows and your shoulders when you didn’t push him away. “I’m sorry for running away.”

It felt… good. His touch. It’d been so long since he’d gotten this close, between ignoring you or you refusing him the chance. But still, a little hollow of disquiet gnawed at your ribs, chipping at the bone. “What are you asking for, Leo?”

“Whatever you’ll give me.” He leaned back minutely and reached up slowly, wiped away the salty track running across your cheek. “Whatever you want. If it’s only your friendship, I’ll count myself lucky, but…”

You didn’t move out of his grip, and he stalled there, thumb pressing against your cheekbone as he thought.

You finally opened your eyes, fresh tears trailing out, and found him closer than you expected. His iris’s reflected back the little chips of light from behind your shoulders, the blue darker with emotion. This close, you could see the thoughts flickering in his eyes, follow his pupil as he tracked each one in consideration.

“If you wanted more,” he breathed out, and you felt the warmth of his breath against your eyelids. “I’d take it with both hands and run.”

That pulled a snort of laughter from you, a bubble of amusement. “Only you could make running sound romantic, Leo.”

He gave that low chuckle you loved, eyes cutting down to where you still hadn’t moved his grip off your arm, and you felt more than saw the steadying breath he took at the edge of your space. “I don’t want to be afraid, anymore.” His hand moved, curled around your arm, thumb pressing into skin until he could feel the way your muscles twitched at his touch. “I don’t want to push you away.”

His words burned themselves across the back of your eyelids, and your breath hitched. Fearless, afraid. It was a foreign concept, fear and Leonardo existing in the same place. But you could feel the slight tremor in his hands, the way his careful breaths fell sharp and quiet over your shoulder. He was holding himself tightly, nervous energy bleeding out into his limbs the longer you stayed silent, unmoving, undecided.

You bridged the gap he kept between you slowly, hands curling around the edge of his plastron under his arms, shivering as his hand at your arm curled heavily around to press against your spine, his fingers pressing firm. Your head tucked into the hollow of his throat, eyes shut, feeling his pulse jump at the way your lashes tickled his skin. “You’ll have to carry me with you, Blue. I can’t run fast as you.” You whispered, and his chest rumbled under your own, beak curving over your head to hold you close.

“No more…” You trailed off, ran your fingers up his side a little higher to get a better grip. “No more deciding things about us, by yourself though, kay?”

“Us.” His tongue clicked heavily on the word, and you let him settle, let him get used to the way the word was no doubt bouncing around his skull. “There’s- sometimes-”

“If you said to duck, I would without thought.” You assured him, knowing immediately where his plan for every outcome mind was going. “I mean non-ninja things, Leo.”

He nodded against your head, the back and forth motion soothing, and you let yourself settle finally, slotting completely against him.

It was his turn for his breath to catch. “I’m not….” You felt his tongue peek out, the slight dampness touching your temple before he spoke. “I’m not human.”

You snorted into his neck. “You know…. Somehow I noticed.”

Leo pulled you impossibly closer, the deep breath against your hair reading slight annoyance at your joke. “I mean… I have a pretty good idea, of how humans go about relationships, but…”

“Blue.” You whispered. He cut off abruptly, and you realized your lips had grazed his skin. “I don’t care what other relationships have, or don’t have. We’ll figure it out, together.”

The arm not curving along your spine cupped the back of your head, moving through the strands of your hair. “You forgive me?”

“Yes.” You breathed, fondness rearing up at his stubborn streak, and you turned your head the little bit needed to free your mouth. “So long as you give me a good first kiss.”

He breathed out a little heavier at your words. “Not… sure I’ll be good at that, to be honest.” His fingers found a cord of tight muscle to the side of your spine, pressed firm against the knot and slid back up. “Not really a lot of practice partners in the sewers.”

The corner of his lip was right there, and you took a chance, rose up on tip toes to press your mouth against his own.

His reaction was slow blooming, face slack long enough for you to pull back and start to drop back to your feet. His arm tightened across your back instantaneously to hold you in place, his head canting to follow you with a nudge that was almost to strong, and you made some small sound at the way his snout smooshed your nose before his mouth covered your own.

His chest rumbled under you, the warmth and vibration a little heady with how tightly Leo had you pressed against him. It went no further than a strong press of lips, your bottom one pushed into your teeth with how far he was tipping your head back, but it caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

He pulled back whiplash fast, mouth opening to gasp like a fish, and you couldn’t help it, you laughed at the look of confusion on his face, as if his body had done something without his permission.

“That wasn’t… a good first kiss, was it?” His voice said he already knew the answer, but you raised your hands, untangled them from where he’d pinned them under his limbs, and cupped the sides of his jaw.

“Weeeeelllll…” You drew out the word before biting your lip, just to make him roll his eyes, but then you gave him a soft smile, thumbs petting across the bottom edge of his mask. “They say practice makes perfect, and lucky for you, you just found a partner to practice with.”

Leo squeezed you, just tight enough to make you squeal, before he bunted his head against your own, this time softly enough that you didn’t wince.

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seenoversundown · 3 months

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Siren

Jake x Fem OC (AU)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (Minors DNI) Soft Dom (M) edging, teasing (flirting way not bullying) Hand kink, Oral (M receiving) , Penetrative sex, Cursing, Fingering (F receiving), Cute fluff and silly jokes at odd times.

Word Count: 4.2k

Author’s Note: I love these two so much 😭 Once I had the thought for them, I had to write it 🩷

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Siren (noun) 1. any of a group of female and partly human creatures in Greek mythology that lured mariners to destruction by their singing

Charlotte POV

Opening the doors to the bar, I take a quick scan to see who else is working. Seeing that my favorite spot at the bar was open, I swiftly made my way over to claim it as mine once again. Where is he? Nobody is behind the bar at the moment, but I can hear movement out back.

“Helloooo, my dear!” Josh’s voice rings down the hall.

“Oh, hi Josh, how are you?”

“Great now that you’re here,” he starts, which seems charming to most. Still, I know what that means, “I should be off momentarily. Well, as soon as my wonderful brother finally shows up,” he says with a complacent smile plastered on his face.

“What are you and Quinn doing for the evening?” I ask.

“I let Quinn decide because I got my gift this morning,” he tells me, followed by a wink.

Oh my god, Joshua, what the hell.

I slowly blink at him before I respond, “That’s great, Josh. I’m so happy for you.” If I didn’t have my makeup done right now, I would be rubbing my eyes until I saw stars. I never needed that image in my head.

The door chimes ring, causing us both to look over. Mmm, there he is. Jacob saunters over to me; his eyes always seem to find me when he enters a room. In his usual button-up, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, only the bottom half of the buttons were actually done. I love the way he’s so comfortable having his chest exposed, and maybe it’s selfish because I daydream about curling up with him every night.

“Hi,” his tiny, raspy voice mumbles. His hand gently cups my jaw as he places a sweet kiss on my lips, followed by a few little pecks.

“Hi,” I manage to squeeze out in between kisses, “I missed you,” I can feel his smile through the kiss. I’ll never get over that, before pulling back and running his hand down the back of my head.

“I always miss you, honey,” he says, rounding the corner behind the bar. “Did you not order anything yet?”

I simply shake my head ‘No.’

“I was waiting for you to make it.” Resting my chin into my hand, I watch his eyes light up. His hand gesturing for me to wait a minute, he quickly puts a drink together for me.

“A Boulevardier for you, m’lady,” the English accent he loves coming through.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask, my eyebrow-raising out of skepticism.

He shrugs as he backs away to take care of other customers who just sat down. Knowing him, he probably feels terrible that he has to work today. I can’t really say much, I have been working all week, and this is quite honestly the earliest I’ve been off.

I will gladly sit here all night, though. I may have a little surprise of my own... Even though Valentine’s Day is overrated? Hush, I know it’s silly, but a girl can have fun sometimes, okay? Ever since I met Jacob, he’s been an easy target. That sounds mean.. I just mean he’s still a man. Sometimes, I take advantage of that, and honestly, it benefits us both.

Watching him work is practically a hobby of mine at this point, anyway. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it, his hands, his hands, his hands. The way he has gotten so confident in making drinks and talking to customers, it’s been like night and day since I first came in. He can quickly pour drinks without having to measure, and seeing him shaking drinks is… I’m better than no woman, alright? He’s so fine, and watching his arm muscles flex. GOD. This may be a more potent drink than usual.

“I’m sorry, this is how we have to spend Valentine’s together,” he finally admits. And the truth comes out, about time, Jacob.

“No, it’s okay, really.”

“No, no, I’ll make it up to you,” he says softly, reaching over to grab one of my hands, “I promise,” finishing with a little wink as he runs his thumb over the back of my hand. He promises?

“And how are you going to do that?” I can’t help but ask. I have been spending too much time around Josh, and now, I’m way too nosy for my own good.

“I have some ideas,” he says quietly, “I think you’ll enjoy them.”

“I guess we’ll see,” I tell him, the smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. How is he real?

“Did you make my drink stronger tonight, or is it just made with extra love?” I ask, knowing it’s a bit cheesy, but Jacob is a sucker for romantic things.

“You think I’m just trying to get you drunk?” He cocks an eyebrow, “Because you may be onto my plan.” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I can’t stop the giggle from escaping.

“Jacob!”

He leans over the bar slightly, gesturing for me to come closer. I stand on the little footrest bar of the barstool, leaning over the bar to meet him in the middle.

“Can’t wait to hear you yelling that later,” he whispers quickly before turning to press a kiss on my cheek. JACOB– Two can play this game.

My jaw going slack; I don’t even know what to say to him. My lack of response to him elicits the most beautiful smile from him. Nothing makes my heart swell more than seeing that boy smile. I watch as he turns, hearing his name called from the other end of the bar. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The bar gets more crowded now that the night has gone on; every seat at the bar is filled. I’ve had the pleasure of not having to ask for refills but receiving them, along with a few saucy glances from the most delicious bartender I’ve met.

I tap on my phone to scroll through any notifications when the idea hits me. I click on my messages, seeing his cute little face pinned to the top.

Me: Maybe I am sad that we’re here on Valentine's Day.. 🥺

I hit send and then wait for him to look at his phone. Please, please, please. He slides it out of his back pocket and unlocks it. Glancing over to me, giving me a little frown before quickly typing away.

Jacob ❤️: i’m sorry honey, just a little longer then I’m all yours.

‘I’m all yours’ making my heart flutter. Jacob is the most wonderful person I’ve ever encountered, and somehow, he’s mine.

I need to pee. I wave him down and point to the bathrooms, knowing he’ll ensure nobody takes my seat. I scroll through my emails as I walk down the hall into the bathroom, managing to catch one of them as someone is coming out. I glance at myself in the mirror as I walk in, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. Mmmm yes.

I look in the mirror, fix my hair, and check to make sure my lipstick isn’t all over the place. I open the camera on my phone, facing the mirror, and pull up one side of my sweater dress. Revealing the black lace garter snug against my thigh, knowing it would drive him crazy. Taking the picture, a slight pout on my face; he best think I’m hot. Tugging my dress back down into place and locking my phone, I head back to the bar.

Sliding into my seat, he’s already clocked me being back. It’s cute how fast he’ll catch me. Noticing that my drink is full and fresh, I go to take a sip of it, but as I lift the glass, I see there’s writing on the napkin.

‘You look beautiful, I can’t wait to get you home’ is scribbled across the top. I feel the heat rush into my cheeks about as quickly as my thighs tighten while I read it. 11:15 p.m. stares back at me, thank god the bar is closing early tonight I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I click on his messages again, choosing the picture I just took and hitting send.

This is my favorite part. I sip on my drink for a few minutes before he finally reaches for his phone. Leaning against the back counter, I see him tap on his messages. Oops, is all that runs through my mind as I watch his entire face turn red. Looking up at the ceiling for a second and then back at his phone, zooming in and pulling his phone closer to his face to see my little present better.

Jacob ❤️: holy shit

Jacob ❤️: FOR ME?

Jacob ❤️: i need to thank everything and anything in the sky for letting you be mine. But really, youre so hot??? I’m so lucky?

I love when he’s flustered. Who am I? I love him always. Flustered is just a cute bonus.

Me: only 30 more minutes baby 🤭

The way he drops his head back when he’s struggling makes me giggle. The next thirty minutes need to fly by, or I think one of us may explode. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The moment the last customer walks out of the bar, Jake is right behind them to lock the doors. Shutting all the lights off in the front in one go before coming over to me.

“You ready to go?” practically falls out of his mouth. I look around, you’re not clocked in right now, and look back at him.

“Don’t you need to clean?”

“It can wait,” he says, pulling me closer to him, “You’re more important.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I press my body against his.

“Baaaaby,” I coo into the crook of his neck. Feeling his hands run down my back and landing on my waist, he gently squeezes. He lets out a small ‘mmm’ that radiates through his chest.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I grab my bag from the barstool, and Jacob already has my hand in his, pulling me down the hall.

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Walking into the apartment, it’s dark, and no signs of life.

“Josh?” Jake says, flipping on the lights in the kitchen, “Bub, are you home?” He walks over, gently cracking Josh’s bedroom door to see that it’s empty. Thank god.

“He must be at Quinn’s,” I whisper, “He said something about he let them choose tonight’s activities because he already got his gift.”

I giggle as Jake shudders, “Hun, you don’t have to tell me everything he says to you.”

“I had to hear it, so you also have to,” I giggle as he comes closer. “Plus, he’s YOUR brother, so.. it’s only fair.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” he says, glancing down at my lips before making eye contact, “but only because I’m very interested in this surprise you have for me.”

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him close, I take a second to admire him. I lean in, placing the tiniest kiss on the tip of his nose. Then, moving down to kiss the corners of his lips, oh, his lips. Seeing the little smirk creep up as I linger over his mouth, I love to tease him and see how long I can stay just a whisper above before he breaks. Tonight didn’t take long before he leaned into the kiss, feeling his soft lips press against my bottom one. Sliding my hands up, holding the nape of his neck as he gently nips at me.

His hands glide from my waist down to my thighs, grabbing behind my knees to pick me up. Instinctively, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Let’s go, Captain,” I whisper into his ear, eliciting the most delicious groan from him. He picked up his pace to the bedroom as I pressed a kiss just under his ear, letting lip prints trail down his neck.

Pushing the door open with his foot, he spins us around so he can sit on the edge of the bed with me on his lap. Sliding my dress up my thighs, revealing that black lace I’ve been taunting him with.

“You really do love me huh?” He says, pulling back to look at me, his teeth on full display. I only reply with a quiet ‘mhm’ as I bring my hands back down to his chest, unable to keep eye contact when his mouth looks like that.

Pushing his chest gently so he’ll lay back on his bed, I hover over him just for a second before he pulls me in for a kiss. This one was more desperate, practically whimpering into my mouth. Fuck me. His hands find the bottom hem of my dress, sliding it up and over my ass, the cool air drawing goosebumps to my skin. He grabs a handful while the other hand slides up to cradle my back.

Swiftly flipping us over, he hovered over me with a devious grin on his face. He props himself up onto a knee, looking down to see the bottom of my lingerie on display.

“Fuck me,” he mutters, sliding my dress higher as I arch my back to help him.

“I’ve been trying,” I quip back, leaning up on my elbows. The look on his face is priceless, his jaw slacked and eyes hooded. I pull my dress over my head carefully and run my hands through my hair quickly.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

YES. I nod rapidly, reaching my hands out for the bottom of his shirt, lifting it just enough that I can barely see the small trail of fine hair. His hands find mine, gently pinning them above me.

“Mm mm,” he murmurs into my ear, sending a chill through my body, “You need to tell me what you want from me, hun.”

What. “I uhh—“ I hesitate, distracted by how I can see down his shirt, watching his stomach muscles tense slightly.

He’s staring at me with that one eyebrow cocked and a little smug smirk, holding both of my hands with one of his.

“Use your words, tell me,” his hand finds a place on the nape of my neck, as his thumb runs across my cheekbone, “I know you’re thinking it; just say it.” His voice switched to a whisper, causing goosebumps to creep in rapidly.

Touch me, please. For the love of GOD, Jacob.

“I need you,” I finally squeak out.

He laughs softly to himself, “Do you want me to..” his voice trailing off as his hand slides down to my chest, gently resting on my sternum. Without having to do anything, I can feel my nipples start to harden; I swear his eyes light up at the sight. Quickly palming one of my breasts, he dances his index finger around me, and I’m already squirming. A small moan slips out, getting his attention.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Please, Jacob,” I softly whine, his hand wandering to my other breast.

The smile on his face is taunting me. He knows exactly where I want him. If he weren’t sitting between my legs, oh god, my legs would be tightly together.

“Touch me,” laced with a moan, falls from my lips, “Please, Jake.”

Letting go of my hands, he finds both of his sliding down my waist and holding onto my thighs, gently squeezing them. Fuck. Slowly moving them up, barely touching the lace fabric, my hips shift, trying to find relief.

“Oh,” he says lowly, “This is what you want?” He ever so lightly drags a single finger down my lace-covered middle; I can’t stop the breathy moan coming from me.

“More baby,” comes out whinier than expected, “please please please more.”

“How could I ever say no to you?” His soft voice, wrapped in the most sultry tone, already has me in a chokehold when he dips his hand under the lace fabric. His fingers quickly find the perfect spot, making small circles on my touch-starved bud. The sounds pouring out of my mouth at this point are absurd.

He slides his other hand up my thigh, his index finger gently dipping into me, not far but enough to elicit a small gasp from me. The way this man can have me drenched at the lightest touch is insane.

I watch as he pulls his hand up, placing that same index finger into his mouth and slowly pulling it back out. FUCK he’s hot.

“My sweet girl,” he says, reaching up to caress my cheek for a moment before he taps my bottom lip, “let me—“ My mouth couldn’t open fast enough, he slides his middle and ring finger in and without hesitation I’m already swirling my tongue around them, hearing him moan quietly at the feeling.

He pulls his hand slowly back but swiftly, finding my entrance and pushing them in.

“Shit,” I mumble.

Finding the right spot, he continues pressing into it, making that knot in my stomach tighter.

“Come on, honey,” his voice makes everything even more overwhelming. “Need to hear how good you feel.”

That pushes me over the edge, my back arching as I’m overcome with pleasure. A slew of ‘oh my god’s and ‘Jacob’ loudly escape my body. He slows down but still applies pressure as I come down.

I reach my arms out to him, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping all my limbs around him. Turning my face into the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses all over him.

“Feel good?” he mumbles into me.

“Mhmm,” I hum against his warm skin, “It’s your turn,” Feeling his chest vibrate with a laugh, I hold him tighter against me.

As he starts to sit up, I let go, missing his warmth already. We switch places; he’s sat up against the headboard. I immediately crawl up in between his legs, wasting no time as I unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it out of the way. Kissing my way down from his jaw to his collarbones, finding that slight dip in the middle of his chest. His hands make their way into my hair, brushing it away from my face as I press my lips into his soft skin just above his hips.

Unbuttoning his pants alone makes him groan; his dick pressed tightly under the waistband, poor thing. Pushing them down with his boxers, my mouth is watering at the sight alone. Lightly tracing my finger up his length before fully wrapping my hand around him, carefully stroking him before wrapping my lips around him, and letting my tongue dance around him. Slowly taking more of him into my mouth, I glance up through my lashes to see his head tilted back against the headboard. Peering down at me, his mouth is barely open, but enough that his moans ring through my ears. I move up slowly and back down, going further so he’ll keep making those beautiful noises. As my nose just touches his stomach, I moan a little, causing his hands to tighten their grip on my hair.

I come up, still working him with my hand as I line myself up with him. He slides the lace over as I lower myself onto him, his hands finding their place on my hips as I adjust to the feeling.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles out, clearly focusing hard as his eyes shut softly. I roll my hips forward as he hits that spot again; oh god. Lifting my hips and dropping back down carefully, everything feels good.

“Oh,” I let out, as he starts thrusting his hips up into me, slowly at first but building up speed.

“Oh my god, baby,” I can’t hold back the moans anymore as he’s hitting the right spots, “Holy shit.”

“Stand up for me,” he says as he slows his hips down.

My legs shake as I lift myself off of him, stepping off the bed as he quickly follows behind. His hands snake around me, pressing his chest against my back, peppering kisses down my neck onto my shoulder.

“I’ve been thinking about bending you over all night,” he tells me softly, “can you do that for me, beautiful?” I don’t answer him, turning and pressing a kiss against his cheekbone and then leaning down and stretching my arms out.

His hands graze my ass as he steps closer; I can’t help but wiggle myself against him, teasing him until his palm swats at me with a small clap.

“Mmm, have I been bad, Captain?” I turn my head to see him from the corner of my eye, trying not to giggle at how ridiculous that sounds.

His head falls backward as he lets out a belly laugh. He leans over me and presses a kiss in between my shoulder blades.

“Soooo bad,” he says with a wink.

He lines himself up with me, gently pushing himself in, and god is it good. Feeling his hipbones pressed against me before he starts pumping himself into me. This angle is probably my favorite, feeling so full from him and it’s hitting all the right places.

“Harder, baby,” comes out a bit louder than before, with a loud moan right behind it. His hand sneaks around me, going back to its rightful place in between my legs and adding some friction to my throbbing clit. The sensation of his hand mixed with the feeling of him behind me. I swear I’m in heaven.

“Don’t hold back, honey,” he tells me. “Told you I wanted to hear you scream my name tonight, let it out.”

‘Oh my god,’ slips out as the tension builds again. I’m so close.

“Need to feel you come for me.”

His voice, mixed with his hand and his hips digging into my ass, sent me over the edge. I can’t refrain from the loud ‘Jacob’ that comes out of me as my orgasm tingles through my body. His hips slow a bit as he rubs my sides, waiting for me to come back to earth.

“God, you’re so hot,” he whispers, making us both giggle for a second. “This isn't gonna last much longer, hun.”

I reach back and tap his leg so he’ll step back, pulling out slowly. I push myself up from the bed, turning to face him and sinking to my knees. Wrapping my hand around him and pumping a few times before I lick a stripe up the length of him. Letting him slide into my mouth, I tap on his hip twice, and he starts to thrust gently. He carefully gathers all my hair, wrapping his around his hand and holding the back of my head.

“I’m gonna-” he starts, and before he can finish, I bob my head so he goes deeper. The delicious moan he lets out fills my ears before I feel his release. His head falls back as he rides out his high. I swallow as he pulls back, letting my hands glide up his stomach, enjoying the bliss on his face before he opens his eyes.

His hands grab mine and pull me up to my feet. Quickly grabbing the sides of my face, giving my lips a quick glance before smiling into me. His soft lips pressed into mine, taking turns trying not to smile, giggling at each other as he peppered my face with tiny pecks.

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My legs are tired as I walk into the living room and find Jacob sitting on the couch watching whatever Hallmark movie is on the TV. I shouldn’t be drooling over him already, but when he’s just there with no shirt and in his sweatpants, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe he’s MINE.

“Hi there,” he says, reaching out for me. “Feel better?” As I’m crawling into his lap.

“Much better. The shower was needed after all of that.”

Wrapping his arms around me as I curl up like a kitten on top of him, this is my favorite place to be. I tuck my face into his neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin. Quietly toying with his necklace, fixing the chain so the clasp is in the right spot. We sit in the quiet, the background noise of the cheesy romance on the TV keeping it from being silent.

“Are you hungry?” he whispers.

“I’m starving, actually,” I giggle back.

“Thank god,” the relief evident in his tone, “I’ll make us something quickly.”

“Jacob,” I glance at the clock, “It’s almost 2 a.m.”

“Already back to my full name?” he asks, raising his eyebrow. My mouth falls open; I tend to full-name him, but honestly, I just love it.

“You know what,” I start, holding eye contact with him, “Carry on. Thank you, baby.” There’s that smile.

“I could just call you Captain,” I tease, giggling as he turns around.

Pointing at me with a wooden spoon, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish, hun.”

Standing up from the couch, I make my way over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning my face against his back as he cooks. Fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants until he grabs my hand.

“Alright now,” he mumbles, “what did I just tell you?” his laugh vibrates through his body.

“And who said I can’t finish it?”

He turns around promptly, that devilish smirk creeping back onto his face, “care to try your luck?”

“Whenever you want, Captain.”

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S E 7 E N : L E V I A T H A N P A R T 1 N E

Finally here! This is a very interesting chapter, I love it! 😁

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), reptilian features during oral sex, intimidation, use of force, mentions of torture, death, rape, and cannibalism, murder, insulting religion, characters going against God…I think that’s it. Submitted on my phone so it's not eally proofread...again...sorry.

The next morning you woke in your bed alone, despite falling asleep with Sunoo as he caressed and hugged your body from behind…

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‘Push yourself against me…just like that.’

His arm remained firmly wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in, your back plastered against his chest as he showered the slight bit of flex veins at the stretch of your neck with kisses, a series of licks, and nibbles.

‘Feel good darling?’

You barely could respond or form any words as your moans came out with a burning rage that equaled to his passion. Despite him keeping his trousers on, his chest bare, he had you stripped of your clothing, in which he has you remove each article through a striptease he walked you through.

‘Heeseung has longed to see your body move in various ways. He’s dreamed of seeing you in nothing but the flesh you were born with, and the best way to expose that to him…is with sensuality.’ Sunoo remarked as he rocked your hips, intimately observing as you stripped your cut up tank top, and bra.

‘That’s it, move that way. He’lol love that. With you, he’ll love anything and everything.’

He continues to guide you as he sucked on the plump pink nipples that decorated your mounds.

Stripping off the remainder of your clothing and undergarments, he continued to dry fuck you in various positions on the bed, ever so attentive in complimenting your reactions and responses as he would bend you over, grab you firmly, and hit you in the back with his clothed groin.

‘Uuuuuuugh….!!’

‘Good girl…you sound heavenly, yet your body moves so dirty. You’re so perfect for him, you don’t even know half of it.’

He sucked on the back of your shoulder blades, leaving marks on the fields of skin on your body.

‘So perfect….and it’s all you’re doing…your fault for being the way you are. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your skin, your body, and voice. You truly are just like him, Gods favorite.’

With your body jolting upwards as you were for fully retracted back in repeated motion, you succumbed to the erotic sensation of orgasm time after time, again and again all throughout the night.

‘Now remember darling, I’m not penetrating you, but when he takes you, that’s going to be a different story. You’ll need to learn to build stamina…he may not be so gentle…he’s been waiting…yearning for you. Expect to be fucked for days on end.’

You heard him, but his words were barely processing as you were distracted by the intense feeling as Sunoo flips you, lays atop of you and continues to pelt you at an incredible momentum. You never knew that a feeling so pleasurable could exist without being penetrated, yet Sunoo made you into a believer that very night.

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Seeing the slight indent of the bedspread from where he laid, you buried your face into the pillow his head rested on. It smelled like him…like Jungwon…Jay….and Helel. The brothers scent, lingered on the pillow case as you take in a deep inhale. It smelled of something unique, foreign and yet familiar at the same time.

There was a hint of a scented incense within it, a smoky chalk of burning wood, yet a coolness of eucalyptus could be detected, along with a slight bit of sweet musk, velvet orchid, vanilla, and rose.

If every man had smelled like this, you would have fallen in love nearly every day just from the scent alone. It brought you comfort and a sense of passion as each inhale travels to your core and reignites the flamed tingle that made you rave in the motions of euphoria.

‘I’m losing myself…I can’t control it. Is it because I can’t escape from him? I feel that ever since I met him…it’s almost as if…he would have taken me away, even if I hadn’t agreed to the deal…something deep within is telling me…’

You paused your thoughts as you mentally note that today marks the fourth day…you were down to 96 hours until you were to be welcomed in the arms of death, whether it was through Helel or the angels, you were going to be gone and no longer a part of the world.

‘How will it go down? I don’t know why I question the sincerity of his intentions…perhaps it’s because I don’t know him…yet I know so much ‘about’ him through his brothers…’

Getting up, you decided to take a bath. It’s been so long since you took one since you always opted to just shower and get ready for work, but now, you needed to take time to enjoy the things in life that you hadn’t taken enough moments to relish in.

Submerging yourself in the tub, your body glows under the clear water. The immense steam overfills the entire bathroom as you had the water temperature on to a scolding temperature and yet….

‘It only feels lukewarm at this point…I keep wanting it to be hotter…I desire heat….is it because of them?’

Dipping your head down under water for a moment to drench your hair, you re-emerge slightly gasping out from holding your breath. The steam in the room begins to clear up as you turn the water off, so not to overfill the tub.

Once you did so and sat back into the tub, you were shocked as you observed the change in the scenery of your bathroom…or rather, it wasn’t your bathroom anymore…

‘What…what’s happened? Where am I? Is this…is this salt water?’

Remarking at the salty scent of the sea, you noted the atmosphere of the vast and wide nothingness around you, just leagues of water expanding all around, as if you were nowhere near land…because you weren’t.

The water wasn’t deep, as you stood straight you noted how it came up to your waist, your hair plastered over your breasts and shoulders, you gently cross your arms over to subtly cover up.

Suddenly you felt something…it felt like a whirlpool of the water swirling around your thighs and hips as it was a soft and gentle feeling, very slight in the manner of touch.

You looked down, only to find that the water, which has remained clear, displayed nothing beneath it.

‘Was it a…a snake?’

Just as you mentally prepared to figure out what was it that swerved around your skin, a hand reached from behind you cups your breast, shocking you into a state of fear as you nearly jumped, yet another reaches from behind and performs a strong hold on your hips, massaging as it drags up and down from your waist line.

“Itssssss okay princess…I’m not going to hurt you. Far from it.” He calmly speaks out with a chuckle.

You turn around and saw the young man before you, nude as you were with the water coming just under his waist line as he was taller than you.

Widening his eyes slightly, he takes in your sight.

His gaze was deep and reflected the tidal of the sea. He was just as handsome as his brothers, yet had a more exotic appeal to his features.

His hands continued to roam your body as he leans in and kisses you, inserting his tongue inside as he explores you entirely. That’s when you pulled back in shock at the feeling of it…

Chuckling, he teasingly smiles as he takes in your rather adorable reaction.

“Sorry princess, did I scare you?” He leans in and kisses you, you let him despite feeling it again.

“Shhhh…good giiiiiiirrrrrllll…see?” He kisses you once more. The tender smack of your lips contacting and detaching between the wetness of each kiss echoes within the vast openness of the wide water.

“It’s just my tongue. It’s not going to hurt you…” he kisses you again, reaching up with his hands, he combs his hair slick back as the wet strands remain the hold of the style, aside from a few pieces in the front falling forward and draping over his brows. The stretch of his toned body caused it to flex as the distinct muscles from his v-line torso, his abs, and his pectorals heightened in definition. He looked similar to that of a Greek God.

Reaching back around your waist, he pulls you in…closely. You felt the entire compass of his nude body against yours, to include the hardness of his length as it stiffens upwards, pressed against your stomach, the tip reaching in between your breasts. Granted he was taller than you, yet you could already tell how gifted he was in size.

Sticking his tongue out for you to see as he licks his upper lip, you note the split in the center, resembling to that of a snake. Which made you realize that his eyes, we’re also expressive in reptilian features as you watched how the roundness of his pupils transitioned to that of sharp slits…

“Come here princess…I’m not going to bite you, trust me. Trust Jake the Snake.” He chuckles teasingly as he pulls you back in, allowing for the water to softly ripple around you.

The feeling of his skin pressed up against your body felt beyond soothing, you moaned just at just his touch alone, yet his appearance added to the sinful indulgence as he watched you with those dark sleight blue eyes, his blonde hair, and the elaborate metal piece that decorated his bottom lip. The man was deviously handsome.

Leaning in to graze his unusual tongue along your neck, he whispers, “theeeeere….good giiiiirllll….you’re so warm and pretty….”

You tilt your head back as you embraced him fully as his body presses against yours, closing any gaps that remained in between.

“Go ahead…touch it baby.”

Reaching down with your fingertips, as his cock rested agains your skin, you stroke it and gingerly massage the tip as it lays firm against your chest plate.

“Oh yeah…you know how to tame it…don’t you?”

You nod as he continues to whisper in your ear.

“Oh good!” He exclaims as he grabs on to your waist tightly. “You’re mine for the day, aren’t you?” He calmly asks.

You nod as you whispered a soft and breathless “yes.”

“Good…the that means i can enjoy you for a little bit.”

Submerging partially down under water, his head remained above surface as you felt his arms loop around under your kneecaps. With the same strength and stamina that of his brothers, he snaps up as he lifts you steadily, not a single moment transpired where you felt off balance or tilted, his hands shoot up at your waist as he kept control and held the bearing of your weight so firmly steady.

With each leg over his shoulder, he leans his face in closer to the flesh in between them. His tongue slightly flickers as he drags it against your inner thigh while inching closer…and closer.

You whimpered in a painful sense of anticipation as your abdomen vibrates from the heat of his breath while he exhales against the slit, just a hair away from making contact with his lips.

You placed your hands over his as you dig your fingernails in, the sensation was gut wrenching, yet he loved every moment of it as he whispers against your clit…

“Mmm…dig deeper.”

Referring to your fingernails, you were going to respond.

But your words never came out. Instead, a shrilling scream of choked up gasps and pleasure escapes your wide open mouth as you face the sky and tilt your head far back.

His tongue moves up and down, coating your skin. It slithers and flicks as it rapidly taps all over in between your folds.

“UGH!!!” You screamed and squirmed as he held you steady with such ease.

“Aww…princess is sensitive…” he whispers against it as his tongue conducts a circular motion, slowly pushing pass the skin as he inserts it inside you.

Feeling as it vigorously taps agains your walls, you choked out again, moaning out, recalling his name as he spoke it out a few moments ago…

‘Jake the snake…’

“J-Jake! Ugh!!”

You Yelp out.

“Awwww…she likes to scream out names….I like that…”

“AAAH! Ugh!!! P-please!” You whimper led out. He barely even got started and already you were beyond Cloud Nine.

“And she begs….how sweet.” Remarking his final note, his tongue thrusts in and out as he incorporates sloppy and smacking kisses against your clit, moving his face in circular motion as he essentially, made out with your entry.

Only moments in and you nearly blacked out from the intensity of the pleasure he admitted.

His hands tighten around your waist as he reaches a finger to tap against yours while they remained smacked down on his, indicating for you to continue to dig your nails into his skin.

“We enjoy giving a little pain…but also like it back, princess.” He murmurs with his mouth full of your skin and flesh as he tenderly sucks, kiss, licks, and thrusts his tongue in and out. The split tip of his wet muscle reached The sweet spot deep with in, and caressed it in a manner that you wouldn’t believe.

“Ugh!! Oh my God! I’m-I’m gonna cum!! Pl-please!!!”

You begged, though you’re not entirely sure why. It was good and bad, as the sensation of pleasure and overstimulation caused you to feel tormented. You wanted more, and you wanted less. It was good that it was bad.

‘Oh my God…the way he moves it inside…I can’t…!’

“Come on girly, cum…awww do it…” he states so gently as he kisses your softness with such ultimate tenderness…it was enough to make you sick.

“Ugh!”

“Yeah…” he whispers against your clit. His tongue flickered something fierce as he burrows it deeper.

“Ugh!!”

“That’s it..”

“UGH!!!”

“Aaaaahh…good girl.”

Descending you from his shoulders, he slowly lowers you as he places a line of kisses from your bare core, up towards your bellybutton, in between your breasts, and up to your neck as you come back to a standing position.

With his hands wrapped around you, he pulls you in for an embrace. Kissing your face so tenderly as he holds you, the water soothing the overstimulation as you re-submerge into it, your body goes limp within his hold, yet he didn’t mind as he continued to bear the burden of your weight effortlessly.

“Oh girly…” kissing you so tenderly on your temple as he pushes your wet hair back, your face tilted and resting against his shoulder in an exhausted state. “You’re the sweetest.”

Placing additional kisses on your face, your sight takes in the last bit of the view as you feel yourself drifting. The steam was returning as it clouds the atmosphere…and you fall asleep.

P A R T 2 W O

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theplumsoldier · 9 months

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ain't no rest for the wicked / a whore's company

summary: joel miller pays you (a sex worker) to keep him company in a bar

pairing: joel miller x sex worker!female reader

a/n: this is my entry in the #pascalsnetwritingchallenge with the song prompt ain't no rest for the wicked ft. joel miller (pre-apocalypse) as always comments are appreciated <3<3

warnings: 18+ MDNI; sex work (and talk thereof, vulgar language, references to sex, reader's a single mom, sick child, mention of ex boyfriend

word count: 2,4k

You tucked your belly in and pursed your lips before you propped yourself into the slot beside him. You tucked yourself close enough for him to feel you, and he seemed to stir awake from his daydreaming - or whatever it was going through his pretty head.

"Don't think I ever saw a man look as lonely as you do now, darlin'."

His eyes were wide still, bewildered and startled as if you had woken him from a dream. His lips curved in a shy smile and you thought for a second you might have actually saved him from a nightmare instead.

His warm eyes slid over you, but they were still kind when he realized what you are—who you are, he reminded himself, because who am I to objectify anyone?

The longer he looked at you, the more you became aware of his smile. He really did look lonely and it wasn't just that he was alone in a bar.

Fuck.

You made quick thinking so that he might not brood too much on your words. The last thing you wanted was to spend your night feeling inclined to listen to some man feeling sorry for himself.

"Care f'some company?"

"M'not sure I'm a lot of fun, doll."

"That's okay. I am."

To your surprise, after a couple of what looked to be particularly decisive seconds, his mien seemingly switched and something sparkled in his eye.

"Ya know what—okay," he decided. "I'm Joel."

You took his outstretched hand and held it in yours instead of shaking it.

"I'm Pat."

Joel had stretched his hand, not only as an introductory gesture but also so that he might make some space between you. He would feel more comfortable speaking to your face than the tits you currently had perked in his face.

Joel squeezed your hand. "What's your real name."

You squeezed his hand back, although the rough calloused skin made you doubt he could feel it.

"What kinda names ya like?" quizzed you cleverly.

He made a sound. Something between a harsh chuckle and a dubious snort, whatever that may sound like.

You scorched closer to him, confidently resting your hand on his thigh. You wondered if he worked out. His thighs were muscular and the way his arm flexed you couldn't help but think he would look better with his clothes off. He probably had a nice firm ass, too.

"Ya know, I bet I could make your evening a whole lot nicer," you seduced, tracing small circles on the walked jeans that clung to his leg.

Joel bit back a smirk. "S'that so?"

Humming deeply your eyes graced down his body, although he had already understood your innuendo.

"F'you pay that right price, o'course."

The comment did not appear to fend him off.

Joel knew he wasn't going to pay you for sex. Although his brother had told him once that every man ought to try it, the thought did not arouse him one bit. Not at all, actually.

But looking at you, he wondered what company you could offer him anyhow. Surely you must be hiding something under this professional facade.

He wondered what your humor was like, if you had any, and if it matched his. He became curious about whether you were opinionated and if so, what those were. He wanted to quiz you, ask why you did this kind of work, but he thought that was something none of his business. Joel pondered whether you would tell him that if you had a smart mouth on you if he asked anyway. He hoped you did because he presumed there must be some real creep-encounters for someone like you in this world.

Suddenly he asked, too curious for his own good and too insensible on the payday: "what's your rate, Pat?"

"Five hundred bucks."

Oh.

Joel didn't know what he had expected. He didn't know what was a fair price for such an escapade, and he was both staggered by the amount - he couldn't recall the last time he had indulged and spent more than a hundred dollars on himself - and surprised that you didn't charge more. He didn't have to take another look at you to know you easily could.

He thought you should.

You watched, growing impatient as he hummed, but then he fished up his wallet and dug around.

A victory, you thought, when he moved the curled-up wads into the hand you had placed on his thigh.

If he had been paying for sex with you, he would have felt he robbed you.

"Take a seat on tha' other side."

You frowned suspiciously at the man but were quick tighten your fist around the bills.

"What?"

"I'd like to know ya," he replied.

Is he fucking with you?

You had tried something like this before; an arrogant man trying to protest your job, thinking himself so high and mighty that he might rescue you. A damn fool he was.

"I swear, if you're one o'those bastard thinkin' you're better than me—" you said with gritted teeth.

Joel quickly retreated, moving back as if he was letting you leave and lifting his hands in surrender, realizing he had given offense. "No, no—I... M'sorry, I didn't mean to offend ya."

You gave him an incredulous look and crossed your arms.

"Sorry, ma'am," he fumbled politely but he looked embarrassed. "Keep the money, I—"

"Oh, I will."

Joel bit his lip.

He registered how stupid he has been. It had been presumptuous to decide you needed the money, that it would save you a little while from doing this sort of work; he didn't stop to think that perhaps you had chosen this occupation, not out of fear for the alternative, but because you wanted to.

The thought didn't sit right with him, but he cursed himself for accidentally labeling you while trying to do just the opposite.

Joel's need for being liked encouraged him to explain: "I thought I'd do something good by paying your price without needin' your service, ma'am and I seem to 'ave insulted you 'nstead, I'm sorry," he jabbered inarticulately and you let him, somewhat baffled.

The feeling of your heart fluttering had become so unfamiliar to you that you feared a stroke was in order. When you discerned the sincerity in his apology, you couldn't help but buckle under to his chivalrously ignorant charm.

"So you don't wanna fuck me?" you teased.

He looked flabbergasted and you laughed loudly as he stuttered to find the words.

The perplexed expression tugging at his aging wrinkles blurred into a sad pout when you stood. Triumph settled in his chest when you sat on the other side.

"I'm just fuckin' with ya, cowboy."

You often found that humor helped in awkward situations, and although you got a kick out of making men feel uncomfortable, you just couldn't bear watching his depressed eyes anymore. You hadn't really been mad with him. It was just that you — on more than one occurrence — had found yourself in the company of an arrogant prick on a high horse who'd like to fix you as if you were some delicate little thing in need of rescuing. Even if those customers had been right, you were not keen on having to rely on them for the good in their hearts.

Joel seemed to ease up though.

"So this how you usually spend your Friday nights? Keeping whores company."

"Thought I'd try something new," he smirked when he leaned back with a glint in his eye. You had to stop yourself from falling into their abyss.

You cocked a brow and leaned in with a wry look. "Don't shoot the messenger, but ya ain't very good at it."

Joel chuckled.

He bought you a drink then, and you quickly found Joel was an entertaining conversationalist. He was easy to open up, had jokes practically trickling out his sleeves and he was nice on the eyes, too.

Hours passed and drinks were emptied. You could tell he was holding back—whenever your laughter died out and there was only a silence between you, he would look at you with such inquisitive eyes, that you told him he could ask you whatever he wanted.

You figured it was only fair since he had told you so much about himself: his family, his work, his dating life, and quite frankly you enjoyed his company. You couldn't remember the last time you had been out like this—not looking for customers and simply having a good night out. It made you feel like you were on a date and to your surprise, you didn't hate it.

He was careful in his questioning and seemed genuinely interested in your work. His presence was incredibly serene and you hesitated only for a moment before deciding on telling him you also had a kid of your own. A sick one, with heaps of medical bills to be paid.

Joel was quite fascinated with you by the time you had told him more about yourself and he found that you had more in common than he would have guessed.

You told him about the dreams you had had when you were younger, how you were convinced you were going to play a special role in this world, be someone who would make a difference, and how all those hopes vanished when your boyfriend had left you alone with a kid without a single word.

"Damn fool," Joel had groaned.

It was around then Joel discovered you had talked for six-fucking-hours, but only because the bar's patrons were dwindling and they were closing up shop.

It was typical for you to be home around 2 o'clock or so, but you had been so caught up you hadn't even noticed it was past 3.

As you exited the bar together, Joel chuckled to himself in revelation. "Must've been a boy last I was out this late."

His comment made you grab hold of his arm and stare bright-eyed at his wristwatch. A little past three in the morning.

"Shit! I should've been home an hour ago," you panicked and it took Joel a second to realize why.

Earlier you had told him your neighbor babysat for you while you worked, someone you also considered your closest friend, and he suddenly felt very bad for holding you out so long. He imagined your friend would be worried sick by now, recalling the story you had told him about the time someone had roughed you up and you had passed out in an alley, returning home bruised and battered.

Joel hailed a cab, feeling compelled to make sure you got home fast and safely.

You gave the driver the address of the Chinese deli on the corner of your street and settled in the seat, Joel's hand lingering comfortably above your knee.

Through the night, you had noticed Joel touching you in one way or another—on your arm, on your shoulder, on the small of your back, and so on, although only when it felt so natural that you hadn't noticed before you subconsciously leaned into his touch.

It scared you a bit, being flushed with warmth under his warm calloused hands. All the same, you felt safe in his hands, like no one could ever hurt you again; and if they dared, they would answer to him.

Joel squeezed your thigh when he noticed your trepidation, only then becoming aware that his hand was on your thigh. He hadn't realized when he had put it there, but a thought reminded him that physical touch was his love language.

It was certainly too early to be in love, he reminded himself, however, he knew that if he would see you again, after this impending adieu you were racing toward, he would have to bite his tongue to not let the words slip. In his family, they threw the words around like smiles—it felt so natural to say them when he was in the company of someone he relished being with.

Joel decided he would ask you if you would like to see him again, and when he proposed the idea with his head stuck out the window like a dog, you spun on your heel, probably a little too eager.

"A date?" mused you, trying to see the romantic gesture rather than flashbacks from those you had gone on with your ex back in the day.

Joel's head tilted and you couldn't help but grin, amused with the way he looked like a dog longing to be petted and praised.

Your gaze flickered up to your apartment and saw that the lights were on only in the living room.

"Gimme your phone, cowboy."

He vehemently did and you typed in your number, saving it to his contacts along with your name and a smiley.

"I don't expect you to pay for my company next time 'round, but I do expect ya to pay the check and hold the doors for me," quipped you.

"Nothing less, ma'am."

He sat back contentedly with a proud smile and the driver switched the gears to move off of the curb.

Joel reacted: "Wait, wait, wait!"

He looked back at you, pushing his head halfway out the window again, and grinned stupidly.

"Can I kiss you?"

An uncontrollable laugh slipped from your lips, and you took his face in your hands. Joel swore his eyes bulged comically out of his head in pure adoration for your laugh, but his sheepishness was momentary for you happily pulled him into a sweet, sweet kiss.

After a moment, you pulled back, gazing softly down at him and he thought you looked so mesmerizing in the dim street light.

"Bet that's the most expensive kiss you've ever had," you teased.

Joel shrugged as if to say "it was worth it". He enjoyed the way you joked around your profession, you seemed to tackle a lot with humor.

When the taxi pulled back into the street, Joel swallowed his heart back into place and he finally looked down at his phone.

He smiled in such a boyish way and pronounced your name.

"What's that?" grumbled the driver.

Joel couldn't rid himself of the smile dancing on his lips. He could still taste your lipgloss.

"Nothin'," he responded dismissively, eyes still fixed on his phone. He didn't have to move in the seat to know he had gotten a hard-on from kissing you.

The driver hummed, then said, "so, ya gonna give me an address or somethin'?"

#pascalsnetwritingchallenge #joel miller pedro pascal #theplumsoldier #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us #challenge

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newtonsheffield · 7 months

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May we please get a Spicy Sunday 🌶 from Take A Deep Breath? I'm so excited for this one, the Good Girls vibes are just so strong, I already love them. Can we maybe see Kate reassuring Anthony if indeed he has the same self-esteem issues as GG Anthony. (I'm also a sucker for fighting and making up scenes, if that tickles your fancy anymore.)

Anonymous asked: Hi Molly! I hope you are well 🥰 I was wondering if we could have a Take a Deep Breath spicy Sunday today?? 🌝😈🌶️

Well, I got to remember what the Dutch National Anthem sounds like so… exciting.

I think that’s why I like these two so much as well. The Good Girls Vibe. The way I love that Kate and Anthony, and these are the same. Anthony’s kind of brash and he’s never seen out of a muscle tee and ripped jeans and he constantly smells a little bit like sweat and a very spicy cologne and Kate’s just… very attracted to him. Even though she probably shouldn’t be. Because she’s not going to get what she wants from him and she’s only setting herself up for disappointment. And Anthony thinks he’s probably not good for Kate, or not good enough.

But they find their groove eventually

Kate tried not to stare at Anthony through the window of his shop. She didn’t need to stare at him. A person didn’t need to stare at their own boyfriend did they? Not if that boyfriend walked through their flat completely naked, stood in the kitchen with not a stitch of clothing on while he cooked breakfast.

Edwina had been caught out more than once when she’d burst through the front door, ready for their usual trip to the flower market only to let out a squawk of indignation.

“Anthony! Jesus!”

Anthony blinked as he sat on the stool, unembarrassed, “What?”

Edwina sighed, “I can’t be certain but you’re leaving ball prints on Kate’s kitchen stool.”

He shrugged, “Kate likes me naked.”

Kate chuckled, his shirt hanging on her frame as she kissed his cheek, “You could maybe put on some pants when we have company.”

Anthony pointed his spoon at Edwina, “She’s your sister, she’s not company.”

“Kate, can we just go please?!” Edwina snapped. “Anthony’s penis is just… I can feel it staring at me.”

She should have been immune to him by now, surely. The number of times she’d felt his muscles flex under her hands and watched his lips form her name as he fell apart for her, because of her. She shouldn’t feel her cheeks get warm when Anthony winked at her, sat at her parent’s table and she shouldn’t be staring at him now.

His dark hair was caught under a cap and his muscles flexed as he removed his gloves, rolling his eyes at something his brother said, shaking his head. He was so handsome that it made her breath caught in her chest even as she turned to shove more flowers in the van.

“You need to get a grip.” Kate hissed at herself, as she put the arrangements in the van. “You’ve been dating him for six months, and he’s probably going to ask you to move in soon and he’s only… completely fucking, insanely hot.”

“Well, well, well,” Anthony’s voice burst onto the street seconds after the bell jingled and his customer left. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Kate felt her lips curve as she straightened and turned towards him, “I could say the same.”

Anthony grinned, leaping down from the top step and landing right in front of her. His arm shot out around her waist and tugged her against his chest and she felt her cheeks flush. “You are so beautiful.”

She brushed her lips against his, “You look Handsome.”

“Yeah I decided finally to put some clothes on.”

Kate groaned as she pushed back from him, “I have to go on my deliveries.”

Anthony tugged her back and she inhaled the smell of him, slightly sweaty and the spicy smell of him mixed with her shampoo. “Well, luckily for you, my afternoon’s done and I can’t stay in there and listen to Ben thinking he’s in love with Hyacinth’s teacher, Miss Beckett.” He shut the door for her and climbed into the driver’s set. “He can’t let me just have one thing to himself. I’m a wife guy and now he has to be.”

Kate climbed into the passenger seat. “I’m not your wife.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, “You know you’re my girl.”

His hand was warm on her thigh as he pulled into traffic and it stayed there all afternoon. She could hardly pay attention to anything, with his fingers tracing a pattern on her skin. She could hardly get the correct arrangements out at the right address, she might not have were it not for Anthony who grinned at everyone

“Flowers! We’ve got Flowers!”

Kate watched their eyes widen in surprise as they took Anthony in, their fingers intertwined and Kate’s distracted manner. The scent of him hung in the air of the van and he leaned in towards her, brushing his lips against her cheek.

She felt so warm, so drawn to the easy way he laughed and leaned against the car door, plucking a flower from a bouquet and handing it to her.

“Take a left.”

Anthony blinked, “Are we getting a snack?”

“You can have a snack if you want.”

Anthony gasped as he pulled into the alley behind their shops, “Kate, are you offering me… a sexy snack?”

“I am offering you a sexy snack.”

As soon as the car pulled to a stop, Anthony practically leapt on her. Their lips crashed together and the soft fabric of his T-shirt crumpled in her hands as she pulled him closer to her, desperate for the feel of his chest against hers.

It was messy and awkward as she swallowed the sounds that rose in his throat, happy and content. She could feel the heat rising between them as his hand slid further up the skirt of her dress, further and further, the soft skin of his hand warm against her as the other tugged at the neckline of her dress. The fabric of his jeans was rough under her fingers as she tugged at the button.

Anthony let out a chuckle and his teeth nipped at her neck, “That’s awfully eager if I’m getting a snack in first.”

Kate shoved him back into his seat and his hat fell into the back as his head knocked against the headrest. His hands were tight on her hips as he pulled her onto his lap and her chest felt tight as his lips fell to her neck again. “You can eat me out later, Babe.”

“Is that a promise?” He was looking at her with so much love, and excitement and a hundred other things as the windows fogged around them.

“Sure.” She gasped, catching his lips again, tangling her tongue slowly with his and in those moments it was so hard to imagine she’d thought they’d never be together. They seemed so inevitable now.

Anthony groaned as her hips rocked against him, his eyes fluttering closed at the friction, “Okay, I… I don’t have a condom and I know you’re on a break from-”

“Don’t care.” She gasped, “I really really don’t care.”

Anthony’s tongue flicked against her thumb that had somehow made its way to the side of his mouth and he sucked gently forcing heat to course through her body even faster. His hands guided her against him, keeping the slow rhythm building between them and his hips snapped up joining them together.

It was hurried and desperate and Anthony’s lips swallowed the gasp of his name that fell from her lips. One of her hands slid to his hair and she felt his gasp against her skin as her other hand slid up his shirt. He shivered against her touch as they moved together and the van rocked side to side and they were so close she could feel his heart beating right under her hands.

Anthony’s hair was sweaty under her fingers and his cheeks flushed, his eyes screwed shut as his chest heaved, “Fuck, I love you, Kate.”

The sound that fell from her lips was almost a purr as she nodded, tension coiling tightly in the pit of her stomach. Her breaths stuttered in her chest and their rhythm was short and sharp and nearly punishing as they raced to the finish.

It seemed to hang in the air for a moment as though time stood still in the moment before they both fell. As though they were dangling on the edge of a cliff. And finally, they fell apart.

Kate felt Anthony shudder against her ad she forced herself to keep her eyes open to see the content look on his face.

“Holy Fuck.” Anthony laughed, catching her lips again, “I can’t believe I ever thought you were such a good girl.”

Kate patted his cheek, “Obviously you just bring it out in me.”

Thud Thud Thud

They both startled at the sound of someone banging on the windscreen and Kate could barely make Edwina out, her hand covering her eyes.

“KATE STOP FUCKING IN THIS VAN I MEAN IT!”

#take a deep breath and jump (then fall)#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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shdo-xplosion · 11 months

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flash bang - e. & s. todoroki ⋆·˚ ༘ *

E. TODOROKI x ADOPTED!READER x S. TODOROKI

warnings: 2.1k explicit! pseudocest, fem-bodied reader, spitroasting, office sex, mild jealousy, rough blow jobs, squirting, creampie, sho and enji don’t actually touch each other during the do, reader is older than sho (unspecified ages), reader is adopted but nothing about it is detailed

terms used: “father, brother, little brother, daddy, sister, sister-cunt”

note: sorry i was possessed. i have no other explanation. if you like this filth, let me know! and if i missed any warnings also let me know :3

This isn’t the first time the three of you have posed as a family, standing closely in front of the camera as you’re blinded by every flash. You let the director shift your positions, turning Enji just a little more to the right, placing Shouto’s crossed arms in a very precise way, bending down to nudge your legs apart just a little bit. Your brother shifts uncomfortably on your left as your father lets out a smoky huff of disapproval.

This isn’t the first time the three of you have posed, no, but it is the first time in front of a camera since…

“Is it necessary to touch her legs like that?” Enji growls. You feel him grow warm from the fire building in his chest.

The photographer chuckles and stands, pointing at the dragon of a man with a grin. “Overprotective father. I like it! Makes that glare of yours even scarier!”

“It isn’t about me being overprotective. It’s about you being inappropriate with my daughter.”

The other man’s smile falters, his throat bobbing with a swallow, but Shouto steps in like he always does when given the chance to undermine Enji.

“Don’t mind my dad. He can get… sensitive when it comes to this one.” A cold hand on your shoulder fights to balance out the heat on your other side.

Smirking, you can’t help but add, “I’m a bit of a touchy subject.” Enji clears his throat a bit too loudly and Shouto’s fingers dig into the skin above your collarbone.

When the photographer is far enough away, Enji mutters a scathing, “brat,” under his breath, but it only makes you giggle.

Countless camera flashes, more uncomfortable poses that include squatting and flexing and jumping on your brother’s back. The Todoroki’s are famous and fearsome, not just in Japan but all over the world. Most photoshoots and interviews only show that intimidating side of your family, so it’s refreshing to work with someone who wants to make all of you look more personable, even if there are also plenty of serious shots in the mix.

Of course you aren’t actually a blood related member, but you’ve been with them long enough now that you may as well be. Your quirk may be different as well as your overall demeanor, but the closeness you feel to them—specifically to Enji and Shouto—is even thicker than blood.

There is another fluid you could compare it to, though…

Shouto’s agency building is the closest safe space. His staff is more than accustomed to seeing you, whether it’s whenever you walk in alone, with Sho, Enji, or both. Nobody thinks anything of it. Because nobody knows what goes on, on the top floor.

“You thought you were being so cute back there,” Shouto scoffs.

You grin, bat your eyes at him, “I don’t have to think about it. I know I’m cute.”

He catches your hand before you can tap him on the nose, a habit of yours that he loathes, but it’s the way his eyes widen for a split second before narrowing that makes you keep wanting to do it.

You can see your father roll his eyes without even looking at him, hear the exasperated grunt in his throat.

“Arrogance isn’t an endearing quality, you know,” he says while stepping toward you. His palm covers your entire cheek when he touches your face, and your stomach begins to sizzle in a familiar fashion.

You slip away from both of them, arguing, “I wouldn’t call it arrogance.”

“No?” Shouto looks and sounds unimpressed. “What would you call it then?”

The desk that Shouto almost never uses is meticulously clean as you boost yourself up on it, sitting on the edge and throwing one leg over the other.

“Confidence…” Your sweet smile turns mischievous. “… that I have the two of you wrapped around my little finger.”

Shouto moves first which is typical of him. He tries to be stoic, but he still has the impulse control of a man in his twenties. Enji, however, has more self control, watching as his youngest son peels your legs apart to slot himself between them.

One chilled hand gripping your thigh while hot fingers gently wrap around your throat. He’s trying to prove that he has more power, but all it takes is palming Shouto’s growing hard-on for him to buckle.

“Not fair,” he hisses as he shifts his hips forward.

“Oh?” You give him a quick squeeze, enjoying the way he sags forward. Too easy.

So close to Shouto, you never even realized your father made his way around the desk, not until you feel him seize your waist and tug you backward. You slide away from Shouto with a yelp, able to see dissatisfaction all over his handsome face.

Towering over you, Enji rips your head backwards and the pull of it leaves your mouth hanging open wide enough for him to spit in.

“You’re the one ready to fall to your knees at a moment’s notice.” He reaches down the front of your shirt to grope your tits while Shouto busies himself with your shoes and shorts. “Always eager to take daddy’s cock.”

“And for little brother to eat your pussy,” Shouto adds when he shoves your knees wide apart. “You think you’ve got us wrapped around your finger?” He leans down and presses his mouth to the skimpy underwear that barely covers your cunt. You can feel the weight of his tongue pressing against the material, saliva soaking through it and adding to the wetness that’s already formed between your legs.

You open your eyes when you feel something slap against your cheek, Enji’s cockhead leaving a bead of sticky pre on your skin. Your head is already hanging off the desk now that you’re flat on your back, and though he has to bend his knees a little, your father easily guides himself into your waiting mouth.

“Hard to be a brat when your mouth is full, hm?” he mocks, slowly pressing himself forward. “That’s a good girl, open wide for daddy.”

Your gag reflex causes saliva to pool behind your tongue as tears prick your eyes. The stretch is always uncomfortable, but knowing it’s Enji’s girth that’s forcing your jaws apart makes slick arousal leak from your pussy.

Shouto chuckles while playing in the mess, cold fingers dancing up and down your slit and purposely bumping your swelling bud. You let out a muffled whine and pathetically kick out, begging for more of his touch, and thank god he understands, middle and index fingers pushing past your entrance.

The moan you let out vibrates around Enji, a guttural noise rumbling from his chest. He pulls out a little only to tilt his hips forward even further, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and then slipping into the tight sleeve of it.

You can’t breathe for a moment, both because Enji’s length is impeding your airway and because Shouto is curling his fingers so nicely, pressing against just the right spot.

The father and son rarely interact during these escapades, yet somehow they make an incredible team, doing everything in tandem, making you melt at the same time in different ways.

The sounds you make are awful. Gurgles and pitiful moans and whimpers escape you, and it only gets worse when Shouto pulls his cock free of his uniform and rubs his tip between your folds. Up and down, up down, slapping himself against your clit until drops of your arousal start splashing back toward him.

He’s slow to push into your heat, feels like it takes forever, but he’s so hot with those two-toned tresses hanging in his face, licking his lips as he stares down at where you’re connected.

“Be polite, Shouto,” Enji chides. It’s a rare occurrence that he actually addresses him like this. “Tell your sister how good she feels.”

Shouto groans, pulling his hips back before thrusting forward quickly.

“Feel so good,” he pants heavily, already drunk off of you, “love this sister-cunt.”

You can’t respond with Enji’s dick sliding in and out of your mouth, but you do wrap your legs around Shouto’s waist, pulling him tighter against you. It causes him to start rutting into you, quick shallow thrusts, unable to rock his hips back, only forward so that he keeps hitting your cervix. It feels like someone pressing on a bruise, painful but oddly satisfying, and all you can think is that you want him deeper. Deeper. Until all he can do is gyrate, stirring your insides.

All the while Enji keeps fucking your throat, your drool like slime all over him. You’re able to take in a deep gasp when he pulls out, but it’s only so he can lift his cock and dip his balls in your mouth.

“My sweet baby,” he rumbles as you use the tip of your tongue to drag up the seam of his sack. “Look at you, just letting me make a mess on your face.”

And he’s right. You’re filthy with tears and snot and pre-cum, and you love it. It makes your pussy throb around Shouto, still buried to the hilt. “Suck on them, mmm, such a dirty mouth…”

One ball and then the other, you alternate back and forth until Enji reaches down to pull your bottom jaw down further, using his free hand to work his fat sack into your mouth—swollen and full of cum. You can’t wait for him to spill it all over you.

You can’t breathe, eyes rolling as dizziness sets in. Shouto is playing with your clit, rubbing in circles then slapping it. You gush squirt, feel the puddle beneath you, and when you cum even more comes out, a fountain. Your brother finds the strength to yank himself free, bending down to attach his mouth to your cunt and swallow all the fluid leaking from you, shoving a finger in your sensitive core and moving frantically so that he can drink more of you. He’s like a dog dying of thirst, sucking your clit. Your pleasure paired with your lightheadedness is sure to make you pass out, but your father’s warm hand slaps your face hard enough to sting.

“Not yet, baby. Want you awake so you can swallow all of me.”

He gives you a break, feeling up your tits as you breathe heavily, each rise and fall of your chest making your hardened nipples chafe against his rough palms.

Still eating you out, Shouto starts fisting his cock. You can feel the movement rocking his body, pushing his face against you in a rhythmic pattern. You’ve just stopped panting when he surges upward and slides back inside of you, just in time to cum.

Your brother always makes the prettiest noises when he climaxes. He throws his head back to expose his pale neck, something between a whimper and a groan climbing from his throat. His hips stutter, and his fingers spasm where they grip your thighs, and then he falls forward, Enji moving just in time so that his youngest can bury his face in your chest.

Enji taps your face a few more times, urging you to open your mouth again. The way that Shouto gently sucks your nipples makes it slightly easier to take the huge cock that’s sliding in and out of your throat. Your body is tired, and you’re not sure when or what your last coherent thought was.

Even in his spent state Shouto has the presence of mind to rub your clit, pulling more of your juices from you until you cum around his fingers one more time. You moan around Enji’s throbbing cock, back arching and forcing it further down. A warm hand wraps around your neck, and Enji grunts obscenities at the feeling of his dick moving beneath his own palm.

“That’s daddy’s good girl,” he praises, hips moving faster, uncaring of the ache in your jaw, the tears pouring from your eyes. “Almost there, fuck, take… all of it…”

He buries himself as deep as he can, making your whole body convulse as his hot seed shoots down your throat and into your tummy. Enji pulls out, leaving you so empty yet so full. Your pussy feels raw and swollen, Shouto’s cum still dripping out of you, and your mouth is coated with spitty mucus and cum, strings of it all over your face.

It always starts with you being mouthy and ends with you splayed out and ruined. Just another sordid tryst you’re sure you’ll have to atone for one day.

If there’s one thing the Todoroki’s are good at, though, it’s asking for forgiveness.

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize or repost my work to any other platform.

#endeavor x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #enji todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #tw dark content #tw pseudocest #tw incest

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quinloki · 1 year

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*sliding again in your inbox* if you’re up for it, may I ask Yonji and Reiju with Public Humiliation, Rimming and Dogging? I’m loving your hc 🙈

I'm glad you're enjoying them! It's actually been a nice break from my usual Long Form story writing, and I think I needed the break more than I knew xD

Alright - this is my first time giving head canon to Yonji and Reiju, so let's see how it goes. (Also, what luck, the only two current Vinsmokes I *like* )

Yonji:

Public Humiliation - Yes - Yonji is perfectly happy to dress you as he pleases and haul you through whatever public space he so desires, all while letting loose with degrading phrases and actions. He's good at it, credit where it's due, but compared to his "older" brothers, he not nearly as cruel. It's still embarrassing, and the primary reason for it is more a declaration of to whom you belong. Yonji will lay into you in public, but if anyone is stupid enough to try and join in, he won't stand for it.

Rimming - Hm... I ... hm. I wanna say he's a Sure for receiving and you probably don't even want to ask for the giving side of it. Princely prince prince-ness isn't going to do something like that to someone even if it nearly kills them from embarrassment. But it's also not high up on his personal list of enjoyments. Not that he doesn't enjoy it, but it's a little more middle of the road for him is all. (the hang up is, he does want you to ask him to rim you, guy's got a little bit of a sub streak in him he rarely ever gets to flex, but he has to trust you implicitly before he'd bring it up, and it's hard to trust when you can barely engage in your emotions >.> )

Dogging - FUCK Yes - Look, it's not like you're in the stocks or something in the middle of town square, so don't go complaining. It's an empty parking lot, don't look over at the busy street while he's railing you, just make those pretty little noises he likes. If you hold your voice in then maybe it's time to move closer to the foot traffic, or maybe you're quiet because you do want to be in the stocks in the middle of the town square.

Reiju:

Public Humiliation - Sure - She'll do it, and she'll lean into with such practiced perfection you'd think you were being humiliated by Ichiji or Niji. Unlike her siblings, she is compassionate and fully capable of emotions, but she's really good at masking them. Sometimes leaning into the more cruel side of her personality is liberating, so it's not like she's doing this against her will, but it's also a part of who she needs to pretend to be around her family, so she's not nearly as enthusiastic as she appears.

Rimming - Yes - Giving or Receiving. There's pleasure to be had in the physical and I think Reiju is all for diving into that pleasure. She's very switchy to me, and while she prefers to maintain control, she's not against giving and getting for most activities. Sadly I think her practiced reserved nature has been going on for so long that I don't think she gets messy or down and dirty - everything is all very clean and proper and well-prepped. Which isn't a bad thing, in this kink, but I think it spills into her other kinks too.

Dogging - A Sure to Yes - Reiju doesn't want anyone else to hear the sweet sounds you make while she's being pleasured by you, or while she's pleasuring you. You've got to keep that voice that's only for her low and quiet, there's people just a few yards away, and she won't forgive you if someone else is graced by your mewling whimpers. Don't disappoint her now, and don't fight the building pleasure either, just because you're not allowed to be loud doesn't mean she doesn't want to see your face messed up in pleasure.

-- Little different vibe on those Dogging entries, but I hope it still came across well ^_^ Thanks!

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

#kinky one piece head canon #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke reiju #x reader #yonji x reader #reiju x reader

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zukkaart · 8 months

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Zukka, #13. “Why am I always your second option?” because 😈

Wonderful wonderful,

For the prompt game! (No one has picked my favorite one yet, bonus points if you do 😘)

Anyway here ya go

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Exactly five years after the end of the 100 year war. A celebration is in order.

“So Sokka, who are you going to invite to the celebration?” Katara calls to her brother through the now open doorway connecting their rooms.

“I figured I’d just bring Toph, you’re going with Aang and she never bothers to ask anyone,” Katara gives him a completely unimpressed look. “What?” He asks defensively.

“You take Toph to everything, and anything you can’t take her to, you take me to. Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, even our own events”

“So? Is it wrong that I feel comfortable around you guys? Who else am I supposed to ask? Suki is still flittering around the EK helping in reconstruction and damage control, and she’s dragging Ty Lee along with her.” He pauses, a sly grin crossing his face, “Are you suggesting I ask Azula?”

Katara placed a hand on her chest in shock, “Absolutely NOT! I’m just saying it wouldn’t kill you to meet new people,”

“Actually- considering the semi-frequent attempts on my life due to my station as emissary, it very well could,” He countered, Katara only rolled her eyes.

“You know, you could always ask Mai” She offered. That stopped Sokka in his tracks. With one hand still holding his half-done braid tight he turned to face her.

“And have Zuko light me on fire? Absolutely not. Why do you hate me?” Sokka whined as the dutiful older brother he was.

“Sokka, they broke up. Like 6 months ago. For La’s sake do you ever pay attention when I speak? I’m going to get Aang, he told me if the meeting ran over three hours so to go save him. Think about talking to Mai, okay?” She said the last part with a genuine tone, but Sokka simply threw her a particularly vulgar gesture as she strode into the hall.

He grumbled to himself as he finished braiding his hair in the water-tribe style, letting the ends loose in his signature wild tail. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment. He was twenty one now, and definitely looked it. He stood just over six feet and his build had filled out so much that sometimes it was hard to not think it was it father staring back at him.

“You know what Katara? Maybe I will,” He flexed his arms in the mirror, smiling satisfied to himself, straightened his sleeveless blue tunic, and set on his way down the hall towards Mai’s room.

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“I can’t Mai, I just can’t look at one more persons ‘ideas’ on how to improve any number of things. My head is spinning, I think if I have to go over these supply routes one more time I’ll burst in to flames.” Zuko slammed his hand down onto his wooden desk, his meeting robes were hanging off his shoulders loosely. Mai sat beside him picking her nails, as disinterested as ever.

“Just tell them that you’ve got it handled and don’t need any more input. You’ve been Fire Lord for five years now Zuko, you’re not a little kid anymore” His only response was a deep groan.

Just then a knock came, but not on his door, it sounded distant. “I think that’s for me,” Mai stood with a heavy sigh “I swear if one more servant offers me tea I’ll puke” she opened Zuko’s door with an impatient “Yes?”

“Oh Mai! I was hoping I could find you,” A familiar deep voice came from the hallway. Zuko immediately jumped to his feet and straightened his robes, tying the belt so tight he almost couldn’t take a full breath. He tried to come in to Sokka’s view as casually as possible and simply hoped that he didn’t look as awful as he felt.

“Oh hey Sokka, did you need something?” Zuko spoke before Mai could make one of her signature snide remarks.

“Oh Zuko, I’m so sorry. Katara told me that you were- I need a date to- she said I- oh never mind” Sokkas face flushed all the way to his ears. Zuko thought he looked adorable. For all of his bulging muscles and political skills, he’s still just that awkward 16 year old boy who thought he could fly a bison in to the heart of the fire nation.

To his surprise, Maj stopped Sokka before he could take his leave of them. He strode over to them sheepishly. He looked absolutely stunning, obviously having just gotten finished getting ready for the night’s festivities.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Mai simply brushed past him to return to her own room.

“Oh wait, I-“ Sokka called after her, but her door had already slammed shut. He sighed and slid down the wall, firmly planting himself on the marble floor. “Why can’t I do anything right Zuko?” The Fire Lord eyed him quizzically.

“What are you talking about?”

“Katara told me you two had broken up, so I came here to- I don’t know, it’s stupid. And it doesn’t matter because I didn’t realize Katara was wrong. I’m sorry.” Sokka placed a hand atop is head in frustration.

This is it. Zuko thought to himself. He came here to ask me to attend the festival with him, but I need to make sure he knows Mai and I aren’t together.

“Oh, Katara wasn’t wrong,” Zuko sank to his knees beside him. “We did break up, she was just helping me with some trade routes,” Sokka chucked to himself, shaking his head lightly.

“Well it doesn’t matter,” what? “She obviously wants nothing to do with me,” oh

Zukos heart plummeted into his stomach. Mai, he had come to ask Mai to the festival. Not him. Ugh, how could he have been so stupid? Instead of the hot sting of embarrassment rising in him, all Zuko felt was… rage

“Mai?” He scoffed and rose to his feet. “You came to ask Mai to the festival?”

“Yeah.” Sokka stood and matched his defensive stance, “Something wrong with that?” The water tribe boy folded his arms over his chest, a scowl settled upon his features.

“Something wro- are you out of your mind?!” Zuko couldn’t choke down his emotions any more, but it seemed Sokka was not the best at reading emotions.

“You’ve been broken up for six months, and you’re obviously on good terms. Why shouldn’t I?” Sokka stepped aside into Zukos room so he could shut the door behind them. “Katara told me not to take Toph, I don’t want to go alone”

“Are you seriously that thick?” Zuko’s accusation hit Sokka like a bucket of cold water. “And to think that I- UGH” He threw his hands in the air.

“To think that you what?” Sokkas tone was much gentler now. He realized that there was something about this situation that he missed, and it was a big something. They stood in silence for a moment- then it hit him. “Oh, oh my La Zuko I am so sorry. You thought that I came to ask you?” All of the frustration had eddied from his voice, all that was left was confusion and a tinge of sadness.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” Zuko waved him off, tightening his sash even more. “I dont know why I thought you would,”

“Me either,” Sokka noticed his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. “No- not like that, you just never seem to want to go with me to anything.”

“What are you talking about?” Zuko snipped back

“Last years diplomat ball, Mai was busy, so you asked me. Three years ago the solstice in the south, you asked Katara but Aang showed up so then you asked me. Six months ago you asked Ty Lee to the opening of the new theater, but she had to leave but I was in town so then you asked me.” Sokka’s voice raised in volume with every account he laid out. “Why am I always your second option?”

It was Zuko’s turn to be embarrassed. He had misread this situation horribly. Sokka was trying to respect his boundaries, and Zuko had essentially just accused him of stringing him along. Really, it was Zuko who had done the pulling.

“Oh… oh Sokka I am so-“ He reached out but Sokka pulled away before he could make contact.

“Don’t Zuko… just don’t,” His eyes were as cold as ice as they fixed themselves to Zuko. “You always treat me like an alternate, and I’m always there. When everyone else falls through I am there. So don’t you dare accuse me of coming here under false pretenses, I have just been trying to protect myself,” Now that hit Zuko like a ton of bricks. Sokka felt the need to protect himself from Zuko. And honestly- Zuko didn’t have a good reason for why he shouldn’t.

Zuko had never meant to string him along of course, but it just kind of…happened. It wasn’t conscious, it was just because Sokka was always there, he was safe and comfortable to be around. In his royal training he was always taught it was polite to ask the highest ranking woman (or your partner, but it was always assumed that the Fire Lords parter would in fact be the highest ranking woman) to an event first, but he now realized that there’s no way Sokka could have known that. Zuko could definitely understand how that would look from the outside. How could he have been so foolish.

“Sokka you don’t need to protect yourself from me. I didn’t understand how you felt, I got wrapped up in customs and didn’t consider how it could possibly have made you feel. For that I am truly sorry…” Sokka said nothing, just pinned him with that same impassive look. “One thing I don’t understand though…” Zuko continued, Sokka raised an eyebrow, “Is why it went this far, I mean we only ever went as friends, you knew that.”

Of course Sokka new that, but that didn’t keep the knife in his gut from twisting. He couldn’t help but let out a bitter, humorless laugh.

“Oh Zuko, you really don’t get it do you?”

“What’s there to get? You’re my best friend, we went to a few events together, nothing sinister,”

“Oh is that what you’re aiming for?” Sokka began to pace the room

“Of course not… I don’t understand what’s happening Sokka, please tell me what’s going on,” Zuko had already made a fool of himself by assuming something once this evening, he wasn’t about to do it a second time.

“For Agnis sake,” Sokka took a sharp step toward him, it started Zuko so much that they both tripped and went flying backwards, landing in a heap of robes and curses. Sokkas head cracked against his mouth, splitting his lip open.

“Ouch,” Zuko groaned, he tasted blood. Sokka listed his head to look him in the eye, preparing to berate him for being so uptight but then… they were so close.

Zuko’s lip throbbed, but all he could focus on was Sokka’s warm breath mingling with his own, and his jasmine and musk scent dominating his senses.

Sokka stayed there, unmoving, steady. Zuko didn’t dare to even shift for fear that he’d get up. Of course- they’d been this close before, they’d sparred and slept next to each other on trips. But this felt… different somehow. Intimate. Was the word that Zuko’s brain provided him.

Then, a calloused thumb was wiping the stray droplets of blood off his bottom lip. Normally, it would have hurt, but Zuko’s entire body was buzzing with uncertainty and anticipation.

Before another thought could pass through his conscious mind, Sokka’s lips were on his. Cool and steady.

And it was like the answer to a question Zuko had been asking his whole life.

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Ah my favorite idiots.

This could have been WAY longer so count your blessings.

Thank you for this prompt! Xoxo

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by-glass-and-waves · 7 months

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So I may have decided to do some work on a 19th century AU ha ha ha sorry pls let me know if anyone else has already claimed it for themselves

And hilariously, it is an AU based on Restart, so it'll have Allani and her banter with Narinder. At least I hope it'd be good banter.

So think Pride and Prejudice vibes but Cult of the Lamb

And it might be because I watched the movie Emma. And because it was the time of the year to watch Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility.

Bishops: Royal family of the Lands of the Old Faith, each sibling has a title

Shamura: the ruler, obvs

Narinder: doesn't flex his title or royal family status and just wants to do his own thing, which gets him estranged from the others because they see him as shirking his duties. He's only on good terms with Leshy and they visit each other on occasion, causing rumors that they're conspiring against Shamura

Ratau: mayor, retired military officer, owns a shipping company with Ratoo

Ratoo: retired naval officer, usually out on voyages with The Goods™, not sure if I'd have his fiancée lost to sea/drowning incident or have her in town because they deserve a happy ending

Baal and Aym: learning magic and combat from Ratau (and sometimes Ratoo when he pops up)

Forneus: owner of the local inn

Lamb (I'll be honest, it's Allani from Restart): adopted daughter of Ratau, he found her during a campaign in which her hometown was razed, there were a few other survivors who joined his town, also learning how to magic and combat from Ratau

Hauron: another survivor and adopted son of Ratau, super protective cousin of Allani

Rakshasha and the missus: work in Forneus' kitchen? Or should they work in Narinder's kitchen idk

Plimbo: another employee of Ratau and Ratoo, always complaining about his MIL visiting him and his wife every other week

Midas: that guy who owns super decked out place and has parties all the time, and MAYBE some out-of-towners go missing after, and MAYBE he has a few new sculptures in their likenesses after, but no one asks questions

So Narinder might be this mysterious gentleman who just moved into the big house down the street, whatever, no big deal, sounds like he's been Ratau and Ratoo's benefactor and is finally showing his face etc.

Narinder comes by to discuss business matters with the Rat brothers when she runs into him and goes "excuse me you aren't even gonna apologize?" when he acts all "ugh you messed up my coat"

Meanwhile Ratau in the background shaking his head and silently mouthing "NO STOP"

Narinder decides he does need some employees to care for his home and hires Allani, Hauron, the Twins, and other townspeople

Cue verbal sparring as Allani challenges the fuck out of Narinder and his life choices or something while he thinks he can whittle her down

Hauron is super overprotective, is like "I don't like that rich character" and tries to set her up with other townspeople/whoever, much to her annoyance, Narinder's entertainment, and eventually, his growing jealousy

Especially like "also he's of a higher standing than we are, it's foolish to think that you'd have a chance with him or that he'd have genuine affection for you, sorry fam but he'd def want to marry into similar status because $" not knowing he's got the royal family's wallet in his pocket

Shamura and family still care for him, it's just most of them think he's an idiot for just wanting to fuck around and not be responsible and will happily welcome him back once he decides he does want to do his duties

I can't wait for interactions like this:

Leshy: I heard you have a maid gf

Narinder: spits out camellia tea

Allani: pours more tea on Narinder in shock while yelling at Leshy EXCUSE ME?

Also something I'm toying with rn

I wonder if Narinder should use another name because not everyone knows or needs to know he's royalty. Would be fun to use names for the afterlife/death deities. Asphodel, Akert, Amenthes, Mitnal, Kur, whatever else. Leaning on Asphodel or Amenthes.

But yeah I'm just gonna add it to my belt of oops stories/AUs

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl narinder #cotl narilamb #cotl lamb #cotl au #cotl 19th century au #cult of the lamb au #au of an au #what is wrong with my life #Forgive me for I have sinned #Truly I am a fool

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davenweenie · 1 year

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I’ve spiralled into a Lab Rats hyperfixation recently and now all of you have to deal with it. I haven’t watched Mighty Med yet so some stuff about Elite Force may be wrong since I don’t know the MM characters that well yet. Most will be Chase-centric. Anyway, here are my HCs.

-Chase is trans, he is the most trans character I have ever seen you cannot change my mind.

-Adam acts like a d!ck to Chase but he actually loves him a lot and would actually kill someone for him (I stand by Adam being the cuddliest sibling)

-to reiterate the above, Adam loves hugs. He will hug anyone and any given point (Tasha is usually the victim of his super strong hugs)

-Bree loves girly stuff but when it comes down to it she can act like a classic brother (pranks, punching people in a friendly manner, bro hugging people, loogie contests, arm wrestles to prove who’s stronger etc) (THIS IS NOT ME SAYING GIRLS CANT DO THIS, it’s just that traditionally brothers do this more than sisters. This is coming from someone who has a sister and a brother)

-Bree can pick Chase up and used to always attempt to throw him like Adam does. She has not yet succeeded in throwing him farther than about a foot. Adam thinks it’s cute and hilarious.

-Leo gets along with Chase more than everyone else because they’re both autistic and they stim dance together all the time after Leo introduced it to Chase.

-Chase was forced to suppress his stims as a child because Mr Davenport wasn’t educated on autism/neurodivergence enough to realise it was helpful to Chase.

-Chase was not diagnosed with autism until Leo came along and both him and Tasha pointed it out that he is most definitely on the autism spectrum.

-Adam isn’t stupid. He just acts stupid and like he doesn’t know things just to annoy Chase and he thinks it’s funny.

-Adam has ADHD and struggles with retaining information that doesn’t interest him.

-Adam is also dyslexic and has dyscalculia (number dyslexia basically)

-Leo and Bree love reading comics together. Bree fangirls over Skylar Storm (since this is based on the seasons before Bionic Island and Elite Force. She pretends to not know Skylar when she sees her because she’s been bullied at school for liking comics before and she doesn’t want Oliver, since she had a crush on him, to know she reads comics)

-Adam and Chase can’t read comics. The colours and fonts make it hard for Adam to focus and Chase gets overwhelmed by all the bright colours with his super senses. The pages also feel very icky to him.

-Chase leans against Adam when he feels overwhelmed (this is kinda canon since we see this in the scene where Chase gets overwhelmed by the sound of the school bell in Crush, Chop and Burn)

-All the siblings play Minecraft. Chase and Leo have an amazing world together where they’ve built a whole city with really cool features. It’s their pride and joy.

-Spike doesn’t know he’s bionic and god forbid he ever finds out.

-Spike stems from Chase’s deep rooted dysphoria. Spike is everything he thinks he is not. This is why we see Spike portrayed as having a really deep voice and constantly flexes his muscles as a result of toxic masculinity.

-Chase can communicate with Spike in his head if he wants to, he just hasn’t discovered it yet because he still hates the idea of Spike taking over his body

-Chase and Sebastian definitely dated.

-TW for this one: Sebastian was abusive to Chase towards the end of their relationship, after Sebastian found out about the destruction of Krane.

-Chase falls for people easily and tends to blindly trust people because of his autism. He isn’t aware when people have ulterior motives as he’s not good at reading between the lines. (This is totally not based on me /s)

-And on that note, Chase uses tone tags all the time after Leo showed him what they were. Leo loves it. Adam is confused on what they mean and forgets the meaning so has a screenshot of what they all mean saved to his phone. Bree forgets to use them a lot because she speed types and makes a lot of mistakes but she tries her best.

-Adam is gay, he definitely went out with Owen but had to break up with him when they moved to the bionic island. They get back together once Adam realises that Owen can come to the island whenever he wants to. (I imagine this happens after the team is split up when Bree and Chase join the EF)

-Bree is lesbian. When she started school she realised all of the girls always talked about boys and dated boys, she was desperate to fit in so she tried to force herself to go out with guys. That’s why she never had a long lasting relationship. None of them ever worked out. She’s dating Skylar now (I will get more into detail about that in future posts)

-Chase is bisexual. I absolutely love this hc. He thinks girls are really pretty, and blushes every time a girl has complimented him. But he thinks boys are very pretty too. He only really realised he likes boys too when he had to pretend to be Bree at that school dance with Bree’s boyfriend (?) at the time. I stand by Chaz (Chase and Kaz) being real. They were so in love.

-Leo is pan. He’s gender blind and doesn’t care about the gender of the person he is dating. It took him a while to find a label that fits but when he finally found one (after hours of research with Chase) he was ecstatic. He asked Taylor out when he realised how much he liked her but it turned out she was dating one of the female students in secret. Leo now has a crush on Logan but is still trying to figure out how to ask him out since he’s never been with a guy before and he has a lot of past internal homophobia he’s trying to work through.

-Last one for this post, there will be a lot more. Leo’s dad was abusive which is why Tasha left him. She was a single mother for a few years before deciding to start looking for another partner which is when she met Mr Davenport. She was very picky because she didn’t want the same thing to happen to her and Leo again.

So sorry for the extremely long post. I just have so much to talk about.

#lab rats #chase x kaz #chase davenport #donald davenport #bree davenport #adam davenport #tasha davenport #leo dooley #elite force #headcanon #mighty med #skylar storm #kazimieras #oliver mighty med #I talked far too much #help #I’m just excited okay #headcanons

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gibmb · 7 months

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In a new skin chapter 8

When Chloe woke to the sounds of her alarm and got out of bed she worried she'd be sore and exhausted beyond measure. Yet when she looked in the mirror for any bruising and examined her broken arm, she saw that she was totally healed. Her original scars were still there and rather than sore, she felt…refreshed.

Chloe went over to check the time, not surprised when it said 8 AM. But the date caught her off guard, she had been asleep for two days!

"Naje, Haje!" Chloe called as the snake slithered out of the ring, one head barely awake and the other yawning, which would now go on the list of things that will haunt her dreams.

"Yes, Chloe?" Naje said, looking at her through the snake-version of bleary eyes.

"Yeah, somethings wrong," Chloe responded by grabbing the clock and showing it to him, he looked at it and then back at her.

"I see it is quite early," he replied dryly.

"No, not that! The date!” Chloe responded in surprise and confusion. “I slept for two days Naje, two days!"

But soon Haje yawned and looked at her, waking up himself with a shake of his head.

"That is to be expected,” Haje calmly replied.

“You pushed yourself and you're still new to this, not to mention the wraith broke your bones. Healing was necessary and since we didn't eat before sleeping and your acclimation to the powers is still ongoing, it makes sense we would go dormant to recover,” Haje further elaborated, lecturing her with the air of a professor before a class.

“In fact, I think two days is quick for a new user,” Haje said with a modicum of respect, looking to Naje to confirm before both nodded in agreement. Meanwhile Chloe was beginning to pace around her room, worried about getting in trouble.

"What if my father hears about this and gets angry? What if Jean is worried?" Chloe asked as her pacing got faster and faster.

"There is no need to worry, when going dormant your body temperature rises,” Haje replied matter-of-factly. “Obviously, this Jean checked on you and thought you had a fever.”

"How do you know?!" Chloe replied, trying and failing to suppress her panic.

"Because we watched him check up on you. He even had a doctor brought in and it was decided you were sick due to a fever of one hundred and one,” Haje replied, flexing his hood a bit in a cocky manner. Chloe relaxed a bit, if they thought she was just sick then she didn’t have to worry about explaining anything.

Chloe let out a sigh of relief as she decided it would be best to get ready for the day. She grabbed a quick shower and was on her way to find something to wear when she noticed a peculiar sight on the table in the middle of the room.

"Uhmmmmm Naje, Haje, what are those?" Chloe asked, tightening the towel she wore before walking over to get a better look, a bit confused. It was a canvas, a brush, some paint boxes, and a big wooden box topped with two scrolls like that dog man had.

"Those are your rewards for completing the task you were assigned,” Haje said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“As I’ve said, sometimes the gods reward those who perform their assigned tasks exemplary. By the looks of it, Anubis was greatly pleased with your work," Naje said with a bit of pride as if he were the one who had performed the task.

Haje slid past his cocky brother and began to speak as he examined the items.

"He even went so far as to send a message with it. But it appears Set did as well, so I'd be prepared to see how Set felt about being tricked," Haje said.

Chloe reached down and picked up the scroll, her breathing a bit quick from nervousness as she began to read it.

"‘Dear Serpent of Truth, well done with completing your task. I had worried that it may have been too much for you at first, but it seems that worry was for nought. You accomplished the task with creativity and mindfulness’,” the letter started, easing Chloe’s nerves.

“‘For that, I reward you with paints of the Underworld and the Skies. As well a brush that shall never fail. I know you loved art so these gifts shall bring your love to such heights that most mortals could never reach! Finally, the last gift is in the box on the table. Consider it compensation for your efforts.’"

Chloe blinked for a moment before rereading the scroll. Her mind was barely able to process that a God had praised her, but more so that he knew more about herself than she did. She proceeded to close and set the scroll down gently before looking at the other one from Set and opening it, preparing for the worst.

"‘Well done Serpent, you have out done yourself in a way I could never have foreseen. When I received the urn and saw it was empty, I had prepared to release plagues upon your lands for this trick!’” A far less friendly start compared to the previous scroll.

“‘However, I then saw what you did to the Wraith and I was truly impressed! To trap that wretched lowlife in his own body, far beyond what I had planned to do with him for his arrogant existence!’” A sudden turn in tone that Chloe genuinely didn’t expect.

“‘I can now smile every day hearing the melody of his screams. If ever I'm bored I can alway see his trapped agony, immortalized by you…so well done.’” Chloe wasn’t sure how she felt about being praised in such a way.

“‘As a reward, I prepared a gift to compliment Anubis’ gift. A canvas that will store everything ever painted on it, and a set of stencils made by Hephaestus himself! Lastly, one final item in the box alongside Anubis' gift. No one can ever accuse Set of being stingy. I look forward to seeing how cruel and how elegantly you complete your future tasks, Serpent.’” The letter finished with only four words.

“‘Do Not Disappoint Me.’"

Chloe was left shocked and more than a little nauseous at being complimented for being elegantly cruel, it reminded her too much of how she used to be. But the feeling of dread she felt when seeing he was willing to release plagues for being outsmarted by Chloe outpaced every other emotion. She closed the scroll setting it next to the other, but deep under those feelings she felt an iota of pride for being praised for eliminating such a dangerous threat, even if it hadn’t been entirely on her own. Chloe looked at the box and reached down to slowly open it, her eyes going wide as plates at the contents within.

Inside were two bracelets made entirely of gold and decorated with gems and hieroglyphs engraved into them. Chloe reached down brushing her fingers along one of the bracelets, feeling its smooth metal and gems, almost unreal to her.

"What are these exactly?" Chloe asked quietly, still awestruck by the pure opulence of the pieces of jewelry.

"They're treasure," Naje said quietly. "It took some time before the Gods realized Numinous wielders often don’t have time to support themselves as other mortals do. Can’t have your Chosen Ones starving in the streets like stray dogs," he said as slithered around to Chloe's arm.

"It’s a more subtle way of courting wielders for future tasks,” Chloe raised her brow at that in confusion and both Naje and Haje sighed.

"Gods can be as territorial as they are arrogant. Even though I am a blessing that tells gods of other pantheons you're claimed and which Court has first rights when it comes to submitting tasks to you, sometimes rival gods will try to lure you with promises of greater rewards, or even offer blessings of protection. It has been known to cause some Gods to almost come to blows," Haje explained.

"How oft-" Chloe started to ask before Naje cut her off.

"Often enough to have Zeus and Odin fighting each other. Or Wukong and Hercules about to tear up the heavens over a wager," Naje said with a bit of humor.

"But we can worry about that later. It's better for you to do something and enjoy the day since you've rested for so long," Haje said, slithering away casually, leaving Chloe in thought.

Chloe didn't like the idea that gods were so petty. After all, Gods are meant to be all powerful, right? Chloe huffed, rubbing her forehead with a touch of annoyance before walking to get changed into something for the day.

She settled on an outfit similar to what she used to wear all the time, simply because of a lack of options. Maybe she could sell one of the bracelets and get a more practical wardrobe. She didn’t bother doing more than brushing her hair and leaving it down, and completely skipped makeup altogether. She looked far plainer than she used to but could finally stand looking at herself in the mirror as she nodded with appreciation.

"Ok let's get this day started!" Chloe said, getting her phone out and shooting a text to Sabrina to see if she was free to hang out. She grabbed the bracelets and stashed them in the back of her closet. They were far too valuable to wear around, unless maybe she had to attend a gala of some kind.

She made sure to grab the paints, canvas, and stencils before making her way out the door and making her way towards the elevator shooting a smile at Jean as she did, who visibly sagged with relief at the sight of her up and about.

"I'll be going to the park! Be back later, ok?" Chloe called out to him.

"Be safe, Mademoiselle," Jean responded politely as he recovered.

Chloe entered the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor, hoping to avoid her father and get out quickly. Which thankfully wasn't hard when your father was the mayor. She was able to leave with no interference or distractions but sadly the response from Sabrina made her pause almost in disbelief.

"She's busy…" Chloe pouted as she slowly resumed walking to the park with her items in hand.

"What were you planning to do at the park with her?" Naje communicated through the bond.

"I don't know. Maybe chat, actually learn stuff about her, and be a better friend while knocking off the rust from my past life. See if I can still paint as well as I can somewhat recall?" Chloe responded looking around at the beautiful buildings and the people making her way through one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

It might seem odd coming from a girl who had been chauffeured most of her life but she loved walking more than driving. She couldn't figure out why but she knew it came from the life she had lived before shedding and she was determined to fill in all the missing pieces of that life.

After a while she finally reached the park, feeling enlived by the sounds of laughter and seeing people playing and running around having fun. Chloe looked around before heading over to a nice spot that gave her a good view of everything.

"Okay Chloe, time to see if you can still do this,” She breathed softly after setting up the canvas, her paints and stencils. She looked nervously at the canvas, taking a deep breath and beginning to sketch out random things around her. The weather, a child running around, a bird in a tree, or a roller skater going past the fountain. Soon, Chloe lost herself in drawing, starting to just draw things she could think of, focusing on small things she could remember, vague impressions of people she met as she was sketching faces that she knew but couldn't name well. The exception was Roman and his smile. As she began the next sketch she dug deep, getting the impression of something more.

—--

"So what's this book series about?" Chloe was asking, looking up from the strange books to the blurry impressions that could maybe her students.

"Well, we don't wanna spoil anything, just read these two sets and tell us which you prefer. We can go from there." The voice that came from a figure that had a southern tone thicker than Roman’s and spoke far more excited than she could ever remember Roman being.

"She's gonna pick our set, you redneck." That voice sounded female with an Asian accent, Japanese if Chloe were to guess.

"Stuff it you rice-"

"Hey, be polite or I'm not reading either sets! I agreed to try this hobby if you all were at your best, remember?" Chloe responded with a stern tone.

"Yes ma'am," the class responded as one.

"Good. Now, I'll give them a read but there's no promise I'll enjoy either of them, ok? Especially with titles like Galaxy in Flames and Sons of the Forest."

Chloe’s confusion was palpable even hearing those names.

"But I'll try. For now class is dismissed. I'll see you all at the event tomorrow, ok?"

The class all agreed and began to file out. Leaving Chloe to turn her attention to the blurry books, their covers finally coming into focus.

—--

"Hey, earth to Chloe!!!" And with that, Chloe was brought out of the memory, jumping and looking around in confusion. She raised her stencil like a dagger momentarily before quickly shoving her hands into her lap and tried not to blush with embarrassment.

"Man, you must really get into the zone when you're drawing."

Chloe looked towards the voice and found Alix waving at her with a grin. The short red head was sitting beside Chloe with her legs crossed and very close for that matter. She closed what little distance there was between them as she shifted her attention to Chloe’s canvas, "And I gotta say those drawings ain't half bad."

Chloe turned from Alix back to her canvas and saw that she had drawn a myriad of images. Most of them were Roman with different expressions but there were some teens she didn't recognize down in one corner, and finally a man with a stern gaze but a soft smile up in the top right corner. Both Roman and this man brought a strange warmth to her chest and a smile to her face.

"So is that guy an actor or someone you know? Cause you drew him a lot," Alix asked, pointing to Roman before she smirked slyly. “Does Ms Bougie Bourgeois have a crush?”

“What?!” Chloe nearly shrieked as she leapt to her feet. As fond as she felt about Roman in the memories she could recall, the idea of it being anything more felt…wrong.

“No! He’s…” Chloe struggled to come up with an answer that wasn’t an outright lie.

“Relax, Chloe, I was just messing with you,” Alix said as she sat back with a sigh. “Who’d have thought I’d find Chloe Bourgeois behaving like a normal girl?”

“Who says I’m not acting normal?” Chloe demanded with a stamp of her foot.

“Uh, everyone? You know you haven’t threatened to call your daddy on anyone in days?” Alix said as she stood up. Somehow, even though Chloe was much taller, the spunky girl seemed far more imposing as she invaded Chloe’s personal space.

“And you’re bothering me why?” Chloe asked as she tried to draw herself up even as she cringed internally for sounding like how she used to. Why was Alix making her feel so defensive?

“Because I want to know what’s with the sudden change. You tried to take on a freakin’ Akuma and not because it messed up your outfit,” Alix said, her lip curling in nearly a sneer.

“Well, I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing,” Chloe sniffed dismissively.

“You mean like you normally do? You show up acting weird one day, nearly get killed trying to help, start acting like you’re a different, better person, and then you disappear for two days. Most of us didn’t even know you were sick until Marinette spoke up saying she saw you looking horrible. So yeah Chloe, I’m asking what’s happened to you,” Alix as she crossed her arms as if she were daring Chloe to try to get her to budge from her mission.

“It’s complicated and really none of your business,” Chloe said through grit teeth, starting to regret trying to enjoy herself in public. She could have painted just fine on her patio back at the hotel.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Chloe, I’m making it my business. So do tell, what’s so complicated that it made you wanna change so bad?” Alix asked as she leaned in once more

Chloe bit her lip before sighing. Maybe the truth wouldn’t hurt, at least too much. “I just looked in the mirror and realized I kind of hate myself and who I was becoming.” Chloe said it as a joke but the truth behind the words was there and it took all her willpower to meet Alix’s eyes.

The last thing Chloe expected was Alix’s expression to soften as her challenging smirk fell into a frown.

“Sheesh, Chloe, are you ok? Like really?” Alix asked far more gently as she shifted closer incrementally. “Have you talked to anyone about this?”

Chloe blinked at the shift in Alix’s behavior, “Now who’s acting weird?”

“I’m worried about you, you dummy!” Alix snapped, her face flushing nearly to match her hair.

Chloe blinked in confusion, especially as something about the expression on Alix’s face filled her with a dizzying sense of deja vu.

“Whoa, Chloe!” Alix cried out as she lunged forward and caught Chloe as she began to sway on her feet. “Seriously, are you ok?”

Chloe gave her head a shake before looking at the way Alix was holding her, making the pair of them look like the oddest romance novel cover. It made her cheeks burn crimson and she quickly pulled away from the skater girl.

“I’m fine. I think I just need to eat something,” Chloe said as she brushed her hair from her face.

“Well in that case, I think the cavalry has arrived,” Alix said with a nod.

Chloe turned to face the direction Alix was looking and found Marinette approaching with a picnic basket in hand.

Marinette slowed as she neared the two of them and stood some ways off awkwardly.

“Hi Alix, Chloe. Nice to see you two. I’m happy to see you’re feeling better, Chloe. Care to join me for lunch?” Marinette said somewhat stiffly, forcing a smile.

Alix seemed to pick up the fact that Marinette’s attention was focused solely on Chloe and shrugged. “I’ll pass, but thanks for the offer, Marinette. I’ve been sitting around long enough.”

Before Alix left, she dropped her voice so only Chloe could hear her, “It seems like someone is Miss Popular for real, for once.”

Chloe started and looked after Alix, both mystified by the girl’s behavior and wanting her to stay so she wouldn’t have to talk to Marinette. She stopped herself from calling out to Alix at the last moment, it would be cowardly to use someone as a shield for a conversation that was going to happen sooner or later.

“Is there actually food in there?” Chloe asked as she turned back to Marinette.

“Of course, and lots of it. Tiki told me about how taxing Numinous healing can be. You need your strength after two days of sleeping,” Marinette said as she laid out a blanket and began setting out food. Despite how calmly she spoke, Chloe could sense Marinette was coiled tight like a spring.

“So Tiki knows about Naje and Haje?” Chloe asked softly as she watched Marinette set the food down. Honestly, for once she could empathize with Marinette, it felt like Naje and Haje were preparing to strike and it made every muscle in her body ache with tension. She had to force herself to settle into a cross-legged position.

“She does, and about how someone can become a Numinous wielder, especially the snakes of truth,” Marinette said as she poured a glass of tea and held it out to Chloe.

“Judges of Truth!” came a tiny duo of hisses from Chloe’s lap as Haje and Naje glared at Marinette.

“Oh put a sock in it, you two!” came a small voice from the picnic basket as the lid lifted to reveal a creature Chloe had once mistaken for a keychain decoration.

“Tiki!” Marinette whispered fiercely, glancing at the kwami out of the corner of her eye.

“Sorry, Marinette,” Tiki mumbled before sinking out of sight.

“Glad to see I’m not the only one who has trouble keeping theirs in line,” Chloe muttered, sharing a look of genuine amusement with Marinette before glancing down at Haje and Naje. “You two keep quiet. This is a conversation between humans.”

“Fine, but if she attempts anything, our poisons work just as well in any form,” Haje replied before he and Naje coiled into a tight bundle in Chloe’s lap, staying on guard.

“I’m sorry about that, Marinette,” Chloe said as she finally reached out to take the tea. “I’m guessing you have a whole speech planned out?”

“I’ve got several, each based on how hostile you might be, but I wasn’t expecting this so I’ll just try to speak plainly,” Marinette said as she continued acting as hostess and served Chloe several specialty macarons. “I think you should give up this Numinous artifact.”

Chloe paused with a macaron raised halfway to her mouth, fixing Marinette with a flat stare.

“Tiki has told me all about her encounters with the previous wielders. One of these people killed a user of the Ladybug Miraculous because she dared to save a woman’s life! I don’t know how long you’ve had this Numinous but it can’t be a coincidence that you’ve made such amazing changes recently. What if you’re told to come after me, to…kill me? Would you really undo all of this wonderful progress just to keep these powers?”

Chloe sat quietly until the end, at which point she nearly exploded. Fortunately, she had the presence of mind to keep her rage to a harsh whisper, “It is because of these powers that I’ve been able to change, Marinette. You have no idea what I’ve been through and I won’t have you talk down to me because you’re afraid we might end up on opposite sides. In case you’ve forgotten, Miraculous wearers aren’t perfect or does Hawkmoth not count for some reason?”

Marinette drew in on herself at Chloe’s word, her hands clenching her knees. Rather than continue the argument, Marinette took a deep breath and let it out slowly before looking up at Chloe.

“How did you know I was Ladybug? I’ve worked very hard to keep that secret,” Marinette said, unable to keep a hint of fear from her voice that clearly said, ‘If Chloe could find out my secret identity, then anyone could.’

Chloe nibbled her lip hesitantly. She certainly wasn’t going to tell Marinette the whole story.

“Let’s just say that after what I’ve been through, I’m not the same Chloe that you used to know,” Chloe said softly as she stared into her cup of tea. Her gaze shifted to the uneaten macaron in her hand. “And to that end, there’s one other thing I have to say to you.”

Chloe drew herself up and couldn’t help noticing that Marinette tensed in anticipation.

“I’ve apologized to Sabrina and Adrien for being a bad friend, but the person I have to apologize to most of all is you, Marinette,” Chloe said, not feeling the same heartache she had when talking to Adrien and Sabrina, but still feeling her stomach jump nervously as she spoke. “You never deserved any of the cruel or spiteful things I put you through and I’m sorry for every mean, rude, or hurtful thing I’ve ever said or done. I’m not saying this to try to convince you to trust me as a wielder of a Numinous. As I said the other night, I’d rather we stay out of each other’s way in that regard.”

Marinette stared in shock, nearly dropping her own plate of macarons before catching them from slipping off. As she recovered and straightened up again, she couldn’t help whispering almost to herself, “Are you really Chloe?”

Chloe couldn’t help smiling at the shocked expression on Marinette’s face, “Don’t ruin the moment, baker girl.”

That seemed to convince Marinette and she smiled softly before nodding and turning her focus to the meal again. They ate in relative silence for a while before Tiki whispered something to Marinette as she bent towards the basket that made the girl start.

“Uhm, Chloe, this might be a bit personal, but those scars, on your stomach, where did they come from?” Marinette asked, either nervous or feeling second hand embarrassment at remembering how little Chloe’s hero outfit covered.

‘Like she has room to talk,” Chloe thought, ‘Her Ladybug outfit is practically skintight! I should know, I used to run around in one playing pretend.’

“I’d rather not talk about it, but I’ll say it has everything to do with how I came to be Haje and Naje’s wielder,” Chloe said, reaching down to run her knuckle along the snake’s body.

Marinette nodded though she looked as if she wanted to ask more questions. Perhaps she would have but at that moment several voices called out in greeting. Alya, Nino and several other classmates were making their way over.

“This talk was…nice,” Chloe said before she downed the last of her tea, “but I should get going.”

“Chloe, wait, you don’t have to go,” Marinette said as she turned back from waving to the others.

“We might still end up enemies,” Chloe said somberly. “I’d rather not make things more awkward if necessary.”

“WHOOPS!” Another voice shouted, causing Chloe and Marinette to turn towards it. Chloe grunted as Alix bowled into her, sending them both sprawling with Alix laying atop Chloe.

“What’s the big idea?” Chloe demanded with a groan.

“Sorry, Chloe, had to avoid a stick someone left on the path,” Alix said as she pushed herself up, looming over Chloe in a way that made Chloe’s cheeks warm. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No-” Chloe started to say before Alix cut her off.

“No sense in taking any chances? I couldn’t agree more. Why don’t we both rest here for a bit and enjoy some of Marinette’s delicious snacks,” Alix said in a rush before easing herself down beside Chloe.

Chloe would have snapped at Alix but the others finally reached them and then it was a flurry of conversation, including several people commenting on Chloe’s canvas. Before Chloe knew it, she was thoroughly ensconced by the others, with Alix practically sidled up right against her.

“We both know you’re too good a skater to have crashed from a stupid stick,” Chloe whispered so only Alix could hear.

“Does that mean you watch me skate that often?” Alix shot back without hesitation, glancing at Chloe with a smirk that left Chloe speechless for the rest of the picnic.

Edited and co-written by GrayNeko

#chloe bourgeois #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fandom #story #writing

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ajpendragon · 8 months

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As I was looking through the art from @followthepaintbrush for the Tagminibang, I found this picture. While I did eventually settle on something different, (mostly because I knew I wanted to write something longer, and this was only going to be short) I did still end up writing this. And then I saw the picture again today and it reminded me that I never posted it. So, here it is. Based off of this post...

I hope it lives up to the art!

Home.

He was finally going home.

He understood why Scott had pulled him down. He really did. He was just as aware as his older brother of the effects of excessive G-forces on the human body. Maybe even more so. Scott may have been a fighter pilot, but John was a NASA-trained astronaut. He knew exactly what could happen with those kinds of forces. He had experienced some of it before. But that didn’t mean he had to like being grounded. He hated being stuck on the land, the restraint of earth’s gravity an anchor on his body, forcing him to remain. The freedom of space was his home now, a home he had dreamed of since he was a kid. Passing his astronaut training had been the first step, and the creation of Thunderbird 5 had sealed his fate. He was an astronaut now.

That didn’t mean he hated being home. Although he never minded the solitude of space, especially since EOS had joined him, it was nice to spend some time with his brothers in person. Virgil’s music sounded just that much better without the slight delay of the communication relay. Scott’s eyes were just a little more blue, and if the worry in them eased slightly whenever he laid eyes on his brother, that in itself was enough recompense for his forced downtime. It was a lot easier for Gordon to prank him with him being on the ground, though, and after spending hours last night trying to clean glitter out of his hair, he was ready for the relative safety of space.

He flexed his muscles. He had barely been able to get out of bed for days when he had first come down, the pain from broken ribs combined with soreness from crushed muscles leaving him weak. But as the time passed, he was up, moving about as much as possible, hoping to speed up his return home. The ribs were healed. The soreness had passed. He was fit again. Virgil had run him through every test he could think of, and a few that John was pretty sure he had just made up, and John had passed with flying colors. With a medical clearance from Virgil, even Scott had run out of ways to keep his brother on the ground. With a click, the elevator docked, and he stepped out into the gravity ring. “Welcome home, John.” EOS said.

John walked to the window, staring out at the vastness of space. “It’s good to be home.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #john tracy

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ahungeringknife · 6 months

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365: May 22

Alex poked his head into Saint and Osiris' apartment. Saint was gone but Osiris was in. He wasn't wearing his normal regalia and was pacing back and forth in the living room holding his bearded chin, face set in a thoughtful scowl. Alex recognized the look anywhere. He didn't notice as Alex and Alshain slipped inside and stood by the door, closing it silently.

They stood there for a few minutes waiting to be acknowledged. It wasn't the first, or be the last time, that Osiris took a while to acknowledge them. Finally Alshain made a short static noise out of his voice box. Osiris didn't startle but he did stop and turn and look at them, his dark eyes focused. "Took you long enough," he said.

"We've been here five minutes waiting on you," Alshain said, leaning on Alex in a relaxed curve of his metal spine.

"What's up, boss?" Alex asked

Osiris' hands flexed uselessly, her eyes narrowing in frustration, anger maybe? "You boys trust me, don't you?"

"Of course," Alex said.

"Even... after Savathun?"

"That wasn't you," Alshain said.

"Would we have let ourselves get banished on your behalf and then spent two centuries as outcasts if we didn't trust you?" Alex asked him back. "We never doubted, even when you faltered. Don't doubt us now."

Osiris' face smoothed out slightly, softening. "Good. Then I need you to do something for me that by every measure is an impossibility."

"Oh so back to the normal stuff we did and not just walking behind Crow making sure he doesn't fall over?" Alshain asked, getting off Alex to walk over to Osiris, all swagger and bravado in his long cloak. "And keeping him out of trouble," he added with a scoff.

"I need you to find something that is hidden so well our scans can't pick it up. The Legion cannot find it. The Hidden cannot find it. But I know its' there."

"What?" Alex asked joining her brother in front of Osiris.

"Must be a real bag," Alshain said casually.

"A city. Hidden on Neptune. A city full of humans. A city Savathun-- I remember." He turned away from them, putting a hand to his temple and the side of his face. "I remember some of her thoughts," he whispered, caught by a vision or some mania. They'd seen it before. This didn't even move the needle on the weird shit they'd seen Osiris do. "Some of her plans," and it graveled his voice. "She knew there was a city on Neptune," he looked at them both, speaking up. "But no one can find it."

"Boss I appreciate you blowing smoke up my ass as much as the next guy but how do you suppose we find something not the Legion or the Hidden could find? We're just two Hunters," Alshain said with a frown.

"Because I trust you. And you've never let me down," Osiris said in as kind and gentle way he could manage but it was still tinged with his mania about this city. "I've asked Ikora to spend more resources for it, I even spoke to Xander-

"Wow you even asked Nightjar something nicely?" Alex teased.

Osiris scowled at him. "Ikora doesn't trust me," he said and started pacing again. "She blames herself for letting Savathun so close but in this doubt she doubts me. And Xander said he's keeping the bounty open and I get updated on it every few days. They've found nothing. Just nothing. But that's impossible! There is something! There is. Something!" he cried, looking at them both, desperate for them to believe him.

"Okay," Alshain said casually. "We'll look for the city. And if we don't find it what do you want us to do?"

"Keep looking. Until you've mapped and scanned every inch of Neptune I won't be satisfied."

"Uhhhg, that sounds so boring," Alshain groaned, leaning back, arms limp at his side. He looked over at Alex, "You think Bracius would give us a bigger ship?"

"For what? I am not sharing a ship with you and Fletcher. I refuse. Bad enough you used to bring him to our apartment," he made a gagging noise despite not having a mouth.

"We could bring Nissa too," Alshain said. "She's smart. She'd figure out a way to scan every inch of Neptune in a reasonable time," he said thoughtfully.

"If Nissa is coming then we are getting our own ship and you can share with Fletcher all on your own."

"You just miss her licking your face-

"You literally talk about Fletcher's dick during ops I don't want to hear it!"

"Boys," Osiris said before they could start punching each other. It was a near thing. Alex loved his brother. He really did but no one triggered Alex's 'punch you in the face' response quite like Alshain did. "No bickering. I know you both have your own ships. Figure it out."

"Nah. Alshain crashed his. Probably because he was thinking about Titan ass," Alex said in his best sneer voice.

Osiris pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes closed when Alshain punched his arm so hard it dented the metal. "Speak with Bracius about a second ship. If not I will pull a favor with Amanda so four people don't have to be crammed into a jumpship," he sighed.

"Sounds great! We'll be in contact," Alshain said cheerfully. "We'll get out shit together and head out to Neptune as soon as possible."

"Good. Now get out of my hair- yes I know," he added when both of them rubbed their own bald metal heads indicating Osiris had no hair. They giggled between each other before bundling back out of Osiris and Saint's apartment.

#365 #writeblr #writblr #fanfiction #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #Osiris #Destiny Osiris

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honey-milk-depresso · 2 years

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Tell me how much you despise trey *pen and paper out*

I DEFINITELY DONT LIKE HIM-

EW YES- I WILL TYPE PURE HATE- MOST DEFINTELY- NO ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR HIM WHATSOEVER-

**Here is where my ramblings never cease

He's selfless for the sake of not getting into trouble ALTHOUGH he's genuinely caring (in a way) for his family like during his Starry Night lines of how he gave all his pocket money for his little brother in order for him to buy a Magift ticket to fulfil his wish, and I'm VERY SURE he wanted his best friend Riddle to enjoy the famous store bought strawberry tarts because Riddle always wanted those when he was younger,

and it's IRRITATING that he's not giving time for himself or doing something and dare hides it professionally with good sounding excuses to cover up he is indeed genuine (most of the time) and I HATE HIM FOR THAT-

He's NOT a normal, nice guy. He's sadistic seen in Episode 2 as he wanted Savanaclaw to suffer and I totally didn't scream when I saw him smirked he's shrewd in literally HIS OWN PERSONAL STORY OF YET AGAIN STARRY NIGHT WHERE HE GOT RIDDLE TO BUY HIM A FOOD PROCESSOR- he seems to hide things about himself, like how he always dismisses that he's normal and basic and based in general in everything he does yet he can save Kalim with his excellent broom flying skills, and that's FRICKIN SHIT DJHDJHD- I'M NOT ENTRANCED BY HIS HINTING ENIGMA SELF-

He may be flexible and all, saving everyone's asses before Riddle can "Off their heads" countless of times like in his Ceremonial Robes personal story, or his Dorm Uniform personal story, I'm sure he's very tired, and that's annoying because GO TAKE A FRICKIN BREAK YOU IDIOT- YOU MORON- I WILL TUCK YOU IN AND YOU WILL SHUT UP DHKDHDK-

T*ey still brings his big brother energy even to NRC it's cringe. No I wasn't smiling like an idiot during his School Uniform personal story where he brushes Deuce's teeth like how he does with his siblings,

and no I'm not attracted to his dental care obsession and think it's cute he also does that with Sebek and geeks out about his father who's a dentist during the Endless Halloween storyline, no I didn't-

T*ey little glasses story in his Halloween Costume personal story while chatting with stupid A*ul about how he talks about his family and their opinions on his glasses, and how he alters his glasses because of how they felt when he wore each one of them showing his hints of him being genuinely caring and loving to his family even if it's just a small thing, and he's just so annoying oh my god, I can just kiss smack his face with my lips so hard right now-

He's a sweet tooth mf and I totally am not and wish that we can both indulge in sweet things together and he can brush my teeth defintely not-

T*ey is a horrible flirter and compare people's eyes to grapes which I totally don't find that cute, not at all, I hate him, god- I will kiss him so badly-

OH- and his perseverance and dedication to perfect a dish since young through his Birthday Suit Up interview of how he tried to bake his first batch of cookies and failed but tried again and again, and he still does, and his willingness and determination to learn something through an extra mile like how he was a damn idiot and attend the Apprentice Chef Class to learn how to teach others cooking. YOU CAN JUST GOOGLE IT, BUT HE WANTS TO LEARN THAT BADLY-

ALSO- THAT CAN TRANSLATE THAT HE'S SOMEONE WHO LEARNS BEST HANDS ON AND THROUGH EXPERIENCE WHICH IS ALSO WHY HIS BEST SUBJECT IS ALCHEMY BECAUSE IT'S HANDS ON AND REQUIRES MIXING POTIONS AND SHIT AND ALL THAT PRACTICAL STUFF I CAN'T DO SO STOP FLEXING T*EY I SUCK AT CHEMISTRY-

GOD I HATE HIM SO MUCH, ALL HIS TRIVIAL DETAILS OF HIS CHARACTER DOESN'T MAKE ME FIND HIM CUTE AND ATTRACTIVE, NOTHING LIKE THAT AT ALL-

HE'S NOT BORING THOUGH BUT I STILL DON'T LIKE HIM- NO WAY-

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I have so many thoughts about S2 Ep 8

• Steven: “you still feeling confident about…you know, the plan?”

Conrad: “What? You mean Plan Belly?”

Steven: “Do not remind me who this is about but as an abstract concept, shoot your shot, man.”

This is very confusing to me bc Steven was so supportive of Conrad getting back with Belly in episode 7 but now he’s a little bit uncomfortable with the idea of him shooting his shot with his sister??? Make up your damn mind, Steven Conklin, do you genuinely care about your sister or not?

• I think it’s so funny that Conrad sees Belly and Jeremiah kissing RIGHT AFTER his phone call with Steven, it’s almost like he jinxed it🤣

• Okay, after rewatching episode 7 there’s no way Jeremiah can be blamed for knowing that Conrad still loved Belly because he didn’t know! In episode 7 when they talked alone by the beach all that Conrad told him about Belly was that things were good between them and they’re friends now, he didn’t tell him that he still had feelings for Belly and I don’t think Jeremiah would have kissed Belly if he knew that Conrad still loved her because he’s his brother and he doesn’t want to hurt him so when Belly told him she wanted to be with him it’s fair to say that Jeremiah didn’t feel any guilt about kissing her in the moment because he didn’t know that Conrad still loved her! Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk🙇‍♀️

• “Last night I tried to talk to you about all of this, about how I’ve been feeling.” Confirmation that in the last episode Belly was in fact going to tell Conrad that she’s been having feelings for Jeremiah.

• Conrad was such an asshole omg. Not him accusing Belly of kissing Jeremiah to make him jealous💀 It was never about you, you little piss baby, and it’s never going to be about you (hopefully) ever again! “Stop chasing after me and go be with Jere” bitch, she is not “chasing after you”, she is trying to explain things to you because she cares about you as a friend and didn’t mean for you to see her kissing your brother🙄

• Conrad’s roommate talking about how attractive Jeremiah is was so funny and real😭

• From the obnoxious humming and tapping to flexing how much he knew about Belly to bothering Belly and Jere about how long they’ve been together to trying to make Jere look bad by mentioning the number of people he’s “hooked up with” in the past Conrad wasn’t funny, he was annoying and a dickhead. “Belly you’re gonna throw up if you keep reading that” “Well I don’t know if you knew this but, um, Belly gets motion sickness when she reads in cars. Did you know that?” “My sweatshirt looks really good on you, Bells.” “So you guys went to Finch, huh? That sounds like a nice little romantic excursion.” “I was gonna get you a Stanford one [sweater] ‘cause I, you know, Finch is fun.” “So tell me, how long has this thing been going on? All week?” “Oh my god, so that was your first kiss. No, no, no, no. ‘Cause Bells, what did you say to me last summer on the beach? You said it was ‘a few times.’ ‘Few’ usually means, what, three? Four? How many times was it last summer, guys? Oh come on. Hm, discretion. I like that, that looks good on you, Jere, ‘cause that’s a new thing. That’s a very new thing.” “I mean, ‘cause normally you can’t shut the fuck up about how many people you’ve hooked up with because last year, I remember, it was seven. And that’s not even including Belly.” “I just have one more question, I’m sorry guys. Belly, which one of us is a better kisser, me or him?” “The world may never know.” “I changed my vote, Hangry Belly is a natural disaster that I think we might want to avoid.” “Don’t waste your money, buddy, she likes these better. “Not to Belly. She think Swedish fish tastes like candles. She likes sour.” “I tried to warn him.” “Relax you big fucking baby. I’m just messing with you.”

I hate how the Conrad stans are saying that he was so funny or so sassy in this episode when he was literally an asshole, acting like he knew more about Belly than Jere does and he deserves to be with Belly because of that.

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Side note: I hate how the characters use the words “hooked up with” to mean that they made out with someone for a while bc that’s not what hooking up means at all and it might just be the writers who have no idea what hooking up means bc hooking up means actually having sex w/ someone, not just making out with them🙄🤦‍♀️ I’m specifically referring to the episode in season 1 where I think Conrad tells Jeremiah that he “saw him hooking up with a guy” and it is shown on screen that he was just making out with a guy and I guess I’m also referring to this episode as well bc I’ll never know if these characters are using the words “hooking up” correctly.

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• And him making those comments in the car was such a dick move like, I genuinely don’t care about his feelings, but looking at it as objectively as I can, his feelings are valid but he shouldn’t have taken it out on Belly and Jeremiah like that; he has a right to be mad, betrayed, whatever but he shouldn’t have acted like that. Him basically flexing how he knew everything about Belly was just…shut the fuck up.

• The passive aggressive language that Conrad was using in this episode was so infuriating. “I promised Laurel I’d get Belly home”, “I don’t think I trust myself behind the wheel right now. I didn’t get much sleep last night. Relax.”

• I fucking hate that Steven acknowledges that Conrad did break Belly’s heart and then says “But Jeremiah doesn’t challenge her, Belly’s deeper than a lot of people give her credit for. She needs someone who sees all the amazing complex things about her.” If “challenging her” means giving something and then taking it away then Belly should not be challenged, she should be given love and not have it taken away again. If knowing the reason behind why Belly prefers Sour Patch Kids over Swedish Fish is complex then it’s very easy to learn that as Jeremiah spends more time with her.

• I KNEW THAT THERE WAS GONNA BE ONLY ONE BED IN THE MOTEL ROOM I CALLED IT

• Belly’s inner thoughts saying “I can't even be mad at him, because this is who he is. This is who he's always been. He never lied about that. He gives and then he takes away.” Reminds me of 2 Taylor Swift lyrics from 2 different songs, “Well maybe it’s me and my blind optimism to blame // Or maybe it’s you and your sick need // To give love them take it away” from Dear John and “People like you always want back the love they gave away // And people like me wanna believe you when you say you’ve changed // The more I think about it now the less I know // All I know is that you drive us off the road” from AYHTDWS

• I LOVED that Belly was just absolutely drained of romantic feelings for Conrad, “I evict you from my heart” AND THEN EXILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT STARTED PLAYING YESSS!!!! That is the only Taylor Swift song in this whole show that I was excited for it playing during a scene with Conrad and Belly, like finally a Taylor Swift song that accurately represents them!!!

• I’M SO HAPPY THAT JEREMIAH AND BELLY ARE TOGETHER FROM NOW ON AND I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THEM BEING AN OFFICIAL COUPLE IN THE NEXT SEASON!!! It was so cute to see Jeremiah supporting Belly while she played her first volleyball game after getting back on her team.

• It didn’t sit right with me that Susannah told Belly to look after Conrad and be there for him right after they broke up, like yeah he’s suffering because his mom is dying but Belly needs to look after herself, too, she needed to take some time for herself to get over the breakup and also deal with Susannah dying, she should’ve asked Jere to be there for Conrad because that would be a lot easier since he’s his brother.

• Milo’s diss track on Steven was so funny and it actually kinda slapped but putting that scene right after the flashback of Susannah was criminal😭

• I’m still gonna remain feeling iffy and almost disinterested in Staylor because of how they got together and Steven pursuing her while she was still in a relationship but maybe they’ll grow on me eventually.

• This show has made me realize that I hate when characters in the show talk about couples like the fans of the shows do: using the ship names and saying they’re Team Conrad or Jeremiah. I watched Riverdale and it only slightly bother me at the time but looking back it was just cringey to hear the words Bughead and Varchie come out of the characters’ mouths and it’s weird and cringey to hear the words Jellyfish and Staylor come out of the TSITP characters’ mouths! It was especially bad when Taylor made a stan account for Belly and Jeremiah in season 1💀

Writers really need to stop doing this, like please don’t make the characters so self aware that they’re almost breaking the fourth wall!

Edit: I forgot to add these

Conrad was a fantasy, Jeremiah is real

#tsitp #tsitp show #tsitp s2 #tsitp season 2 #the summer i turned pretty #anti bonrad #team jeremiah #team jelly #did I use the semicolon right? I never use semicolons bc I don’t know how to use them properly😭#all I know is that you use them instead of a period if you want to continue a sentence #steven conklin #staylor #original post

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