#Just gimme this tiny little pause okay?

[dasloddl]

I want to sleep for like 2 weeks on end without any repercussions and impact on my responsibilities

[ashbub]

study date

donatello (rottmnt) x gn!reader

contents: mild cursing! [3.4k]

You scratched a few answers onto your blank worksheet that was scattered across your desk before you lightly brought the pencil to the end of your lips, eyebrows slightly pursed at the question in front of you. 

Exam season was approaching and you had cramped yourself in your room for the night to start turning in an ungodly amount of assignments. You had a couple of final projects due in a few days. So obviously, you had just started working on it.

Your usually tidy room curdled into nothing but the mess of greeting me–clothes, textbooks, and muddy shoes lay across the floor in knotted clumps. 

Of course, you couldn't chalk it up all to your procrastination. You had been picking up extra shifts at the local cafe you worked at down the street to cover your school tuition. Plus, gathering enough cash for your part of the rent for the apartment you shared with roommates took your time up from focusing on shit.

 The faint light of your laptop propped on your legs illuminated the tip of your scrunched-up nose, the cheap crushed-up coffee cans piling up in the tiny metal trash can by your feet. Bringing your stiffened arms above your head, you stretched as your cramped fingertips wiggled almost giddily in the air- A break was in order.

Picking up the half-eaten sandwich you had brought the other night from your shift, absentmindedly you brought the buttered bread to your mouth. The warm flakes began coating your bottom lip before eagerly scarfing it down as you began chewing, your sleepy eyes drifted hazily across the blaring screen for a possible movie to watch for the rest of the day.

Though, your thoughts often caused you to wander as your chewing slowed, eyes staring at the burning question you had tiredly thrown towards the corner of your desk. You could practically hear the nagging voice of your friend badgering you at the sight of another "missing" grade. 

If a friend was even appropriate to call him, that is.

"Fuck, okay, okay-" You mumbled under your breath into the hoodie you had randomly thrown on for the day, scootching your busted-up laptop closer into the warmth of your lap. Your fingertip grazed over the smooth mousepad, pulling up your recent messages and allowing your cursor to wander curiously over the icon.

'Hey Don, you busy?' You typed out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth for a moment before hesitantly questioning whether or not to hit the 'send' icon.

After a few moments, his icon perked up on your laptop screen.

Bootyyyshaker9000- You watched as the little gray dots bounced on the screen before a message finally appeared.

'No.'

You still found yourself slightly snorting at the name Donnie had selected for himself. Chuckling softly, you began wiping the corner of your smile with the edge of your hoodie sleeve as your fingertips glided over your keyboard for the beginning of a response. 

He seemed almost eager to answer your questions when you met on a random tutoring forum, sending pictures of explanations and step-by-step solutions. Admittedly, though you would never say it to him, you found Donnie rather adorable. Apparently, after searching him up online, Bootyyyshaker9000 was a pretty well-known tutor on the internet and a pretty fucking good one at that.

'C'mon, Donnie, help me with this fucking problem,’ You messaged back in reply, taking a quick swing of your half-empty coffee before adding a pleading, 'please?'

'The addition of a please does little to phase me, I'll have you know, [y/n].' Donnie's dry text bubble emerged while you found yourself scoffing at it. The bolded letters appeared in your inbox as you felt the edges of your sheepish smile at his pause, 'Hold on, gimme a sec, you lil shit, capish?'

You managed to convince Donnie to tutor you after the few exchanges you guys had shared online after waggling some money at the man. Strangely enough, you guys slowly became friends of sorts. Whether he was geeking out over some of his favorite shows or you were spewing complaints over waitressing to him after your long shifts, it didn't matter. Having someone excitedly listen to your deranged mumbles at the end of the day was oddly comforting. 

You would like to think he felt the same way in that sense. You never saw what he looked like after the numerous phone calls you shared, much to your speculation of what he was possibly hiding.

'You need any more help from Mr. Science himself?' His text bubble appeared on your laptop screen as you shuffled to read his reply, squinting at the faint glare of the messages. Donnie had taken a picture of his notebook somewhat awkwardly. He had scribbled at the corner of the page with eraser marks etching his messy penmanship. 

Admiring Donatello's work, you almost didn't catch the quick text he had sent, 'Or might I suggest we watch some movies for the night? Some Jupiter Jim reruns are perfect for a case of procrastination-'

For some reason, a faint warmth flushed your cheeks at the suggestion before shaking it off just as quickly at the thought. 'Whole bunch of work.' You coyly wrote back as you crushed up the caffeinated drink in your hand, eyebrow slightly quirked, 'You know, exam season is gonna hand my ass over to me, Don.'

You could practically hear the cockiness drip from Donnie's snarky tone, 'I might as well take it for you, huh? I bet I could take the exam and ace it from the material you showed me.'

The end of your smile slightly tugged, an itch of confidence taking over as you couldn't help but tease Donnie back, 'Why don't we meet up then if you wanna bet on it?' You suggested. You crane over and reach up toward the end of your desk, curiously as you pat around for the sticky notes from earlier from your studying, pulling them down and cleanly peeling a couple of pages off. 'We can finally meet up, help me out with some of the material and I'll treat you to some of the best pizza slices downtown. C'mon Don, we can even pick up a DVD?'

Though you have never directly asked Donatello to meet in person, he never stayed on the topic whenever you implied it in passing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to assume that he wasn't too fond of the idea personally.

With the two sticky notes, you scribbled down a few doodles and a mental note of a local rental DVD place near your apartment complex, realizing your excuse for hanging out with Donatello was wearing thin, his pause slightly obvious.

'You better be paying serious cash for my services, [y/n].' He finally relented after a few brief moments, his message short in a mocking tone. 'It ain't cheap to hire me for an in-person session, y'know.'  

You crumple up the old sandwich wrapper before tossing it into the waste bin by your desk, the previous crumpled-up study notes and post-it notes sticking from the sides of it. 'See? How hard was that? Thanks, Don Don!' You chuckled tentatively through your final text, your hum soft as you added genuinely to him, 'You are the literal best, you know that?' 

You grin at his theatrics, returning to a half-hearted review of the worksheet you had previously decided to discard for the day and nodding at his last message before closing your cluttered laptop. 

'Ew. Gross, [y/n], fucking disgusting. Get the fuck out of my inbox.'

You fiddled with some of the crumpled-up bills in the space of your coat pocket that you planned to use to treat Donnie to a rented DVD, gently smoothing up the faint wrinkles with the touch of your thumb ever so slightly.

You had slipped on a worn-out coat over your wool sweater you had thrown on for the occasion, the beanie you had nuzzled on your head covering the very tips of your burning ears.

Undoubtedly, you were a bit nervous at the idea of meeting Donnie. True, he had seen you a couple of times through videos you had sent him whenever you went out with friends or found a low-key restaurant hidden away in the city. You both agreed to meet at the local park a few blocks from your place. Your narrowed eyes drifted to the edge of the cloud in the sky where there was a brilliant white patch, like a turning page catching the sun. The rest was dove grey with a subtle hint of purple, just enough to announce the coming sunset, a rare sight to see in the bustling city of New York. 

You tried to look presentable regardless, eagerly switching between different sweaters that had been hung up in your closet untouched for what seemed ages now.

The freshly packed snow crunched beneath your slippers as you let your mellow breath mingle in the air, your apartment keys cool against the bareness of your knuckles. The street lights faintly began glowing a hue over your darkened shadow, the warm pizza slices carefully placed in a paper bag you had just picked up.

Finally settling by a park bench, you leaned against the pole of the streetlight.

Some children were running their last lap around the snowy playground set, tripping before they raced up the slide as their parents tried to convince them to start settling down and head home for the evening. Others took huge bites of their sweet candy apples from the local food trucks that began closing for the night, tossing the remains in a trash bin that lingered with crushed candy wrappers and smothered-out cigarettes. 

"Where are you, Don?" You muttered to yourself while snuggling closer into the warmth of the fuzz of your coat, dragging a lone finger down the screen of your slightly cracked phone before sending him another message in frustration. "Better not have left my ass stranded-"

You bumped into a stiff figure, brushing shoulders briefly as you jolted back a moment. You almost dropped the firmly rolled-up paper baggie you had been tightly clutching into the snow. 

The figure was tall and slightly lanky with an oversized hoodie thrown on and had managed to snag your Bro's Pizza bag from the fate of smacking the pavement. A hood was thrown over his head and a small black mask covered the bottom half of his face. You could make out a thick dark eyebrow slightly raised in confusion and you could have sworn that you heard the faintest ping go off.

"Donnie?" You whispered out, taking one step forward with hesitation in your movement, your thick block of a phone gripped tightly in your hand as your squinted eyes began to meet his, locking for the first time. You were certain that he was your Donatello.

He lowered his mask cautiously just an inch with one curled-up finger, and you began noticing the mossy green tinge to his smooth skin. Or the lack of other two other fingers. His dark almond eyes were framed by a long mauve fabric as he seemingly observed your face, taking imaginary data of your eyes slightly widening or lip ever so slightly pouted.

"Surprised?" Donatello stuffed one of his hands into the pockets of his purple hoodie, his pearly white teeth shining in a somewhat comforting attempt to soften the sudden reveal.

Perhaps you could have replied a bit quicker, but the words remained dryly lodged in the depths of your throat. You had never tried to imagine what Donnie looked like truthfully previously, despite curiosity wanting to do otherwise. You were taken aback, admittedly. Everyone who lived within the proximity of New York knew of the mysterious four guardians that sulked in the shadows of the city. 

Blurry photographs of them had been snapped of turtles racing across rooftops all across the city. Even you, who had just moved to New York a couple of months beforehand had heard tales of the infamous masked heroes.

Snowflakes began fluttering around the both of you. Some of the white flakes had been caught in the soft tuffs of your hair that stuck out from the shelter of your hat, reaching up your fingertips to swipe them away.

"Woah." You finally nodded the only words that seemed to encompass everything you wanted to say in that one moment.

"I kept debating whether to come here or not-" Donnie finally shrugged, loosely fidgeting with the pocket of his hoodie and knowing him long enough, you suspected him twiddling with the keypad of his phone for comfort. "Like generally speaking, could I flat out say, 'yeah [y/n] I'm a giant ass turtle that lives in the sewers and happens to give you tutoring sessions every Sunday afternoon, no biggie.' Cause that always works out." 

His last sentence was mused with sarcasm, scratching the back of his neck before taking an extra glance at the crumpled-out bag that he had managed to snag from you. The grease stains coated the bottom of the paper bag, "Do my senses deceive me? Lou-Mike-Tony-Toney's pizza?" He exclaimed in a fake gasp.

Donatello leaned on the top of the wooden park bench in his usual fashion, diagonally to you. Donnie's broad shoulders had relaxed, one hand twirling one of the rolled-up napkins you had tucked away in a myriad of tricks across his nimble fingers. 

"I remember what you like, Don." You finally retorted back and decided to sit next to the turtle on top of the bench, plucking the bag from his hands with a slight smile. "First one in line for your ass to grab the slice straight outta the oven."

You reached for the flimsy napkin from his clutch, reaching for a thick slice of pepperoni pizza in your hand and carefully folding it. The cheesy goodness hung at the very edge as each pepperoni slice had a little pool of grease within each one. 

"This is all just surprising, Donnie." You clarified with a slight wave of your hand, taking another hot bite of pizza before swallowing it just as quickly to avoid it burning the roof of your mouth. "I mean, the guy I've been getting tutored in biology just so happens to be one of the biggest superheroes in New York all this time?"

 Taking a bite of the hot slice of baked goodness, Donnie also fished out his slice out of the bag, chewing tentatively. There’s no telling if it’s because he’s choosing his words carefully, or still scoping your reaction. Probably both.

"You think I should have told you sooner, perhaps? I mean, I am pretty amazing and one of the most ingenious minds of this generation logically speaking, but still." His tone feigned a bit of fun before the turtle turned to look at you, a faint gleam in his eyes- "I mean, would you have come to still hang out with me if you had known I looked like this?"

Wiping the back of your hands on the ends of your crumpled napkin, a smile toyed on the ends of your lips, "Nah." You lightly chewed on the inside of your cheek while a frown playfully jested across your expression, "Would have probably gone for Mr. Draxum's online cafeteria lasagna lessons instead, seemed like loads of fun." 

Closing your eyes a bit, you took a breath. "Why would you even care, Don?" You hummed out, leaning your head back before glancing at him under your lashes, "You are amazing & crazy smart, you create literal inventions outta nothing, screw what anyone else thinks."

Donnie tilted his head to the side, his tone matter-of-factly, "Perhaps because you mean a lot to me? You are not just anyone, of course I care what you think-" his shoulder brushed against yours, "And you happen to be one of the most strong-willed people I know."

Donnie meticulously peeled off one of the pepperoni slices off his pizza, popping one in his mouth like a peppermint, "And it doesn't help that you are cute to look at y'know."

You looked at Donnie through the corner of your eye, his expression remaining the same. Like to him what he had said was more of a statistic rather than a compliment. Still, taking it as one, you were smiling contently to yourself.

"Cuter than Atomic lass?"

"Ah there, now don't push it." He replied after chewing some of the pizza, Donatello brought a dramatic hand to his forehead, eyebrows scrunched up together in feigned shock that had you snorting behind your cupped hands. "And I'll have you know that Mikey works real hard with Drax to put up top-quality video lessons every Monday! I take offense as I edit them to the pristine shape."

Your nose scrunches up, playful, but you pretend to frown at him while reaching for the last bit of buttery crust of your pizza slice. You’re about to ask him something else when he suddenly pipes up, lanky hands digging through his pockets. “Oh! That’s right before I get distracted-”

Donnie brings out another paper bag of his own, proudly tossing it onto your lap, "Oh ho ho, I have brought a contender for you to try for the best pizza in New York as well!"

Run Of The Mill Pizza was printed in a bolded font on a white paper bag, a skeleton's smile scribbled on his expression, Donnie began his excited ramble, "It is one of the best pizzas in undercity! Delicious! Cheesy goodness! It's- oh fuck it's pineapple." Donnie stopped curtly, peering into the bag himself with a scowl etched across his face.

Tossing the bag back towards you, Donnie relaxed his hands behind his neck before his eyes gleamed knowingly to you. "Don't think that I forgot either, [y/n]. Us turtles have a fantastic memory and I seem to recall a rented Jupiter Jim movie DVD is to be in my possession."

Lifting the wad of crumpled-up fives and ten dollar notes between your two fingers close to his eyes, you smiled smugly. "I have not forgotten, Dona, don't you fret now."

You could have sworn his emerald face flushed a dark shade of pink across his face at your sudden closeness. Just as quickly, his face turned away.

A bit of giggle escaped your lips. The park began thinning out now, only a few people scattered across the grass chatting amongst themselves under the hue of the moon. Dusk had come sooner than expected, the last of the sun's rays cosseted behind a soft grey cloud. The street takes on the look of an old photograph, every familiar thing a shade of grey. Slowly the view fades to blackness and the night begins. Aside from the sound of laughter of couples in the back, the park was quiet. The evening passes in amiable silence as you both admire the city, seemingly content to hear only the faint whistle of the wind and each other's steady breathing.

Softly, your fingertip drifts across the smooth wooden bench before ever so slightly brushing against Donnie's hand. At first, his long finger stiffens at the sudden touch, recoiling back a bit. Taking it as a sign of possible discomfort at the sudden affection, you began moving your hand back before his finger reached out and wrapped firmly around your pinky. 

You didn't turn to look at him. Your shoulders simply brush in the comfort. The bench was the kind of brown that spoke of warmth, the kind that is soft, placid, and welcoming as the night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveal the faint glow of the stars. 

You both had walked under the street lights together as you both arrived together by the rigid concrete front steps of your apartment complex.

Donnie had insisted on walking you home despite your place being only a few minutes away from the park on foot. He had exclaimed in exasperation that it was his duty as your tutor to make sure you arrived safely home after such a “rigorous” study session. You both picked up the DVD together from a local shop, the flimsy plastic bag looped around the turtle's sleeve.

Finally, you climbed up the first few cracked steps to your small home. Donnie took a long glance at you, taking in how bundled up you were in thick cozy layers of your sweater and long coat. 

You both hadn't let go of each other's pinkies after the park.

"Thanks for walking me home, Donnie." You whispered softly in gratitude, his green skin warm mossy shade under the flicker of the dingy streetlight. Your bulky coat had been tightly buttoned up towards the end of the night as your breaths rose with a jocund vibe to greet the wintry cloud, to become a tiny part of warming up the cold.

Your fingertips lightly slipped away from his, his thumb warmly running over your pinky before allowing it to slip away from his familiar grasp.

Your eyes flickered curiously over Donatello once more, admiring how pretty the turtle looked under the milky hue of the moonlight. His dark black eyes revealing faint mingles of chocolate brown.

Donnie's dark eyes softened at the lightness of your voice, remaining still as you gently cupped the side of his face before pressing the smallest peck on the side of his cheek. 

Your lips left a warm flutter on his cheek like a dew freckled petal caught in a breeze, so soft and with the smallest hint of coolness.

His almond eyes widened a bit, growing warm under the graze of your lips before cupping his cheek just as quickly.

You waved a quick goodbye to him, opening the door just before Donnie could open his mouth.

Donnie smiled softly. Though the weekly newspapers blew about the street he paid them no mind. The turtle still thought of it as you headed inside, snow fluttering on his covered shoulders. His hand lingering warmly by where you had kissed him. 

"Oh shit." 

[ashe-smash]

cw: implied gochi x reader, (afab) reader who menstruates, period sex, no mention of birth control or protection, tiny mention of breeding kink kinda ?

A/N: Idk what this is, it’s just been sitting in my drafts for ages and I need it to not be rotting there anymore. It’s not unedited but it’s been sitting around for a while so there may be overlooked mistakes.

Thinking about how Saiyans probably aren’t phased by a little blood during sex when it’s your time of the month.

Specifically thinking about Goku.

You’re curled up in bed waiting for the pain reliever to kick in. Goku comes in, particularly riled up about something- probably coming off the heels of a training session or fight.

Goku’s libido is just as insatiable as his appetite. He’s got all this energy buzzing around inside him and this opportunity is far too perfect to resist to expel it. “Chi said you weren’t feeling well.” He says as he slips into the bed with you.

“Cramps.” You whine. You should protest about him being sweaty but he's all warm as he snuggles up to you. You really can’t bring yourself to complain about it but in your lethargic state, you really can’t bring yourself too.

You’d change the sheets and take a shower after a nap.

His hands are big and warm and feel nice when he kneads your hips and tummy. But you do whine a little when he starts getting a little handsier. Goku wasn’t exactly what you’d call subtle, especially in situations like this.

“We can’t- I’m on my period.“ You squirm, but wriggling out of his hold is a lost cause. Honestly if you weren’t as hazy, you’d have realized he probably already knew that- saiyans have a very sharp sense of smell.

“And?” Goku presses the heel of his palm into your soft stomach.

That makes you pause. Goku isn’t an idiot, but sometimes- unless it involves fighting, some things just slip his mind.

“M bleeding.” You remind him.

Goku shrugs around you. “You really think a little blood bothers me?” Your face wrinkles. Periods are completely normal bodily functions but they’re still… gross. His nose meets your cheek, nudging it. “It’ll make you feel better won’t it?”

You’re eventually bullied onto your front with a pillow under your hips.

(We’ll skip having to remove menstrual products, can you imagine having to explain what a diva cup is to him?)

He certainly wouldn’t mind eating you out either, you’re glad you can’t see him cause it’d be just too embarrassing. Now, I firmly believe Goku eats pussy as eagerly as he eats anything. Blood isn’t going to change that, you’ve seen him eat raw meat before.

He doesn’t stop when you cum either. It’s too much and you have to beg him to move on, not that he needs much convincing to slot himself into you.

You’re so sensitive and the slide of his cock against your walls is so much more. You just have to lay there and take it, but that’s okay because you don’t have that much energy to do so. The pressure of his weight on your hips eases the ache there.

Goku is always a little unintentionally rough. He gets overeager and forgets himself. But you can tell he’s trying to be gentle.

By the time both of you are satisfied and Goku flops down next to you so you can see him again, he looks feral. Blood is smeared on his cheeks, his hands and up his forearms. His pelvis looks like a massacre and based on the stickiness on your thighs, you’d hazard a guess that you look similar.

A cheeky grin cracks over his face before he rolls over closer to you, forcing you into a kiss. You’re tired, too tired to continue to fight him. “You’re so nasty.” You whine.

“Feel better now, sweetie?” Goku pulls your sticky sweaty body to his. He kneads at your hip and tummy best he can with one hand, the other wrapped around you to keep you close.

“Mhm… better but gross…. And tired. We need a bath and then a nap?”

He stretches a little. “Gimme a minute.” You pout at him. It’s not a matter of his stamina, he’s just being a bit lazy. Wants to have you close for a little longer, even if you’re absolutely filthy- and not in the good way. Sticky.

ChiChi would surely scold her husband for staining the bedding, even if technically it was you that caused it. She knows it was only a byproduct of her husband’s meddling, and would never blame you for it. Send you off for a hot bath while she makes him strip the bed for washing.

Goku joins you for round two of course, followed by a snack and the nap after. You won’t admit it aloud, for fear it’ll only encourage him more but you do feel better.

He’ll also tote you around cause you don’t feel good but he will try to steal off your snacks. And lay on you. And joke (you think it’s a joke, he does not) that he can help make your period go away for a while if you let him.

Extra: I think Saiyans know when you’re going to get your period. Just instinctually- they’re all about emotions and the moon and stuff ?

Divider by me (@/ashesmashe)

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thank you for your fics! if you’d like to, could we please get a malcolm fic where malcolm teaches her how to roller skate? definitely not as intensely as hal, but more cutesy just holding hands and dragging her round a car park etc. they can be together already or crushing on each other, up to you legend ❤️❤️

Skating Lesson (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: After finding out that you don’t know how to roller skate, your boyfriend decides to follow in his father’s footsteps and teach you.

A/N: slightly modern au bc malcolm’s streaming music on his phone. Doesn’t really go into detail about the skating bc i also cant really skate lmao

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“Is this really necessary?” You asked, watching Malcolm put tiny cones around the empty courtyard of your old middle school. “We have a roller rink on the other side of town.”

Your boyfriend looked at you, playfully rolling his eyes. “I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed when you inevitably fell on your face in front of everyone there.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You said monotonously. 

“Come on, Y/n. It’ll be fun!” Malcolm sat down at one of the nearby lunch tables and beckoned you over. “You’ll be learning from the master.”

“You didn’t tell me your dad was teaching me how to skate.”

“Fine, you’ll be learning from the son of the master. Now, gimme your foot.”

Malcolm took off your shoe and shoved on one of the rollerskates that he bought you, before setting your foot in his lap so he could securely lace the wheeled shoe. Sure, you could’ve done it yourself, but it was cute watching your boyfriend be so focused while he tied the shoelaces into a bow.

After tying off your other foot, Malcolm put his own skates on and stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take. “Take your time.” He said as you got up, having a death grip on his hand so you wouldn’t fall. Once you were standing up straight, you felt better about your balance. Until Malcolm spoke again. “Okay, come on.”

“What?” You squeaked as he slowly pulled you from the table towards the empty basketball court. You wobbled around, but somehow stayed upright. You weren’t even moving your feet, just letting Malcolm haul you around.

“You’ll be okay, N/n,” Malcolm said reassuringly, now standing in front of you and holding both of your hands in his own. “I got you.”

For the next hour, Malcolm taught you how to skate. After doing pretty well on the basketball court, you went over to the cones to practice weaving. Your legs shook a little, and you kept thinking that you were going to fall on your ass or face. But Malcolm made sure you never did more but wobble, keeping his hands either in yours or on your waist the whole time. And every time you paused your movements, he’d give you a kiss for encouragement.

When you both decided that you were done with the learning, Malcolm whipped out his phone and put a playlist you had made together on shuffle. He made sure the volume was up before putting the device back in his pocket. 

“Maybe now we could go to the roller rink.” You suggested as Malcolm spun you around to Mr. Brightside from The Killers, giggling when he grabbed you before you even had a chance to fall over.

Malcolm hummed, thinking about the idea. “I don’t know.” He said, moving around the courtyard with you. “I kinda like it out here. Just us.” You grinned at the response, letting him pull you against him. You kissed him before he spoke again. “Maybe this could be our ‘thing’ or something.”

You laughed. “Skating around and making out at our old middle school on the weekend.” Malcolm laughed along with you.

“Something like that.”

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

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Kinktober #13: Size Kink

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aurora/Mountain

Summary: Aurora knows what she wants, and what she wants is Mountain.

Contains: Riding, Aurora and Mountain both being super into the other's size, and a stomach bulge

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"Rory, princess, fuck, slow down," Mountain wheezes, unable to tear his eyes away from where her cunt is swallowing him whole. "You are going to hurt yourself, shit."

Aurora pauses, tilting her head at him. She leans forward to brace herself on him, a tiny hand on each pec. "I appreciate the concern, Mounty," she hums, and he can tell she means it. "But I know what I can take."

Mountain throws his head back into the pillows, chewing hard at his lower lip as she continues to take him. He can't look at her or this will be over way too soon; the littlest member of his pack taking his cock while hardly breaking a sweat is affecting him way more than he thought it would. Her brow is furrowed, face focused as she wills her body to relax and accept the intrusion.

Aurora freezes, her breath hitching as she sits down fully on Mountain's hips. "You're huge," she pants, pushing her bubblegum pink hair off of her damp forehead. "Fuck, Mounty, I can feel your fucking pulse."

Mountain grunts, feeling his dick kick against her inner walls. "You can't just say that," he says through gritted teeth. His claws are snagged in the sheets as he tries to hold on to something, to focus on something that isn't how tight Aurora is around his cock.

Aurora throws her head back, breathing deeply through her nose. "Well, it's true," she moans, slipping a dainty hand down to where they meet, rubbing soft circles on her clit. "You're stretching me out so good, shit."

"So fucking little, princess, how do I even fit?" Mountain says. "Tell me when you're ready to move, alright?"

Aurora laughs, a breathless little chuckle that makes Mountain's heart sing as she shakes her head. She wipes the sweat from her brow. "Do you wanna plant your feet?" She asks, leaning down to press her forehead to Mountain's sternum, listening to his racing pulse. "Wanna lean back while I ride you, gimme something to brace myself on."

Mountain groans, the sound rumbling through her like a rockslide. He plants his feet, doing as his princess asked, and Aurora pushes herself up, resting her back against Mountain's thighs as she begins to grind her hips.

"Fuck," she breathes, eyes squeezed shut as her clit brushes against his pubic bone. "Fuck, so full of you."

Mountain can't stop his hips from bucking up, and she squeals as he hits something absolutely devastating deep inside of her. His hand flies up to his mouth, biting down hard on it. The sharp pain and the bright iron taste that floods his senses is enough to distract him from the tight squeeze of her cunt around him.

She goes to rise up on her knees, to start riding him properly, but her thighs shake like branches in a windstorm, and she sinks back down. Aurora whines, throwing her head back. "Mount, please help," she whispers. "I may or may not have bitten off a little more than I can chew."

Mountain swallows his growing desperation, reaching up to cup her face, ignoring the traitorous twitch his cock gives when he sees just how big his hand looks against her head. "You okay, princess?" he asks, smoothing his thumb over her flushed cheek.

She swallows and nods, leaning into his hand and kissing his palm. "I'm good, I am really enjoying this," Aurora whispers, eyes fluttering shut. "Just need a little help. I mean it, Mounty, you're fucking huge."

Mountain chuckles, scooting them up further up the bed so he can prop himself a little more upright. "I'm glad you're still alright. I need you to tell me the moment that changes, okay, princess?"

She nods, moaning softly as the angle changes. Mountain caresses her cheek one more time before bringing both of his hands down to hold her waist gently. "Gonna help you ride me now, princess," he warns, stroking his thumbs against her stomach. He tries to ignore the way his fingers touch against the small of her back.

Aurora whines, hair falling into her face. "Yes, Mounty, please," she says, bracing herself on his knees.

Mountain smiles warmly at her, dragging her slowly up and down his cock. "Shit," he growls, watching her pretty eyes roll back into her skull at the drag. "I've got you, Rory, just enjoy it. You're so small, princess. My hands wrap all the way around your tiny little waist."

She keens, hips jolting as he pushes and pulls her at his whim. It's an easy, gentle pace, but his cock hits every sensitive spot inside of her. "Mounty," she whines, scrabbling at his knees to try and hold on.

"You're okay, sweetheart," Mountain coos, watching her face intently, ready to stop the moment she even begins to look uncomfortable. "Nice and slow. I've got you, just feel good for me. You're so tight, princess."

Aurora's head droops, and she makes a noise like she's been shot as she touches her stomach. Mountain doesn't know what she sees, but feels lightening race up his spine as her cunt clenches hard. "Princess?" he asks, pausing the manhandling, afraid more than anything that he's hurt her. "Princess, what's wrong?"

She looks up at him, eyes wild and lip bitten. "Mounty, I can feel you," she whines.

He grins fondly. "Yeah, I can feel you too," he says, thumb smoothing over her hipbone. "So tight around me."

"No, Mountain," she says, eye contact intense. "I can feel you." She grabs one of his hands, moving it so the flat of his palm rests against her stomach, just above her pubic mound.

Mountain feels the world spin. There's a bulge in her stomach, and when his cock twitches at the thought, he can feel it kick through her skin. "Fuck," he groans, biting his lip hard enough to taste blood. "Rory, please tell me you're close, fuck. That is the hottest thing I think I've ever seen, princess."

She nods, whining in agreement. "Very close, just need a little-" she cuts herself off with a moan, high and reedy.

"Can I fuck up into you?" Mountain asks, voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt you, Rory."

"Fuck me," she nearly growls. "Want it so bad, Mountain, fuck me."

"As you wish, princess," Mountain groans, pistoning his hips up into her. She wails, reaching down to play with her clit again.

"Mounty, gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck," she cries, slumping back against his thighs as he fucks up into her, his dick hitting every sensitive spot inside of her as she frantically rubs her clit.

"Do it, princess, cum with me," he groans, watching her lose her mind on top of him.

Aurora nods, mouth falling open in a silent scream as she cums, needing nothing more than his permission. She spasms, thrashing against his hands as her cunt squeezes down almost painfully around his cock.

It's enough to send Mountain over his own peak, biting his lip so hard his fangs nearly pierce through it as he cums deep inside of her, his vision whiting out for a solid five seconds. "Fuck, Aurora," he moans, licking his bleeding lip. The ghoulette pants on top of him, head tilted back to bare the column of her throat. He reaches up and smooths her hair out of her face. "Are you alright, princess?"

She nods, laughing. "Unholy shit," she giggles. "Don't think I've ever cum that hard before."

"Neither do I," Mountain smiles fondly, running his fingers through her sweaty hair. "You want off? Assuming your thighs still aren't cooperating."

"That'd be nice," she sighs. Mountain nods, pulling her slowly off of his cock, both ghouls groaning at the oversensitivity. He cradles her to his chest, still running his fingers through her hair. "Thank you, Mounty," she whispers, staring up at him with wide green blue eyes. "Can't wait to do it again. How long until you can go again?"

Mountain lets his head fall back against the pillows, laughing incredulously. "I've created a monster," he teases. "You're worse than Dew, I swear."

"You love it," Aurora croons, nudging her opalescent horns against Mountain's curled ram horns.

He sighs, looking at her like she hung the moon. "Yeah, I do."

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Okay one shot idea for Mikey! 🐢🧡💚

Mikey has a crush on reader, but too afraid to say anything. One night rooftop Convo, Mikey confides to reader asking if they think anyone could ever one day find him desirable and sexy, because Donnie has had Vee for so long and most hans they accidentally interact with react mostly to Raph and pay attention to him or Leo. He starts steering the conversation to generalized attraction questions to see what reader thinks and prefers.

Reader really really has it bad for Mikey, but terrified of being too forward to the youngest purehearted innocent brother everyone is protective over and doesn't want to scare him off or make him feel horribly uncomfortable, and tries to keep their answers PG to respect Mikey but fires back with questions of their own trying to feel out Mikey's preferences and stances on things.

Little by little Mikey shows his more risque adult side with his answers and language that takes reader by surprise and attracts them that much harder,

Both of them take forever beating around the bush with their answers cause their both terrified of coming forward to each other but they start bonding more and more until reader finally gets bold and makes the first move - but in a very classy and respectful way - toward Mikey, melting Mikey's heart and having him square up at full height standing over reader and giving the moves back like a gentlemen but in a very Mikey way - being goofy, but still manly.

Reader confesses to what about Mikey they find as a thirst trap, why (to booster his believing them after so much self-insecurity) , and how long they've been thirsting for him.

Sorry it's so long XD. I hope it's not over done. I'm bad at asks. Lolol

You wrote a novel of an ask, but because you're the dear sweet Ravn, I'll gladly write that up for you 🧡🧡🧡 awuwuwuwuwuwuwu

it’s gonna be a bit more sfw than what was asked for, but simply because I let this small fic take the lead and it’s just so wholesome~

Someone Like You (Mikey x F!Reader)

(Mentions of my OC, Vee)

He asked you to meet him on top of an old, vacant apartment building, the flat roof overlooking a somewhat calmer part of the city. Those little escapades were not too uncommon for the terrapin to propose, but were often the promise of discussions that would lead until late into the night. Speaking with him was easy, and Mikey had found that same comfort over time in confiding to you as well. It wasn’t much, but felt needed - considering the life his family and he were living.

You heard a ‘thud’ and a roll, soon enough Mikey’s frame popping right next to you with a bright smile and slightly panting.

“Parkour!” he simply declared with a quick chuckle.

“Show-off,” you teased back with a gentle slap on his shoulder.

In no time you were both seated by the edge of the roof, feet dangling in the open and watching any cars, pedestrians, or anything of the like go by. Whether it was to compliment any aspects of them or creating outlandish stories, that activity often brought the two of you into a laughing fit, and even for you to lock your arm around his, head resting against his shoulder. It was a small gesture, but the sweetness of it would bring that tiny squeeze in Mikey’s heart; one that was more akin to sadness than joy. He paused, gaze lost on the horizon - but most frankly because he didn’t want to look at you while he was speaking next:

“Hey, uh... do you think I’d ever find someone interested in me?”

You looked up to him, arching a brow.

“Where’s that question coming from?”

He lightly shrugged: “I dunno... I’ve just been thinking about some stuff lately. Everything’s just so mixed up and messed up.”

“Aight, what’s up, coconut? Gimme the deets.”

The ghost of a smile crossed his lips, somehow feeling a bit more relaxed and open.

“Meeting people is not really something my brothers and I will get the chance to do often. ... I mean, Donnie got lucky with Vee; two dorks in a pod. And have you seen Raph and Leo? Those two could probably get swarms of people adoring them if we were out in the open.”

“What’s different for you then?”

“I’m the stupid baby brother,” he sighed sharply. “... I know I’m not the tallest, not the handsomest, not the strongest, not the whatever-est! ... I’m just that goofy mutant people will choose last.”

“Woah, woah, woahh,” you stopped him, your frown now formed. “Says who?”

Mikey’s thoughts raced, trying to think of a good answer, broadly gesturing the scenery before them.

“Fuck if I know! The world? Beauty standards? Hollywood? Humanity? Y’know what I mean? We’re not really the most normal choice for any human being.”

“And yet you have Vee with Donatello. Isn’t that proof that you might be wrong?”

The terrapin’s stature slumped a little: “Yeah but Donnie’s smart. That’s already better than me.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you tsked, somehow feeling powerless against any and all of his excuses.

That brought a silence in the conversation, the tension weighing on you both a little. That pause did bring an idea to Mikey’s mind, looking back at you with a shy smile, trying to ease the mood.

“Hey, you’re a human-” that made you snort a little. “-What’s your preferences in terms of partner? Maybe that’ll help me figure out what I need to aim for so I can woo the ladies.”

Your features were now relaxed, slightly shaking your head: “Mikey, you shouldn’t change for anyone in the world.”

“Ay, whatever, now answer the question.”

You were now sweating bullets internally. For quite some time now your feelings had started to blossom for the turtle and you had been struggling to approach the subject in a natural, non-awkward way. Maybe this was finally the chance?

“I like them strong. And funny. And compassionate. And cute.”

“Now that’s too broad,” commented Michelangelo. “Tell me something more specific.”

“Will you stop complaining!” you replied in an exasperate, yet still amused tone. “Just give me a moment to think, jeez louise.”

Seeing how he seemed amused by your small desperation, you nudged his arm.

“While I’m thinking about it, what about you?” you questionned. “Surely you must have some preferences as well.”

The terrapin’s smile grew in a shy fashion: “That wouldn’t be fair of me to have certain standards,” he started. “I can’t really be picky when it comes to my situation, ya know?”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, keeping you close as he extended his other arm up to give emphasis to his words: “But I have three words: Funny. Caring. Sexy.”

You looked up to him, unimpressed: “Now that’s too broad,” you quoted him back.

That brought him into a laughing fit, which you joined in no time. In that moment you enjoyed the proximity, finding comfort against his scales and humming in small contentment as the hilarity died down.

“... This is what I like,” you started softly. “Spending moments like this with someone I care about.”

You felt Mikey’s body tense up a bit, although he never moved his arm from around you. Meeting his baby blue eyes seemed to calm him a bit, your tender smile reassuring any concerns he might have had at the moment.

“You... you mean it?” he added tentatively.

“Since quite a while, yeah,” you confessed. “I mean ... how could I even resist that body, hot damn!” adding next with amusement.

“Oh you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, sugar tits.”

That made you laugh again, catching you off-guard. Feeling him nuzzle your hair simply reinforced that sensation of goodness, as if you were floating on a cloud. Bringing your attention back to him again, you moved a hand to his cheek, this sweet, tender motion getting a small churr out of Mikey - especially when your thumb started to slowly stroke his scales.

“You see?” you started once more. “You don’t have to change for anybody. ... You’re perfect the way you are, Mikey. All I need is someone like you.”

He was lost in thoughts for a second, rewinding the conversation you two just had.

“... You think I’m strong, funny, compassionate and cute?”

Your smile was now warm, knowing he was listing back what you said earlier.

“Of course, silly! I just had you in mind when I said that.”

You saw him move his free hand, leaving a finger to the side of his throat, were a pulse would be at. He frowned lightly:

“... Aight, I’m still alive. This ain’t heaven. Coolcoolcoolcool, cooooool.”

“Did I say something wrong?” you added, slightly nervous.

Mikey was quick to react: “Goddamn, no! This is probably the second best day of my life, ever!”

“What’s the first?”

He grinned: “When I discovered pizza, duh.”

“Oh, oh sure, yes. How could I ever forget about the divine food of the gods,” you replied, mokcing a serious tone.

His hold on you squeezed a little more, bringing you both closer.

“Now you’re speaking my language. We’re truly made for one another,” he added, trying to sound flirty.

This amusement felt so natural and comfortable, it was pretty much a no brainer when you closed the remaining small distance and gave a first kiss to his lips. The mutant was surprised at first, but easily complied as his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. As you both paused, keeping close, a whisper left your lips:

“I like you, Mikey.”

To which he replied in a similar tone, before kissing you again: “I like you too.”

[minisugakoobies]

Walkie Talkie Men | KSJ x JJK

Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

Genre: smut, fluff, crack, established relationship, non-Idol!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, kissing, dirty talk, masturbation (m), hand job, finger sucking, use of butt plug, reference to anal sex, Jin is completely whipped for Jungkook and they both know it, power bottom Jin and service top Jungkook agenda

Word Count: 1.9k

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Jungkook has an idea for a fun new game that he and his boyfriend Jin can play. Three words: walkie talkie sex.

A/N: This all stems from this post, which seemed like a Jinkook prompt to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and then @hesperantha said “gimme!” and, well, who am I to deny a friend some crack smut? Thank you to @illneverrecover for lending her sharp orbs to this one!

The title is a play on “Walkie Talkie Man” by Steriogram.

I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

“Hyung, I’m bored.” 

Jungkook’s whiny voice breaks into Jin’s video game induced trance. It’s another lazy Saturday afternoon, just the two of them hanging out in the living room of their cramped apartment. It’s a pretty perfect day for Jin, with his two favorite things both within his reach - his video game and his boyfriend. 

Jin’s also pleased because he’s thisclose to finally beating this level, but he hits pause and turns his head to find his boyfriend has draped himself dramatically over the couch next to him, legs hanging off the back, head dipping down towards the floor. 

“And that’s my problem?” 

The ridiculous pout that answers his question leaves Jin squeaking with laughter. 

“You can play too, if you want.” He gestures to the other controller sitting on the table.

“But that’s not a multiplayer game. I’d have to wait for you to finish. And I’m already bored.” Jungkook sighs, and Jin’s heart actually pangs a little at the despondence in the sound. His boyfriend is really good at playing with Jin’s sympathies. Unfortunately, he knows this, and casts the saddest look he can muster at Jin, big shiny doe eyes pleading for attention. 

Jin never stood a chance. 

“Okay, baby. Why don’t you find something for us to do together?” 

Jungkook immediately perks up, rising off the couch. “Okay! What do you want to do?” 

Jin shrugs. “Surprise me.” 

Jungkook disappears into their bedroom, leaving Jin to unpause his game. Five minutes later, he’s back in the zone, preparing to face the big bad boss, when something small but solid lands in his lap. “Hey!” he yelps, stopping the game again before looking at the projectile. “What - why did you throw a walkie talkie at me?” Grabbing the black rectangle, he turns it over in his hands. 

He’d bought the radios when quarantine had hit and he and Jungkook found themselves needing to separate in their apartment after Jungkook was exposed at work. Their place was tiny, so the walkies weren’t really necessary - Jungkook could shout from their bedroom and Jin would hear him no matter what room he was in. But he knew his boyfriend was going stir crazy in there, so he’d picked them up figuring they’d help keep him entertained and maybe he’d get to hear him giggle again. 

They’d worked a charm. And then after Jungkook was sprung, the walkies had been left in the corner of a desk drawer, to gather dust.

“I figured out something we can do with these,” Jungkook informs him with a sly grin. 

“Are we going on a stakeout?”

Jungkook scowls. “Hyung. Be serious for once.” 

“Okay, but only once.” 

“Hyuuunnggg.” The urge to nibble on Jungkook’s lower lip as it puffs out is high, as always, but Jin stays put, knowing it’ll just frustrate Jungkook further if he interrupts him again.

“Sorry, baby, tell me what you want us to do.” 

Jungkook’s smirk returns. “Let’s have walkie talkie sex.” 

Jin frowns. “Let’s do what now?”

“You know. Like phone sex? But with walkies?” Jungkook waves the radio in his hand like that clarifies things. 

“Ah.” They haven’t had phone sex in ages, since they started living together. “Baby, if you want to fuck, we can just fuck.” No one needs to twist Jin’s arm. He’s already half-hard just from the thought of his boyfriend folding him in half on this very couch….

“Noooo. I mean, yes, eventually, let’s fuck, but first I want to play!” Jungkook tilts his head cutely. “Don’t you want to hear me whisper filthy things in your ear? Hmm? Tell you how much I want to spread you open and taste you?” He blinks innocently. “For example?” 

“Holy fuck,” Jin mutters as Jungkook giggles. “Okay, fine, let’s do this.” 

Five minutes later, a giddy Jungkook has shut himself in their bedroom as Jin lounges on the couch, game off for the first time in hours. He holds the walkie to his plush lips. “Check, check, can you hear me?”

After a minute of no response, Jungkook shouts through the door. “Take your finger off the button, hyung!” 

“Oh, uh, sorry.” He lifts his crooked finger.  

“That’s better,” Jungkook’s voice crackles in his ear. He’s talking as low as he can so Jin can’t hear him down the hall, Jin assumes, based on his hushed tone. Trying to make the experience more authentic. Jin can’t help but smile. 

“So how do we start?” 

“Well, you could ask me what I’m wearing,” Jungkook suggests.

“I already know the answer. A t-shirt and sweats. That’s all you own,” Jin replies. 

“Hyung.” 

“Sorry.” Jin clears his throat. He presses the button again. “So… what are you wearing?”

“Just a smile,” Jungkook purrs. Jin closes his eyes, imagining his boyfriend lying naked on their bed, nothing but golden skin and swirling tattoos and a cheeky grin (of all of Jungkook’s smiles, that one’s Jin’s favorite), and he goes from half-hard to fully stiff in his own sweats.

“You’re naked already? Someone’s eager,” Jin teases. 

“Oh hyung, you have no idea,” comes the husky response, and Jin’s smile evaporates as he bites back a moan. His boyfriend absolutely knows how to wind him up. “What about you? Are you still just sitting on the couch, in all your clothes?”

Jin quickly shucks his hoodie and sweats until he’s reclining on the couch in just his boxers, long legs akimbo. “No, I lost the sweatsuit. I’m out here in my black boxers. You know the pair - the silky ones you got me?” Jungkook can never keep his hands off Jin when he wears these boxers, and from the noise Jungkook makes into the speaker, he knows the younger man is also thinking about it. “Oh wait. Am I supposed to say ‘over’ when I’m done? Uh, over?” 

Jungkook laughs, the warmth coming through even as the talkie garbles the happy sound. “You don’t have to take this that seriously, hyung. I think we can just talk normally. No need to end every statement with ‘over.’” He pauses. “Are you touching yourself through those boxers?” 

“Mmm,” Jin confirms, palming at his erection. “I am now.”

A sigh drifts from the walkie. “Me too. Stroking myself right now. It feels so good.” 

Jin slips his hand under the waistband, taking his own cock in hand. “Tell me what it looks like, baby. What you’re doing.” 

“Ah, ‘m just running my hand up and down the shaft. I’m so hard, hyung,” Jungkook coos, and Jin’s dick twitches. “Sliding my hand so slowly, just teasing myself a little.” 

“Sounds like I’m missing a good show.” 

“You are.” Jin grins at Jungkook’s cockiness, knowing he’s probably not wrong. “What about you? Are you gonna wear those boxers all day, or are you going to give me a show, too?” 

It takes half a second for Jin to lose his underwear. His hard length slaps against his lower stomach as he settles himself back against the arm of the couch. “They’re gone, baby. And I’ve got my fingers wrapped around my cock, too.” He lets his hand drift lower. “And there’s a surprise down here for you.” 

“Oh?” There’s a burst of static interfering with Jungkook’s response. 

“I didn’t catch that.” 

“I said, what’s my surprise?” 

“I’ve been wearing something else since this morning. Something less silky but just as black. Something to help me get ready.” His hand curls around the black silicone between his cheeks, grasping the base there. 

“Oh,” Jungkook inhales, understanding immediately. “I see. And what exactly were you getting ready for?”

“You, baby.”

“Mmmmm,” Jungkook moans, and somehow despite the muddling of the walkie, the sound is clear in Jin’s ear, and he finds himself groaning along. “Fuck, hyung, you’ve just been sitting there all morning, playing your game, the whole time just ready and waiting for me?”

“Of course.” Jin tugs gently on the toy, dropping it onto his discarded boxers. “Always want to be ready for you, Jungkookie. Always need you.” 

A hiss, audible through the door before Jungkook comes back through the speaker. “What do you need me to do, hyung?” There’s a wet slapping sound beneath his words, and from the slick sound Jin imagines his boyfriend’s cock must be covered with lube as Jungkook pumps away. 

“What you do best, baby. Fill me up.” Jin traces his rim, feeling how he’s gaping slightly from the toy, before he brings his long fingers back to his cock, which aches from neglect. He quickly remedies that, spitting on himself, hips bucking as he starts to fuck into his hand. “Want you to use me, Jungkookie. Like I’m your toy.”

“Hyung.” 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Stand up for me. Stand by the arm of the couch.” 

Jin does as he’s told, still gripping his dick with his free hand. “Now what?” 

Jungkook’s breathing heavily when the walkie crackles to life again. “Bend over.” 

Jin tries. He really, truly tries to resist. 

He cannot.

“Bend what, over?” 

His shoulders start to shake as Jungkook skips the walkie and wails directly through the door. “Hyuuunnggg!”

“I’m sorry!” Jin yells back, still honking with laughter. “I’m sorry,” he says again into the talkie.

“I don’t want to do this any more if you’re not going to take it seriously.” 

“So what, you’re just gonna stop?” Jin hums. “Just gonna leave me out here, bent over, dying to be filled, with a throbbing erection, I might add, and no one to help m- “

Jungkook’s out of the bedroom and halfway across the living room before Jin breaks off. As soon as he reaches the older man, he pushes him towards the couch, not roughly but not exactly lightly either, hurriedly guiding him onto his back before he crawls over him. He smashes their lips together as his muscled body writhes against Jin’s.

Jin whimpers into Jungkook as the younger man slips his hand around the elder’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the darkened tip. As Jungkook lifts his head, Jin chases his mouth, but his boyfriend diverts his attention with a roll of his wrist, and Jin drops back against the couch cushions, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. 

“What - what about the talkies?” he manages to stutter out, hips rising as Jungkook continues his ministrations.

“I give up. I was so excited at the idea of trying something new that I forgot one very important thing.” 

“What’s that?” Jin’s impressed he’s still able to speak coherently, given the frantic way Jungkook is jerking him off. 

“There are way better things you can do with that mouth than speak.” 

“What d - “ And then Jin moans as Jungkook lays two heavy fingers on Jin’s tongue. He automatically closes his lips around them, sucking lewdly. Saliva drips from his mouth as he laves his tongue over the digits, and Jungkook whines, head lolling forward as he clutches at Jin’s cock with his other hand. 

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that.” Jungkook sighs, corner of his mouth quirking in a soft smile. “Sorry to say it, hyung, but I don’t think walkie talkie sex is going to be our new thing.”

Jin just grunts around a mouthful of Jungkook. He’s fine with that. All he’d wanted was Jungkook’s hands on him, anyway, and he got that and more. Sure, Jungkook knows how to manipulate Jin, but Jin knows exactly how to rile his boyfriend up, too. And as Jungkook finally pushes Jin’s thighs into his abdomen, folding him like laundry before fucking him into oblivion, he applauds himself for a job well done.

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[fly-you-dam-fools]

Birthday Call

kim seokjin x reader

Genre: Birthday (yes thats a genre now 😂)

Type: Fluff and not really that much angst unless you use a microscope

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N misses her boyfriend on her birthday, but miracles happen!

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIERRA!!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 @galaxtea-writes Sorry I couldn’t finish this earlier and got it out like three days late 😅

Masterlist - BTS Masterlist

❃〰∿✵⚘☾☽

Ding ding ding

Ding ding ding

You scrambled across your sofa, quickly pausing the drama you were watching to answer your call. At the first swipe, you saw that it was a FaceTime from your boyfriend, Jin. You answered it immediately, hearing the familiar whoosh sound before your boyfriend popped up on your screen.

“Hey Y/N!!! Happy Birthday!!!” You saw him get close to the camera, sending lots of kisses and finger hearts your way. You giggled, giving him a finger heart back.

“Gah-” he shifted backwards, hands over his heart. “Help- I’ve been shot by true love! I need revival!” His squinted eyes and dramatic voice prompted you to laugh, a wholesome, eyes closed, heart’s content laugh. He smiled, quickly taking a picture of your cute frame.

“So how is my awesome girlfriend doing?”

“Missing her boyfriend.” You pouted, hands going to your waist.

“Oh no….” He looked sideways before quickly looking up. “I wish I could be there now! I’m the dream fairy, remember? I can fly there right now-” he folded his arms to look like tiny wings, flapping them as he wiggled in his seat.

“Jin!” You laughed. He smiled up at you, teasing look still in his eye. A notification bell went off on his side, which he ignored.

“You sure that’s not important?” You pointed at your screen.

“Nah. You’re definitely more important.” He winked, making you gasp jokingly.

“Did you get the package?” He asked suddenly.

“What..package?” You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head. Your eyes looked up as you went through your mental list- no, there weren’t any packages today.

“Check now?” He shrugged his shoulders as he suggested.

“Okay then….” You walked over to your door, unlocking and opening it. You heard faint but loud footsteps before you popped your head out into the hallway, watching a foot just turn the corner followed by whispered laughs. You squinted, but looked back to the ground in front of you. Low and behold, a medium sized cardboard box.

“Huh?” You picked up the small package, hearing chuckles from the other side of the call. “What is it?”

“Open it!” He encouraged, hoisting both of his arms up.

“Okay, okay! Gimme a second.” You laughed, quickly getting an exacto knife to open the box. When you returned, you sat criss cross, placing your phone on a stand before cutting the tape. Jin waited patiently on the other side with a suspicious smile.

You opened the box, finding a basket. Inside were preserved roses, those big flowery ones that you liked. Happy and hopeful, always bringing a smile to your face.

“Awwww, Jin,”

“You like them?” He said, a hit of nervousness in his voice.

“Of course,” You held them up to the camera, your smile on full display. He chuckled again, quickly taking this chance to glance at the side.

“Sorry about tour…” he started, wringing his hands.

“It’s okay.” You said, “I have mini Jin here.” You pointed to your screen.

“And RJ?”

“RJ?” You questioned.

“Check the box~” You looked under the crackle paper, feeling around until you felt something soft….you pulled your hand out, grasping a cute little plush RJ.

“RJ!!!” You smiled, hugging the plush close.

“I wanted you to have RJ, if I couldn’t be there with you…”

“Jin, that’s so sweet…”

“Wait, hang on.” He spoke quickly.

“Hey- are you putting me in your pocket?” You questioned, seeing your screen flicker, sounds of ruffling clothing emitting from your speakers. “Where are you going?”

The call clicked off. You looked at the phone, tapping it to see if he had just muted himself or something. But the call had ended. Being confused was an understatement. But soon enough, you heard running footsteps down the hall. And seconds later, a loud knock was at your door.

“Y/N! It’s me!”

“Jin?” You whispered, slowly standing up. “Is it really you?” Your hand went to the doorknob, turning it ever so slightly. The door swung open, revealing a partly disheveled Jin, panting as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Surprise?” He lifted his head up just in time for you to jump into his arms, your hands immediately clasped around him.

“Best.” You kissed his cheek. “Birthday gift.”

“Ever?” He responded, delicately pressing his lips against yours. You laughed, nodding.

“Ever.” You kissed him again, him slowly edging past your door frame. “Except maybe RJ.” You broke away from the kiss and looked up at his incredulous expression before jabbing his side and dashing away.

“Hey!” He called after you, the door slowly closing as the six boys snickered outside.

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© fly-you-dam-fools

[ransomedrogue]

So... back to the catch up game. I wrote a couple scenes for 2.19, then wasn’t sure about them so I procrastinated on editing and posting. But, then I decided there’s no such thing as too much fic for this ep, so at least it’s something new to read :P

This is the first scene - cause I think we can all agree that Kurt needed to answer more questions. 

2.19 - The Polygraph

"I was terrified."

Her answer surprised him, but in hindsight, it should have been obvious. She had almost been shaking in the interrogation room – memory-less and completely alone. At the mercy of law enforcement, without knowing anything about the people charged with her care. But at the time, Weller had been far too focused on what it meant that his name was tattooed on her back. Even then the seed planted by Shepherd had been taking root, stirring up old memories and tugging on his eternal hope. Now though, he could see it from Jane's perspective, and it broke his heart a little bit.

She had been through so much, from the first minute they met, right up to that very moment. Even if it had involved lying to him and had led to Mayfair's death; the pain of that betrayal had finally faded enough for Kurt to realize how hard it must have been on Jane. And hearing her admit to being so afraid when they met just reminded him of all the ways he hadn't seen her struggles, despite his best efforts.

His head was still in the past when it became his turn and Weller had to force his attention back on the game. Having taken so many lie detector tests through his career, he hadn't been nervous until the polygraph had begun. But then, realizing that the subject of this test was quite different than his official FBI sessions had set a few butterflies loose inside him. Answering personal questions about his relationship with Jane was not something he'd ever been comfortable with; and now, after everything they'd been through, he had to be truthful, right to her face.

"What is your partner's best trait?"

Weller relaxed once the question was read aloud, answers already bouncing around in his head. It was a gimme, too easy in some respects. He knew what his reply would be almost instantly, but all of the other things he loved about her also wouldn't stop flashing through his mind.

She's smart. She's brave. She's gorgeous. She's deadly.

All of those replies would probably have passed. But the real truth was simpler than any of that.

"Her heart."

Jane's eyes snapped up to meet his, a tiny grin tugging on the corner of her mouth. And, despite the stakes of the game they were playing, that disbelieving smile was a bigger reward than hearing the sound that indicated another passing answer.

Weller exhaled with relief at having dealt with his first question. He was still annoyed at having to participate in the hacker scheme, but getting to hear what was going on in Jane's head was nearly worth it. Even if he was forced to tell his truths too, that was somehow okay – because it was Jane. She made him want to open up, despite how unnatural it was for him.

When the next question was read, Kurt was still lost in how it had felt to tell Jane what he loved the most about her – even if that wasn't exactly how the question had been put. But then he heard what Jane was being asked next and his anxiety immediately returned.

"If you could change one thing about your partner, what would it be?"

He was instantly nervous to hear the answer but also a bit desperate to as well. What would Jane want to change about him? There were so many ways she could destroy him in that very moment. He didn't know if she had any inkling of that at all.

The serious expression Jane was wearing while considering her answer didn't exactly settle his concern. Kurt wondered about the possibilities running through her mind, while forcing himself to breathe.

"If I could change one thing…"

Jane paused, giving him an uncertain look before continuing.

"He wouldn't have been hurt by the people he loved."

Weller was mentally stunned for a moment, so sure that she would say something about him being too stubborn. The answer was so Jane though. All heart, just like he'd said.

A pang of adoration coursed through him, briefly seizing him in it before spitting him out, emotionally raw. Kurt wondered what the polygraph was reading from him at the moment – if it could read love better than it could read lies.

Because that was one truth he couldn't hide from himself anymore.

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It wasn't exactly what the question had meant, but by then Jane had figured out that it only really mattered if the answer was true. Which hers was.

She didn't want to change anything about Weller. No matter if he was stubborn as hell and had hurt her deeply, only recently accepting her back into his life. But she often wished that so many awful things hadn't happened to him, even when one of those things was completely her doing.

Watching Kurt now though, Jane wondered if she'd made the right choice. He was sitting very still, as if taken aback by her answer - which made her think she should have said something less personal.

She was still doubting herself when Weller was asked the next question; and then when Jane heard what was asked, a fresh wave of worry passed through her.

"Name one thing you're afraid to tell your partner."

She wasn't sure she wanted to know anything Weller was scared to tell her; not since that fateful night, so many months ago now. He'd left her a message that day, dancing around the words he had been afraid to say back then, the ones she'd only dreamt of hearing. But whatever he was afraid to tell her now, Jane was pretty sure it wouldn't be something she was eager to know. She had caused him so much hurt; it was easy to imagine he still held onto some of that blame. But hearing him confirm that he could never forgive her would still crush her.

Forcing herself to take long deep breaths in through her nose, Jane focused on each inhale and exhale instead of watching Weller frown at the question, his eyes flitting a bit nervously as he searched for an answer.

Finally, his gaze settled on his feet and he muttered his reply.

"I'm sorry…" he started, his voice low and full of gravel.

"For not letting you explain. And for letting them hurt you."

Jane's head shot up, her heart suddenly thundering in her chest.

Just like that he had sliced an old wound open, yet managed to start healing it at the same time. Neither of them had ever acknowledged what happened that night, and Jane had just assumed it was just another buried piece of their complicated past. She remembered pleading with him, begging him to hear her out. But he had been completely shut down emotionally, behind an impenetrable wall.

Jane was surprised how hard his apology had hit. She'd thought that was all behind her, especially now that they had mostly re-established the trust between them. But her physiological reaction had been obvious; and she really did feel a sense of healing from hearing his words.

Weller was still staring at his feet as his answer registered as true, and Jane felt a smile tugging at her cheek. His discomfort was a bit endearing, especially because he could have given many different answers to the question. He'd chosen to bare himself to her, which wasn't like Kurt at all.

"Next question. Have you ever lied to your partner and was it about something important?"

Well, that was an easy one, Jane thought with a mental eye roll. Hopefully there weren't many questions left – though, irritating as it was to have to participate in the game, there were some perks as well. It wasn't often she got to see this side of Kurt, and she wondered what else he might be encouraged to reveal.

[bratkook]

eleven months. (m) myg. one.

masterlist.

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: fluff, slow burn!!!, eventual smut, warnings: none this chapter. word count: 2.8k author’s note: this chapter is on the shorter side, just diving into them meeting and giving you all a small glimpse into them as individuals! im really excited for this story so let me know what you think, feel free to scream about anything in my inbox bye ily lmao summary: it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what’s coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

Yoongi loves the rain, really he does. The way the clouds gloom over the city, encompassing it in this darkness that reminds him of underexposed film. He wishes he could always see the world through this filter, always smell the scent of wet soil and tarmac as he makes his way through the streets. Something about hearing the soft patter hitting the sidewalk, bouncing off the rooftops and dripping from the gutters calms him. A soft smile spreads across his face as he exhales the smoke in his lungs, letting the stick hang loosely off his lips while his hands clutch onto his umbrella.

When he stomps his foot into a wide puddle, the cold water splashes up onto his ankle and he grimaces. He hates being caught in the middle of rain. It didn’t matter if he had his umbrella or not, or if he managed to bundle enough for the downpour, he hates stepping into puddles and getting his socks wet. Hates how some of the raindrops that slipped under his umbrella—since it was now raining sideways—have managed to make his cigarette slightly soggy.

Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth this time, he holds it in front of his face with a frown. It was halfway done but no longer burning properly due to how wet it had become. 

What a waste.

As he passes a trash can, he stubs it out fully and tosses it inside, a small pout on his face at the loss of something to fidget with. But then he sees the glowing sign inching closer, the bright neon yellow standing out in the grim weather. The illuminated Rkive360 in the distance stops him from slipping out another smoke, choosing to stuff his unoccupied hand into the pocket of his jeans, moving his legs a little faster to get to his destination.

The bell at the top of the door jingles as he stumbles in, his foot tripping over the small lip of the mat by the door. That was a safety hazard he’d playfully bitch to Namjoon about later. 

“Yoongi, hey!” When he balances out, closing his umbrella and giving it a good shake by the door, he looks up and grins at Taehyung. He spots him standing by a flat spread of clothes a few feet away, folding out some new items as he stares at Yoongi with a genuine smile. His curls flop over his eyes and Yoongi chuckles to himself as he wonders how a guy like him was here folding shirts when he should probably be the face of Gucci or something. 

Well, that’s life. 

“Hey man,” Yoongi mumbles out, his eyes catching the plastic bin beside the door that’s labeled ‘umbrellas here’ in a messy scribble he can only attribute to Taehyung. Not needing to be told twice, he sticks his dripping umbrella upside down into it and shuffles inside the shop, taking a minute to look around like he always did. 

Record stores have always been his safe space, even as a teenager. The amount of time spent in one after school, loitering inside with his friends as he sorted through the racks of CDs and vinyl, exiting with his bag of new goodies that left him excited to get home and play them. It was god sent that his best friend decided to open up his own place years ago, keeping it fully stocked with anything he could imagine. Maybe Yoongi was a little biased, but this was definitely the best shop in the country. 

It’s a welcoming place, pops of color in every corner, tall standing sculptures mixed in with displays of music, autographed albums and posters framed onto the wall behind the counter. It’s the full embodiment of his best friend, down to the tiny KAWS figurines perched beside the register and the music playing through the speakers. The small melody in the background fills his ears once the door is shut, recognizing the song playing as Dang! by Mac Miller and he bobs along as he approaches Taehyung.

“Quick question,” he starts, his hands coming up to shake at his gray hair that was slightly damp from the rain. Taehyung sets the shirt down, resting both of his palms on the table as he leans towards Yoongi with interest. “Any chance you guys miraculously got Seventeen Seconds in your stock this week?”

Taehyung hums in thought, his brows furrowing together as he tries to mentally sort through the massive boxes of new vinyl Namjoon had brought in a few days ago. New shipment comes once a week but every now and then Namjoon goes out of his way to find specific records, never missing with his selection. 

A small flash of blurry trees crosses his mind and then he's smiling at him. “Yeah, we actually got it the other day. Pretty sure Namjoon hunted it down for you since you’ve been asking. It should be in the back.” His thumb points behind him, towards the display tables that held all the LP’s available at the store, a very familiar spot. 

Yoongi mumbles out a thanks as he makes his way over, eyes already locked onto the bin that he knew would hold his prized possession. It’s not until he gets a few feet closer that he sees your crouched frame over a box, figure slightly hidden by a giant CD rack. You’re rummaging through the records, almost making him flinch when you quickly stand back up and find their proper spot in the display. You don’t notice him approaching until he’s right beside you, eyes once again glued to the bins lined in alphabetical order once the initial shock of another person subsided.

That’s when you give him a glance, sending him a soft smile as you slip the record in its rightful spot, crouching back down to grab the next bunch. His hand pauses on the edge of the bin at the glimpse of something familiar, momentarily distracted by your shirt. When you stand back up, feeling him staring at you, you slowly turn to face him once more with your eyebrows raised up in question.

He takes note of the tag clipped to your shirt, it reads Sana but he’s used to dealing with Sana and you are definitely not her. You’re new.

The smile remains on your lips as you rest your hip against the edge of the table holding up the record bins, preparing to put your best customer service voice to use. His eyes glance at the writing on your shirt again, cracking a grin when he confirms it's a New Order shirt tucked into your black jeans. “You like New Order?”

Your smile falters slightly, your arms crossing in front of you as you narrow your eyes at him in defense, not entirely sure how to take his tone. “If you’re about to ask me to name five of their songs I’ll have to walk away to avoid getting fired.”

His smile widens at that, soft and gummy, breaking his cold appearance as his arms raise up in front of him in surrender. “No, just an observation.”

Your demeanor softens again, your arms sagging back down to your sides and smiling once more. “Good, it's my first day on the job and I’d really like to keep it.”

Yoongi chuckles softly, going back to his searching for his precious album, leaning over the third bin dedicated to bands starting with the letter C. His nimble fingers flip through the LPs until he gets to the Cure, sorting through Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me, passing Pornography until he reaches Wish and his brows furrow, flicking back and forth as if the album he wanted would magically appear.

“Need help finding something?” You speak up again when you take note of him sorting through the same chunk of vinyl. He grunts lightly, letting the stack slant back in a heap as he purses his lips.

“Yeah actually, Taehyung said you guys got the album Seventeen Seconds but I don’t see it.

You step back from reorganizing the bin labeled S, trying to remember if you had brought the record out or if it was still sitting in the second box ready to be unpacked. Your brain was already overwhelmed from all of the information you had been given on your first day, trying to unscramble the entire backroom and it’s countless boxes—most of which were unlabeled because Taehyung said it’s not necessary since he knows where everything is. 

Much like Taehyung, you recall seeing a flash of the album cover when you sorted through the new box of records, knowing exactly where it was tucked away since you had been the one to store it. You were under strict orders to not put it out on the floor, because according to Namjoon, if someone else took this album you’d be attending his funeral. 

“Oh, uh gimme a sec.” You shuffle away, leaving him behind as you approach Taehyung, still folding away. “Hey, Tae?”

He hums in question, turning to stare at you with a small smile. “Whats up?”

“That guy is asking for Seventeen Seconds but Namjoon told me he’d be murdered if I gave this out to anyone.”

Taehyung starts laughing instantly, setting the shirt down as he stares at a confused looking Yoongi still standing by the LP’s. “Yeah, he was saving it for him specifically.”

“Got it, okay. Thanks.” You make a beeline back to the tables at the back, passing Yoongi with a polite smile. “Be right back!” you exclaim, wagging your finger at him as you make your way towards the back room, clearly on a mission.

Yoongi just stands there as you enter the employee stock room, not trying to cross any professional lines and follow you since you have no idea who he is. It's only a few feet away and you left the door propped open so when a few minutes pass and he hears rustling, followed by a heavy sounding thud and some curse words, he can’t help but wander over and peak his head in.

“You okay?” he asks, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face when he sees the way you’re frozen, one foot on the ledge of the shelf and the other on a not so sturdy looking stool, caught in the act of a poorly made decision. Below you lay two brown boxes that carry shirts you’re meant to unpack later, definitely the cause of the loud thud he had heard.

“Yep,” you confirm as you pluck out the record you need, shoving the box back into its safe spot and hopping down haphazardly. “Here you go.”

Grabbing the record carefully, he flips it over to skim the track list and smiles widely when he looks back up at you. That familiar warmth fills his chest as he holds the new item, making him feel the same way he had as a teenager when he bought his first LP. He had been searching for this vinyl for months now. It wasn’t as if it was no longer in production, he just couldn’t seem to find it in stock anywhere he looked and buying it internationally was the last resort he would take since the shipping fees were downright illegal. “Thanks.”

You’re already hunched down on the floor as you open up one of the boxes that had fallen in your haste to scale the shelves, deciding to just unpack in now since you were here. 

“Yeah, no problem. Tae can ring you up at the front.” Sending him off with a smile and a wave, he takes that as his cue to exit, making his way to the front again. 

When he leaves the backroom you flop onto your butt with a huff, your legs sprawling out with the second box in between them. You were hoping your words didn’t come across as rude to him but you couldn’t take the way his sharp eyes stared at you. Had he lingered any longer you would have embarrassed yourself, it was a miracle your footing hadn’t slipped on your way down from the shelves. You can’t imagine your ego being able to recover from a tumble like that. 

Taehyung spots Yoongi leaning against the front counter, setting the final shirt down and going to stand behind it with a smile. “Did you find everything okay?” he asks automatically, the general phrases they had to use coming out without a thought and Yoongi scoffs, sliding the record across the counter and nodding.

“Of course I did, you let Namjoon know that I said your customer service is unmatched.” His finger gently rubs against the first black KAWS figurine, smiling at the remaining four as he remembers how Namjoon had excitedly told him that this was their friend group, representing them all perfectly. 

Taehyung grins with a roll of his eyes, scanning the album and slipping it into the brown paper bag they provided. “Wonderful. Your total is 40,000 won.”

“Wow, your customer service voice is phenomenal.”

Taehyung laughs now, his nose crinkling up at Yoongi's sarcastic tone, watching how Yoongi grins back at him, succeeding in getting him to crack. “Fuck you, man.”

“Ah, there he is.” Yoongi hums with a chuckle as he pulls out his wallet, sorting through his bills and handing them to Taehyung. “Who’s New Order girl?”

Tae raises his brows as he enters the amount into the POS, the drawer popping open against his hips. “Oh, Y/N?” Yoongi only shrugs, you had Sana’s name tag on so how the hell should he know.

Taehyung stuffs the money into the drawer and slams it shut, ripping off the receipt from the machine and slipping it into the bag. “She just started today, can’t remember where she moved from, some place far though.” He shrugs as he hands the bag over to Yoongi.

The older boy ruffles his damp hair up, accepting the bag with his right hand. “Oh, cool. Well thanks, I’ll see you guys later then?” Taehyung just waves him off with a smile, similar to the way you did and he laughs to himself when he realizes Taehyung must be the one in charge of training you.

As he approaches the front door he pulls out his pack of cigarettes once more, sliding one out and slipping it between his lips. He finds himself looking towards the back of the shop again, seeing you resuming your organization, but your head lifts up as you feel him staring at you from his spot at the door. The spark of his lighter flashes across his face when he lights up his smoke, opening his umbrella once more now that he's partially outside. When your eyes meet, he smiles around the stick, giving you a nod before turning and walking back out into the rain.

You watch as his figure disappears down the street, his dark silhouette blending in with the rest of the people roaming the city, and when you can no longer see him through the store window you turn towards Taehyung. He’s stood at the POS, fidgeting with the screen, but when you call his name he glances up at you. “Is he a regular?”

He nods in response, eyes going back to stare at the screen as he begins to print out a sheet to fulfill the online orders the store received. “Yeah, he comes in at least once a week. Buys strictly vinyl. I think Namjoon mentioned he’s a music producer, or maybe it was a DJ, I can’t remember.”

Taehyung evidently doesn’t have the best memory, that much had been made clear in the short span you’ve known him. He had forgotten your name twice during your interview, Namjoon having to subtly repeat it for him, he had also asked you three times where you were from and at first you thought he was joking but when his face remained serious you realized he had really forgotten already.

“Hey, where’d you move from again?” he asks one more, genuinely curious as if you hadn’t told him a handful of times already. 

“I told you, Iceland.” It’s a lie, but when he hums in thought—pretending to suddenly remember—you chuckle at the newfound way to mess with him. 

He’s quick to start questioning you about Iceland, nodding along to the lies you spill while you both go back to your tasks of sorting albums and folding shirts. It makes your first full shift eventful, passing jokes back and forth as the sky grows gloomier. As distracting as your conversations get, you can’t help but glance up through the windows whenever a dark clad figure walks by, the thought of the sharp eyed stranger lingering in your mind. 

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Secrets (A Donatello x Reader)

This is incredibly self-indulgent and was really just a fic for me to obsess over tesla coils, but my girlfriend convinced me to post it- so here it is! It got kind of long too, but I hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 3236

Reader is given feminine terms in this one

Mild cursing (thank you Raph)

Absolute fluff attack, the sweetness will rot your teeth

Singing was your greatest passion. From a young age, you had been roped into music, the emotions it could represent with just a few notes and some relatable lyrics. It was happiness, it was sadness, it was anger and excitement, and it was everything you couldn’t express well enough with just words. Being a writer, sometimes that would get frustrating, but music helped you overcome the most challenging spots in a new piece or story. This is why you would constantly have earbuds in as you sang along to every song you’d memorized on your Spotify shuffle. 

And Donnie noticed this. Every time you would enter the turtles’ lair, he would see you unplug and pack-up your headphones. Hell, he was even able to detect your singing from the sounds of the sewer tunnels echoing with every step you took closer. He’d hear you talk about the music or soundtracks of your favorite games and movies, analyzing what every slight twinge or reprise would allude to. And he loved every part of it. He loved getting to see those moments where music was all you could focus on. Your heart rate rose exponentially in anticipation and excitement. Your eyes would screw shut while you broke into a grin. Your hands would mimic motions to the beat as you played on invisible drums, or strummed a nonexistent guitar. 

It was adorable to him, to say the least. But he never told you so. He never said a word, in case this might scare you off for coming across as “creepy” or weird. He knew most people probably didn’t pay this close attention to little things like that, but then again, he also knew that most people weren’t madly in love with you. 

Which Donatello was. 

He couldn’t tell you, because once he started rambling about you, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. And if he didn’t stop, then he’d run the 89.07% chance risk of telling you how he’d been in love with you since the day they met you. That was way too high for him to be comfortable. No, he couldn’t tell you, no matter how badly he wanted you to know.

“Okay, so what if you just show ‘er you’re interested instead?” Raph asked, half paying attention to his brother’s predicament, half pounding the punching bag before him into the ground. Leo was in the dojo meditating, and Mikey was playing video games in the living room, which left the two middle brothers to their own devices. For Donnie, this was literally. His three-fingered hands fiddled with his latest electrical circuit. It was bound for sending the right amount of voltage into his inventions without needing four power strips and a generator all on their own. Unfortunately, he was too distracted to actually delve into its components, and settled for breaking and piecing it back together again.

“Show her? How would I do that?” Donnie’s voice trembled at the thought.

“I dunno, you’re the genius here,” Raph huffed, “There’s gotta be somethin’ in this place that you think she’d find cool. She loves music, right?”

“Yeah, like a lot, she even-”

“Rhetorical question, Don, heard the rant plenty,” His brother cut him off. Pausing his violent onslaught of the dummy, he turned to face him. “You’re nervous ‘cause you ain’t ever done somethin’ for a pretty girl before, I get it. So do somethin’ you know you’re good at. That’ll take the nerves off, your plan works, and then I won’ have to listen to you babbling about whatever new fuckin’ thing she did today. Win win.”

The younger turtle paused. “That was...actually pretty sound advice, thank you, Raph.”

“Anytime,” Raph nodded, a smug smile tugging at his lips from being able to help. Problem was, now he was invested. He’d listened to his brother’s rants and rambles and failed plans of possibly confessing for weeks now, what was gonna happen once he finally did it? Raph plopped onto one of Donnie’s bean bag chairs. He didn’t bother to pick up the training dummy. “So what ya gonna do, smart guy?”

Donnie blinked a few times, glasses twitching on his nose as he pushed them up. He didn’t know it, but you coined this his “brainstorming face”. He fiddled with the circuits once again.

“Uh...I’m not sure,” His tongue went dry. A million ideas fly through his brain each minute, and this decides to be the time that he can’t think of a single one good enough. Figures. “I could build her something? Maybe a new stereo, or upgrade the one she has.”

Raph made a noise of disapproval. “You can do better, any old fix-it guy could do that.”

“Fair. Maybe I could- ow!”

A short buzz of the air cut him off as his fiddling paid off. To the world’s great irony, a light bulb several inches away lit up.

“You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, I…” Donnie trailed off. The purple-clad turtle’s eyes widened as he registered what happened. “I’m better than good, I just had an epiphany!”

“Epipha-what?”

“An epiphany, sudden realization, an idea!” Donnie flicked his goggles back down, enhancing his vision with the magnifier on it. Wires were tugged in and out, and a transmitter was displaced. With a snort of triumph, he raised it to the air for his brother to see. “This is the answer!” 

“A tiny board thing. Just what she’s always wanted,” Raph rolled his eyes, but Donnie was prepared for this.

“Not just a tiny board, a tiny board with this!-” With great haste, Donnie was next to Raph, holding the board out properly. “My side-side project, this little thing, look at the coil here, this is it! This is a tesla coil, capable of transmitting thousands and thousands of volts of energy surging through the air, powering anything within its radius, which is perfect and exactly why I needed to reconfigure it to power my lab and this one new machine I’m working on, but that’s not why this is the perfect idea!”

“Wow, please continue, professor, I’m dyin’ to know.”

“Glad you asked! Watch this!” One aux cord, T-Phone connection, and light-dimming later, the lab went dark in anticipation. And suddenly, with the press of a play button on Donnie’s shuffle, music started to fill the air. But it wasn’t coming from his phone. It was coming from the coils, surging and creating not only electric energy that was visible to the human eye as it sparked, but music. Sound. The beats and notes of the song playing sprouted out in the form of electricity.

Raph’s green eyes became transfixed on the sparks flying out. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right!” Came the squeals of utter nerding out, “This is only a tabletop version of an SGTC circuit, my own type of it anyway based on Tesla’s original designs, but if I reworked it, made it bigger, made it lifelike and maybe four or five of them, I could create the most advanced musical performance this city has ever seen!”

“I’m gonna pretend I know everything you just said because clearly this is your nerd thing,” Raph started, utterly confused. Even still, a reassuring smile framed his features. “But this looks pretty damn cool. This right here? Exactly what ‘m sayin’, Don.  This is you.”

“Do you think she’ll like it...?” Donnie asked in a hopeful voice. He wasn’t just asking about the invention. 

“Course she will.”

~x~

A couple weeks had passed since that fateful conversation with Raph. He’d been in and out of the lab since then, but between patrols and the mandatory bathroom breaks, there was hardly a time he wasn’t working on his great new project. You weren’t even allowed to go into the lab, per his request, for all his time there.

However, he always made sure to make at least one movie whenever you’d come hang out at the lair from work.

Finally, one Friday night, the set up was complete. Pride swelled in Donnie’s chest as he looked at his creation: six symmetrically placed tesla coils sprung up from the ground and walls all around his lab space. The coilings wrapped around metal frames, spiraling into a beautiful arrangement of engineering, if he did say so himself. Mikey said it looked like the lasers out of a DC comic, which was also not a bad thing to be. He just hoped that you would like it. All of it was for you, of course, but over the weeks that he’d been preparing it, he found more beauty in the music of tesla coils than he ever had appreciated before. 

Donnie thought he might thank you for that, if he could get his nerves around it.

God, he was so nervous. Anxiety rushed through his body like the electric pulses he was perfecting. They were already done, but it was all he could do to distract himself while waiting for you to arrive. Maybe the frequencies weren’t in the right key. What if they sounded better this way? Or maybe the firing power wasn’t enough? Trajectory looked alright, maybe it just-

“Donnie?”

“Gh! Y/N, hey!” Stammered the surprised terrapin after knocking his head against the top of a coil. His goggles were on the setting of night-vision, but that didn’t account for night-spatial-awareness, it seemed.

“I got your text to come,” You tried to smile at him, but the dark laboratory proved to make that difficult. “How come it’s so dark in here?”

“Uh, well, that’s p-part of the surprise! Eheh. Gimme just a second-”

You waited patiently outside of his lab, vision still applicable, but grew concerned the more strange noises and clangs you heard coming from inside. This was definitely a whole new level of “Donnie Surprises” just by how nervous he seemed about it.

You yelped when his hand grabbed your arm and dragged you back inside the darkness.

“Okay, uh,” He started, before clapping his hands together for the lights to switch back on, “This is what I wanted to show you.”

Your gaze spun all around the lab. After adjusting to the light, you could clearly see giant mechanism after mechanism placed strategically around in a dome-like setup. Coils that protruded like round-edged spikes circled you both, and in the center was a metal cage. 

“Oh my god…” You almost whispered. A large grin broke out onto your face as you stared in quiet marvel at the scene. His plan was working, and Donnie lit up with an outstretched arm in presentation.

“These bad boys are called tesla coils-”

“Tesla coils!” You squealed in imperfect unison to what you assumed was the start of an explanation. “You made tesla coils, Donnie, holy shit!”

“You’ve heard of them?!” Donnie exclaimed, eyes widening behind his glasses.

“YES!” Your hands began to wave around excitedly, “Oh my god I used to be OBSESSED with these things! I heard about when I was a kid from that old movie, oh what was it, it was like the apprentice’s-”

“Sorcerer’s Apprentice!”

“THAT! Yes!” 

“I haven’t seen that movie in years!”

“Me neither! All I remember is that Hiccup’s voice actor totally nerded out and programmed his giant tesla coils to play music for the girl he wanted to impress, and it was the coolest thing because these giant machines were playing music, music out of nothing but sparks of electricity at different frequencies, which to be honest probably would have caused more of an energy problem than the movie suggested because goddamn do they take up a lot of power, but I was like six and didn’t care!” You laughed  in an energetic burst of word association, practically bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Donnie could have kissed you then and there for that alone. 

A grin crept onto his lips as he watched you ramble on about the movie, leaving all anxious thoughts to fall from his mind. For once, someone actually understood one of his passions. Better than that, she was explaining the process to him of all people! Sure, she was intuitive enough to know he didn’t need it, he literally had just built them after all. This was just out of pure excitement. Someone in his life was talking about science and technology like they were the most fascinating things on the planet, just as the purple-masked turtle believed it was. Well, second only to the ecstatic girl in front of him. 

“-And so, I randomly remembered it again not that long ago, so I looked it up and found so many videos on YouTube about it. I kid you not, I listened to tesla coils and tesla coils alone for a solid week.” 

You breathed heavily, a little winded after such an intense info-dump. God, he always loved when you got excited about something. 

“This is kind of surreal,” Donnie chuckled a bit, pushing up his glasses when they tumbled down his nose, “I had no idea you’d get what these were, much less have known so much about them.” Donnie’s eyes widened at his own panicked-fueled blabbering. “N-Not that I think you’re stupid! I just-- I mean it’s not-- common? It’s more of-”

“A niche interest, yeah. No worries,” You finished for him, signaling his stuttered words hadn’t fallen on offended ears. Donnie quietly sighed in relief. Time ticked by in seconds, but even that was much too fast for this martial artist to grasp. If he could have constructed a device to pause the fabrics of time, he would have long ago, simply to relish the moments with you that meant everything to him. It wasn’t your fault your eyes captivated him more than any element he’s worked with.

“So,” You began eagerly, startling him out of his thoughts, “Are we gonna listen to some zappy poles go brrr or what?”

Donnie snorted at your juvenile word choice. “Yeah, totally. Now, ah,” He walked over toward the large cage in the center, stepped inside, then poked his head out with a dorky grin. A large, green hand stood outstretched towards you. “I think you’d better step inside my cage.”

“If you keep quoting the damn movie like this, I am going to explode from excitement, and it will be your fault!” It was a wonder how you hadn’t caught onto his plan yet, honestly. You made no sense of hesitation before grabbing his offered hand (even though your hands were small enough that they hardly matched his palm’s size), and clambered into the cage in front of him. This was a great excuse for you to be close to him without it being weird. And now, with your back brushing up against his plastron, the butterflies in his chest told him it was totally a good call.

Donatello would take this secret to his grave, however.

“Put your hands on the rail here, yep just like that,” Donnie nodded after your hands found the safeguard rail. A couple buttons tapped into a laptop later, he settled his own hands next to yours. “Let the magic begin.”

Magic would have been the understatement of the year. A coil in front of you quickly shot out its first spark. Familiar music breached the sound barrier to your ears. The one behind you both caught it instantly. Spark after spark sent back and forth between the coils, soaring through the lab like the most incredible game of electric catch.

“Whoa!” You laughed when the sparks would bounce off the cage itself, pressing closer to the turtle behind you (much to his surprise every time). Your shining e/c eyes never left the electric bolts shooting out. “This is insane!”

“Heh, glad you like it!” Donnie watched you closely that entire time, more entranced by your excitement and wonderstruck self than anything he’d created. He could power up the tesla coils anytime of day, but this was a special moment he’d never be able to recreate in a controlled environment. This was no experiment, this was real and it was happening right now. 

The only thing left to do was tell you how he felt. 

“Y/N, I have to tell you something,” He began, stepping away to give you a bit of space. His heart rate was increasing by the second. The way you turned to look at him wasn’t helping, either. 

“What is it?” You spoke softly, somehow able to be heard over the music. Donnie could hardly meet your eyes, so he took your hands in his instead.

“I...I don’t know how to say this exactly,” He started, “I’ve been trying to do it for months, going over every possible conjuncture of words, something that would be heartfelt and honest, poetic even? But the truth is, words aren’t my thing, th-they never have been. I’m a science guy, I take things apart and put them back together again, I figure out what makes them work, I see life as a million tiny parts to analyze.”

He paused his quickened speech to take a breath. Your hands squeezed his larger ones as an offer to continue.

“And so, I’m...bad at feelings. I see it all as chemicals and components used by the brain to create action and reaction. But now I’m not so sure if that’s all they are, and really the only thing I am sure about is that it’s because of you that I’m questioning everything I ever thought I knew. Maybe, maybe life is more than atoms and chemicals, and instead it’s about..moments. Moments like this. Moments that...that I..that I really want to keep forever and play over and over again.”

“Donnie…” You spoke. This time he squeezed your hands.

“I know I’m rambling and I should really get to the point, so what I’m trying to say is,” He took another breath, steady this time. His gaze met yours again. “I want to live these moments with you every day. You’re special to me. You’re part of our family, but this is more than that, this feeling is-”

“Love.” You finished for him. Both of your eyes widened as you realized the other felt how you each did.  

Donatello nodded slowly, hesitant to be so certain, but knowing it was true. There were no more words to be exchanged after that, only actions, only movements so soft and gentle that the large terrapin was certain he’d break if they could fit in his hands. Your hands left his and instead reached up to grab the long ends of his mask, and tugged gently for him to reach you. He leaned down without a thought. A three-fingered hand found your waist this time. 

You kissed. Soft, human lips connected to his slightly chapped reptilian ones. The turtle had waited for this moment since he realized the attraction he felt towards you was not just powerful chemical reactions, but true feelings. It wasn’t biology, it was chance and fate and one-in-a-million all at once. As the sparks continued to (literally) fly, Donnie let his eyes close. This was the present. He was here, he was holding a great new adventure in his hands, and there was a brilliant future just around the corner. 

The song may have finished, but this is what would last forever. 

[chickentendieboi]

Choso ~ Blankets

~Flufftober 2021~

~October 2nd~

Word Count: 954

Masterlists: Main Masterlist Flufftober 2021

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Blankets...

Blankets...

Blankets... I don't....

I don't need it. I do not need more blankets. Nope, nope. No. I've got plenty at home. Choso already thinks that I own too many...

You were pacing back and forth at the retail store by the bins of fall themed blankets. Your mind and your heart were fighting with you on the matter of whether you should or really shouldn't get a blanket... or two... "Jeez, come on Y/N..." You muttered to yourself while you picked up a fall foliage blanket with ridiculously soft material. "Choso is going to kill you..."

You eyes another blanket however and cursed out loud. "The hell?! Two of you?" This one now had foxes crawling up the sides with some in a pile of leaves. It was as if the foxes were begging you to take them home. "Ah, shit..." And you walked away...

With both blankets in your carriage.

You walked into your house after coming back from a questionable trip to the store. You held 3 bags of items for the house, soaps and shampoos, dish cleaner and some more sponges, then a few things for organizing your kitchen a bit more. Placing the bags on the dining room table, you felt a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder.

"Welcome back, babe." He planted a kiss by your jaw and looked down at the things you bought. "Oh good, we're almost out of shampoo." He gave you another kiss before backing away and you believed you were in the clear and almost, almost, let out a small breath but then he turned back towards you. "Hold on..."

"Uh, yeah?" You picked up some of the bottles to remove them from the bags.

"You bought more blankets." His voice was monotone as he reached over and grabbed the fox one. "We don't need more blankets."

"Wait, wait, but I thought really hard about it! I struggled for a while, and stood by the box for at least 10 minutes before walking away with a blanket."

"You bought two." This time his voice held shock but in reality, was he really all that shocked?

"I-I-I couldn't choose! The leaf one is soooooo soft and the foxes just looked so cute, peering up at me with those cute little eyes and-"

"These foxes aren't real, they can't peer at you."

"Okay, okay Captain Obvious, but they were far too cute to pass up! I mean, look at them!" You held it up to your face, looking at him the same way the foxes looked and he just shook his head while rolling his eyes and began walking away. "Wait, wait! Babe! We'll never get cold! And we, we have plenty of blankets to make an awesome fort! Or, or if we have someone staying over, they can pick a proper blanket that is comfortable enough for them and, and-"

"It's whatever, just use up your storage space for them. Not me." He spoke as he continued walking to the living room.

You unraveled the blanket quickly, grabbing the corners in your hands and swung it around your back to create a cape and then grabbed Choso from around his waist. "Stop walkingggg." You whined and squeezed him a tad tighter.

"And do what?" He paused in his spot, looking over his back a bit, scanning the top of your head.

You nudged under his arm and shimmied around his body to the front, looking up at him with doe eyes. "Babbeeee, gimme a kiss."

He looked down and his nose twitched slightly, a tiny smile hugging the corners of his lips and he let out a sigh, bending down and pecking your lips. He backed away, his eyes still on you and sighed once more as you gave him a small pout. He raised his hands and gently grabbed your cheeks, this time giving you more than just a peck. The kiss was deep enough to melt you and give you butterflies and that's all you needed. Your eyes were still closed as he leaned away but left you with a satisfied smile followed with a small giggle.

"Geez, you're something else, aren't you?" Choso chuckled, making you smile at his change in demeanor.

"Hey, hey! Let's watch a movie and snuggle with the new blankets!" You began to bounce up and down on your toes as you picked lightly at his shirt.

There was no debate, cause there was no way Choso was going to argue with you about snuggle, so he just nodded and walked with you over to the couch. But, did you make it easy? No. You hung onto him and waddled backwards, making Choso shake his head and just pick you up instead, physically bringing you to the couch. "Nnnaaaaahhhh." You groaned as he dropped you on the couch.

"I'll be right back, let me get some snacks." Choso ruffled your hair and left the room, dissipating your groan and replacing it with a smile.

"Snacks, snacks and blaaaankets." You chanted to yourself softly and sat up correctly, creating a space for him to sit when he got back which was in no time at all. "Yes!!"

"Gosh you're such a child sometimes, or, well, all the time." He chuckled and sat down next to you, grabbing some of the blanket you were offering him.

"Yeah, but you still love me." You giggled, snuggling into his side and relaxing while he pulled something up on the T.V. "Seeeeee? Isn't this blanket so soft?" You looked up at him with a cheesy smile.

For he only shook his head, pulling you closer to him. "You have a problem..."

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Okay guys, just a little fun fact I guess, but I could not, for the life of me, stop typing out Choco instead of Choso... so, if there are any hidden Choco's, I apologize hahah.

[free-pool-trash]

all i want for christmas - isaac lahey

Hey crew! Happy holidays my loves 💓 whether you celebrate or not i hope you’re having a wonderful week! Here’s something a lil festive ;)

Enjoy + let me know what you think💓

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none :) just fluff

Master list

It was that time of year again. The most stressful, crazed, chaotically wonderful time of the year. Of course, it was the annual McCall pack Christmas party.

The one occasion in which there was absolutely no getting out of, whether you were in Beacon Hills or not. The only day of the year where every single member of the pack would get to see each other all at the same time.

Since graduating from High School you’d all gone your separate ways, living your own lives and fulfilling your respective destinies.

Since you’d seen your beloved pack last, you’d been contently living a quiet life in a small town in England. It was pretty sweet, you lived in a spacey cottage and worked in a very quaint bakery. It was safe to say that being a werewolf in a tiny cottagecore village was a lot easier, and entirely less stressful, than being a werewolf in Beacon Hills.

But, as they all say; home is where the heart is.

Because you lived across the world, the Christmas party was the only chance you got to see the majority of your dearest friends, so you always kept the date.

Every year without fail since the pack had formed, December 23rd, Christmas eve eve, was strictly reserved for festive supernatural celebrations.

It had been a long day of airport lines, connecting flights and luggage collections but you were finally sitting in a cab on your way to Derek Hale’s loft.

There was always the unspoken dress code of “way fancier than you need to be” at these parties, it was a code that yourself and Lydia in particular took very seriously. Even if that meant slipping into a little black dress, your favourite pair of heels, applying a full face of makeup and doing your hair in an airport bathroom.

Which for you, was the reality. But regardless, you looked hot as hell.

The cab driver’s sleavy glances at you through the rear view mirror only confirmed the fact.

“Christmas party?” The middle aged man asked, looking at you more intently than the road.

“Mhm.” You replied, faking a sincere smile.

He let out a low whistle from between his thin chapped lips and rose an ungroomed eyebrow, “Someone there you’re trying to impress?”

Now that was the golden question. With a forced chuckle you brought your gaze to rest on the crescent moon glowly in the black sky.

There was someone there that you wanted to impress, as a matter of fact.

It was one of those fickle things. A will-they-won’t-they of epic proportions and it had been going on since junior year of high school. Sure, everyone loves a slow burn, Stiles and Lydia are a perfect example of this.

However, your fire seemed to be taking its sweet time catching alight.

Shaking the thoughts away you let out an exhausted sigh, “Unfortunately, yeah. There is someone I’m trying to impress.”

The cab driver let out a chuckle, “If ya ask me, if however it is doesn’t have to pick their jaw up off of the floor after seeing you they are a fool.” He told you, not trying to hide the looks of approval he was giving the neckline of your dress very obviously.

You couldn’t stop the booming laugh that left your painted lips at his statement, he was such a creep but he was definitely onto something.

“Who knows maybe this will be the year.” You said through a laugh. The driver nodded his head and then exclaimed cockily as he, thankfully, pulled up to Derek’s complex, “Yeah, and if not, you know where to find me.”

Trying your very best to contain your laughter at the man before you, you wordlessly got out of the car, grabbing your suitcase, which was full of presents, from the trunk.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful!” He called jovially through the passenger side window, you looked over your shoulder and gave him your best fake smile, “You too.”

As you began towards the building's entrance you lowered your tone, muttering a quiet, “Creep.” Under your breath.

The sound of suitcase wheels dragging against the concrete pavement echoed through an empty lobby area as you made your way to the rickety old elevator, trust Derek to buy the entire building but choose the loft on the top floor.

A bell sounded when the elevator finally arrived, you stepped inside and waited patiently for the contraption to carry you to the top floor.

When it arrived you could hear Christmas music booming from behind the huge sliding metal door that separated the loft from the hallway, there was a lot of excited chatter inside the loft so you assumed you were the last to arrive. Fashionably late.

Just as you were about to pull the door open, you paused and pulled out your phone, opening the camera and giving yourself one last look over. The status hadn’t changed since the airport, you still looked hot as hell.

Disregarding the anxious butterflies fluttering around your stomach, you took a deep intake of breath and plastered a genuine smile on your red lips and opened the door.

“Hello my darlings!” You made your presence known with an over the top false British accent as the pack turned to see who had just arrived. The second their eyes landed on you the whole room exploded with excitement.

Lydia squealed in delight, rushing up to you and pulling you into a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around her tightly and your smile widened when she began swaying you excitedly in her arms before pulling away. The strawberry blonde held you at arm's length, her eyes scanning you from head to toe then fixing you with a knowing smirk.

“Cute dress. Who is that little number for?” She teased menacingly, raising an eyebrow as if she didn’t already know the answer.

You’d missed her little games, but that didn’t mean you’d forgotten how to play along since you’d seen her last. You put your hand over your heart and looked at her dreamily, your horrible imitation of a British accent returning, “Why it’s all for you my love.”

It was then that Stiles broke the two of you apart saying, “Y/n, you’re my best friend and we share a lot of things but I’m afraid my girlfriend is not one of them.”

With a disappointed sigh, you shot your best girl friend a wink, “Forbidden love.”

“Shut up and gimme a hug already, God.” Stiles said in an exasperated tone, but the huge grin on his face betrayed his voice as he wrapped his lanky arms around you.

“Hey Sty.” You giggled, reciprocating his hug. When he pulled away you noticed the rest of the pack were now crowding around you at the door.

Scott stood like an excited puppy waiting to get to you and the second you laid eyes on him you felt excitement burst within you.

With a huge smile on your face you threw your arms around his shoulders, squealing happily as the alpha lifted and spun you around in his hold. It felt so good to be with wolves again, you already felt stronger.

“I’ve missed you!” You told him, your feet pressed back on the ground. Scott’s smile was so bright as he exclaimed, “You too! You’re the only one I haven’t seen since last year! How are you? Are you doing okay on your own? How’s England?” He fired out in the brotherly way he usually did, you couldn’t help the fond smile on your face as you patted his cheek reassuringly, “Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m all good.”

The next few minutes were spent hugging and catching up with the others, Malia, Derek and Peter had welcomed you home in the doorway with hugs.

“Where are the puppies?” You asked, referring to Liam and Mason.

“Kitchen. Liam is trying to find something that’ll make us all drunk.” Malia told you, looking at your suitcase with expectancy.

You motioned towards the case by your side with a knowing grin, “Ok, I’ll go get those two. Your names are on the presents that are for you.”

“Yes!” Malia cheered, pecking your cheek quickly then almost sprinting to the case.

When you got to the doorway of the kitchen you leaned against the frame, watching as Liam chugged a bottle of vodka, trying to get some kind of buzz from the liquid while Mason watched in awe, “I don’t see you for a year and suddenly you’re a frat boy.” You sighed out.

Liam stopped in his tracks and looked towards you, “Oh hey, Y/n” He greeted you with an adorable smile and Mason gave you a small nod of greeting and you nodded your head towards the living area where the others were exchanging gifts.

“There’s presents for you guys if you wanna go get them.” You informed them, smiling as they all but ran past you towards the gifts.

The kitchen was empty now, save for you and a half full bottle of smirnoff. Tiredly you made your way to the wooden counter opposite the door and sat yourself up on it.

As you swung your legs gently in the air, you took a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the moment to yourself.

The moment ended with a gentle knock on the doorframe, and when you opened your eyes, there he was.

Standing in front of you, in the flesh and all of his glory was Isaac Lahey. “You mind if I join you?” He asked softly, you gave him a smile and beckoned him over.

“‘Course not. Come in.” He smiled in return and casually made his way over to you, he hoisted himself up beside you on the countertop.

“I didn’t realise you were here yet.” You told him, eyes studying his face, he hadn’t aged a day since the first day you met him.

Even now, years later, he still maintained that youthful lost boy aura. The sparkle in his eyes never dimmed either.

Isaac turned his head to face you, a warm smile decorating his lips as he did so, “Sorry I missed your entrance, I had to change. I came straight from the airport.”

You nodded in understanding, “Me too. Changed in the airport bathroom though.”

He chuckled at that, you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled across your body or how they lingered on the hem of your dress that had ridden up ever so slightly when you’d hopped on the counter.

When he caught himself staring he cleared his throat and looked away, when he was met with the look of knowing on your face his own erupted in a blush.

“You look…” He started but trailed off.

“Incredible? Amazing? Stunningly gorgeous? Come on, Isaac. Help me out here.” You teased, bumping your shoulder against his.

“All of the above.” He answered, equally as cheekily, he knee pressing against yours as he pulled something out of his back pocket.

It was a narrow rectangular envelope, he fiddled with it nervously before holding it in your direction, “I got you a present.”

You took it from him gently, “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to. Open it.” He urged, blue eyes glued to you as your fingers pried the envelope seal open.

As you pulled the contents of the envelope you looked to Isaac in confusion. It was a flight ticket to Paris for New Years eve.

“A plane ticket?”

Isaac nodded, blush returning to his face, “Yeah, I know you’ve always wanted to go and there’s the completely unrelated reason that I have an apartment in the city and would really love to spend new year’s with you.” He rambled on nervously and you smiled up at him.

“So you’re essentially asking me to come for a slumber party?” You grinned, giggling when he rolled his gleaming eyes at you. “I’m kidding. I’d love to come to Paris with you.” You told him, taking his hand in yours to stop it from fidgeting.

Isaac squeezed your hand in response, a happy smile on his face, “It’d also be a really great opportunity for me to finally admit that I’m in love with you.”

There was that fire you’d been talking about, after way too many years, it was finally lighting up.

“Good. That would give me a chance to tell you that I love you too.” You played along, biting back a shit eating grin as his face moved closer to yours.

You could hear Lydia behind the door, hushing the others as they all screamed along to “All I Want For Christmas Is You”.

“She’s been standing out there listening since I came in.” Isaac whispered and you only responded by sliding your hands up his shoulders.

Absentmindedly, Isaac’s arms wrapped around your waist as you continued to lean in closer, whispering, “Then let’s stop talking.”

Isaac’s eyes widened at that and he swooped his lips the rest of the distance to yours, murmuring, “God, I love that plan.”

His lips clung to yours while your hands moved to his hair. It had been a long time coming. After all the almosts and could haves, his lips were finally on yours.

The kiss was broken when you couldn’t hold your smile back any longer, Isaac’s lips were now tinted red from your lipstick but they were formed in a breathtaking smile.

“I think we should stop talking more. Like a lot more.”

*

“They kissed!” Lydia whisper shouted to the rest of the pack, who were pretending not to listen to the conversation happening in the kitchen.

Scott let out a celebratory “Whoop!” As did Malia and Mason.

“And! She’s going to spend New Year’s with him in Paris!” Scott clapped his hands together then, holding his hand out to Stiles, “Called it. Hand it over.”

Stiles grumbled, necking the rest of his drink before fishing a twenty out of his pocket and shoving it in Scott’s hand.

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Whiskey’s Best Girl (Part 3 of the “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” mini-series)

Part 1, Whiskey’s Bad Girl | Part 2, Whiskey’s Good Girl | Part 3, Whiskey's Best Girl

So this is a whole thing now, LOL. I whipped up “Whiskey’s Bad Girl” on a whim for my @quica-quica-quica and it took on a life of its own! I ain’t mad though, this was so fun to write!

Word count: 1900+

Rating: explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x “You” (OC cis/het female reader, “blank canvas”/no physical description/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: consensual non-consent/CNC; dom/sub dynamics; use of “Sir” by Reader; demeaning/degrading language from Whiskey directed at reader (use of “girl”/”girlie” as nickname; use of “good girl”/”bad girl”); mature and vulgar language; mentions of lingerie/thong/bra; mentions of makeup/mascara/red lipstick; mentions of black high heels; use of wrist/ankle restraints/F receiving; use of a vibrator/F receiving; oral sex/F receiving; overstimulation/F receiving; nipple play/F receiving; clothed Whiskey/naked Reader; no aftercare scene

“Sit.” Whiskey walked you back to the bed and made you sit on the edge. He leaned down and looked deep into your eyes as he cupped your chin. “You got your safe word, right girlie?”

You nodded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Jack pinched your chin between his thumb and finger, and then gave you a deep and urgent kiss, delving his warm tongue into your mouth. He pulled away with a hum of satisfaction.

“Now lie down for me, sugar. I wanna give my good girl her reward.”

You lay back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge, feet resting on the fuzzy area rug next to the bed. You turned your head and watched Jack cross to the bedside table and reach into the drawer for several bundles of silky black bondage rope and your vibrator.

He came back to the bed and sat on the edge near your head, “Hands.” A command, that deep voice matching his dark brown eyes.

You held your hands up and watched him wrap each wrist in a wide band of coiled rope, linking both together and leaving six inches of slack between them. He moved to the end of the bed and kneeled down, opening your legs wide.

Whiskey ran his fingers under the legband of your thong and pulled it to one side, then he pressed his face to your mound and flicked his tongue through your warm folds. He hummed in satisfaction, and the vibrations of his deep voice made you moan.

“Oh, my filthy, beautiful girl. You are just so tender and gorgeous tonight. I think you enjoyed your spankings a little too much.” He buried his face deep and worked you over with his tongue, pressing two thick fingers into you and curling them back as he licked. Your hips bucked until he held you down with one large hand placed flat against the front of your hip.

He pulled his face and fingers away and you whined at the absence of him. “You are such a good girl for me. I might have to paddle you more often.”

He reached for the waistband of your lace thong and tucked his fingers under it. “Okay if I pull this off, sugar?”

You chuckled and bit your lip. “You tell me, you’re the one in charge.”

“Oh, that’s right.” He hooked his fingers under the lace at both sides of the waistband and peeled the red lace thong off, then he tucked it in his shirt pocket. He stood.

“Legs up, girlie. High as you can.” You lifted both of your ankles and he grabbed them, bringing your legs up straight with your heels resting on one broad shoulder. He took up another length of the bondage rope and made quick work of it. Like your wrists, Whiskey wrapped and secured a wide cuff of rope around each ankle, leaving about eight inches of rope connecting them.

He hooked one big thumb behind your knee and pushed, bending your knees toward your chest. He curled his fingers in a ‘come here’ gesture, “Gimme your hands.”

You raised them up and watched Jack grab the last length of bondage rope and secure your ankles to your wrists with an X-shape knot. With your knees bent up toward your chest and your arms pulling your ankles back, your cunt was wide open, the tips of your black high heels pointed at the ceiling.

The sight of it all was breathtaking: your sexy black high heels, the rope, your hands bound… and most of all the handsome cowboy who had done it, standing just beyond your feet and grinning at his handiwork. He frowned for a moment and then tapped his lips, looking like he was pondering a problem.

“Hmmm…” he hummed. “Something’s missing.” His face brightened and he reached into his shirt pocket for your red lace thong, then he unfurled it and hung it over the heel of one shoe with a flourish.

“Now you’re pretty as a picture. And I want you to stare at your bad girl panties while I make you scream. You need to remember what a bad girl looks like while I fuck you.”

Your empty pussy clenched at his words and a wordless hum escaped your lips.

“You got that, girlie?”

You tried to catch your breath and get the words out. “Oh yes, sir.”

“Good.” Jack slapped the back of your thigh gently with his palm. He kneeled back down and grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He kept his big hands on you as he dove back down and started devouring you again, lips and tongue working hard against your clit. In no time at all you were bucking against his mouth and moaning, eyes fixed on the sight of your red lace thong hanging from your heel.

Jack put two fingers back in you and started pulling your orgasm from you, each curl and scrape of his fingers adding to the pressure and tingling in your core. You wiggled your hips and whined. Jack reached up with his free hand and found your nipple, twisting and pinching it between his broad fingers. The pressure and the pleasure built and built until you were writhing against his face.

Whiskey didn’t let you off the hook, he simply turned his head to chase your pussy no matter what direction you shifted your hips, making sure that his tongue stayed in contact with you as you writhed and moaned. Little slips of words rushed out from your mouth, ragged scraps of language that made no sense.

“Yes! No… ohhh.” You gasped. “Please, no- oh!… Jack, please…”

You felt everything coming to a sharp point, and you knew Jack could feel it too, how you clenched and pulsed around his fingers. He let go of your nipple and held his hand firm on your hip, finally holding you in place so he could finish you off.

You came hard around his fingers, gasping and moaning his name as he licked you through it, winding you down slowly with his tongue and slowing the pistoning of his fingers to match your comedown.

You finally felt yourself come back to center, groaning and stretching your legs as much as you could in the ropes. Jack sucked at your clit and then pulled his mouth off, leaving his fingers inside of you.

“Now, let’s see if you can do that again.” You heard him turn on your vibrator and you clenched around his fingers.

“Jack, I don’t-” He cut you off.

“Is that a safe word I hear, little girl? Or are you just trying to get out of having some fun?”

You gulped. “No, sir. No safe word.”

“Good.” Jack held the vibrator against the very tip of your clit and you felt electric shocks rocket through your nerves. The buzzing of the vibrator against your swollen nub was almost too much, nearly painful underneath the exquisite pleasure. You heard a high, involuntary “Oh!” leave your lungs as Jack just held it there.

You felt your second orgasm suspended, like it was right there if you could just get a little more pressure. Jack didn’t press the vibrator hard enough into you to send you crashing back into the waves, and he didn’t push his two fingers in and out. He was holding you just there, chained up and looking over the edge of the cliff.

You tried to breathe into your diaphragm, to calm yourself from the center out, but it was no use. The longer he held it there, the longer he kept his fingers in you but held them still, the more torturous it got. No matter how hard you squirmed and wiggled, you couldn’t get the buzzing to press any closer to your cunt. Whiskey kept that pleasure just out of reach.

You shifted your hips and whined, begging for release. “Jack, please- oh please Jack, please…”

“Please what, sugar?” His voice was low and commanding. “If you want somethin’ just ask for it.”

“Oh Jack, please please please please please!” You couldn’t get the words out, and your ability to breathe or to think was fading fast. You were fixated on the sight of your red lace thong suspended from your high heel, quivering as your legs shook in their restraints.

Jack started moving the vibrator side to side, miniscule movements that released some of the buzzing torture directly from the tip of your clit, but which also made it worse. The mounting pleasure toward orgasm was ebbing and then rushing back, then pausing again with each tiny movement.

You heard yourself shout a deep “Ah!!” that echoed into the bedroom. Now you couldn’t even form words, and your voice didn’t sound like your own.

“You gonna come for me, sugar? Or do I have to stop?”

“NO! Don’t- don’t stop, no stop.”

Jack chuckled low, his voice going dark again, dangerous. “You gonna tell me what you want, girlie?”

“Come- Jack. I- I wanna- I wanna come.”

“Good girl.” Jack pressed the vibrator gently into you, nestling it into the channel of flesh on one side of your clit and holding it down with his broad thumb.

Your second climax overwhelmed you, and you shot off the cliff, over the edge into bliss, tears streaming from your eyes as you shouted yourself hoarse. You shuddered and writhed, incapable of closing your legs or pushing Jack away to stop the awful, delicious spasms that wracked your body. You breathed in great shuddering gulps of air and then released them with a wail as more tears ran from your eyes.

You had never come like this before, crying and screaming with what sounded like pain, while all the while your nervous system was somersaulting with exquisite pleasure, the shocks of your orgasm causing you to squeeze hard around Jack's fingers.

You rode it out for as long as you could, and then you turned, bucking your hips to try to knock Jack’s grip loose, to try and dislodge the vibrator. Just as you were about to shout the safe word, Jack released his thumb and pulled the vibrator away. Relief flooded your system as you felt every muscle in your body relax at once.

Jack stood up and started to untie your ropes. When the first knot released, your arms fell back above your head and you groaned from deep in your chest. Jack rested your ankles again on his broad shoulder as he started to untie your legs. He kissed your ankles one by one. You looked at him with complete adoration.

“Was that good for you, darlin’?” He winked at you as he pulled your high heels off and rubbed his warm hands around both ankles.

“Yes… oh fuck yes, Jack. Please fuck me now.”

Jack laughed and smiled at you indulgently. “Why, sugar. I thought you’d never ask.”

He released your legs, turning you sideways on to the bed before he came up next to your head and released your hands. You watched him as he took off his shirt and belt, pants and boots. He finally stripped out of his underwear and then lay next to you on the bed, looking deep into your eyes and laying soft kisses to your lips as he stroked your face.

“You alright, darlin’?”

You smiled and nodded. “Yes Jack, but oh my God, I’ve never come so hard in my life. That was amazing.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and ran one broad thumb under your eye to collect some of the tears that lay there, sooty from your mascara. His deep brown eyes met yours as he murmured to you softly.

���I love you, you know that sugar? My sweet, filthy little thing. You’re my best girl.”

--- Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels character masterlist Just-here-for-the-moment’s masterlist

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[thekeigospichula]

CW// bkdk/ panick attack/ death/ anxiety/ blood/ self harming/ depression

I look at myself through the mirror, I look at my scars and the freckles on the tan skin, I look at my eyes and the tears falling one by one until they reach the floor.

I listen to the sound of my heart and my cracked sobs, the water running in the shower and the loud music in my cell phone.

I feel the cold floor under my feet and the cold on my bare skin, my dirty skin, my bloody skin.

I look at my hands, all the scars in the same place, the dirt still there, full of blood. I remember having cleaned my hands, but the blood never let go of my hands. I look in the mirror again and my body is crimson, dirty, guilty.

I hear the sound of the water running, I hear my breath, I hear my sobs, I hear screams, I hear cries, I hear people screaming at me to save them, I see hope in my eyes and I see blood splashing in my face.

I feel my legs giving up, I feel my heart rise my throat, I feel my head heavy, I feel my eyes hazed, I feel my mouth dry, I feel my skin in fire, I feel my body in water, I feel-

"Oi, Deku, you've been an hour there, get your ass out"

Kacchan?

"I-I" I can't speak, I can't breathe, I can't stand up, I can't move, I can't save, I can't be useful, I can't be a hero, I can't be pardoned. Why am I still here? Why am I still trying?

"Deku" 

Deku...

Hero Deku is here!!!, He will save us

HERE, HELP, I CAN'T MOVE

DEKU!!!, HELP MY SON, HE IS THERE

DEKU

DEKU

DEKU!!!!

DEK-AAAAAHHH

"DEKU, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"

"sorry" 

I couldn't save you.

"sorry"

I couldn't move faster enough.

"sorry"

I couldn't use any quirk.

"sorry"

I couldn't reach your hands.

"sorry"

I couldn't be enough.

I'm not enough.

∆∆∆

The water is boiling with a couple of chamomile flowers from our garden, a light soup already warm on the table, bandages and a first aid kit ready to take care of  my husband.

Everything's ready, except that fucker. I know him, him and his dumb brain that overthink everything, and that reckless mind of him that always makes me feel like I'm about to die.

The tea is ready, I'll put it in his favorite cup, it's a teamed one of us, when we did that comercial to a coffee company, we looked badass as fuck together. 

I wanted to take a shower together, but the damn nerd said he needed time alone, but it's enough time to cuddle and relax the shit out of him.

"Oi, Deku, you've been an hour there, get your ass out"

Silence, I lean my ear against the door, only hearing the loud music inside.

"Deku"

Silence again... No, sobs, he is crying.

"Deku, please, open the door" The sobs are louder and he's breathing really fast.

"Deku, listen to my voice, I'm here" Shit, he is having a panic attack. And I can't open the fucking door.

"DEKU" fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

"DEKU, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"

"sorry"

What?

"sorry"

Why this shit don't give up whit my fucking explosions?

"sorry"

I need reach him.

"sorry"

I need save him.

"sorry"

I need him here.

Where the fuck are the shitty keys?

No in the drawer.

No in the kitchen.

No in the key holder.

FUCK

I can't explode the fucking door, it can hit him, I can't explode the doorknob, the same shit. Fuck everything.

The mother fucker has to melt under my fucking hands.

It's fucking slow, I'm sweating, but that's good.

"I'm coming baby!"

The damn shit gave up. Fucking finally.

"Izu-STOP '' I take his hands trying to stop him from hurting himself even more. He is in the floor naked, burying his nails on his arms, his torso has fresh scratches and his face is looking down, hi's under a panick attack, fuck. "Izuku, baby, i'm here" I need a fucking cold towel, but I can't let him "Hey, baby, look at me, please" fuckfuckfuck "Izuku" I hug him, caressing his curls "Izuku, listen my voice please, I need you breathing slower" fuck, I try to reach the damn towel on the wall... Yes, I got it, now I need cold water.

∆∆∆

Bakugo put a towel full of cold water on Midoriya's nape, making the curled man gasp.

"Izuku, baby, hear me" the blond caress the green curls with one hand, and the other arm holding the bare freckled body "Please breath with me" Midoriya feel his lungs about to explode, he shake his head, breath hurts "No, don't gimme that, breath whit me, in" Bakugo inhale air and hold for a couple of seconds "And out" then exhale the air " Do it with me, in... and out, yes, like that, again" 

For a while they just still like that, Bakugo caressing the green curls of the man sitting in his lap, and Midoriya cuddles in Bakugo's chest until Midoriya holds himself.

"Do you wanna talk?" The crimson eyed asked caressing the wet cheek. Midoriya shook his head, he was really tired. Bakugo pressed his lips together in a line holding his husband closer "You know that I love you, right?" Midoriya nod his head "And you are loved" Bakugo kiss his head "And you're amazing" he kiss his forehead "And I need you" he kiss his cheek "And you are the most wonderful human being that I have meet" he lift the green haired chin, trying to look at that green beautiful eyes only founding pain and guilt in the dark eyes.

"I'm sorry" Midoriya said tears falling of his freckled cheeks "I'm so sorry"

"Why?"

"I-I couldn't" his voice cracks. "I heard them, they were relieved a-and then" he feel fall again, covering his eyes with his hands trying to continue, but he hear the voices again, the screaming, the fear. A warm hand caress circles on his back after to take off the wet towel on his nape, encouraging the green haired "I couldn't do anything" Midoriya said in a broken whisper "I HAD to save them" his hands lifting in his hair and pulling of it "But I was useless, I kill the-"

"No" Bakugo said in a soft voice, that one only used when he tried to comfort him "You didn't" the blond held the hands on the green hair and kiss his knuckles, relaxing the hands and kissing them again. Midoriya retracts his hands looking with fear at the crimson eyes.

"I did Katsuki, I used black whip to hold the structure, but I was week and I couldn't keep the thing still, I kill them I FUCKING KILL THEM" his voice sound broken and full of hate, because he hate himself for not being enough "THEY WERE RELIEVED TO SEE ME AND THEN I KILL THEM, THERE WERE KIDS, GOD" Bakugo was surprised, this is really huge. 

The freckled look at his hands, bloody again, dirty, disgusting.

"Izuku'' the blond hold his face with both hands, squishing the freckled cheeks "Hear me now, you didn't kill anyone, this is our work, sometimes we can't save everybody, sometimes we fail, sometimes there are hands that we can't reach, and that it's not our fault, okay?" The green haired look at his husband smiling, god, the most broken smile.

"If I can't be useful at least in this, then why am I here?" Crimson eyes wide in shock.

'Da fuck?

"Hey, what the fuck was that shit?" Bakugo stand up, holding the man in his arms and sitting him in the tub of his shower opening the warm water. Yes he knows that that is not the right way to full the tub, but yeah, fuck it.

"Listen to me fucking asshole" the blond said furious, but rubbing gently the green head whit the cucumber shampoo "You are a fucking human, piece of shit" gently clean the soap in the green eyes, and continuing rubbing the green curls.

"You value as a human doesn't have anything to do whit a stupid "use", stupid" he take the sponge and put on it liquid soap of orange and rub gently whit so much care the frackled face.

"It's about love idiot" he take off the soap again of his eyes "And ya love whit all your heart, you love like a stupid" he start to clean the scratched and sore arms and torso, the muscles legs and the rough feet.

"And you was the fucker that tough me that" Midoriya feel his chest warm, the way Kacchan touch him like he was something precious is priceless.

"And that is one of the million fucking things why I love you like a stupid" he washed the soap on the tan skin, caressing the beautiful skin, ful of constellation and thunders, he isn't soft, no, his body is rough and hard, but is warm and safe, being held for that scared hands feels like heaven, feel that beautiful skin against  his feels like home, almost like he was a child again, when he and his husband only mattered, no the world, no the heroes, no the civilians, only them.

"I'm sorry" Midoriya said, with tears in his eyes again "But I don't know what else to do" his wet hands reach his face "I feel that I need to do something" his body tremble under the crimson sight "I-I feel that love it's not enough" a sob broke into his lips "My love couldn't save anyone" and suddenly he feel dirty again, he feel the world on his shoulders and the pain in his chest.

"Now I'm fucking offended" Midoriya look at the crimson eyes whit confusion.

"Why?" The blond sighs, takes out his clothes and enters the tub with his husband splashing water out of the shower. His chest against the scared back and his chin on the green curls.

"Well, because you love saved me" he say hugging the muscle body "Me, the white hair child, the little asshole, All Might..." He pause to kiss the nape before him and thighing his embrace "And more people, that is here being loved for another one thanks to you" Bakugo rest his forehead in the smaller's man shoulder "And you love is really warm, and makes me feel all this stupid and dumb" he whisper "But makes me feel that maybe, I'm not a completely asshole"

"You're not an asshole Kacchan" the freckled man answer with a tiny smile caressing the blond wet hair.

"That's what I'm talking about, I'm an asshole, but you just treat me like, like I'm wonderful and I deserve you love, and that makes me think that I'm doing something good enough to make you think that I deserve being loved for you"

"Hey, Kacchan, you deserve love" Midoriya says a little angry "And you are incredible and amazing, and I know you are rude, but you're kind too" Bakugo chuckles funny.

"Ya, shutup, I'm the one comforting, you just let me cuddle you and take my stupid love" The green haired man smile "Fine, so, I was saying, I'm an asshole, I was more than an asshole, but you save me and now I'm a better human than before" he lean his cheek against the another man "Save is reach the hands that you can reach, win is save the ones you reached whit a smile, and sometimes you don't need necessarily win"

"Hey, who are you? What did you do with my Kacchan?" Midoriya jokes caressing his husband's cheek.

"Shutup, I'm madure now Deku" Midoriya laugh soft, forgetting for a moment his problems "I know that is hard, and... We need help okay?, I... I know that I'm not enough to you"

"Hey, no, Kacc-"

"No, let me speak'' he sigh leaning his forehead against the another shoulder again, whispering soft and gently "I know Deku, I'm bad with words, all that I told you, I had written before, I planed to told you this to comfort you when we were taking the dinner, I... Know that I-I, well, shit"

"Kacchan, it's fine, you don't need-"

"Yes I need, you are a vocal person, you need to hear the things and I'm not good at that" he tight his embrace even more "I can't help you with that, even if I try, so that's why we must visit a psychologist" Midoriya widens his eyes.

"But I though..."

"Yes, and I was a shitty stupid, we can go together or separate, I want to know how to help you, I want to know how to carry with you the weight on yours shoulde-ers" A sobs broke his last word.

"Kacchan..." Midoriya turn his face to see the blond hair still in his wet shoulder.

"Don't look at me, it's embarrassing" Bakugo bury his face in the freckled skin, trying to hide his tears.

"Sorry" Midoriya say with tears in his eyes "I make you cry" Bakugo lift his face, looking at the tears on his husband's face.

"Nonononono, fuck, don't apologize" he doesn't care about his tears "Stop crying" he say still crying.

"I can't, see you crying makes me cry, I'm so sorry Kacchan"

"Aaaaaahhhh, fuck" Bakugo try to clean his tears and stop his sobs.

"It's fine Kacchan, you can cry"

"But I don't wanna see you cry, makes me fucking cry"

"Kacchan is a crybaby like me" 

"Shut the fuck up" he hugs him again hiding his face in the curvature of his shoulder, sobbing in silence trying to hold himself, whereas Midoriya just let himself cry.

He remembers when they were children, one day playing in the little forest close to their houses, he fell, hurting his little hands and his knees, they were bleeding and looked worse than what they really were. He remembers crying so much, because really hurted, and remember seeing the crimson eyes staring at him, tears forming in his big eyes and falling on his childish cheeks.

"Kacchan, I'm bleeding, '' he said sobbing. Katsuki knelt down before his friend without knowing what to do, so he just hugged him. The little Midoriya could feel his shirt wet for his friend's tears"

"Don't die Deku" he said in a sob, scaring the little freckled"

"M going to die Kacchan?" Midoriya said crying harder"

"NO, you don't, I'm gonna carry you to a doctor to save you" the little Katsuki said trying to carry his friend, but his little arms couldn't whit the weight of his friend, making him cry harder, until a little hand tug his red shirt"

"It's fine Kacchan, let me here"

"NO, I DON'T WANT" in the end, they stayed together until the moon raised the sky and their parents found them cuddle in a tree with his cheeks wet"

Midoriya smiles before the memorie.

"You aren't going to let me alone, don't you?" Midoriya says with a smile.

"Never" Bakugo answer without hesitation.

"You're going to protect me, even if you don't know how, right?"

"Of fucking curse, I'm gonna learn how to help you" Midoriya smile whit watery eyes hearing his husband sobs against his skin.

"Fine, let's do this together"

FIN

[benjaminthewolf]

The Story Of P.O.V.: The Optimal Prison

Quick Author’s Note: Holly dang I never thought I would actually be doing this. This was really only supposed to be shared among a small friend group of mine, so be prepared for some dumb jokes/lines of dialogue ahead. And yeah it’s kinda short, but don’t worry, I have longer ones on the docket. 

                                                           ***

*The space around you suddenly lights up as you take your head off the cold, hard floor of the large, glass jar you have been trapped in for the past few hours. Rubbing your eyes a few times to let it adjust to the light, you suddenly find yourself being lifted off the shelf the jar has been sitting on and carried away by none other than the well known Tankman Steve. Steve doesn’t say anything as he takes you out of the tent and out onto the barren wasteland the tankmen have been battling in for Jebus knows how long. Then at last, he comes up to a large, white tank.*

“Captain?”

“Steve? Is that you?”

“Uh, yes, Captain. I brought you the criminal we captured, just like you requested.”

“Ah! Finally! I tell you, regular masturbation gets so boring after a while.”

*The Captain, more commonly known as just Tankman, quickly appears from the top of the tank and proceeds to climb down.* 

“Gimme that jar!” he swiftly instructs Steve as he yoinks the jar from his grasp. He then holds the jar up to his face to speak directly with you.

“So, you’re the tiny little rat that’s been tampering with our communications! You sure thought you were slick, didn’t you? Cutting us off from our supply line for a few weeks? Heh. You really did cause us a loooooot of trouble, oh yes you did! And look at you now. Our brave little soldier, cowering for mercy within the confines of this here glass jar! Oh boy, is this going to be fun, or what?!” Tankman remarks to you with an excited smirk on his face.

“Um, Captain? should I be worried about this?” Steve nervously interjects.

“Hmm? Ah, don’t worry, Steve, this isn’t a Rainbow Dash situation.”

“Oh, okay. For a second there, I thought you were-”

“I’m going to do something waaaaaay more interesting.”

“Okaaaaay, and that is my cue to leave!” Steve swiftly declares before sprinting off back to the base. Tankman watches Steve intently before he disappears from view. He then turns back to you.

“Welp, I guess that just leaves you and me! Now, you might be thinking, “You’re going to put me in jail, aren’t you, Tankman? I am a war prisoner, after all! Where else would I go?” and you’d be correct in that assessment. Kind of. I mean, honestly, with someone as small and slippery as you, it doesn’t matter how many glass jars or other random containers we have lying around, you’re going to find some way to escape from all of them! And we can’t just be constantly monitoring you, that’s completely impractical! So what is an army leader to do in this situation? Well, find some place to put you where we can always know where you are, with no risk of escaping. And that’s when it dawned on me, that I know the perfect place to house such a prisoner like you! Can you guess?”

*There is a bit of an awkward pause as Tankman waits for you to respond.*

“Can you guess?”

*You manage to strew together an attempt at an answer as your heart rate begins to pick up.*

“Hahahahah! Nope! Good guess, though!” Tankman responds before unscrewing the lid to the jar. 

*You give a small yelp as his large, gloved fingers fumble about inside for a second before he is able to grab hold of you. You attempt to wriggle your way out of his grip, but unfortunately, he has too tight of a hold on you for you to force your way out. Tankman sets down the jar before holding you straight up to his face.*

“Can you guess now? Oh, wait, you can’t guess, because I’m holding you too tight for you to breathe! Whoops! Hmmm, maybe it would help if I were to set you down somewhere? Maybe, perhaps, HERE?” Tankman keenly teases you before opening up his gaping monochrome maw and stuffing you inside.

*It was then that you finally understood what place he was talking about when he mentioned putting you in ‘prison’. Unable to conceive of that fate for yourself, you quickly attempt to pick yourself back up and desperately scramble to make it out of Tankman’s mouth. Unfortunately for you, just a mere second before you are able to take the leap, Tankman’s jaws come crashing down around you, sealing you within his maw, as well as sealing your fate. Saliva begins to wet the bottom of your feet before the tongue begins to move. You suddenly lose your balance as you topple over onto the soft, white muscle, just in time to be wrapped up and caressed by it, getting wet, sticky saliva all over your body and clothes. The tongue swishes you around between the cheeks for a little while, before shoving you to the back of the maw, where you feel your feet dangling over Tankman’s throat area. You make one last-ditch attempt to save yourself by grasping onto the large, black uvula dangling above your head. This somehow seems to work for a few seconds, causing Tankman to scoff.*

“You really think that pathetic little stunt is going to save you? Nah, buddy. You’re going down.   ….to my stomach.” he grunts to you before pushing you down his throat with a few large gulps.

*It takes quite a few before you finally lose grip on his uvie, leaving you to plummet down his esophagus, with only one destination: the tummy. Barely able to resist within the tight confines of the throat, you decide it would be better to not struggle anymore as the powerful throat muscles continue to shove you on downwards. You suddenly begin to hear Tankman’s heartbeat as you move further into his body. Then at last, faint noises of gurgling and rumbling begin to pick up volume as you are squeezed through the esophageal sphincter. Diving deep down into Tankman’s guts, you proceed to get black-colored liquid all over you as you take the plunge. Quickly resurfacing as you shove yourself against the white stomach walls, it at last settles in that there is nothing else you can do. You are a war prisoner, and this is your prison.*

“Awwww, are you beginning to get disheartened in there? Well, think on the bright side! At least nobody can violate you in my stomach!” Tankman taunts you as he sits down against his tank and places a hand over his tummy. “And don’t worry, you won’t get digested. Mostly because I’m not sure if killing a war prisoner is considered a war crime or not, but nonetheless, at least you can be happy you’re alive. Which is more than I can say for a lot of soldiers I’ve led. …….oh, poor Bill.”

*Heaving a great big sigh, you realize that if this is where you’re going to be staying for at least the rest of this war, you might as well get comfortable. You nestle yourself into Tankman’s soft stomach walls for a bit as the ambient gurgles and heartbeat continue to rhythmically pulse in your ears. With nothing left to do, you slowly begin to close your eyes as you settle in for your stay in your new, personal, fleshy ‘prison’, provided by none other than the captain himself. ‘I guess it's not the worst deal in the world.’ you reason to yourself as you begin to drift off.*

“Ah, well would you look at that! Feeling comfy already, are we? Well, I don’t blame you.” Tankman states as he pats over his tummy a few times. “Welp! Better get back to camp! I bet Steve’s started wondering what I’ve done with you right about now! Heh! I just can’t wait to see the look on his face when I tell him! That shit’s going to be priceless! Too bad I don’t have a camera around here. Ah well!” he says to himself as he climbs back up into his tank. “Alright, let’s go!” he exclaims as he turns it on and begins rolling along down the wasteland. He then lays his hand on his tummy one last time. “Just don’t let all the war noises bother you, alright?”