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underwater moments w/ Poseidon!reader x Luke
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daughter of poseidon! reader x luke castellan šŖø
IN WHICH.. youāre dating the famous hermes boy š
warnings! this fic contains- no betrayal luke š„³ // percy is a lil bro // fem reader // not all of these are underwater moments
š§- saturn by sza
[headcannons]
sneaking out for starlit swims !!
you and luke spend your nights secretly swimming under the dark waters of camp half-blood, while the moon grazes the surface and turns the black depths glittery. you and him try to remain quiet, but how could you resist laughter when he almost accidentally drowned, twice?!
the famous underwater kisses <3
with little privacy at the kid-filled camp, you and luke rarely found moments alone. all you had time for were sneaky, quick kisses in between planned activities. as a child of poseidon, you found a way to solve this intimate problemāunderwater kisses. creating an air bubble under the lake allowed for a moment with no curious glancesāat least from most. (the fishies and a certain pesky brother often interrupt)
going pearl diving!
luke likes to sunbathe in the gleaming sun, resting on the docks while you splash around in the blue lake. you dive down deep, searching for the prettiest pearls underwater and placing him on the wood surface next to him. this could go on for hours, you entertained by the adventure and luke just happy to be in your presence. the next day, luke graciously gifted you a gorgeous necklace made with the pearls you excavated.
surfing and paddle boarding šāāļø
while the calm waters donāt offer many waves, every once in a while you like to manipulate the liquid so you can surf. not to mention, you love to instruct luke, too. heās not the best, but heās willing to give anything a try. (if weāre being honest, he hates it. he hates constantly falling off the board and sharply coming into contact with the water, but heād do anything if it meant you were happy.)
in contrast, he loves to paddle board with you. itās more gentle, and he can actually talk to you while in the water.
the olive theory! (but with cherries)
definitelyyyy the type of guy to pretend he doesnāt like cherries just because he knows you love them more. every morning at breakfast, he slides you his small fruit cup with only the cherries remaining, and you eat it up every time. unbeknownst to you, heās only doing this to see you smile. he loves the way your lips curl up into a smile when you eat them, the juices staining your lips with a shade of red. he would give up anything to see you smile like that.Ā
carrying a waterproof digital camera around šø
he loves loves LOVES to take photos of you! whether your swimming in the lake or picking strawberries in the fields, heās by your side with the camera directed towards you. heās the number one candid picture taker! and when you ask why, he usually presents you with some dumb excuse or pickup line to conceal the fact that heās totally whipped for you.Ā
āew, stoppp! i look so bad right now! why do you like taking so many photos anyway?ā
ādunno. youāre the subject of all my dreams, sweetheart.ā
late night beach bonfires
singing, laughing, and cuddling by the warmth of a campfire with all your friends is a weekly occurrence for you and luke. it feels like youāre both just normal teens, living life with no fear of monsters attacking or angry greek gods. plus, he makes BOMB sāmores.Ā
CHAOTIC game nights with percyĀ
attempting to play charades with your little brother, but overall he just gets mad and rage quits because you couldnāt guess the word. oh, and we canāt forget the craziest uno nights. you and percy arguing over the rules while luke just stands awkwardly in the corner.
āyou canāt place a draw two on a draw four! it doesnāt work that way!ā
āyes you can!! suck it up and draw your six cards!ā
āuh, guysā¦? š§āāļøā
the annual cabin decoration contest ! (yes, i made this up)
when that time rolls around, you and percy are DETERMINED to have the best cabin. you hang up seashells, scatter around the prettiest dried coral on shelves, and buy fairy lights for a cozy atmosphere. luke watches from afar as you and percy playfully argue whether a lana del rey poster would āfit the theme.ā to be fair, it was a tunnel under OCEAN blvd poster.
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MASTERLISTS š²š¢ REQUEST / TALK TO ME š²š¢ RULES
#luke castellan#luke castellan headcanons#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan blurb#livās writing !#liv yaps
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im happy that you liked my previous lestappen hunger games auš„³š„³š„³ and asked for a part of it. it is alive purely because of you, so enjoy!!
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Charles got picked when he was just 12 years old. It was rare for a tribute to be that young but it happened sometimes.
Jules volunteered for him that year. He could've been 18 the following month but he stayed 17 forever. Charles would always remeber staying up all night to pray for him.
Charles would forever remeber seeing another tribute slashing his throat with a sword.
The whole 10th district mourned his death that day, raising a finger to the sky, pointing to the place where all people went. He was a caring and passionate guy. Even some other districts said their sorries. He was loved by everyone. And by Charles the most.
In just 5 years Arthur was picked. And Charles knew exactly what he needed to do.
The Capitol played his life as a tragic story of a boy who repayed his debt by volunteering himself for his little brother. He knew that Jules didn't want that, but he also knew that Arthur was too small and scared to be a tribute.
He won his games.
He portrayed the role of an innocent brother with angelic face and a pure goal. He wanted to believe the lies that the Capitol made him play. But everyone saw how Markus, a boy from district 4, died. With a dagger in his heart.
Charles was always good with daggers and knives. In his district he was terrible at caring for animals that his family was all looking after. But he was extremely good with skinning and preparing the meat to be sent to the Capitol. He used his skills well during his games.
He never had nightmares. But he saw traits of lost tributes in faces of all people.
Charles lived peacefully for 6 years.
He was more or less lucky with how the Capitol treated him afterwards. He was well aware of how pretty looking tributes ended up. But his role was to motivate all the districts to behave. They filmed a lot of videos with him that they called 'promotional'. To show what happened to people who disobeyed and to people who behaved themselves.
Charles was sick of doing all these lies, but it was better then being a toy for some moneybags.
After 6 years the 75th Hunger Games were announced. The Third Quarter Quell.
There were only three male winners from District 10. Sebastian and Kimi. And Charles.
Charles was picked again. He said his goodbyes to his family.
He was aware that these games would be different and he knew that he won't walk out of them alive. He at least was happy that Sebastian agreed to be his mentor this time too.
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Max was born to win. That's what his father always said. He was trained all his early childhood to become a winner of the games.
That's why as soon as he turned legal age he volunteered.
His father pressured him into the games and never helped. Max was lucky to have Daniel as his mentor.
He won his first games of course. The youngest winner ever and with a record of most tributes eliminated.
He'd thought that he'd never have nightmares. But now he knew.
Max was just 13 when he won, but as soon as he started to understand the world he knew that he was doomed.
Doomed ro relive memories of his father's puppet.
Max dreamed of his snowy arena. Of all 12 kids that he killed with his axe. Of their distorted faces and hoarse screams. He never wanted to fall asleep again.
After the games he continued to study in the academy to be a peacekeeper. He wanted ro do at least something good. He finished with the highest grades and best results. He was offered a position as a Head Peacekeeper. He chose District 10.
He saw people from District 10 selebrate its win when that boy returned home. He saw them raising a finger to the sky. 'The chosen one'. That's how they called him. Charles.
Max saw him sometimes. When he went to the central fair or left to the Victor's Village. He saw how people treated him. Like a son or a close friend. And he treated them the same.
He was their victor.
All winners had perks and Max saw how he gave them all away to people of his district.
Max had to suppress his inner urge to reach out for him. To ask if he felt the same way.
Like a broken tool that no longer had a purpose to serve
Probably he didn't. He helped his people. And Max was a peacekeeper, wearing a mask to hide his face that's outlined by all the deaths that he'd caused.
He tried to reduce people's suffering.
He was a peacekeeper for 8 years.
When the time of the 75th Hunger Games came closer, Max knew about the Third Quater Quell and how it would be like.
There were a lot of winners to compete for District 2, but during the reaping Daniel was chosen. Max didn't doubt that Daniel would've won the quill, but Max saw the trace that the games had left on him. He saw how the games had treated him. He knew Daniel's story.
Max volunteered again.
Long time ago he cared about himself. But he didn't anymore.
He saw that boy from District 10 being chosen too.
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Daniel was born in District 2, but his parents weren't.
He never felt like he fit with all the others.
Since young age he had to attend the academy to train there like every child of the second district muct do. He always hated it.
He read once in some old book from the library a phrase that made him understand what he felt. 'Like a bird in a cage'. His 6 year old self was very impressed.
Daniel liked all his survival classes, the ones that didn't include murders. All of his classmates hated them.
He was never like the others. When he first got to his class he tried to make friends. That's what his parents advised him to do. He tried to smile and tell stupid jokes, to share home-made food with the others and help them study. He tried to be himself.
But it never quite worked.
Everyone laughed at him and not with him. They pointed at him, calling him 'a dumb weirdo'. They took his food away and threw it in a garbage bin. They locked him in storage rooms to skip classes that caused him a lot of warnings and later detentions.
Daniel tried not to notice them but he couldn't. He spent most of his life in the academy with bruises on all his body parts and tears on his cheeks. He knew that he was not like the others but he didn't think that he was so difficult that people can't be in the same room as him.
Until he turned 17.
All students from the academy had a queue for games. Everyone fought to have a chance to win the games. And when the reaping started someone from the list of volunteers would go.
Daniel was picked for the 64th Hunger Games. He thought that someone from the careers would volunteer as they always did. But everybody kept silent.
It felt like a death sentence.
His mentor was Mark. He was fun and helpful. He advised to make friends.
On the first meeting with tributes Daniel decided that he liked only Jev from District 8 and Jules from District 10. They were both nice and didn't laugh at his attempts to be nice too. It was the first time that he thought he could have a friend.
It didn't last long.
Jev was one of the first to get eliminated. Daniel and Jules tried to stay together. But one day into the games they had to part ways to get food and water.
The next time Daniel saw him was with a sword slashing his throat.
He tried to heal the wound but his knowledge wasn't enough.
Before Jules passed away he gave Daniel his lucky charm - a small wooden statuette of a bird. Daniel wouldn later return it to his godson.
Daniel won the games. He knew that nobody from his district expected that.
The following year he decided to become a mentor. For 13 year old Max.
Max was always angry with his bright icy eyes shining with rage. But he also wasn't like others.
He was one of the careers, but Daniel didn't see their traits in him. Max didn't want to win for glory and pride.
He just wanted to make his dad happy with him.
Daniel tried to teach him how to live in this world. He tried to make him realise that he didn't need to kill all 23 of tributes for his dad to be happy with his son. He tried to make him feel better. He tried to joke and make him laugh as all early teenagers his age should do.
And he felt pretty cool when he succeeded in that, hearing his small laugh with a shy smile.
He knew that the boy liked him but he didn't know what to do.
And then Max won his games.
He stood there on the podium with a prideful expression on his face, but all Daniel saw were his empty eyes filled with something.
And Daniel was well aware what was that something. He saw it in himself every time he looked in the mirror.
Daniel tried to reach out when Max told him that he's going to be a peacekeeper. They even met sometimes when he was still studying in the academy.
After Max graduated he was sent to District 10 to serve there. And Daniel tried to still talk to him. Even when Max was very busy with his duties they called each other. And Daniel was always happy to hear his voice.
Daniel made friends among other winners. He had Lewis and Sebastian. But there was still something about Max that made Daniel care.
The next time they saw each other was right before the reaping for the Quarter Quell. All of the victors from District 2 were in the same hall, and there were a lot of them.
Daniel barely recognized Max with all the years that they spent apart. He looked broad and tall, even taller then Daniel. Nothing like a 13 year old boy that had won the games. His face was completely different, a strong jaw and no chubby cheeks.
But his eyes. They were still empty.
They shared an awkward hug and Daniel felt too good in his arms. He wished they could stay together for longer.
And he felt fine until his name was called.
He was picked.
Almost third of all the winners were from District 2, so Daniel thought that he wouldn't be in the games again.
He didn't have the time to think because Max volunteered.
When he looked at Daniel his face didn't hold a trace of uncertainty. He looked calm and sure. And his beautiful eyes flickered with something. But it wasn't the same something as after his games. It was something different.
And in a week he found himself in the same situation like 10 years ago.
Helping Max win.
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Sebastian though he was a good mentor.
He took this role after his win at the 61st Hunger Games. He was the second male victor from District 2.
Kimi was a good mentor too. He was always calm and confident. Sometimes he felt distant but Seb never had a feeling that he didn't care about his tributes.
Sebastial saw a lot of good children that competed in the games. He saw all of them die.
He was a mentor for 8 years until he met Charles.
Everyone in District 10 knew Charles. His family had one of the biggest farms and Charles was extremely skilled with daggers. And everyone knew his story.
Sebastian still remembered mentoring Jules.
For Charles he decided to go for a sad story. That's how they can get more sponsors.
Charles was a pretty good actor and quickly understood what worked the best to get a reaction from the audience. He played well with his adoring face and big eyes.
Even before the games started they had enough donations for Seb to sent him daggers as a sponsor dift, so he didn't need to fight for the weapons.
And Charles won.
It wasn't something that Sebastian was surprised about. But he didn't think that he'd ever experience some kind of happiness. And here it was.
They both lived in Victor's Village. It was almost empty except for 5 houses that were also occupied by Kimi, Silvia and Lily. Both women preferred to live in the Capitol, so usually there were only three of them.
They even met every day for dinners together. It could get lonely sometimes.
Kimi had a family. A beautiful wife and two amazing kids. Seb loved them.
He didn't understand how Kimi could live knowing that his children might go through the same thing in the future. Seb knew that he didn't want kids because he wouldn't be able to live if one of them was picked for the games.
Sebastian waited for the Third Quarter Quell.
When it was announced Charles said that he would go for them if he or Kimi were chosen.
It wasn't necessary. Charles' name was called.
Sebastian knew that it was his duty to protect him.
They decided on the same strategy. Play nice and innocent for the sponsors.
When asked about alliance, Charles said that he wanted Carlos and Max. Seb would've advised on Lewis. But knowing that Nico from District 1 was participating, he would be too occupied fighting his biggest enemy.
Sebastian thought that Carlos was a good option. He was strong and not that arrogant. His help would be great.
But Max was different.
Even though Seb trusted Daniel who said that he was good, he still wasn't so sure.
Max was always quite complicated. He was too aggressive and forward, and despite everything that Daniel told him Seb didn't like him.
The games started in no time.
Charles knew their strategy well. He teamed with Carlos as soon as everything started.
They ran together.
They did pretty good during the first couple of days. Even succeeded in stealing an axe for Carlos and a knife for Charles.
This time the arena was a forest and it got pretty cold fast. They had to help each other.
They found a beautiful lake and a well-hidden cave nearby. There was also a small field with a lot of growing poppies that made it look as it was cowered in drops of blood.
On the first day near the lake Carlos made a small bouquet of them and gave it to Charles.
Sebastian thought that they were a good team. Trusting each other. He saw that something was growing between them.
Until one day Carlos got a spiked arrow in his right shoulder.
Everyone understood that he wouldn't be able to walk out alive.
Sebastian saw Charles trying to help him with all his herbalism skills, Seb himself sent them some good ointment to heal the wound. But it still wasn't helping.
He saw Carlos screaming in agony and Charles crying over his feverish body. Carlos begging Charles to kill him and end his suffering.
They all saw Charles putting his knife on Carlos' throat, choking on tears.
Charles buried him near the shore of the lake, filling his grave with bright red poppies.
The next day Charles decided to go search for the others. He packed all his things and took Carlos' axe. He was shit at working with it but it was his only great weapon as his knife had become dull. And he still remembered some of the tips that Max had shared with him during their training out of the blue.
He walked the whole day and thought that he wouldn't see anyone. But just as the sun set he saw a flicker of light in the distance. As he quickly and quietly approached the bonfire, holding the axe at ready, he noticed him. It was Max.
And Max noticed him too.
"I don't want to kill you", Charles said.
And Max answered, "I don't want to kill you either".
They were awkward at first but Max reached to his backpack and pulled three daggers. "They might suit you better then me. I have no idea what to do with them".
Charles took the gift and decided to give Carlos' axe away in return.
They didn't sleep at night, not really trusting each other yet, and talked. And appeared that they had a lot in common.
Sebastian saw all of this.
He just hoped that it wouldn't end up terrible. And that he wouldn't need to mourn another friend.
#lestappen#charles leclerc#sebastian vettel#max verstappen#cl16#daniel ricciardo#mv33#mv1#my art#carlos sainz#f1 fandom#f1 art#formula 1#digital art
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! š„³ I'm turning 28 years old, my god! I wanted to give you something, as a thank you for the support I've been getting here ā¤ļø
This here is a sim that I made for the Sour Legacy Challenge, which I recommend you all to check out! Sadly all I've done was make this sim... I'm still waiting, and hoping, that we'll get actual bands in the game someday *sigh* She's a teen, I would say she's 16 or older, that's why she has piercings š
Also, if her parents are around, I picture them as being permissive, because the challenge requires her to drop out of high school at some point. In a way, she's everything I wanted to be as a teen, and isn't that what the sims is for? To live a dream? š
I'm also going to be seeing Olivia Rodrigo this next month, and if you don't know, the Sour Legacy Challenge is based on her album Sour. The excitement just made me want to pick this sim up again, and give her a quick makeover. The song that inspired this sim was Brutal, although I had the first lyric of Boys & Girls by Conan stuck in my head while I was making her.
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PRESETS Lips | Chin
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EVERYDAY Hair | Necklace | Top | Jeans | Sneakers
FORMAL Hair | Choker | Hair Accessories | Dress | Tights | Socks | Boots
ATHLETIC Headset | Hair | Top | Pants | Sneakers
SLEEP Hair | Shirt | Socks
PARTY Hair | Choker | Top | Jeans | Sneakers
SWIMWEAR Glasses | Earrings | Hair | Bikini
HOT WEATHER Hat | Necklace | Hair | Pimple Patches | Top | Shorts | Shoes
COLD WEATHER Hat | Scarf | Accessory Top | Dress | Tights | Boots
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I will go to you like the first snow [2/?]
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x OC! femreader
Summary: "I liked it so much. Watching over you, my heart (is) fluttering." Coryo realizes that loving you and having you are two separate things.
Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is a warning. Pre-signs of toxic! and possessive! Coryo!
Notes: For new readers to my work, the genre of my writing is usually more angst, sometimes fluff and slightly melodramatic. So if you are expecting anything sexy, I forewarn you that you ain't getting any. If you want sexy in terms of emotions, maybe I will try! Here's another chapter while I still on a writing roll! Happy new year everyone! š„³š
Love, Angstsfordays š«¶š¼
Link to part one here
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This is the last place Coriolanus thought he would spend his last break before his final and senior year at the Academy. The grand Carnell estate was a sight to behold and the privilege of having a chance to step foot into the home ground of the most distinguished family in Panem is one most could only dream of.
Unlike most of the elite in Panem who lived in penthouses, your family is the rare few who gets to live on an entire estate land belonging to themselves aside from the President.
He didn't expect a simple comment he made about roses would actually grant him this privilege.
The two of you were having a short break at your special spot under the Burning Ash tree before your next class was about to begin. While penning down your study notes, you felt that your hair was starting to get in the way as the wind was picking up.
Grabbing a hair tie from your bag, you gathered your loose hair and tie them into a loose tail. Coryo's eyes were fixated at how you held your hair tie between your lips and wondered since when they looked so lovely. The kind that were looked soft and inviting that he would love to just kiss over and over again.
Once you were done tying your hair, Coryo noticed how your already beautiful features stood out even more. His eyes then went down to the mole that rested halfway on the right side of your neck and wondered if he were to kiss that spot, what kind of reaction would you give him?
A particular scent then wafted to his nose as the wind blew once more. It was feminine yet zesty, comforting and making him want to get closer to you to get more of the delicious scent. It then clicked for Coryo why your scent was comforting.
"You smell like roses." Coryo's voice got you to look at him when you barely returned to your notes after tying your hair.
"Oh, you noticed?"
"And something else." His voice was deep and eyes were intent on you. You were starting to feel butterflies again, oh boy. You cleared your throat to avoid sounding like you were nervous.
"Apples."
"Apples?" It came off as question rather than a statement and you chose to elaborate further.
"When my parents moved to District 11, they lived and worked on an apple orchard. I grew up surrounded by apples." This was news to Coryo as you seldom mentioned anything about your father. Rather than being ashamed, Coryo thought you did not want to say anything as it would have triggered deeper emotions within you. Your glassy eyes proved his point.
"My mother has been interested in perfumery lately and she just created this scent. She always liked roses and the apples reminded her of the happier times she had with my father." You were trying to not look at Coryo as you spoke, fearing that you could break down any second. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you willed yourself to look at Coryo for a second before looking down at your notes again.
"I sprayed a little after gym class to not smell. Hope you don't mind."
"No not all. My mother loved roses too." Coryo rarely spoke about his any of his parents. You did know both passed on, his father died from a rebel shooting during the war and his mother in childbirth. Hearing him speak about her to you made you feel special.
Throwing a small smile his way, he caught it and returned one in kind. "She has this compact powder that smelt of roses, sometimes I will take it out when I think of her more on a particular day. " You didn't miss the look of nostalgia and longing in Coryo's eyes as he spoke. Reaching over to cover his hands in yours, your thumb brushed against his knuckles in a comforting effort. Coryo moved his fingers over to engulf your hand in his, tightening his grip to show that he did not want to let your hand go anytime soon.
"My grandma'am also likes to grow roses in our home's rooftop garden. She's rather possessive of them but would sometimes give me one for important occasions." He tried to lighten the mood. A sudden idea popped in your head.
"You should come over to my house!" Coryo's eyes widened at your statement as you excitedly continued on.
"My mother has an extensive personal garden and she has grown many types of flowers including roses! I will ask her if I can have some for your grandma'am!"
"No, I couldn't impose-" Coryo started sputtering which was very unlike him, but why wouldn't him be? It felt so intimate having you invite him over to your home. He had never visited any of his classmates' home ever since his family went into poverty.
"No, you're not. What's the point of so many flowers if you do not share it with someone? I will talk to my mother, she will be more than happy to! She's maybe my grandfather's daughter, but she's the furthest thing from him." Coryo grinned at your child-like excitement before nodding.
"If you insist."
"It's a date then!" You said excitedly not knowing the subtle impact of your words on Coryo. A date with you? Coryo felt like his fantasy just came true.
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So here he was, decked out in his finest clothes to impress. After giving his name to the guards at your front gate, he was let in no more than a minute later. Once he reached the front porch, a handsome ginger haired man who looked around to be in his mid-twenties was waiting for him.
"Greetings, Mr Snow. I am Rowan, a butler to Miss Y/N. As an esteemed guest of Miss Y/N, please allow me to escort you inside." Coryo nodded and muttered a word of thanks before walking through the grand doors that were held opened for him.
The inside of the Carnell estate was truly a sight of marvel, his family penthouse even back in its glory days was nothing in comparison to your family manor.
Greeted by the doubled sided grand stairs at the center, Coryo took the time to drink in the posh interior.
"Coryo, you're here!" His attention was taken by your voice. Coryo looked to see you dressed in mid length flowy dress with a knit sweater. Your hair was different as it was curled in looser waves and it seemed light as it bounced in the air when you made quick steps down the grand stairs.
"Miss Y/N, you know that you're not supposed to run in the manor."
"Please Rowan, grandfather's not here." You rebutted in jest.
"He has eyes and ears everywhere." Rowan reminded you in response. You sidled up closely to your butler and playfully poked him before speaking.
"And I supposed you're one of them? Are you going to tell on me?" Rowan remained unfazed at your childish behaviour although Coryo could tell he was trying to hold in a smile.
Coryo knew you could be playful sometimes but never would he have thought you to behave the same towards your own staff. Afterall, you are the dignified young lady of the house Carnell.
But then again, you were never one for formalities so seeing you acting so casually to your butler was not too surprising either. However, he did not know if he liked that you acting this way to this Rowan.
"I am but a humble servant in service to the honorable Chief Commander Carnell." Rowan placed his right hand over his left chest before offering you a kind smile. You scoffed before turning to Coryo and grabbing his arm. Giving him a wide smile, you were excited at having your best friend over at your home for the first time.
"Come on, let me give you the quickest house tour before we head over to the garden!" Coryo brought a hand to rest on yours and then noticed how Rowan's eyes narrowed in at the physical contact.
'Harboring feelings for your young miss, Rowan?', Coryo's brows raised slightly at this unexpected discovery.
You waved off Rowan who offered to escort the both of you to the garden, reassuring that you knew your way around and wanted him to take a break.
As you started to ramble on about the house tour, Coryo turned back to see Rowan still looking on at the both of you and proceeded to twitch his mouth into a wired smug look.
You can't and never will have her, Rowan.
Once the house tour which was cut short to just the main living areas due to its sheer size (it would have taken half a day to go over the entire estate) was over, you led Coryo to have a meal at the your mother's garden.
You then brought him to where the rose beds laid and to see Coryo's face light up at the sight of the roses made your heart soared. With your mother's permission, you got the gardener to pick some roses and kept them for Coryo's grandma'am later.
Picking up a small budding rose bud that fell from the bunch, you blew off the invisible dust and beckoned Coryo over. Gesturing him to bend closer to your height, you then broke a part of the stem and tucked the flower above his ear and into his golden curls.
Giggling at your work, you brought Coryo over to the fountain nearby and stared at both of your reflection in the water.
"As pure as the driven snow." Crinkling nose at how cringey you came off, you looked down and away from Coryo who was still looking in the water at your shy expression. His hand rested on your shoulder to prevent you from turning away and nudged you to turn towards him.
His fingers then moved to find your chin and tilted it up to have you face him. As light his eyes were, you were able to find yourself in the reflection of those blue orbs.
"Look into my eyes. That is the person who's the real definition of being pure as as the driven snow." His husky voice spoke and your heart trembled at how attractive you found it.
He was very close. You two have never been this close. "Coryo...."
Coryo grinned at seeing how your ears were turning red- a telltale sign of you being embarrassed.
MY little blushing rose.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you held your breath in anticipation of what might happen next. Coryo smiled at your little action and decided that the time was now to make you his. Just one more inch and he will be able to find out if your lips were as lovely as he thought.
"Y/N! My darling, you in here?" An outsider's voice broke the spell between you and Coryo as you took a few steps back. The both of you looked around awkwardly and pretended as if nothing was about to happen just a few seconds prior.
The voice that called for your name spoke again and you realised it was your mother!
"Mother!" You responded to her call as you moved forward. Coryo was disappointed at what transpired but his feeling quickly dissipated and changed to one of nerves when he saw your mother stepped into sight.
Your mother was a gem of a beauty and one might not have believed that she had bore a teenage daughter with her how youthful she looked. She carried herself well just like any elite lady of the Capitol. But what differentiated her was the kind and approachable disposition she also carried, making her even more charming to the heart.
Coryo thought the apple did not fall far from the tree. The only difference that you had from your mother was the energy you gave. If Coryo were to describe you to be warm and bright like sunshine, your mother exuded a calmness like the moonlight.
"There you are, dear. Oh, you must be Y/N's friend." You greeted your mother in a tight hug before letting go.
"I'm Coriolanus Snow. It's nice to meet you , ma'am. Thank you for having me." Coryo saw how your mother looked over his features before forming an affectionate smile.
"You do look alot like your father."
"You knew my father?" His words came out hoarser than he realized.
"Yes, he was once a pupil under my father. I met him and your mother at their engagement party once. She was such a lovely person. It's a shame." She looked at Coryo with sad eyes but they were not pitiful.
"I'm sorry to bring up painful memories, my dear. If thereās anything you ever need, Iām here to help." Your mother reached over to hold both of Coryo's hands. The warmth she radiated was the same as yours, Coryo thought.
"Are the roses enough? Y/N here told me your grandmother grew roses too."
"Yes, more than enough. She would be thrilled." Coryo's answer caused your mother to smile widely, one that mirrored the smile he adored so much.
"That's wonderful. I can't say enough thanks for you taking care of Y/N in school. I was honestly so worried when we moved back to the Capitol and she enrolled in the Academy. It's a rather big adjustment since she lived most her life in an entirely different place. I'm just so glad she has a friend that she can trust."
"I'm very grateful for her too."
"Grateful that I'm keeping you on your toes? You better be prepared for the new school term if you still want to be on top!" You taunted cheekily, trying to cover up how tense you were still feeling from that almost-kiss from earlier.
"Y/N, be nice to Coriolanus here!" Your mother chided you softly. You crinkled your nose in an attempt to be innocent to your mother.
"I am! I always am!" Coryo chortled at your act. "Not when you try to pelt me down with those dodgeballs during gym class just the other week-"
You immediately brought a hand over Coryo's mouth in an attempt to shush him as you didn't want your mother to hear of your 'unlady'-like behaviour in school. Your mother shook her head while giggling at the two of you engaging in a childish fight as Coryo tried prying your hands off and proceeding to aim and tickle for your weak spot.
Coryo just managed to wrap his arms from behind you in a hold to stop you from running away. Your tummy was feeling weak from the laughing so much and Coryo relished in having you snugged in his embrace.
"Miss Esme,ā Rowan came in to the garden in hurried steps and greeted your mother first before greeting you. His eyes looked at how Coryo was holding you before meeting the young Snow's with an almost defiant look.
You didn't catch it but was wondering why Coryo was still holding onto you tightly, (not that you didn't like it) but you didn't want to show such intimacy in front of others.
"Master Carnell has returned home." Your eyes furrowed in confusion before speaking, "But he was not to be back until the day after?ā
"Apparently, his trip out has been cancelled early due to unforeseen circumstances from the other party." Letting out a deep sigh, you can't believe that your grandfather had returned earlier than expected. You planned for Coryo to come over today, knowing he was making a trip out of the Capitol to provide consultation at the peacekeepers headquarters in district 2.
"Then I guess I have to go, I'm sorry Coryo. I wished you could have stayed longer." You started pouting at the fact that your day with Coryo has to be cut short. Rowan ceared his throat to get your attention.
"Master Carnell is aware that you have a guest and wishes to see all of you in the main foray." Your eyes widened in fear, why would your grandfather want to see Coryo, absolutely not! Who knows what he would say and do to scare Coryo off!
"No no, you do not want to meet him. He's absolutely hor-" Your mother uncharacteristically called your name in an almost shrilling tone.
Pursing your lips tight after your mother's chiding, your eyes wandered to see Coryo biting his lip to hold back his amusement.
"Miss Y/N, we do not want to keep Master Carnell waiting." Letting out a big exhale, you stomped off ahead of the rest to face the music.
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As Coryo entered the main reception area, he first saw the back of your grandfather which stood tall and imposing in his uniform. Hearing the sound of your footsteps, your grandfather turned around and Coryo was immediately reminded of how he used to look up at his father back then.
Your grandfather nodded to Rowan who made his exit shortly after everyone entered the room.
"Esme, Y/N."
"Father." Your mother's voice was polite and sweet.
"Grandpa." You also tried to your best to sound as cordial as your mother.
"What a nice welcome home indeed." Your grandfather was known to be feared by most that knew him but he always reserved the rare warm side of him for the dearest women in his life- his wife, daughter and granddaughter.
This was shown by the small smile (which already meant a lot) on his face as he looked over both you and your mother. The smile immediately dropped however when his eyes moved over to glance upon the young mister Snow.
"I see you brought a guest."
"This is Coriolanus, my friend from school." Usually you would act more of like a brat in front of your stern but albeit forgiving (only towards you) grandfather but you kept in mind that you wanted him to be nice to Coryo and decided to go against your usual routine.
"Mr Snow is it?" Coryo stood a little taller and puffed his chest slightly more to give off a more confident stance at your grandfather's address. He definitely wanted to make a good impression not because he was the great Chief Commander Carnell of Panem but your grandfather too- if he were to ever want you, this was the man he needed to make an impression on.
"Yes sir."
"I heard many things about you." Your grandfather's tone was steadfast.
"I don't remember sharing about Coryo before." You were puzzled as to your grandfather's words before he looked over to you with an almost mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I have my ways." Your grandfather finally let a wide smile as seeing how your eyes widened in astonishment. You wanted to retort before your grandfather continued.
"I trust Y/N was a good host."
"The best, sir." Coryo answered truthfully.
"Hmm, Y/N- would you give us the room to talk?" Your grandfather tilted his head towards you and you furrowed your brows at his statement.
"Grandpa..." You spoke in a slight warning tone. Your grandfather nonchalant to your expression and instead told you he just wanted to have a short chat with Coryo.
With a reluctant step, you walked over to Coryo to pat his arm gently as a form of support. You nodded to him and he responded in kind to ease you of your worry.
"Grandpa, please be nice. Please." You had a love-hate relationship with your grandfather ever since you returned to live with him. While sometimes you were upset whenever you thought of how he treated your parents in the past and his over-demanding tendencies, the moments of tough love he gave you could not be ignored.
You were the only person that could get away with talking back to him and he was always trying to make up to for not being present ever since you were born. Once your mother and yourself were out of sight, your grandfather swiftly addressed the elephant in the room.
"Mr Snow, what are your intentions with my granddaughter?" Coryo had somewhat expected your grandfather to ask this question but it still unnerved him the same.
"I have no other intentions other than being her friend."
Your grandfather didn't seem to take kindly to the politically correct answer that Coryo gave.
"It's funny how you think you can lie to me. I hope you don't think you can use her to your benefit." Coryo started to panic at how direct your grandfather was being. His words were uncompromising and his tone was resolute.
"Never. I would never do that to her. She's too important to me." Coryo justified himself and your grandfather took a short pause before he continued speaking.
"You father was a great man, one of the finest generals I ever got to work with. Your family name is also not one to look over, the Snow is a prominent name." Dread fell upon Coryo as he was being once reminded of how far his family had fallen from the glory days and for your grandfather, a prominent figure in Panem to point them out only served to increase the heart wrenching feeling he always held in his heart.
"My daughter once fell in love with a talented man with no name. And so it seems my granddaughter seems to like a boy that comes with a great name but yet to prove himself worthy of that name." Hearing Master Carnell bluntly saying you liked him sounded too good to be true but of course, Coryo was in high spirits hearing that. He had to control his excitement before responding.
"I don't think Y/N likes me like that, sir." Your grandfather smiled in amusement as he shook his head.
"I may have only reunited with my granddaughter not long ago but I know her well enough. The fact that she acted so cordial with me in front of you which is really unlike her usual self showed me plenty on how she regards you and how she wanted me to like you." Master Carnell took several steps closer to Coryo and the young Snow swore he had to use every fibre of his being to stop his legs from trembling in an obvious manner as the old gentleman stopped a few feet from him.
Your grandfather's eyes instantaneously switched and sent chills down Coryo's spine.
"Mr Snow, you are not worthy. I will tell you this and foremost. Y/N is my only granddaughter. She might not be my successor but I will not doubt she is able to achieve great things and bring glory to the Carnell name." Seeing how Coryo has paled, your grandfather backed up to take it easy on the young man.
"It's a shame what your family has come to after the first war." Coryo sucked in his breath and let out an exhale to give himself the confidence to speak up after all of your grandfather's contempt.
"I am ambitious Sir. I plan to bring my family name back to its glory days." Coryo's answer caught the attention of your grandfather who turned back to face him.
"Are you?" Your grandfather held Coryo in a death stare to see if he truly meant his words and Coryo did try to his best to unyield to your grandfather's micro-aggression.
"Prove it to me and perhaps I shall consider giving you my blessing to even court my granddaughter." It was then that it dawn upon Coryo that wanting you and having you were two separate things. If he ever wanted to have you, your grandfather would be a big obstacle for him to overcome. And for that to happen, Coryo had to gain more power- far more than he initially dreamed of.
Coryo mustered up all the confidence he had before voicing up.
"I will do my best, sir. For Y/N." Your grandfather just nodded before calling for Rowan. It was then you burst into the room like you were on fire.
"Everything is good? Are you alright?" You immediately went over to Coryo's side and placed a hand on his arm. Coryo felt the intense stare that your grandfather was sending and just nodded curtly to you. He added a reassuring smile which relieved you of your worries.
You looked over to your grandfather and spoke, "Thank you for being nice."
"If I knew you would act so demurely whenever your friend is around, I would have invited him sooner." Your grandfather chuckled before looking over at Coryo once more, "feel free to come over whenever you like, Mr Snow."
"Thank you for the hospitality, sir." Coryo replied before your grandfather took his leave. Once the two of your were left alone, you turned to Coryo with both your hands on either side of his arms.
"He didn't say anything to scare you right?"
"I would be lying if I say he's not intimidating but I can tell he loves you very much." Coryo was heartened to see you care so much for him. You scoffed at what your friend said and replied, "He has an odd way of showing it."
"I would do the same if I had such a beloved granddaughter myself." Your face crinkled at how cheesy Coryo was but you didn't give it too much thought.
"But I think everything seemed to go well, he even said you could come over next time. Thank goodness. You did well." Coryo preened at your praise and you stretched your hand to place it on his head affectionately.
Coryo leaned in and felt his heart fluttering as he watched over you looking at him with such pure fondness. You were the only one who ever watched him with such pure adoring eyes.
I will do whatever it takes to have you, Y/N. Nothing and no one will get in my way.
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Weak Spot - Chapter 51
RotTMNT Donatello x Reader
This is just a taste, read on to see this weekās chapter art by @garbagemilkshake
Warnings:Ā Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay
Synopsis:Ā Ā A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadnāt come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?
Is this another dedication? No, this is an celebration. @mothmans-left-nipple has been leaving gifts my inbox with talk of eating delights and attending to Donnie's every whim and I've had enough! Let's go all out! Let's fucking party!!
You know what that means everyone?
It's time.
šVIVA LA DOM DONNIEš
Def not forgotten, but huge shout out to @some-guy-named-dominyk for helping me design in mAY OF 2023 HOLY CRAP SO LONG AGO the special something something for ole Donnie boy! š„³
Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut
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LAST WARNING FOR THE š UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!
Fem!Reader References/Warnings: mentions of heat, menstrual cycle, cunt, talk of watersports, ClItOrAl StImUlAtIoN, pegging, strap on, dildos, harness, lingerie (corset ((not boob kind)), garter, thigh highs, crotchless undies), double penetration mention, womb call, I can't remember if I left the word uterus in there but blanket maybe there too, and a boob tug and roll.
You were awake and thinking about Donnieās slit.
It wasnāt exactly the way you wanted to start your day, but you werenāt mad about it.
It probably would have been beneficial to both parties if only for one thing.
Donnie was still very much asleep.
Turning your head on your pillow from where youād been staring at your ceiling, you watched your exhausted partner take slow and steady breaths. With some kind of rush order due, he had been spending long hours in the lab. Heād come home an exhausted mess only to boil himself to some semblance of clean before burrowing into the sheets for a short bouts of sleep. Crunch time, as he bitterly spoke of it, would be short lived, but happened on special occasions. In fact, yesterday had been the last of the three day stint and youād long decided that today was meant to pamper him.
If only your thoughts werenāt so damn wretched.
You werenāt sure if you had dreamed it, but his leaking orifice had been your very first conscious thought. A needy thing, you very much wanted to help him except you kept having to convince yourself it was your imagination. This was not the relaxing day you had planned and the sleep he was currently attending to should be his top priority.
That didnāt mean you couldnāt fantasize.
Rolling over with care, you settled onto your side to observe him comfortably. He was on his carapace with a few extra pillows propped up so the curvature of his shell wouldnāt impede his comfort. With one arm thrown across his torso, the other appeared to be dangling off the bed. If you were in a better mindset, you might have fixed that for him on the way to go about your day. You would, you decided, when you were done acting out your intrusive fantasy.
Speaking of, you trailed down where the sheets coated him and the prize you sought underneath. Not exactly sprawled in this position, Donnie did have his knees knocked out with his shins thrown awkwardly at two different angles that sleep dictated. An upward sweep said he was somewhere dreamless reserved for the overworked, but you attempted to recreate frustration.
Furrowing his brows and parting his lips, he dreamt of you and having you between his legs. Lapping at his slick and teasing his vent, you tried to decide if heād cum like that or dropped. Above you heād surely plead for the latter, but you flip flopped between both scenarios until you decided you wanted to drown in him. Those achy muscles of his unwound and youād choke as his cock hit the back of your throat. Not gagging, but suffocating on him, drool flooded your tongue at just the thought.
You swallowed hard.Ā
It didnāt have to be a dream.Ā
A little touch wouldnāt hurt.Ā
He needed to sleep.Ā
Closing your eyes around guilt, you squirmed at how one daydream had already soaked you.
The imagined him ghosted your ears with tells of your neediness.
He took care of you like it was his predestined duty.
It was supposed to be both ways, but you always jumped the gun.
The imagery had you hopping onto his cock and making him cum before you simply because your walls felt so good.
Eyes shooting open, you nearly screamed.
You felt like you were in a heat of your own.
You needed to remember what you were doing this for. Resisting the urge to flee, you meant to commit the piously unconscious version of your partner as a cleansing memory. This was the real him. This him needed rest. This him had no duty to make you cum. This him could use a couple of useless cucumber slices over his eyes, a warmed towel wrap, a jacuzzi, and your face smeared with his cum.
You sat upright.
Cursing your brain, you especially berated it for making the scenario a confusing one.
Were you supposed to have been blowing him amongst the bubbles?
It was continuity errors set aside for horny and you gave a tepid sigh.
You were up and you needed to get away before you jumped your poor boyfriend.
Sleep.
He deserved it.
Heād earned it.
Youād let him have it.
In a duck, you were under the sheets.
Feeling mad and thinking with your cunt alone, you maneuvered downward like a kid trying to sneak screen time after bed. A pale purple curtain trailed overhead and messed your hair until you came upon his thick thighs. Plump with muscle and accentuated by his shapely plastron, he had an unfair hourglass. Throwing praise to his busy job for having made him crawl into bed without dressing, you trailed down the purple pixels on his sides in a slow creep.
Rational thought defeated, you were moving on raw instinct. Some sane part of your mind sent off warnings that were immediately drowned. It turned what was left into a foreboding sensation that pounded along with the ache in your belly. You had a molten core that demanded satisfaction whether that be yours or his. One of you was going to cum soon and that was a fact.
Maneuvering straight off the bottom of the bed to readjust your trajectory, you pulled the top sheet free from the rest of its corners. It was now a magicianās veil and the dove released from the top hat would be rated for mature audiences only. Something ran on late night skin channels of yesteryear, you crawled back onto your stage between his legs.
The only barrier being his folded footless shin, you pushed at the stump of it knowing guiltily that the nerve endings there were faulty. It meant you could touch the appendage mostly unnoticed and you listened with each agonizing centimeter to see if your partner would stir from the movement that connected the rest of his leg. Cursing that youād left yourself covered by the sheet, you couldnāt watch his face. You had to rely on only his physical cues and that wasnāt something you were as accustomed to.
Trapped and unable to actually uncover as winter chill would wake him faster, you got his knees properly in place and waited to be pulled from your den. A gopher ruining a crop, there had to be a snare according to your sheeted nerves. Your shield, your undoing, the torturous weight of the inevitable never lifted even past the point where he would have signaled wakefulness. You were prompted to continue then, steal forward more time and more of him, when you realized howād you positioned yourself.
Something you knew moments ago, the feeling of being caught had run your blood pressure up and kicked your memory with fight or flight. Now endorphins confusingly sputtering, you stared down the crux between his legs where they were flopped open. An inviting corridor, his tail was just barely visible and positioned like your daydream.
You could taste him.
You licked your lips.
Inching forward and drunk on the memory of his musk, you gazed eagerly at the soft skin between his legs. Covertly hiding that slit, it was unmarred jade that hid away a buried palace. Reaching for him and only just barely not bumping your shoulders to his thighs, you drank in the natural scent of his body. Not the one you were sure to build up soon, it was instead something patently him and a reassurance that he was there with you.
Consent.
Your consciousness was still buried, but it surfaced long enough to scream the word.
Heād taken you like this before.
Youād also been awake long enough then to give permission.
You wanted him like this.
You wanted him malleable.Ā
You wanted him without complaint.Ā
Without thought.Ā
Something for you.Ā
He couldnāt say yes.
He would.
Wasnāt that worse?
Lips parting for the swell of your tongue, a pulse between your legs sent a ping of abashed desire.
You wanted to pilfer him.
You wanted to sneak a taste.
Heād always given himself over so freely.
What was the point if it was easy?
With the smallest dart, you licked the tip of his tail.
Chaste in comparison to what your mind was doing to him, you imagined hearts in your eyes at the texture of his skin. That faint mark of scales dragged on your taste buds and you ventured forward allowing your tongue to skirt along the appendage. Around you the beast did slumber as you skirted forward with held breath. One puff would awaken the dragon and by the time you reached his apex, you turned your head to tap the guarded well.
Your hands were trapped between your chest and the bed so you clawed into the sheets to restrain yourself as you traced his slit carefully with your tongue. Not for heat, but for its epicenter, you imagined you could feel the moment heād wake up. You wanted to know how heād go about punishing you.
Would there be some intangible resolution?
Those thighs you adored could crush your head in an instant.
Would he fist your hair and pull your weight up by it?
You felt phantom tension in your neck as you rounded his entrance for the third or fourth time.
Would he kick right into his caretaker mode and fuck this dastardly heat straight out of your mind?
Where were you in your cycle?
In a small squirm, his slit moved in a motion akin to a wink as muscle groups rolled along one another on the bodyās track.
You stilled, tongue sitting heavy on your lower lip as your wide eyes stood frozen pools staring at his sex.
This was bad.
You were bad.
Rotten.
Polluting his unsullied form.
Then it clicked.
He was still asleep.
Surging forward with too much zeal and drinking in the terror like your last before cut off, you shoved your tongue into him.
Licking and catching little as he hadnāt been worked up, his body rolled around you. You persevered if he tried to buck you off, not that you could tell where exactly his bodyās move was headed. If he wanted to free himself, you sort of figured youād be transported away by his thoughts alone. That was probably within his power, but he soon settled around the intrusion with your nose shoved into his pelvis.Ā
Scrubbing your face into his warmth like a freshly laundered towel, it warmed your cheeks as you ate him out. Pulling away with shaking breaths where you were neglecting yourself in favor of him, it felt as though all your muscles were tensed in his direction. Even your toes were curled, trying to find a foothold in the bed where your forward momentum was equally and oppositely exerting force. You needed more of your mouth on him as the first strings of acidity began to multiply. Through your own saliva, it meant his desire was building and you did your best to push your tongue as far into it as your irritatingly stunted human appendage would allow. You needed something long and not of conventional means to achieve what you really desired, but you settled for what you had.
His walls pulsed around you and, where a mixed leak of fluids was smeared, it coated your cheeks and flooded your nose with the smell youād once been concocting. Trapped with it under the blanket, you sucked it in greedily each time your nostrils came away from his skin and you rocked your chin into his core for taste after taste.
The loose nature of sleep or maybe your own delusion meant you didnāt realize he was dropping until his glans hit your tongue. In a second, it was slapping your face and you were forced away. Blinking at his manhood on your cheek, you gave a restrained huff of laughter. Fondling and nuzzling the stickiness of his length, you pressed affectionate kisses to him until you felt his thighs quiver.
Sensing that trap you fantasized about, a rush of adrenaline said this was finally it and you screwed your eyes shut for the reveal.
A new and equally irritating form of edging, nothing happened and you cracked a lid.
The shiver had been a spreading as you had more space for your body then you did before. Heād splayed, much like heād been forced to during his heat, to accommodate his member. Loving him all the more for it, you couldnāt stand the unknown any longer and mouthed his length affectionately as you drew back the veil.
In a slow roll, you pulled the sheet free of him and felt a confusing mix of emotion as fresh air flooded you. It meant the musk of his sex had been released, but you siphoned the new oxygen all the same. High off the supply, you gazed up the bottom ridge of his plastron to Donnieās face. Laid to one side, there were little creases to his expression just as you imagined. Nowhere near as titillated in comparison, you palmed his knot and took his spaded cockhead into your mouth to see if you could draw them.
A delay from the tablet to the screen, the input time was relatively steady still and his face twitched with foreign ecstasy. That dreamless wasteland heād been resting in was wavering under his form and you moved to stroke his member. A single pump brought his lips apart and his snout wiggled with a heady twitch. He was adorable to a fault and you swirled your tongue around his glans.
The bouncy bit that could spread undulated in your mouth and you imagined that expansion was coming very soon. Not something you had ever charted, his spread was an inevitability and you never thought it could be a telegraphed moment. Now faced with the chance to document it in real time, you were struck with an understanding of Donnieās penchant for research.
Not only was your mateās mind endlessly fascinating, but his body too.
Heart now aching along with your core, you gave a testing suck to see if you could coax his spread out. The stretchy nature of his skin said you could and hollowing out your cheeks you meant to.
āY/Nā¦ā
You froze.Ā
It was small.
Impossibly so.
A pitiful size.
Easily missed.
You.
He wanted you.
From the void, heād asked.
Who were you to deny him?
Hoisting yourself up, every fiber of you only knew his cock. Leaving it physically meant nothing as it was etched into your cellular design and the blanket that had since been seated on your shoulders fell away like some needless cowl. Tossing it aside for the true battle, you extracted yourself like a chieftain from a throne and moved to show why heād chosen you to fight. You stood in a show of battle.Ā
Your right foot pressed into the mattress beside his hip and the weight tipped his body.
His brow said it was too much so you stepped with your left to the other side and steadied his ship.
The course corrected with the faintest whine, you towered as the impending dock before mooring him with a drop of your hips.
His cock slid right into your soaked core and the moan off your lips was obscene.
It also roused him.
Not caring, you dug your knees into the mattress to get height before dropping heavily back down his shaft.
His breath stuttered as he tried to cross the barrier of consciousness.
Fucking him with a new ferocity, you watched his eyes roll against his lids.
These were waking sensations he had clearly never felt before and you bounced so hard against him the entire bed creaked.
āF-fuckā¦!ā The lines on his physical curtains were drawn too fast and the shades of his lids slammed open before his pupils could focus.
āI-Iāll s-say!ā You added a roll to your ministrations.
āY-youā¦ā Fighting for his life, a hand brushed one of your legs as if touch was his first sense back.
In a few more paws and against your furious thrusts, he locked onto one hip for a crushing grip.
Catching his hand and digging your nails in as a warning if he dared to stop you, you moved for a deep grind and it sent him partially back to that dead space youād roused him from.
Mouth gaping with unsaid words, he gave a series of grunts before clarity drew out the true noise you imagined his hindbrain wanted.
He gave a deep sultry churr.
It brought the whole of your torso down upon his while continuing to relentlessly bounce your ass. You couldnāt reach his face with yours at this angle so you settled for your hands and squeezed his cheeks. It finally placed his gaze and you saw a form of betrayal as that beautiful brain of his began to put two and two together.
A whiz at math, he caught your other hip with painful accuracy. Instead of hindering, he aided and lifted you higher than you could alone. Knowing it would sting, you tried to get yourself upright as he lifted you right up to the barrier of his spread before letting gravity skewer you. It wrangled a scream through the burn and happy tears streaked your cheeks at the branding.
Wanting to be impaled again, your hands flew to grab his wrists in some sort of indication. He read the ley lines printed on your palms and lifted you up for what you thought would be another delicious drop. A coaster with an unseen bend, he held you in the air with suspense before he slammed his hips up into you against physics grip. Screaming rapture, he plowed your floating form and the pinch and brunt of him filling you over and over felt like he was fucking your heart straight out of your chest.
Dropping suddenly, you felt your body force the ballooning of his knot inside only for the wrench to make the final turn on the hydrant. Dousing your fires, you gnawed on your own fingers as euphoria had them tangling up your form to keep your skin in place. Not even sure if your peak had been reached in a conventional sense, his had a telegraphed cool down and you slumped a happy slack above him in what felt like a propped pillow.
āY/N.ā His voice came stern with post-nut clarity.
āYes, love?ā You responded, dopey and half-lidded.
āWhatā¦ā He dug one elbow into the bed with a shove. āā¦wasā¦ā The other came down on a rock that got him upright. āā¦that?ā He breathed hot irritation into your face.
You pecked the very tip of his snout.
His nostrils flared.
You gave him another tiny kiss.
Tilting away from your lips, he took to scenting your neck with a latent grouch. āYou smell goodā¦āĀ
āCan I be in heat?ā
The leading of his nose stopped and he craned an incredulous brow at you. āNot with a regular menstrual cycle.ā
āHuh.ā
āYour breath is atrocious.ā He caught your chin and tipped you side to side. āWhatās come over you?ā
āDonāt knowā¦ā You cooed through a haze.
āInhale something?ā He sniffed again as if he could place it.
āLike what?ā
āSex pollen?ā
Part of you very much wanted to know what that was, but the other that had been reigning all morning won out. āNo.ā You giggled as he nosed your throat. āJust want you.ā
āI can tell.ā He spoke. āRecap.ā
āWoke up, wanted you, sort of-ā The brunt of what youād done doused you like an iced bucket. āUmā¦ā
Where he still had your chin, he brought you to look at him.
āIām sorryā¦ā You whispered, hoping to curtail your morning breath. āIā¦ I messed upā¦ā
His exhale had a gruff edge. āAre you alright?ā
āMe?ā
He nodded.
āBesides the guiltā¦?ā Your gaze dropped to where his ever-softening cock was still seated in you. āDonnie, I donātā¦ā
āIām okay.ā With a little bounce, he pulled your eyes back. āIām alright. You have retroactive consent. Do you hear me?ā
āYesā¦?ā
āIām more interested in the mechanics.ā
āMechanics?ā
āHowād you mount me?ā
āI ate you out first.ā
āYou-ā He stalled with bewilderment. āHow long?ā
āI donāt knowā¦ I was sort of stupid horny.ā
āYou performed oral andā¦?ā
āYou dropped and said my name.ā
āI spoke?ā A levity attached itself to his words.
āYeah, a sleepy mumble.ā Nerves were rapidly exchanged for butterflies at his raising disposition.
āThat isā¦ā He broke eye contact to search the air. Finding nothing, he returned with intrigue. āThen you?ā
āGot on top.ā You nodded.
āWhich thenā¦ā Catching up with the present, he gave a new impressed chuff. āFascinating.ā
āWhat partā¦?ā You felt his cock retreating and it brought your hands to his shoulders.
āYou may not have realizedā¦ā He eased you a little as he exited. āBut I am a very light sleeper. I was nearly ambushed many a times in my youth. Quick waking is paramount to survival.ā
You made a noise as that made a sad sort of sense.
āI feel I should be more concerned.ā
āButā¦?ā It sounded like he was leading though heād made a clear stop.
āBut Iād like to brush my teeth.ā
āOh.ā
āAnd take my turn.ā
āOh.ā
āMind?ā He twitched one of his thighs as a signal for you to get off.
āUh, yes. I mean, of course.ā Throwing your weight to the side, you meant to fall, but he got hold of you and made your dismount more elegant.
Leaving you to give a satisfied squirm in the sheets, he took leaping steps toward the bathroom and the curve of your spine disrupted his spent. It trailed between your legs and a flighty noise caught in your throat.
āWait, Don?ā
The tap was already on and he gave a full mouthed grunt that said his toothbrush was already in his mouth.
āI should wash up. Iām kinda leakingā¦ you, ya know?ā
His head shot out of the bathroom door with foamy lips. āAnā?ā
āThatāsā¦ā You stumbled wondering if it was a problem; to most guys it was.
He seemed satisfied with your revelation and returned to his task.
Laying back, you wondered if it was strange. In theory it wasnāt, you both usually gulped down each otherās bodily fluids without second thought, so why was it so odd to taste your own? Youād tasted yourself on his lips more than once and, though it wasnāt something you chased, it wasnāt like it grossed you out. Instead, it was usually enhanced with the thought of where heād just been and the act itself of kissing him was always a pleasurable one.
While your mental debate stalemated, your partner emerged.
Jarring as his existence interrupted the candidates at their podiums, you waffled to get into a better position. It amounted to little in the time allotted, but you watched him slow as you got an elbow behind you to prop you up. It angled your body down where you let your legs fall open to see the sight of what he had done to you.
He glanced at your core with a flick of his pupils before coming up with a near comedic air.
You pouted and slammed your knees together. āWhat?ā
āYou neednāt do anything.ā As he neared, he parted the canopy to place his hands on the edge of the bed as if he might crawl up.
āI want you to want meā¦ā
āI do.ā Instead of walking forward, he extended his arms to their full height.
āNo, likeā¦ I want to feel sexy doing it. Like Iām doing something.ā
āYou are.ā He was just shy of laughter.
āIām not making sense!ā You groaned and let yourself collapse.
āToo much?ā
āNot enough!ā You felt like kicking and screaming. āMore sex!ā
He gave into a chuckle. āI meantā¦ā He caught your ankle and, in a rough tug, he pulled you right up to the edge of the bed.
Your heart skyrocketed and you stared up at him with appreciation.
āMy teasing.ā
āYes, I get it! Iām walking perfection in your eyes. I know!ā You shook your head.
āI understood your intent.ā
āYeah, I just said it.ā
He gave a playful growl before releasing you in favor of slamming his fists down on either side of your hips.
You squeaked as you bounced.
āYou want to be a showstopper. You want to take my breath away. You want to make me drop at a glance.ā He towered over you with burning intent.
You stared up at him. āOhā¦ Youā¦ā
āUnderstand.ā He insisted.
āSo when you saidā¦ā You ran back through the conversation though your sex flexed a protest. āā¦that you doā¦ Youāre saying I donāt need to now.ā
āYes, in this instance.ā He dipped down and you thought he might kiss you. āThere is no need, but that doesnāt mean your ability is stunted otherwise. Do you want to know the last?ā
āIād kind of like to be on your cock while you tell me.ā
āSalacious.ā He grumbled heat and came down to nip at your cheek.
You giggled and turned into him which he pointedly shirked away from. āSeriously!?ā
āI have standards.ā He rose out of your breathās reach.
You puffed out your cheeks and nudged your body down to grind on him.
He caught you. āStory first.ā
āA short one.ā
āYes.ā
āHurryā¦ā
He gave a put-out sigh before smiling. āTwo days ago.ā
You diverted some thought to the occasion.
āYou were running late to work. Your clothes wrinkled and youād missed the top button on your shirt.ā
You gave him a confused look. āI thought this was supposed to be a ādrop on sightā moment?ā
āIt was.ā
āYou-!ā The protest stopped as his casual response sunk in.
āIn a rush, an otherwise messā¦ā He openly reminisced and his eyes rolled with delight. āMine.ā
āYou didnāt say anythingā¦ā
āYou needed to leave.ā He came down from cloud nine with sweet tidings.
You squirmed, needing him more.
āAs I said. The power is yours and you command it well.ā He reviewed you with growing pride. āNow youāve been very good.ā
You bit your lip to keep from asking for a reward.
He smirked in a way that said that was the right call and swept down your body for a set of measurements on how he was going to go about taking you.
Thinking you were a step ahead of him, you wiggled your ass in a show that it was at the edge of the bed so he could eat you out over the side.
His chin dropped, indicating that he might, but a concurrent thought brought his lids up. āAnother ride?ā
āYes, clearly.ā You shifted your hips at the ready.Ā
āFocus.ā He flicked your forehead.
You held the spot with a grunt.
āMe. Iām asking if youāll top again.ā
āI can.ā You blinked lackadaisically.
āThe night I first churredā¦ā He gave your thighs a squeeze before jumping up onto the bed.
This time you timed his bounce to right yourself.
He rounded you on all fours before throwing himself onto his carapace. āWhen you rode my face.ā
āI got you.ā You moved beside his head and readied to throw a leg over.
āA little different.ā He brought a hand up to stop you.
You waited with a frown.
āPatience.ā His lids came down with joking disappointment.
āYou donāt need to explain it, just shove that tongue in me.ā
He turned onto his side to pinch you. āYou had complaints about consent moments ago!ā
āOld me. Donāt care.ā You tried to pretend like his fingers hadnāt stung. āGo, hurry.ā
He gave a loud dramatic sigh and flopped back down. āFine. I want you to sit on my face and time it. Suffocate me. I want to push the limits of my held breath and in exchange youāll get as many orgasms as youād like.ā
The explanation alone was enough that you spun around to grab your phone.
He gave an amused chuff.
You got a stop watch up before a small thought bubbled an incessant worry. āWaitā¦ What if I donāt know when to stop?ā
āIāll momentarily lose consciousness.ā He shrugged and adjusted his head at the ready.
āDonnie!ā
He flicked his gaze at you. āIāve suffered worse. Come here.ā
āPromise youāll be okay.ā
āI doubt weāll reach that point. It was meant only as a possibility.ā
āDonatello.ā
āI swear.ā He turned to you. āNow take your damn seat, you heathen.ā
Cunt clenching, you moved back into position and this time he helped you along as you straddled his face. Adjusting for the angle, you wanted to descend just right while he clamped onto your thighs as his safety bar. Chewing your lips in preparation, you had just about gotten yourself where you wanted when his brow furrowed.
āDearest.ā
You hummed a question, looking down your body at him.
āSit.ā He breathed heat and yanked you down.
Straight onto his tongue, your head rolled back for sweet relief. Licking into you, you rolled your hips to chase him and felt the odd contrast in his freshly brushed teeth. It meant the lingering mint mixed in for an odd icy hot burn that you thought you might get addicted to.
Grounding down to cut off his nostrils as he requested, you faintly tapped your phone where it was loosely clutched in your hand. Immediately abandoning it as he tasted you, your belly throbbed with need. It still wasnāt enough so you caged his head tightly between your thighs and exerted as much force to squeeze a little more ecstasy out of him.
It came with increased ministrations and a loud rumbling moan that rolled into an eager churr. Having angled his snout near your clit, the vibrations shook there in a mock sensation of a magic wand and you cried out at the thought. Muscles in your ass already spasming, he brought you to a near immediate climax and tongue fucked you straight through it.
Instead of falling forward like gravity wanted, you protested with carnal desire alone and threw your hands back to grip his plastron. The hold was a strange one, but it meant you had new leverage on your hips. Using it all along with a manic grind, you found you could shove down with more than your body weight and earned another euphoric moan that had you clenching on that sharp tongue of his.
Curving it into you, it couldnāt quite reach where you hoped, but that didnāt make it any less. Riding his face as if you were trying to stay on a mechanical bull, you rocked the entirety of his body. He navigated you with a seasoned diverās accuracy and dug his nails into your thighs to brand the moment with little crescents. Youād think of them fondly later as a second peak blanketed rationale.
Feeling everything keenly, he let go of your legs and you might have protested had his hands not dipped under your ass. He dug his thumbs into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh and with a jagged drag he split you farther open. It sunk him those few little centimeters deeper and he held there.
Delirious tears forming as another orgasm neared, he prodded your backdoor with one digit and the subsequent unraveling came with a full body spasm that caused it to breach you. Wobbling through a soprano, the sweep of fluids leaking from you spattered what felt like everything below your legs. Whether it was mixed with his saliva or all coming from you, it was enough lube that his finger sank into the first knuckle joint and he pressed it towards where his tongue was buried.
Lightning shocking your body as you swear you felt the connection through your innermost walls, you screamed out his name with no indication of why. It was a call of what he did to you, had done, and would eventually do and he answered it by continuing to make good on his promise. Only wanting to make you cum again, he slowed only to ease you off your current orgasm before ramping right up to the next. Now timing it with a finger in your ass, the dual pump had you rolling back into both sources of pleasure and your next orgasm came without any true indication.
Now on an ever-present high, you drowned yourself until your jaw dropped and drool poured down your face just as slick soaked the bed. A stream with two outlets, it melded an ocean whose only desire was to drown its sole occupant. A man not bothering to swim, Donnie sank. Suffocating his mouth, filling his nose, and presumably taking his vision as the whole of his face was firmly wedged between your legs, you felt a weary pinch and burn that dropped like a stone in your mind.
Your bladder.
It ripped terror through you and though youād settled firmly on not giving a shit about him eating his own cum, you werenāt about to suddenly piss down his throat. A flex warned how imminent such an act was and, in a flurried jump, you were off of him and into the bathroom before anything could happen.
āWhy!?ā You heard him rage from where youād left him.
Shuddering from sweet release, you slumped against the cold toilet as he gave a single bang on the door.
āFor that!?ā
āDonnie, come on!ā You cleaned yourself up and threw the door open only to have your phone thrust in your face.
āFirst.ā He shook the device that read a tidy 23 minutes and change. āI could have gone at least 10 more minutes and second!ā He removed the barrier so you could feel the brunt of his displeasure. āI desire the whole of you. I do not care!ā
āI appreciate it!ā You yelled and pushed past him. āI, however, wasnāt sure!ā
His snout wrinkled with protest.
āNot of you!ā You waved your arms to dispel him. āMe! Iām allowed to have reservations about new things!ā
He gave an irritated sound at the truth of your statement even if he didnāt care for it.
Reaching the bed, your actions caught up with you and your knees wobbled. Steadying yourself against the mattress, you listened as Donnie washed his hands. The rush of water reminded you of what had just occurred and you glanced at where the two of you had been on the bed. Your imagination a reality, there was a clear soaked spot that was carved out by your knees. An imprint of your joining, you chuckled at it and felt a needy pulse of your southern muscles. āThereās no wayā¦ā
āWhat?ā He was right beside you.
You jumped and he steadied you. āYou-!ā
The angered heat was exchanged for another you watched him take your scent in.
āIām still turned on.ā
He nodded, eyes lulling at the smell.
āCan you tell the difference between me and this?ā You gestured around, imagining your last session clung to the air.
āYesā¦ā He surfaced with only a crack to his lids. āYou smell better.ā
āYou keep saying thatā¦ā You licked your lip. āDo I smell different than usual?ā
āItās good.ā He came into your space and butted his snout against your neck.
āYou're repeating yourself.ā You instinctively went to hold him. āMay I got into something?ā
āDid you?ā He asked with licks to your skin.
That need you summoned him for grew. āDonā¦ā
āIāll take care of you.ā He husked, nosing up to your cheek before his snout wrinkled. āBrush your teeth!ā
āPiss drinker!ā You shouted the double standard in his face before going to do just that.Ā
āOne does not have to have a proclivity to be open to the concept! Just as Iāve had the passing desire to mark you as my territory, there doesnāt have to be action! It is devotion!ā
You slammed on the metaphorical brakes and your hands came up for two very obvious stop signs even though youād already executed. āNo. No, no, no!ā You spun wild eyes around at him. āWe are not going to brush past the part where you just said you wanted to pee on me!!ā
āMark-ing.ā His lip curled as he slowly enunciated as if that was something different than how youād described it.
āNope!ā You turned heel and continued back toward the bathroom. āNo. No. No. No. No. No.ā You continued to pop the sound with a new and different inflection each time until you reached the sink. āYou get teeth brushing or that. Not both!ā You snatched your brush up, flicked the tap, wet it, and smashed the bristles while applying paste.
Donnie appeared a looming presence behind you. āThen youāll be delighted in mine listing of the safe bacteria in healthy urine versus the utter filth that proliferates in oneās mouth!ā
āIām not listening!ā You hummed the words through foam.
He began listing scientific names for what had to be bacterial strains while you loudly hummed to drown him out.
You both continued to increase your volume in time until you spat, rinsed, and turned on him with the most deafening scream you could muster.
He quieted for only a single moment of rage.
āYouāre lucky Iām so irritatingly turned on right now because otherwise I would beat the shit out of you! Itās still on the table, but maybe Iāll just fuck you into submission!!!ā
His entire body twitched.
It dropped your guard.
His eyes at their widest stared back at you and the faintest squeak interrupted the otherwise silence.
āOh.ā You tilted your head.
His cheeks exploded with color.
You reached out and pressed a pausing hand to his plastron to keep him from leaving.
His eyes squeezed shut as another pathetic peep caught in his throat.
āDonatelloā¦ā You cooed.
He cracked an eye open for you though it looked like he was boiling alive.
āLook at youā¦ā You traced over his pectoral scutes. āYou really have lost control, havenāt you?ā
He parted his lips for what looked like a protest, but only a breathy exhale emerged.
It betrayed him further.
His expression grew miserable.
āAll those emotions.ā You dotted over his heart. āAll this yelling. Unlike you.ā
He had a faint shake to him.
āWhy didnāt we think of it?ā You parted your lips knowing the plump would hypnotize him.
His gaze locked onto it.
āThat I could take care of you? Make you forget. Like you said. I have the power.ā
That wobble became a little more furious.
āWhat do you say? I really want to. Especially when youāve turned such a pretty colorā¦ā You stepped into him, your body nearly flush to his.
The back and forth was distinct in a way that you could tell was a counterbalance.
Tracing over him with growing understanding, you heard him give a wrung out noise as he looked away with repulsed shame.
You continued down his body to where his hips were furiously swaying with the wag of his tail.
āCome.ā You held out your hands and he kissed you so hard into the sink you could already feel the bruise. Turning a whimper into a moan up into him, you moved against each other until he needily tugged at you. He drug uselessly at your body and you knew he wanted to lift you, but you refused to help. It amounted in him becoming more and more frustrated until he broke the lip lock to send that feeling down to you.
You were waiting with a cocky air.
āIāve made something.ā
āI have something for you.ā
You stared at one another before trying again.
āYou do?ā
āIām sorry-ā
Lids dropped with irritation, you both made an annoyed noise at the overlap.
Lifting your hands up to show you would abstain, he urged you to go with a curling of his digits.
It amounted in a third stand off where you groaned out of it. āSame time!ā
āThat is what got us into this predicament in the first-ā
āLetās exchange at the same time!ā You cut through, exasperated.
āAh.ā He liked the idea enough to take a step back. āWhat room will you need?ā
āPit stop in the bedroom and then here.ā
āThat works.ā
āOkay.ā With an agreement set, you both exited the bathroom. Donnie went to busy himself by his nightstand while you went to the dresser. Shoving straight into the familiar stack of winter clothes, you quickly located the ugly holiday sweater and the garment box wrapped within. Pulling it out and tucking it to your chest, you checked to find your partner with his back a calculated turn away. āIām going!ā
He heeded your call with a nod and you tucked yourself into the bathroom. Behind the closed door, you heard him move, but ignored him in favor of getting your lingerie set on. The corset being the easiest part to snap into; you marveled at how it was your exact measurements. It was a horrifying sort of incredible that only Coral could achieve. Not actually wanting to know how sheād done this, you wrangled the garter belt and got lost amongst the straps.
It took some time working out the logistics and having to unhook the thigh highs as you forgot the underwear, but you eventually donned the entire set and looked at yourself in the mirror. Without enough room to back up and see the entire ensemble, you jumped to view as much as you could. The glimpses shot powerful inoculations of confidence in you and by the time you were moving to look down the length of your body, you knew you would be successful in your surprise mission.
Knocking the wood of the door to signal your exit, you called your partner. āDon, you ready?ā
āY-yes!ā
His stutter made you pause.
Maybe this wouldnāt be as alluring as youād hoped.
He could very well be the one who gave Coral the measurements and it tinged your mood.
If this was another of his creations, a thing he desired to see you in, that was one thing.
Coral was something else entirely.
Running a digit along the plastron-like bottom of the corset, you wondered if this shape was something he actually preferred.
Something you couldnāt give him.
That feral side of him would never wholly be able to give itself over to a human.
That part of him was turtle.
Was it always a little dissatisfied with his choice?
A fuck was a fuck and it could be settling for second best.
All you knew was you werenāt sure.
You could also easily find out.
Shoving the negative feelings down and scrounging the powerful ones you once had, you opened the door.
Across the room, Donnie was facing your side of the bed. His scarred carapace in full view, he was hunched over something and sat a vision between the parted gauzy drapes of the bed.
āAll suited up.ā
He jolted, but didnāt turn.
āDon?ā
āIā¦ā He hesitated in a loud way and you heard him squeeze what sounded like wood. āI have a history with leather.ā
āGood thing it's not.ā
His head lifted. āYouāve put something on.ā
āThatās what I said.ā You took a few steps out and his interest helped bolster your momentary lapse. āHow do you feel about silk and lace?ā
His neck rotated the slightest amount and his tone held admiration. āThatā¦ā
āWanna see?ā
āIām having second thoughts.ā
āOhā¦ā
āNot about you!ā He very nearly turned and to prevent it, he slacked back over whatever he had. āThis. This here.ā The bed creaked as he pushed down on the object. āI donāt know why I botheredā¦ā
You were in motion and next to him where you placed a hand on his shoulder. āWhatever it is, I bet itās amazing because you made it.ā
He glimpsed you with a quick flick to just catch your face. āI suppose weāll seeā¦ā
You squeezed him reassuringly. āI had my own hang ups about mine. They happen. Letās let each other decide, hm?ā
He sighed, trying to blow away his concerns. āYes.ā
āCountdown?ā
āFrom three.ā
āThree.ā
āTwo.ā
āOne.ā
You stepped back to put yourself on display and Donnie turned with a wooden box in hand.
He very nearly dropped it and had to scramble down to the floor to save the object. Catching it in time and with a quick survey to make sure it survived the fall, he turned awe up at you.
You did a little anxious strut. āTa-dah.ā
āWhatā¦? Whereā¦?ā Setting the box safely aside, he was entranced as he rose and moved toward you.
Readying yourself for him, you watched as he traced the lace detailing up to the corset.
āThe shape.ā He had a smile on his face.
Not a lusty heat, though it was partially there, he was more amused by it and that made your heart soar. Leaping to accommodate the organ, you jumped him and pulled him into a kiss of desperate gratitude.
He garnered your hips to pull you back and nuzzled your cheek. āWere you honestly worried? You are a vision. Stunning. Dazzling. Ravishing. I have a thousand and more descriptions.ā
āItā¦ I sort of thoughtā¦ maybe that youā¦ā
He nudged you a last time with his snout before retreating enough to watch with an encouraging gaze meant solely for you.
You softened at it. āThat you wished I hadā¦ a shell... or something.ā
You were hit with a puff of air from him snorting.
Your hackles rose.
āIām sorry.ā He failed to cover his lips from a wrinkling smile. āI-ā
āDonnie!ā
A laugh escaped him, loud and bright.
āItās a real concern. I donāt know!ā You thumped your fists to his plastron.
āItās not.ā He covered your hands to hold them in place and dipped forward to kiss you.
The intensity nearly bowled you over and translated something deep.
āOnly you. I only desire you in your true form. No tricks. No broaches.ā He pressed his forehead to yours.
You nodded against him.
āHmā¦ I suppose if you were to mutate then that would be your true formā¦ā He pulled away with the thought and it was the way his pupils flicked up to the top right that told you this was the first time heād ever considered the option.
A small bout of fear ran its course as you worried if youād mistakenly planted the idea.
With a single shake, he tossed the idea away before you manifest true worry. āNo matter. My feelings the same though my body would require an adjustment period.ā
āOh?ā You squeezed his hands.
āSudden change can be difficult for me to process.ā
You stole a quick kiss.
āSoothed?ā
āYes.ā
āCarapaceā¦ā He chuckled to himself.
āDonāt tease me! I was worried!ā
āAm I making light?ā He stepped away to examine your outfit.
āJustā¦ why would your turtle halfā¦ I donāt knowā¦ Want me?ā You did a twirl within his hand.
Skimming a digit down the side of your corset, he had a fond smile. āTurtle half? I may refer to different states of myself as such, but never that.ā
You squinted.
āMy mutation is a unified front. I am unique. I want you.ā He traced the lace at your hip.
That you understood. āYouāre you.ā
āYes.ā He grinned with what was at first appreciation before it dipped mischievous while his fingers followed a strap right into your soaked folds. āI do enjoy this ensemble immensely. Especially this.ā
You shuddered, legs spreading to accommodate his touch.
He stroked and kissed down the side of your head. āMight I persuade you to make this your staple undergarments?ā
āDefeats the purposeā¦ā You replied breathily.
āEasy access.ā He bumped his head to yours.
āHeyā¦ā You touched his arm to stop him. āDistracting me, what about your thing?ā
He froze.
āDonnieā¦ā You craned your neck away to catch a glimpse of him.
āImpulse!ā He spoke with a full retraction of his form and took a few steps away. āNothing more. Nothing we should concern ourselves with!ā
You hummed, unimpressed.
He robotically retrieved the box. āIāll just store this. Or destroy it. Both. One. Or-ā
āTell me honestly: Do you actually want to table this or are you embarrassed?ā
āIāmā¦ fine.ā His eyes flew from side to side before landing on you. āFine, yes. Thatās the one.ā
It was your turn to laugh.
He inched away as if he thought you were distracted.
You quickly crossed over to him and put a hand to his arm. āYou are a terrible liar and that wasnāt even what I asked!ā
āIt wasnātā¦?ā His expression cracked.
āNo!ā You giggled. āHow have you gotten away with being fiendish all these years!?ā
āThere is a difference between an outright lie and twisting the truth.ā
āWanna take that question again then?ā You tilted your head up at him cutely. āFor me?ā
His eyes held a certain betrayal before he gave up and lifted the box a little more toward you. āDo you recall when I lost our wager the day you commanded me?ā
In a blink you did. āYes.ā
āI wasā¦ inspiredā¦ā He gestured for you to follow and he placed the box on the bed.
āWhich part?ā You came close, studying how the wooden square was constructed. It struck you as similar to his furniture so you imagined he had built it. With no obvious door, you imagined you needed to slide a panel to reach the contents.
He held out a hand for you to see for yourself.
You gave his arm a final comforting squeeze before going to open the box. Testing the corners, you found the top panel did slide and inside there was a huge purple lump. An odd thick cylinder, you lifted it up with both hands. Coming into the proper light, it almost looked like a non-tapered dildo with a pale purple shade that seemed demure compared to its size. Thick beyond comprehension, it was equally long and didnāt have a distinct head. Instead, the base was solid and the opposite end puckered into a hole. Testing a finger against it found a plush interior with ribbing that brought your eye over to Donnie. āThis is...?ā
āA combination sex toy built for my anatomyā¦ā His voice wobbled.
You turned the hefty toy over. āSo this goes in you and then you go in thisā¦?ā You demonstrated sticking a finger into the toy.
He nodded, his face ablaze.
āYouāre so sweetā¦ā You set the toy down before coaxing him to you.
He came with a faint nervous whine.
āShhhā¦ This is wonderful.ā You peppered kisses along his cheeks. āYouāre alright. You want me to use this on you?ā
His gaze plummeted and he headbutted into your chest in a comical bend for his size.
You cradled him close regardless. āWe can go nice and slow, butā¦ Iād likeā¦ I want to make you feel good.ā
āI was supposed to take care of you.ā He mumbled into your torso.
āSounds like you're trying to twist the truth out of thisā¦ā
His body flinched with guilt.
āMhm.ā
āI didā¦ craft you a strap.ā
āYou did?!ā You pulled away with what you quickly realized was too much excitement. āSorryā¦ā
āNoā¦ Iām glad you like the ideaā¦ I amā¦ I-ā He grit his teeth as if it pained him before turning around to reveal his wagging tail. āI despise this incessant thing.ā
You couldnāt help but skirt the appendage. It slapped against your palm and you felt the telltale excitement leaking down it. āI think you'll grow to like it. This guy knows. Let me change your mind?ā
All of him stayed still save for his tail.
You kissed his forearm. āWeāll go so slow. Weāll stop if you need. All the usual.ā
He peeked over his shoulder at you.
You stared back with an open question.
He frowned and flicked his head away for another desperate whine before he stormed over to the dresser. There he extracted a tangle of black straps and shirked his size in approaching you.
āWhy donāt you put that on me? For control and because I donāt think I can without mixing up everything else Iāve got going on.ā
That earned you the faintest bubble of mirth and he knelt down in front of you.
Taking a wide stance so he could get between your legs, you watched him methodically go through the process to strap you in. With one long bit going over the top of your ass and two separate supports cupping under your cheeks around each leg, there was a large plate of sorts covering your mons. Feeling a sturdiness that you imagined came with rock climbing, Donnie left, murmuring something, before he returned with the toy.
āProblem?ā
He shook his head and you loved the way his cheeks flushed.
āWanna share?ā
āIfā¦ā Adjusting buckles and a ring, he worked on getting the toy added to the strap. āIf.. thisā¦ā
āFeels good?ā You offered.
āAdjustments.ā He got the word out and gave a sigh where he had to lean his head against your leg. āI'll make adjustments. For your pleasure. An added mechanism.ā He grunted. āI havenāt explained the tech yet...ā
āTake your time.ā You pet his head.Ā
āAt the time, I was only interested in the logistics. What did a design for me look like? A wholly new problem to solve. My only focus: could it be done?ā You heard a button snap and watched as he slowed. āWhat came to fruition was without further thought. Not ofā¦ use or otherwise.ā
You stroked down his cheek and his eyes closed momentarily.
āI should have considered you. You gave me the idea.ā
āI did?ā
He turned to look at you against your palm.
āI mean you said I inspired it, but now you make it sound like I told you.ā
āYou did. Something along the lines ofā¦ā He took a steady breath and his gaze flicked to the past. āāCan you cum like this without dropping?āā
āWhich you werenāt sure ofā¦ā You remembered the way he shook his head then.Ā
He nodded.
āWowā¦ā
His gaze lowered to the toy where he made more adjustments.
āIf there was further thought, what happened when you were done?ā
āI made the box to lock it away.ā
You stared until he released the toy and watched how it hung.
Not satisfied, he moved to further fix it.
āDonnie.ā
āThere should be a pleasant weight for youā¦ā
āDon.ā
āFrustratingā¦ā
āHeyā¦ā You tapped his head.
āNot even in the strap.ā He turned up his self exasperation to share. āI could have easily added an insertion point for a smaller toy or something for clitoral stimulation!ā He clicked his tongue. āNo, I added a self-warming feature.ā
āWarming?ā
āTry.ā He released the toy.
You felt a weight that comfortably pulled at your hips and reached down to brush it. The smooth surface had that same bounce, but now there was a distinct skin-like heat to it. āWoahā¦ā
āStimulated through use.ā He griped and leaned back on his haunches.
āDonatello.ā
āYes?ā
āHave you tested this at all?ā
Instead of a full twitch, you saw one of his fingers involuntarily move.
You knelt down and felt an odd adjustment in having something dangling long out in front of you.
He looked you over in a wounded way. āIā¦ may have left yet another truth out.ā
āWhere?ā You tilted your head with a knowing weight.
āBeta testing clearly comes after prototypeā¦ Howeverā¦ā
You rested a hand on his leg.
He stared down at your digits. āIt seemed pointless to use without you. It seemed equally improbable that I could bring it up.ā
āYet here I am.ā
āWearing the strap I created after having had the same impossible considerations.ā He chuffed.
āSilly.ā
āQuite.ā
āIs it self-lubricating too?ā You stood and held out a hand to him.
He hitched on the idea with a half raised appendage so you scooped him up the rest of the way. He allowed himself to be led over to the bed where he mumbled aloud ideas for the next version.
You tied back the canopy as he made mental schematics and then urged him to sit while you got your lube. āDon, whatās it made of?ā
āSilicone.ā He gave a quick response among many others.
Checking the level of your water-based solution, you brought it over and passed it to your boyfriend. Having since gone silent, he cupped the container between his hands as he continued to think. He was the perfect warmer, you thought, as you rounded the bed to gather up the pillows. Whacking yourself only a few times with the toy as you were still getting used to its extension, you created a big fluffy barrier right behind Donnie before rounding to stand in front of him.
āI should take notes.ā He told you.
āNope.ā You stood with a lazy smile.
āIāll forget?ā
āThat a question?ā You cocked a brow.
He grimaced. āNoā¦?ā
You pushed a finger to his scutes. āLean back.ā
āBut-ā
You gestured.
He had to look to see youād created a comfortable prop for him. He returned with an appreciative, but meek shrug and then anxiously leaned into the pile. Needing only a minor adjustment, he got into a comfortable lean and you bumped your knees against his.
āReady?ā
āNo.ā
āWant to stop?ā You caught his eye to translate your severity.
āNoā¦ā His gaze fell.
āThink you can look at me?ā
He shook his head.
āYou want to watch the toy?ā
You got a nod.
āWhat if Iām not ready to use it?ā
His eyes shot to yours.
āWe need to work you up. Youāre so tense.ā Picking the toy up so it wouldnāt hit him, you held it away as you leaned in for a kiss.
He gave you one with wound nerves.
āYouāre okay. Youāre going to know everything thatās going to happen before it does.ā
He nodded and the next press of lips was a little more lenient. Eating it up in a near literal sense, you chased him for cautious presses until you felt him languish against your mouth. It was then that you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip in question and he answered by pushing into yours with an ache you knew all too well.
Pressing to him for the intimacy meant the toy wedged between you. Against his lips, you found he didnāt seem to notice it on contact. Finding that a good sign, you only broke away when he had thoroughly liquified before you started pressing targeted kisses down his jaw. Lounging in your attention, his head fell back into his prop and you laved at his neck. Tasting his churr on your tongue, you eased toward his shoulder at the same time as you pressed into the flat plastron around his belly.
As if activating some unknown mechanism, his legs fell apart and you ate up the real estate. Shifting out of the side saddle, you were afforded more closeness and you made it clear your hand was going south while your teeth were heading to refresh your mating mark. He gave an anticipatory chirp that you translated as a go ahead.
Fingers skirting the bottom of his plastron, you made him well aware that you were heading for his slit as your lips dragged over your crescent claims. A few agonizing squeaks sounded beside your head and you teased his entrance at the same time you bit down into his shoulder. Your honed chirp emerged loud and between your jaw and hand, you soon had him a chirping and churring mess.
āNeedā¦ Yoursā¦ Againā¦ New!ā He got out through stunted chittering sounds.
āYou will.ā You extracted and swiped your tongue over the blood. āSoon. You can do it very soon depending on how good you are.ā
He squeaked his interest as you scissored him open and he bucked.
āLook.ā You nudged his chin with your nose as he always did to you before extracting your hand from him.
He gave a whimper that returned his human speech. āWhatā¦?ā
You showed him his slick on your fingers by stringing it between your digits. āLook how ready you are.ā
āReady.ā He mimicked, a little lost.
āMhm.ā Having to break contact with him to find the lube bottle. You located it, warm, from where it had been tucked under his thigh. āSo good. Youāre so good.ā
āY-yeah?ā
He hadnāt responded so easily to praise before and you gave him a quick eager kiss for it. āVery.ā
His eyes rolled back amongst a breathy vowel and he edged his hips at the ready.
Soaking the toy and stroking it to warm it back up, you casually bumped the tip against his slit in the meantime. He twitched at the ready with each brush, until you felt the heat of it come alive. Knowing everything was ready all around, you probed a little extra lube at his entrance before turning your attention up to him. āReady?ā
His body lit with a fresh wave of anxiety that swirled across his lusty features. He managed a nod against it all.
āIāve got you. Any time, all the same stops that we use for me, okay?ā
āY-yeah.ā
āThatās it.ā Looking down to make sure everything was aligned, you pressed the tip of the toy inside him.
āBigā¦!ā He tensed up.
āYup. So it can take you. Relaxā¦ā Having to wipe a hand off and saying a silent apology to your thigh highs, you caught his appendage and threaded your fingers. āIām right here. You took both our hands before. That has to be as thick as this.ā
He gave a faint nod.
Giving him time, you rocked only an inch or so the tip in little barely breaching pushes.
Less for his body and more for his mind, it took a lengthy amount of teasing until his muscles smoothed back out once again.It was only then that you felt confident enough to enter him further. The next inch you gained came with headier churrs and you took it as a good sign to keep going. His fingers clenching yours in rhythmic flexes to remind himself of your existence and you held him tight as you rocked deeper into him.
New sensation for your hips, you mentally praised his ability. Not only his stamina, but the precision he was able to garner around what was essentially a semi-rigid rod. Sure nerve endings played a huge role in that, it still felt impressive as you were having to gauge his reactions as he did you. Feeling very much like you were on the other side, you felt a drive to satisfy your partner. That mixed with one of plowing him senseless, you understood why he loved to draw out the process.
Surpassing a quarter of the toyās shaft, you stared intently at Donnieās face as you imagined youād be nearing his cock soon. A squirming, chirping mess, he hiccupped noises that you imagined signaled he was close to dropping. With no indication of flexed muscles for you to check with, you searched him to see if there was any sign of him holding back. Besides the squeeze of your hand, you didnāt see anything apparent until he let out a sudden scream and you lurched forward, sinking all the way into him in a quick snap.
āToo much!!!ā He screeched, tears pricking his eyes with horror.
āWhat happened?! Are you hurt?!ā You were in a backswing when it happened, but it felt as though heād sucked you in.
Only squawking in response, he fought against you for an upward lift that immediately had him hissing.
āWoah! No! No!!ā You wrenched your hand free of him and caught the top edge of his plastron. āYou canāt pull out like that! Youāre going to hurt yourself.ā
āToo much!! Too much!!ā He cried openly with his mouth twisted in horror.
āDonnie! Donnie!ā You tugged, trying to get him back into place. āI can pull out, but you need to relax. I canāt move!ā
He shook his head a vicious side to side.
āPlease, Don. Listen! You need my help, but I canāt like this. I know itās hard. Please!ā
He let out a frustrated whine and you felt his heels dig into your legs.
A sharp force from both the house prospectic and that one hind toe, you felt terrible for all the times youād done it to him. āPlease!ā
He caught your shoulder and immediately dug his nails in.
āAh! Stop!ā
āY-you!ā
āI canāt!!ā You shuffled in place where you were firmly buried. āIām stuck!! You have to listen!ā
More shaking ruffled the sheets.
It took a few tries with him doing everything ro hold you at bay, but you eventually let him cleanly claw rivets through your shoulders just to get free and slap his cheeks.
He jolted with shock though his eyes refused to focus.
āDonatello!!!ā You pulled hard, digging your nails around his jaw.
He surfaced with clenched teeth and a whine like a creaky stool about to break.
āYou have to get back into position. Lay back or else I canāt pull out. Can you hear me?ā
He dry heaved.
Heat pricked your gaze. āPlease, Donnie. Please!ā
āOh-Oh.ā
āDonnie?ā
āO-!ā He spasmed.
You held his hand as he tried to thrash, but the movement clearly pained him. It caused him to contort to a near violent degree and you whispered that you were there for lack of a better phrase.
āOh!ā
You hummed along with him, at an otherwise loss.
āO-ver!ā
You blinked wide. āOver?ā
āO-!ā He choked and ground his teeth.
āThatās-! I didnāt realize you were trying to talk! Over what, Don? Over what?ā
āSt-!ā
āAlmost!ā
āOver-stim!ā He roared with a lurch and a bitter slack that he fought with each second.
āOver-stimā¦ā You gasped. ā-ulated. Shit. Uh.ā You ran your gaze over his twisting form in a flurry. āYou need toā¦ You canā¦!ā In a wrangle, you captured his hands and pulled them close. āSomething distractingā¦ Somethingā¦ā Having held his quaking fingers to your chest, you parted the pair. āDonnie, do you remember? Silk? Itās smooth, right?ā In a back bend of both your wrists, you placed his hands at your waist, around your corset. āRemember the feeling?ā
Another weak whine, his fingers tried to clasp and spread over the fabric.
āItās smooth. Silky. Feel?ā
He hissed like a snake as he went for a firmer grip.
Stroking his forearms as encouragement, it took what felt like hours as he soothed himself running his digits up and down the purple fabric. By the time he quelled, his weight came down with a sudden heft that the entire bed tipped. Your nerves shot nearly as high as the mattress and you were left without a thought as you had no way to stop the action. It thankfully countered itself with gravity and clanged back onto its stand with Donnie only giving a minor grunt at the movement. āDonā¦?ā
He gave another stunted sound.
āAre you alright?ā
He had an exact timing of the up and down with his breath.
You figured it was still too soon to interrupt it. āIām here.ā
āKnow.ā He got out on an exhale and you squeezed his arm in time.
Stroking soon turned into a palming and when he clutched your waist, you animated knowing heād reclaimed a part of himself. āHey.ā
āHiā¦ā His voice came quiet.
āWhat can I do?ā
āIā¦ā He sucked in a greedy breath and then let it out slowly through parted lips. āDidnātā¦ account forā¦ too much.ā
āWhat happened?ā
āIn me, on me.ā You felt one of his fingers draw a circle on your back through the corset.
āIn youā¦ The toyā¦ On youā¦ Oh, how your dick inside?ā
āSuction.ā You felt him test the clapses on your top.
āThatās what pulled me.ā
āToo much.ā
āI bet. Don, Iām sorry.ā
He shook his head and you realized he was counting each metal hook in a rhythmic repeat.
āWe canāt stay like this forever...ā
He arched an irritated brow that said he knew all too well.
āBy suction, do you mean it's like sealed?ā You looked down, afraid to test with your hips.
āFeels like it.ā
āIf we angle it then the seal would break, but that would mean...ā
He gave a vague nod.
āYou okay?ā You touched his plastron.
He exhaled roughly. āComing down.ā
You stroked a pressure against his scutes.
He relaxed a modicum under underhand.
āWhat does it feel like?ā
āToo much.ā The words came out of him fast before he made a little annoyed noise. āUnlike the last.ā
You tapped your understanding.
He seemed thankful for it. āIām overly filled. Itās foreign and uncomfortable. Like lead.ā
You focused all your attention onto your hips to keep them in place as you leaned up to him.
He did his own minor adjustment as he folded to meet you for a kiss.
āThis okay?ā You asked after the first chaste brush.
āDistract.ā He mumbled, capturing your lips for another.
Cradling his neck with one hand and with your other a further stabilizer on his thigh, the two of you kissed a comforting weight. Imagining it as a ballast for the buoy inside him, you deepend the maneuver to balance the scales. Concocting a heat from what this act usually led to, your bodies operated on muscle memory to drink one another in.
Your desire flaring, you tried to break from him in fear that youād pantomime a familiar rocking of your hips. He chased you with heady chirps and churrs that stirred you all the more as you couldnāt resist him. Leaning more heavily into you where you were scared to move, he dipped his tongue in to taste you and you were further coaxed as he filled your mouth. Entendre layering, you created a suction to keep him in place and he chased the feeling.
The bend of his body caused something to shift and in your mindās eye you watched a girder split clean in half.
Donnie broke from you with a rasp and drool as his cock dislodged from the toy.
Knowing what that meant, you scoured his torso for his hands.
Grabbing them, you squeezed one another to hold on as you began to pull out.
Ruined, your partner chirped a string of sounds that sounded like an alarm bell going off.Ā
āIāve got you...ā You soothed.Ā
He flexed his hand and almost crushed yours.
āAlmost thereā¦ā
With the spit heād cropped up, he gave a soaked squeak.
āHold on...ā
His thighs rippled around your hips.
āYouāre doing so good, Don.ā Hitting that familiar quarter mark, you imagined his cock was about to be freed.
His legs locked around your back and smashed your pelvis back together.
Not able to verbalize your surprise, you arched into him and he belted out that honed chirp.
A pause lapsed where you listened to his heaving breath before you swiftly pulled to that same point before slamming back in.
It renewed his flow of tears and commingled with the other fluids leaking around the obscene expression on his face.
āGood!!?ā You chirped your delight.Ā
He gave a delirious nod that could have been the bobbing from your thrusts.Ā
It spurned you further, fucking into him and soon abandoning his hands for his large hips. Two dense walls of muscle, you scooped under them and, in a feat that must have been executed on pure adrenaline, you hoisted him up to thrust deeper. A devolving heap of rolling pitchy sounds, he shredded the sheets trying to hold onto something. His lower body arched into you and he threw his shoulders back hard, crushing the pile of pillows in a way that made you think they might burst into feathers.
Body screaming around the many labors you were unaccustomed to, you shoved them all down in favor of your partner. Your outfit drank your sweat, clinging close for a stickiness that was mirrored by your partnerās similarly spattered skin. It was a plea from your flesh to stay together while the act unfortunately dictated movement. A heavy squelching, different than yours, cropped up and you looked down only to be hypnotized by an elusive nectar.
Each stringing drop felt like thousands of wasted dollars as fluid dripped from Donnie. The roll of his pelvis stretched the soft sopping skin and you loved the way it clung, hungry, from each backstroke. He didnāt want to let you go and with each renewed entry his body thanked you by devouring you. A lower mouth suffering massive dehydration, it guzzled you down and spilled its soak as in its desperation.Ā
The push and pull as something of the sea, foam cropped up in the form of the mixture growing paler by the second. Each push shoved more of his slick out and replaced the pearling said pre-cum was drowning out his lubricants. That meant his orgasm was closing in and the thought launched your gaze up to where youād been neglecting your partner's attention.Ā
Donnie sat in shambles above you.Ā
Arriving a ship into the eye of the storm, he seemed to sense your attention and brought his eye down to stare at you above his gaping maw. A flash photograph trapped you in the moment and your hips stalled at the sight of him committing you to memory. He only mewled, his tongue rolling drool in his mouth as indication that you should continue and you buried yourself in a lunge to kiss him. He gave it with strings of saliva, another bit of him refusing to let go.Ā
Your retreat stung, but it was necessary to square your hips.
Anticipation sent his head back and, in a roar of exertion, you felt your vision slip as you did your best to jackhammer into your much larger partner. He cried from some unseen place and through your daggered grip on his thighs, you felt his winding. Not letting up for a second, your feet slipped in your stockings which caused you to further scramble into the thrust. You were rewarded, maybe one stroke too many, as he went dead silent before his body coiled.
A pythonās constriction, he lifted clean out of your hold and caught your arms up in the wrap of his legs. Caught and crushed, the spasms rocked the both where you imagined there was nowhere else for him to go. The encasement inside matched the one out and his voice appeared within a freefall. Realizing heād been crying out at some level above your hearing range, he rasped down from his orgasm with your name until his twitches evened out in an appeal for him to go slack.
His sudden dead weight was entirely too much and his legs became two-ton stems that tried to force you out of him. Scrambling free yourself as that would be too much too soon, he squeaked out in pain as you bobbed inside of him. Pushing deep to make up the lapse, he choked against his thoroughly taxed cloaca. The lengthy sex hitting you in a similar way, your head fell forward onto his plastron where you panted in a cropping pool of your own sweat.
Catching your breath, you heard Donnie give a wrangled trill that asked a sort of question.
Either a worry for you or something about your next action, you palmed his pectoral scutes to hike yourself up. āHowās the suction?ā
He nodded and nudged your hips.Ā
āAlright, itās going to be a lot. Readyā¦?ā You drew out the sound to silence as you caught the base of the toy to hold steady as you extracted it.
You felt the venom in his gasp as you freed yourself and stepped back enough to examine how the item had fared. Glistening from his many juices, you had had a tilting hold and were rewarded as you stood the toy up to find it filled like a cup with his semen. Quirking a smile at it, you found more dripping out of your partner in thick globules. Donnieās tail flicked irritated as the cum used him as a landing strip to escape to the floor.
The first weighty plop gave you an affectionate chuckle before a few more plunks summoned a groan from your partner.
āHowāre you, sweet guy?ā
He bleated dramatically to translate how disgusted he was with himself.
āAw, donāt be like that...ā You cooed as you slipped out from between his legs and approached him from the side.
āLay down?ā He managed.Ā
āIf I go down, Iām staying down. I can already tell.ā
He made a sound that wondered what was wrong with that.
āThereās still me.ā You used your free hand to skim his arm.
He tensed under the touch before his muscles gave back out.
āWater?ā You wondered, pulling away to let him rest.
āIāll die.ā He whined and extended one of his to fall a heavy weight over his eyes.
āIāll get you some when you come down more.ā You offered.
He didnāt exactly respond and instead made a decompressing noise.
Gazing over your work fondly, you were definitely going to use his fucked out form as spank bank material and went to review your strap. Not wanting to waste his cum, you stroked the wet device to keep it warm and looked for buckles. Finding a way to loosen the contraption, you went through the lengthy process of stepping out of the harness all while keeping the toy at a pleasant temperature.
Legs jellied, you sidestepped and nearly fell into your nightstand when B.E.D.F.A.S.T. clipped your vision. The machine would certainly help you stay upright and you looked upon it with the fondness of an old friend. āDarling Protocol-ā You paused and turned to Donnie. āI havenāt had to say āBypassā in awhile.ā
He gave a pathetic nod that was more a scrub against his forearm. āSuperfluous.ā
You hummed a thanks before resuming your course. āDarling Protocol B.E.D.F.A.S.T. on my command.ā
The machine sat its usual silent, though you knew it was ready.
āMark, support bar, horizontal.ā
An arm extended out of the panel and stretched out at the ready. You grabbed it and used it to hoist a knee up onto the bed before you found a fatal flaw.
With the machine hanging over the head of your bed and Donnie hanging off the far side, you couldnāt enjoy the show of him while wrapped up in B.E.D.F.A.S.T.ās tendrils.Ā
āMark, can you move the bed?ā
With a clicking chunk of work, six arms soon emerged all at the ready.
āOut...ā You stepped back to get a better view perspective. āMark, letās tryā¦ say three feet from the wall and to the left, out of the way, if you can reach.ā
Taking a moment for what you assumed was some unseen scan, the arms went to work latching onto the bed at various points. One even steadying the canopy, the bed was gently pushed and Donnie immediately made a noise of protest.
āYouāre alright.ā You told him. āI just need some room.ā
āWhy?ā His question was so exhausted it almost didnāt sound like he wanted an answer.
āI told you.ā You walked in the space appearing as the bed moved out of your way. āIām gonna take care of me.ā
He twitched in a new way that you read as recognition and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. stopped before its task was complete.
āDonnie.ā
With several grumpy grunts, he forced his arms to his sides where he struggled to get the strength to prop himself up.
āDarling Protocol, lock out user Donatello from B.E.D.F.A.S.T. programming.ā
For a moment the stillness made you wonder if the command had worked.
Then ire began to pour off Donnie and he used it to get himself up on obviously quaking stems.
You watched him with a lazy smirk. āMark, resume earlier command about the bed.ā
āY/N.ā
āYou can watch.ā You passed him a glance before examining where B.E.D.F.A.S.T. had moved the mattress. āMark, rotate it until I say.ā
āY/N!ā
You held out a hand to stop him as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. slowly spun the bed with some unknown knowledge that you wanted Donnie to be in better view. Stepping close to the panel so you had the right line of sight, you waited until you could see his leaky tail. āThere. Stop.ā
Giving a single loud chuff, Donnie put a lot of effort into some type of move that amounted to nothing.
āMark, move with me to pick me up.ā You held out a hand and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. took it like a dance partner. āDon, youāre too far gone. Enjoy the show.ā
āI donāt want to watch.ā He spat immaturely.
āYou can barely sit up, dear.ā Following the steps, you lifted one foot and B.E.D.F.A.S.T. came to caress the heel. Twirling up some unseen staircase, your pace was matched with forming platforms.Ā
āWhat are you doing?ā
āWhat does it look like?ā You shook your head as you walked yourself into the air.
āWith your right hand?ā He bitterly clarified.
Though you knew, you looked down to where you were rhythmically squeezing his toy. āI was going to use this.ā
āItās too big.ā He stated the fact with a sharp air.
āSo? I donāt have to put it in for it to feel good?ā
Irritation got him straighter. āItās mine.ā
āOh...ā You looked to where the bouncy feel held an odd realism in your palm. āYou heavily implied it was both of ours. Wasnāt it useless to use without me?ā
āI changed my mind.ā
āYouāre being a brat.ā
āCome here.ā
āNo.ā You laughed as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. wrapped around your ankles and waist. āIām sort of in the middle of something, pretty literally.ā
āYou can easily leave that something.ā His body shook with the action, but he brought a hand up to beckon you.
āRest!ā You played up rolling your eyes. āMark, take this, keep it warm by stroking it, and donāt spill.ā You held up the toy which B.E.D.F.A.S.T. quickly took and implemented as a pumping attachment.
āDonāt.ā Donnie warned.
You glanced over him and with his wiry form. He was too weak to hold an ounce of menace and you had long lost the ability to fear him. āYeah, sorry,ā you shrugged dismissively and rolled your shoulders into place.Ā
B.E.D.F.A.S.T. was there to catch you as if laying you down with intent.Ā
You heard a heavy slap of Donnie getting his feet to the floor.
You lifted right off what should have been the final formation of the machine and it balanced your move by tightening around your waist. It gave you easy support to watch your mate wobble pathetically. āYouāre going to fall and Iām not going to help you.ā
He grunted a dismissal and dug a hand into the bed to keep his form. āYour doing.ā
āNope! Iām not feeling guilty! Not one bit!ā You refused to watch him struggle and went to fall back into B.E.D.F.A.S.T.ās embrace.
Plodding steps picked up speed along with your heart rate.Ā
āMark, block!ā
You winced and heard Donnie puff with anger. Forcing your lids up, you found Donnie cuffed where he was inches from grabbing one of your feet.Ā
āMark, donāt let him touch me!ā You grinned wickedly.
Donnie tried to beat the machine, but B.E.D.F.A.S.T. grabbed his other hand only centimeters from your skin. āRelease me!ā
āNo! Youāll stop me!ā
Donnie yanked, but B.E.D.F.A.S.T. held. āY/Nā¦!ā
āOh... Thatās good...ā You murmured. āMark, put me down...ā
Your boyfriendās eyes shot wide at your sultry tone. āWhat is this...?!ā
You were a little shaky as your feet hit the floor, but you ducked easily out from the mechanical arms. āMark, trap Donnie. Pick him up and hold him like you would me.ā
āYou-!ā Donnie got out before the machine went to work. He fought to flee, but with his hands already bound, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. quickly caught his legs and dragged him in. Not really kicking or screaming in a literal sense, Donnie growled complaints as he turned to face away from the machine and to you. You cocked your weight into one hip to watch as he was soon lifted off the ground with restraints buckling around his wrists, biceps, waist, thighs, and available ankle. A weaving metal entangled into his prosthetic for the final limb and there he writhed in the little space he was afforded.
āHey.ā You approached his form as soon as you were sure he couldnāt get you.
He stopped to glower.
Realization clutched your throat. āOhā¦ Are you okay?ā You looked over him with growing worry. āThat might have been fun for a second, but you being restrained is probably trigg-ā
āPut me down!ā He bellowed.
You blinked slowly and wiped the spittle heād sprayed on your face.
Flicking your hand free found him smirking.
āI felt bad for you...ā You stewed, trying to keep the anger off your face.
āBest saved for someone else.ā
āNoted and fuck you!ā Your expression broke manic and you took the few steps over to the bed. āOr wait, better yet? Fuck me!ā
He tensed with realization. āDonāt you dare...ā
Skirting the spot heād been in since it was soaked through, you fought against what was left of the sheets and pillows to form your own back rest.
āY/N!ā
Creating your throne, you turned to look down upon your subject and felt your ensemble pull. Wanting a full range of movement, you put on no show as you got the hooks undone on the corset. Tossing it aside without a care, your partner continued to leak more and louder protests as you unhooked your thigh highs. Theyād surely slide down now, but being free from the garter meant your hips could easily spread before your mate. āYou know the worst part?āĀ Ā
āI canāt imagine one worse.ā Rage wafted off of him.
āThat Iām gonna be thinking of you...ā Your hand trended down your sternum and up over the waist wrap of your garter.
He strained and metal creaked.
Reaching the top bit of your underwear you paused and searched B.E.D.F.A.S.T. to see if it would hold.
You got to watch in real time as it beefed up its restraints.
Donnie snarled for your attention.
āWhat?ā You dipped into your sex out of spite.
Whatever complaint Donnie had died on his lips.
āHuh?ā You tilted your head back to project your voice. āI canāt hear you!ā In time, you tested your needy folds.
There was a minor rattling signaling Donnieās thrashing. āStop this instant!ā
āHow about you? You were so good before...ā You mourned as only a few swipes summoned the desperate ache that had been plaguing you all morning.
āY/N!!!ā
āIāll muzzle you.ā You spoke with an obvious threat.
His teeth clicked as his mouth slammed shut.
āMark, pass me the toy.ā
Around Donnie, several spindly arms sprouted with a variety.
That got you upright. āWhat...?ā
On one arm was the tongue toy youād used before and on another was Donnieās dildo, but extended on the last two were what looked to be some type of finger vibe and a third dildo you had never seen before. Holding out your hand towards it, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. offered you that one and you took it. Of a darker shade of purple than any of his other offerings, this one mimicked the shape of Donnieās cock in a smoothed out and much smaller version.
The moment you looked up to Donnie, he turned his head away. āWhatās this?ā
He chuffed, eyes narrowing into the corner.
āGuess Iāll find out for myself...!ā In a quick check, you located the abandoned bottle of lube.
āDouble penetration!ā He snapped.
You stared straight through his grouch to the worry that lay underneath. āTell me and I wonāt.ā
He bounced ever so slightly before his lip curled. āIf applicable. Depending on how we were going to employ B.E.D.F.A.S.T. next. I would have offered.ā
āThe vibrator?ā You pointed to the smaller device still held by the machine.
āHopefully sprung on you during our next marathon. Meant to prolong your orgasm and push you to the brink.ā
āAnd these were... both going to be surprises?ā
āWith proper acknowledgement, yes.ā
You held onto the knowledge for a moment before setting the dildo aside.
Donnie visibly relaxed.
You then reached right back up and made a grabbing gesture with your fingertips toward Donnieās toy.
āYou said-!ā
You loudly shushed him as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. passed you the toy.
Holding it with one hand, you abandoned your sex to explore your body with the other.
Hyper aware, your partner quieted as he tried to parse out what you were up to.
Brushing the real estate where your long raised heart rate was starting to throb into a headache, you firmly massaged your body. Squeezing plains of your stomach into pinched chunks, you mapped across your torso in a provocative show that sent goosebumps down your arms. Titillated by the heated stare, you closed your eyes at the same time you arched your back.
Your hips groaning at the upward thrust, you fell back into the bed and caught one of your breasts. Kneading the flesh, you squeezed straight through to the nipple where you pinched the bud in a roll between your thumb and forefinger.
You keenly heard Donnie take an inhale between wet lips.
Imagining those same lips down south where the nectar poured freely, you cracked your lids open to examine the toy you were fondling with your other hand. Still warm, but not as much as it could be, you set the base on your belly and stroked it with both your appendages. Quickly heating it back up to an appropriate temperature, you wiggled your hips in preparation and heard a series of wary clicks.
You ignored him and set the toy to a steady upright between your legs.
Like someone struggling to light a match, the sound grew louder.
Pressing the full length of the shaft to your sex, you ground against the height of the toy. An encompassing sensation, you were aching for something more direct, but would have to make due.
āEnough.ā Donnie announced with a little too much clarity.
You didnāt stop your hips as you flicked your gaze to stare at him dully.
Muscles going taunt, he found the tiniest amount of slack before snapping what had to have only been a few centimeters forward.
The entirety of B.E.D.F.A.S.T. creaked where it was bolted to the wall.
You stilled. āDonnie...ā
āStop or else.ā
āMark, tighten. Donāt give him any leeway!ā
Donnie snarled as B.E.D.F.A.S.T. suctioned to his skin.
Pulled like green apple taffy, Donnie was spread as all the arms pulled away from one another.
His attempts at writhing became unproductive as his body was strung taut.Ā
Sure now that you were once again safe, you minded keeping the toy upright as you switched to rolling it over your sex. āI miss you,ā came off your lips without thought.
āThen release me...ā He rumbled with ire.
You shook your head along with a little moan as you forced the toy hard against you. āUnder me. So good. Tail wagging ecstacy!ā
You gave an excited chirp and Donnie responded with a wounded one.
āNeed you...!ā You chirped again, adding your other hand to keep the toy in place.
He squeaked his willing presence.
You imagined a lonely sound of a soft shell looking for his mate. āBeg... Maybe, Iāll-ā A gasp cut you off as your leaking core dragged right against the width of the silicone.
āI-I-ā Donnie startled as you accidentally hitched a gasp.
Lifting your hips up, you shoved the base of the toy against your entrance. Something wholly too large, it pressed wide and flat and you whimpered rocking it uselessly against you.
āThatāll never satisfy you...ā Donnie found his voice and you cranked an eye open where you were still desperately rutting. āThereās no comparison. It will never be as hot. It will never throb. It will never be your perfect fit, made for you.ā
āM-me?ā You panted, feeling the toy moving faster due to your slick.
You watched a pink tongue dart out and swipe his lower lip. āOnly I have what you crave.ā
āThatās not begging!ā You pushed down as hard as you could and your cunt ached under the pressure of the vast object.
āItās yours! Just have me! Waiting for you! To use how you please! Itās been yours! Waiting your whole lifetime!ā
āJ-Just mine?ā If only you were wetter, then maybe you could get some traction.
āPredestined! You had to find the pathetic wretch it was attached to.ā
The lube bottle felt so far.
āHe lies in stasis, waiting to be thawed by your touch.ā
There had to be more.
āIāll grovel. Iāll smash this infernal machine to pieces. Damned part of me. Damned that one as well!ā
āThis is... you?ā You looked down at the bobbing purple between your legs.
āOf course itās me! A pathetic substitute of my design.ā
His tech was him.
This was him.
He was a match for you.
He went inside.
In a roll, the tip of the toy bobbed toward you and you caught a glimpse of the cum within.
It was him.
You turned it over onto your belly, just below the waist strap of your garter. Warm spent traveled down your mons and underwear. Wringing the toy out like trying to get the last of a condiment out of a bottle, you dropped the dildo for a momentary break as you rubbed the cum into you. Pushing it between your legs, your fingers easily entered you and you belted a long moan at having finally been breached.
āNo!!!ā Donnie gouged out. āOh my sweet berry trifle! Let me. Please! Me! Let me do it! Iāll be good. Iāll make you feel incredible. It has to be me. It has to! My cock is yours. Iām yours. I adore you! I must! You have to! You have- You canāt!!ā
Dizzy, you were on your feet as chants from your partner echoed around you. Chasing the sound of his voice, his cum dripped down your legs and you approached. āDrop.ā
On command his dick fell wet and heavy from his slit.
āMark, put him in an Amazon position.ā
Donnie chirped eagerly as he was lowered to the ground. Laid on his back, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. snapped his knees together and then pushed them up into his plastron. Mounting his cock, you held it just shy of entering you. āHow are you gonna be?ā
āGood.ā He squeaked.
āRight answer.ā You dropped onto him and savored that delicious splitting. āFinally...!ā
āYou had me this morning.ā He peeped and you fucked words right out of him.
The ache seated deep and rushed to meet its maker. Cumming within the first five strokes, you ignored the shudder and squeeze of your guts and looked up, crazed, at B.E.D.F.A.S.T. āMark, release! All commands! Iām done with you.ā Turning toward Donnie, you felt yourself milking him. āFuck me as good as you said.ā
In a blur, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. let go in time as Donnie kicked one of his legs out. Given a primary directive, he ignored the last frizzling pops of your orgasm and swept you up. Plowing you straight through it, your face smashed against the wall and one of your legs rose to a worrying degree. Folding it against your side with your hips screaming, he fucked you flat right against B.E.D.F.A.S.T.ās panel.
Making a mockery of the machine, Donnie thrust into you for precision first, stretching out your first orgasm without clear end by shoving the needle on the charts against your g-spot. Just as that was becoming too much, he then switched, hitting deep toward your womb while babbling in your ear about how youād made the right choice.
Thinking of nothing else, but him, the wind of your second orgasm again wasnāt exact as he ruined all navigation. Curving one arm under your raised leg to hold you with the rest of his body keeping you pinned, he carved out space to shove against your lower stomach from the outside. Crying at the force, he then weaseled his other hand in to assault your clit and sank his teeth deep into your shoulder.
Allowing no end, when he did finally cum, you know longer knew the meaning of the word. Your neurons were a messy set of firings in a dark void. Not unconscious, but something protozoiac, you swam in a petri dish of his own making. Prepared in a lab setting, everything was a sterile bland and the feeling of your body entering moist sheets felt like a jar.
Gasping to life, Donnie caught you from outright sprouting and held you close as reality crashed around you with a filthy gush of fluids that seemingly poured from a broken pipe between your legs. Sweaty and sticky, your cheek stuck like tape to his plastron and your breath shredded your throat with each inhale. Delirious, but alive, you made a noise that translated nothing as you stopped fighting.
Going slack, Donnie let you fall away where you landed, without distance, onto the bed. In front of him and hands groping his form to know it was there, you found his face with a brush of his cheek.
āNeed more?ā He churred into your palm. āAnything for you.ā
You stared at him without comprehension.
What was his asking?
You had no needs. āMāgood.ā You slurred, registering only happiness.
NEXT
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today is five years since I started to follow stray kids ^^ have you even thought of a fan!reader and minsung in skz? how the things can grow between them? š
sorry I'm such a delulu -š»š»
Congrats for staying in this circus so long!!š„³ And yes. Fan!MC x idols is actually one of my favourite tropes, and I find it unsettling that there's not much content about it.
And don't ever apologise from being delulu, honey. My blog is pure delulu material and proudly, so don't hold back.
Anyway, here you go, my sunflower. Sorry for the waiting:
MINSUNG X STAY! READER
Reader has been a devoted Stay for a long time. However, as much as she loves all the members, Han and Minho hold a special place in her heart. Not only because of them individually, but mostly because of their relationship.
Because yeah, no one can convince her these two are just friends. She refuses to believe it. She sees the signs, the gestures, the body languages. You can't fake these kind of things. She feels it in her bones. She lives, breathes and moves for this ship. Plus, they look so fucking good together! You can say she's more in love with their chemistry than she is with them as people.
She's a Minsung supporter first, a Stay second. While most Stays dream of asking their bias questions about dating, their ideal types and trying to flirt with them, the only thing Reader wants to do if she sees the members is gossip with them about Minsung. She'll take any crumbs she can get from them about her favourite couple and feed into her fantasies. Of course, she'll also tell all of them how wonderful they are and thank them for bringing light to her life with their mere existence.
When the news of a fansign spread out, Reader fighst tooth and nail to get a spot there. She prepares consciously before going. She's so excited! She feels like she's buzzing in her skin from the emotions. She makes sure to dress prettily to make a good impression, but since she doesn't really have the intention of "catching their eyes", she's not too preoccupied. She's in for their music, their personalities and the hot homo couple. Sure, she admires how handsome they are and will most likely be ogling at them a bit, but she knows where she stands and where they do. She arrives just in time to see them coming and her eyes almost fall off her face when she catches a glimpse of Han and Minho coming off the van...together and exchanging sweet glances.
Yeah, she's going to take full advantage of this fansign.
She walks to the line and talks with each member while they sign her album. She asks them about their day, their projects, she compliments their songs and express how much she loves them and how grateful she is for all their work. She dares to throw a pick up line at Chan that ends up with both of them flustered and him giggling like a high school girl. But she never looses sight of her main objectives, and she almost faints right there when she realizes they're sitting next to each other, so while she speaks to one the other will hear.
Perfect. It's like they did it on purpose.
She gets to Han first, who receives her with that signature smile of his and the friendly behaviour he always displays. Even though he seems natural about it, she can notice he's a bit tired. Her heart aches for the boy, but it inmediatly dissapears when she comes back to her intentions. That's right. This might be the closest she'll be to the group, and she doesn't want to have any regrets later when she returns home. So she buries her growing nervousness at being in front of her bias and focus on the task at hand.
They have the typical converstation. He greets her, thanks her for coming, and exchange questions. She notices Jisung is a bit tired and isn't really in the mood to talk, so she decides to use the moment to catch him by surprise and make him ignore his exhaustion. Before he can sign another page, she stops him, making him look at her confused and even worried, only to tell him to sign somewhere else, an extra page she added. When he looks up to it, he sees this:
"You guys have my whole support. Please, invite me to the wedding" and a rainbow colored heart written in the entire page. He blinks at it and stares at her with a confused giggle.
She winks at him and throws a not so discreet glance at Minho. Han inmediatly stumbles through his words and almost falls of the chair. At least he seems to have energy again. The boy doesn't know if play along to pretend it's all fanservice or deny it all, but Reader whispers to him that "friends don't look at each other like that" and that she's incredibly enamoured of their bond, how happy she is for them for finding each other. Jisung listens to all in shocked silence, still feeling shy but also a certain warmness in his heart at the girl's words.
He expected the usual banter with a fan. Shyness from both parts, random questions about his life and hobbies, his ideal type and some flirting he'll usually play along with. At worst, some hater to spill hate at him. This, however, he couldn't have ever see it coming. When the time is out, he lets her go almost reluctantly but smiling at her so widely she knows it's not forced.
When she greets Minho, she notices the fidgeting of his fingers and his red ears, and guess he has heard some words. Enough to know what she was talking about. His english sounds so tiny and cute she can't help but say it out loud. He smiles shyly and thanks her, proceeding to sign until Reader stops him too, opening the album to the same page was before. He reads a bit slower than Han, taking in the words, and his ears are now completely red. He coughs and his grip on the pen is a bit unstable. He stares at Jisung's signature next to the heart and then smiles, signing right next to it. Reader wants to burst out of her body, and she lets out a tiny fangirl squeal at his gesture, at which he giggles shyly and returns at looking through the album. Much like with Jisung, she only asks a handful of questions for him before focusing on Minsung again. She talks completely sure that they're dating and she covers Minho on nice comments about it. He'll fight to not show a big reaction, but he's fucking melting inside. He starts to feel more relaxed and, unlike Jisung, he replies shamelessly to all her comments. She's overall really enthusiastic about their relationship more than she's with them and it amuses him for some reason. It's refreshing to have this kind of interaction with a fan, even more if she's respectful about it. Jisung is listening to everything not so discreetly and almost joins. When the time is up, Minho actually grabs her hand and asks the guard for some more minutes with a pout, but he isn't allowed. Reader is sad about it too but understands she has to go. She feels satisfied with herself for what she did and decides to keep it as a sweet memory.
When they wave goodbye at her, she winks at them and says that they look so cute together. They're flustered again but also happy.
Reader doesn't know yet, but whent he fansign is over and the boys meet in their dorms, her favourite couple talks about her and they both agree they wish they could see her again. It felt so good having someone so openly supportive of them, even if it was born out of a fan enthusiasm for her idols. They wish more people could be like that. They wonder if what she said was true and there are more Stays like her.
After that, the boys are already interested in having a closer bond with her, but it's not romantic yet. When Reader encounters again by accident during a date, she struggles between taking a photo for herself and run away to avoid the sasaeng charges or continue her way and pretend she doesn't see them. Before she can decide, she's spotted and they're surprisingly friendly with her. Reader expresses how honoured she feels for having see the Minsung on a date and basically have her beliefs confirmed and excuses herself for interrupting it, swearing she won't tell a soul (because she doesn't want anything to ruin her ship) and attempts to leave. However, she gets thrown back when Jisung, after exchanging a glance with Minho, invites her to stay with them and keep them company. "The more the merrier" he says. Reader feels tempted, the offer of staying to watch Minsung in their natural love bubble sounds too good, but she claims that she shouldn't be in the middle of a romantic date and they wouldn't be able to interact as openly as they would like with a third person there. But they insist so much she ends up complying. She's mostly in silence, watching with heart eyes every gesture they share, and squeals from time to time because they're so adorable together. It feels like a private fanservice show, except she knows it's not fanservice and has no idea why they brought her, but she's not complaining.
They actually include her in the converstation, but she makes most of it about them. She doesn't see the need to speak about herself when she's having this golden chance. In the end, they ask for her contact number (and her signature for a NDA contract) because the want to be friends. Reader doesn't even hesitate and agrees.
And that's how she becomes close to them. She makes sure to keep the distance at first and not get too into it because she sees them as idols, and so she feels them out of her league, while they try to make her more comfortable with them. Their dynamic is basically "gay couple x agressively supportive bestie". She lives off the romantic momens they have, encouraging them to be more expressive about their feelings when she's there and ready to fight any bitch that judges them for being specially affective towards each other. Minsung are golden in her eyes, they deserve to have love and they have something precious. She's not about to let anyone make them feel bad for it or, worse, make them stop having their interactions.
Meanwhile, the boys become addicted to all the love and adoration she shows for them, and get a warm feeling inside their chests when they see how much she supports them. It feels so good to have someone besides the members that knows about it and is completely accepting of it (maybe too much, but they like it). They won't ever admit but they low-key find it hot when she argues or fights homophobic jerks for them.
Eventually she gets to see them as friends rather than celebrities, and this comes with privilegues. Reader receives spoilers from new songs and projects, they buy her VIP tickets for concerts (they wanted to bring her backstage but she prefered to live the experience like a normal fan), they might show more fanservice than usual when they're in her zone. And of course, she gets the privilege to see the dorms. Reader wouldn't have ever believe she'll be friends with the guys she previously worshipped (and still does tbh) but turns out they make great company and she has so much fun with them. They find things in common beyond music and hang out often. Suddenly, she's in a group chat with both and there isn't a day where they don't talk.
As time passes, things start to...change.
Everyone but them can see it. They basically act like three way marriage without noticing. They include her in all their dates, to the point that they don't even go anywhere without her. She's at the dorms more often than Chan himself, usually locked in Han or Minho's rooms and barely seen by the other members. Minho becomes less of a tease with her and instead acts softer, treating her with the same gentleness than Jisung. The younger boy becomes more physically affectionate with Reader. Hugging her from behind, dragging her to sleep with him so they can cuddle, kissing her face and call her stuff like "baby". Minho forgives her everything and shows her a patience that the other members don't believe him capable of. Like, if she makes a mistake, he'll pat her head and encourage her to keep trying, but if the other members do, he'll scold them until tomorrow.
Now they don't feel comfortable seeing her show her admiration for the rest of the group. They're so used to be the center of attention that now they can't stand it when she praises the others or looks at them with the same adoration. If they catch her interacting with other members' fancams or videos, they "playfully" take the phone away and exit the app before return it to her. If another member (example Hyunjin) speaks to her longer than a few minutes, they're rigid. Oh, and god forgive they see her screaming someone's else name during a concert. After all, she's a Stay, so they're aware she can be attracted to the other guys. And they don't fucking like it. They're supposed to be her favourites!
Now come to think of it they may have a problem..
Reader doesn't notice the shift, or she does but her brain instantly processes it as "friendly" banter. There's just no way Han Jisung and Lee Minho themselves, being perfect as they are and happily in love, have a minimum of romantic/sexual interest for her. It doesn't sound right. They already have something great going on, how the hell could she be part of it? She doesn't fit. And so she tells herself all of this to ignore the butteflies on her stomach whenever she's between them, feeling the warm of their bodies covering her. When Jisung calls her sweet nicknames and kisses her cheeks, when Minho feeds her like she was a baby and rubs his head against her tummy to ask for massages. When they drag her to their bed to sleep in the middle and cuddle, each hugging her from the sides.
Yeah, that's all platonic. Nothing to worry about.
(Even the moments when she feels horny and burning with desire while she sees them being passionate with each other, kissing and grooping the other, and she can't help but hide her face in the pillows and make herself climax to that image)
But all these arguments she repeats in her head become dust when, during one of their dates, Minho wanted to drink and play games, and of course she agreed. Jisung hesitated because of his light weight thing, but he relented in the end to join the fun. The drank and asked each other private questions or dared them to do dumb things. The drunker they got, the more tense things grew in the room. The challenges became more suggestive. At some point, Reader dares them to make ou in front of her, for five minutes. The boys have no problem complying, gone as they are, and they specially put on a show for her eyes. Reader feels her skin melting and not because of the alcohol. Suddenly, when they stop with a thin string of saliva between their mouths, they look at her with darkened eyes and filled with an emotion she can't comprehend, but makes her cross her legs.
What happened next was blurry, but she remembers clearly the feeling of their warm breaths against her neck where their lips were hungrily biting her and the air hiting her skin when her clothes were tored off her. She remembers so vividly the way their hands roamed her, their husky voices, the delicious climax in the end and the darkness that came over her eyes when she fell asleep.
When she wakes up next morning unable to walk and with two familair bodies pressing against her, she knows there's no point in continue running away from the truth.
They have a loong talk after that, in which there are messy confessions thrown and some tears from all parties. It ended with a three way hug and a promise to try, to see wherever this lead.
In short, the relationship will be sweet (because that's how they are) but as Stay it'll add an interesting layer into it. I think there might be some power imbalance at first, because their dynamic is pretty much "celebrities x enthusiastic fan" and so they don't really treat each other as equals. I'll like to say that Minsung wouldn't be entirely comfortable with this, but I can't help but think some sick part of them would enjoy it. They would enjoy this power they have over Reader, the sheer devotion she shows to them, how she lightens up with their attention. Again, they're possessive and easily jealous assholes, so they like to know their partner utterly adores them.
THE END
#here you go darling#i almost had a writer's block but i overcame it!#requested#poly minsung#minsung x reader#lee know/han jisung x reader#skz scenarios#skz reactions#skz headcanons#sunflower anon
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congrats on finishing finals mr s!!!! š„³ hope u have a good break :)
(on a semi-related note, i would like to humbly request evanstan spitkink if u havent done so already, but if u have... š¤²)
Thank you so much!!
I've written a tiny bit of spit kink with stucky in my series "You Can('t) Teach An Old Dog New Tricks," specifically in chapter one of "Shake" so if you haven't read that, I would highly recommend it, lol.
Also, while on the stucky spit kink train, if you haven't read this drabble from K (@howdoyousleep3) that has her pairing of Senator Rogers and Intern Bucky with spit kink, I would highly, highly recommend that, too. Maybe even more than mine because, Jesus Christ, it's K, c'mon, of course it's stupidly hot.
Without further ado, evanstan and spit kink š
Sebastian has already cum multiple times, he couldn't say if it was twice or a hundred times because he doesn't have the capacity to recount anything right now--not his own name and hardly anything as complex as numbers that string together to make any form of sense. All that exists is flames and heat and this. This moment where he's being kept in a glass enclosure of pleasure. Untouched but so, so touched. Guh. That doesn't make sense. It doesn't need to. He loves this. He needs this. He aches for this. Kept bound, sweet, and small underneath Chris, who is so indescribably big and heavy and perfect.
Sebastian has made a slick mess all over himself, all over Chris, too, from cumming his brains out until there's nothing left. He's pulsed and rippled and throbbed through the height of pleasure so many times that his cock--which he knows is dizzying, hazily, somewhere down there, along the yielding, melted line of his body, but he can hardly locate at the moment--has gone soft. He's aware of just how soft he is, despite feeling so, so unbelievably hard because Chris keeps fondling him.
Stroking his soft, weeping cock, drawing more, endless liquid from it that might be more cum, it might be pre-cum because time is nothing if not broken at this moment, it might be piss, commanded into emptying himself in every conceivable way possible, it might be all of him--he might be truly liquid.
Cupping his soft cock against his clenching tummy, trapping the tortured shape between his calloused, heavy palm and his body--encased, surrounded, overwhelmed just like Sebastian is.
Petting his soft cock, down the limp length as if it's precious. Treating the vulgar sight of his used, exploited dick as if it's innocent and cute. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Sebastian has never experienced something so filthy.
As insane as Chris is driving him, caressing him with one hand while he's driving in and out of him ruthlessly, fucking him out of his goddamn mind, Sebastian can't do a single thing about it.
Touched.
Fucked.
Groped.
Helpless, Sebastian is spread thin like butter soaking into hot toast with his hands tied to each opposite corner of the headboard. He's anchored there by Chris' silk neckties, a caress of possessive hands in of themselves, scented with Chris' favorite cologne and normally hung around his neck in the presence of wealthy, powerful people when they're not immobilizing his favorite boy. His arms are spread to their limit, muscles straining deliciously, pinned at the wrist. There's no hope of escape. Sebastian wouldn't dream of moving anyway. He's too good. He wants to live here like this, no matter how crazy it makes him feel.
He's crying, sweating, or drooling maybe? What's the difference anyway? Either way, he's wet. And he's moaning high in his throat, gasping, raw, and rattled harshly by how exquisitely he's being pounded. Loving it. He can't get enough of it, even as it boils over and becomes way, way too much. Overstimulation isn't a strong enough word. It's beyond.
Sebastian's legs aren't tied like his arms, but they are quivering and held tightly around Chris' trim waist, curled so tightly that his heels dig into his feverish body. Clinging.
As he's fucked--harshly, obscenely--Sebastian's near-incoherent pleas have degraded from begging, bitten-off sounds that seek permission to cum to high noises that plead for Chris to cum. He wants Chris to cum in him. Chris hasn't orgasmed yet, he's been too busy. Preoccupied with Sebastian, all needy and aching.
Somehow, somewhere, at some fucking point, Chris began this torture by rimming Sebastian open. Chris bodily pressed him into the bed and spread him, pushing him face down, ass up to devour his way through him. Eating him out. Getting him so fucking wet. Teasing his skin with his facial hair until Seb was red and lushly sensitive between his cheeks and Chris' beared jaw was soaked, Sebastian's taste thick on his wicked tongue. He made Sebastian spill over that way, the slick, hot feeling of his lips and tongue and teeth and beard irresistible. Then. Then, as if he wasn't already wiped out, boneless, and sweetly moldable, Chris had to keep going.
He folded him up, pushing him to his knees, keeping his arms underneath his chest, perfect for teasing his own nipples if only he had enough coordination, and fingered him. Chris made him sloppier, looser on his thick fingers. Three of them. God. He spanked his ass, too, using his other hand knowing Seb's always weak for the white-hot pain. It was out of Seb's control to not clench and squirm, tightening him around his fingers, helping Chris press and rub his prostate until he couldn't stop it anymore and he had to overflow. Pouring. Cumming again. And after-!
After, Chris fucked him with his dick for the first time today. Not the last time. No, of course not, why would he ever fuck Sebastian once when he could luxuriate in the pleasure of sticking it in him aaaaall day.
Guh.
Sebastian was so focused on how heavy and full of cock he felt--split open and speared through his belly into his throat, choking on it--that he doesn't even know if he orgasmed again or not. Maybe he did more than once, maybe he didn't at all without Chris' fist around his then hard cock. He doesn't remember. Just his dick, that's all he remembers feeling. It felt so good. Before Chris had the satisfaction of riding his ass to notification, though, he ripped himself away like a lion from a fresh kill. All for the purpose of playing with his food before he feasted. A true feline, then. Full of blood lust but really just pure lust.
Chris made room for himself inside Sebastian's throbbing body, used him for as long as he pleased, fucking him, and then stuffed him with a vibrator. Because...
Why not?
What else is he good for?
Nggghh.
Sebastian came that way, too, teeth chattering against the torrent of pleasure flowing through him electrically. It was raw, clenching, and so incredibly sensitive. He emptied himself.
And so Seb feels hollow of anything more to give. He's given it all. What's left is everything Chris has stuffed inside of him, molten heat. And despite the lust inside him, filling him, he can't get it back up. He's not going to be able to cum again even though, paradoxically, everything makes him feel like he's cumming. He's stuck, pinned down in a reverent, flowing, liquified state like a white-water rapid river. Everything runs and bleeds together here, in this moment, it's like wet paint. The only picture that could possibly be painted this way is one of pure ecstasy.
Towering over him, heavy and scorching, Chris hoarsely groans. He's back inside him after teasing him with that godforsaken vibrator, and it's wearing them both down fervently. "Y-you want me so bad," he taunts him as if he isn't working him over so good he's making him stupid, forgetting his own name with his dick grinding deep enough to make it hard to breathe, choking. "You want anything of me you can get, don't'cha, baby?" It's a question, but Chris already knows the answer and he fucking knows it well. "You'll take anything, isn't that right, honey?"
Seb has been stripped down too far to be anything but embarrassingly honest. Frantically, he whimpers through a fast, uncoordinated nod.
"I'll give you what you need, sweet thing," he promises, voice rough like a barely caged animal. So tantalizingly close to feral.
Sebastian believes him, god, he believes him with everything he has. Of course, he will. He always does.
"Open," Chris demands, cocky because, naturally, Seb does, just like Chris knows he will. He's delightfully sweet and predictable, after all.
Sebastian does it thoughtlessly, groaning with the spear of pleasure that shoves into him just from being good and obedient like he craves. And without his hips missing a beat, Chris resettles his weight, holding himself up with just one strong arm as he delivers on his promise to give him what he needs--sticking two fingers between Sebastian's gaping, swollen lips.
His lips are all puffy and red because he couldn't quit biting his bottom lip earlier, when he had more control over his own body and motor function, before he melted into a puddle and stayed all open and lax.
Fingers between those glistening, red lips, Chris presses down on his tongue to drag his jaw open wider. Just because he can. Then, he spreads his fingers apart as much as he can, feeling the velvet of the insides of Sebastian's cheeks on his index and middle finger, making a V-shape in his mouth. And while he's at it, teasing, already, Seb has started to drool, his salivary glands tingling, his whole face tingling--he knows this is embarrassing, somewhere, in the muffled, turned-down logical part of his mind that takes a backseat whenever Chris starts touching him, turning him on, but Seb doesn't fucking care that it's embarrassing beyond the heat it brings. Feeling hotter. All he cares about is being good and wet and open for Chris.
All his holes good and wet and open.
Invading his mouth, Chris leans in to do the same to his personal space. His frame dangerous and looming, predatory almost, as he puts their faces close together, posturing up as if he's going to knock him out with a lush, filthy kiss--like he's going to fuck his mouth with his tongue and claim him further. But he doesn't. Chris does something better.
Chris gets so fucking close to him, weighing on him, pressing him hard into the bed, and...
Spits in his mouth.
Sebastian's entire world breaks from its axis. The sound that leaves him in response to having Chris' spit in his mouth, wet on his already drooling tongue, is nothing short of pornographic.
And, oh fuck, the sensation of being claimed so tabboo-ly, spit on, defiled and dirtied, in tandem with the grin that splits Chris' handsome face has Sebastian moaning worse. More. The sound that was all rasp and punched-out turns into loud, molten lust. He's moaning as if he's cumming all over again, pleasure erupting. More than he can take. It's fucking awful. That sensation. The fucking look on Chris' fucking face--unhinged, sharp pleasure at being so in control and knowing that it's all Seb wants. It ruins Sebastian for everything else ever. Immediately. He's fucking gone.
Spoiled.
How is he ever supposed to get off any other way for the rest of his life? That fucking grin. Sharp and predatory and knowing. He knows exactly what he does to Sebastian--how he devastates him and tears him down, stripping him to exposed nerves that sing only for Chris.
All Seb can do is swallow. He swallows again, too. He wants it. He wants all of it so badly.
"You'll take even that, won't you?" Chris' hand not holding himself up to keep rolling his hips, keep fucking him, is suddenly at his throat, pressing, blunt fingernails digging in so his pulse throbs through him like a drum beat so harshly by a fist that it nearly bursts.
Ah!
His thick, strong fingers are still wet with Sebastian's and Chris' own spit. Mixed into a terrible, incredible cocktail. Messy and hot and now smeared into his skin like a sizzling brand. He's owned.
Sebastian swallows a kitten-ish mewl, mortifying in its desperation, only to embarrass himself worse when he can't choke back his assent, "mmmh, mmm-hhm!" He moans. He sobs, "th-thank you."
Chris' fingers bite harder into his throat, and Sebastian hears an angel's choir, "ohh, Seb," his rough, low voice purrs, "what a good boy, such good manners after you get what you want. Look at you, aren't you sweet?"
The only thing that Sebastian's body is capable of doing it quivering, sobbing harder. "Pluh-pleeease!" He cries.
Chris knows what he wants, and beyond, Chris knows what he needs.
Seb might think he's begging for Chris to cum--use him, fill him, fuck him--but Chris just spits into his mouth again. This time, some of it gets on his cheeks and chin, too.
Sebastian was already cracked open and exposed, but then, right fucking then, he shatters. His tongue lolls from his mouth, wanting it all, licking his buzzing, swollen lips, and swallowing his spit.
JesusfuckingChrist.
He's such a mess. It's painted all over his face. He's so wet. And he, he, he just vacates his overwhelmed body and floats, so entirely, perfectly used and consumed, he doesn't need to do anything. So he doesn't. Sebastian hovers. Weightless clouds and spun cotton candy, nothing but desired as Chris has his way with him, doing everything, anything to him. Wring orgasms out of his body, bleeding him dry. Fuck him. Fill him with his release. Spit on him--spit in his mouth. Yes. Yes. Yes.
#asks#fandomfluffandfuck#chris evans#sebastian stan#evanstan#rpf#real person fanfiction#sub seb#subastian#sub sebastian#dom chris
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havent done a life update in a min so here it is
ive officially been living in california for a little over a week now!!!!! š„³ ive already felt an earthquake so... *plays annies 'i think im gonna like it here
we live in a house now and its really nice! we also have 3 roommates so theres 6 of us in total lol. 3 boys and 3 girls. its taking some adjusting but they are all so cool and welcoming and grown lol. Im the baby of the bunch which, thank god.
im STILL unemployed and trying to figure that out. i owe so much money to so many ppl idk wtf im gonna do. Should I sell feet pics or wat??
im 30 now š¬. what a weird thing to say like huh?? nah im still 20. imma blink and be 60 this is CRAZY!!!
i also forgot about my damn drabble game... oops!!! yall probably: we are not surprised girl all you do is forget you write š!!!! daaaamn yall dont have to be so mean š
anywhoooo. im slooooooowly getting myself together yall. im really trying. i have a fresh fresh fresh new start and i want to be the best version of myself frfr. its gonna take time and most importantly EFFORT but i want to achieve this dream if nothing else. its so simple.
if youve gotten this far, thank you so much for being curious about me lol and pls keep my sister and father in your thoughts bc they are currently in the eye of hurricane milton šš
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15 questions for 15 friends
1. Are you named after anyone?
No, I'm named after a Beach Boys song; no, you probably don't know it unless you're a Beach Boys addict like my sperm donor.
2. When was the last time you cried?
Last week.
3. Do you have kids?
No.
4. What sports do you play/have you played?
When I was a kid my mom put me in T-ball, but being in a small town, whether or not you actually got to play was determined by whether or not the coach was buddies with your parents, so "played" is a strong word. Mostly I sat in the dugout ripping grass out of the ground under the bench, and I had my picture taken while holding a bat. Really, the whole thing is only notable for memorialising the fact that around the time the pictures were taken, I had fallen down and scraped my upper lip and the scab that formed made me look like Charlie Chaplin. Other than "playing" T-ball in grade school, no, no sports for me.
5. Do you use sarcasm?
Occasionally.
6. What's the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes and mouth.
7. What's your eye color?
Brown.
8. Scary movies or comedies?
Guys, I am the biiiiggest wuss, lol. I can only very rarely watch scary movies, and then only if I have full spoilers, and even then sometimes it's too much and I have to turn it off. I've still never managed to watch The VVitch even though I want to. Definitely comedies for me.
9. Any talents?
I'm good at detangling jewellery. I can find tiny pills and earring backs on the floor when everyone else has given up. I've lost it recently, but I used to have a talent for instantaneous memorisation of song lyrics. I'm fairly good at writing dialogue. I can draw little simplistic cartoon cats and chickens. I can roll my tongue. I make really good eggs.
10. Where were you born?
In a hospital in Ohio in the US.
11. What are your hobbies?
Reading, writing, listening to music, watching movies, playing video games, and I've recently taken up sewing, knitting, bookbinding, and playing the piano, though I'm not good at any of them yet. They're fun.
12. Do you have any pets?
Yes, one very old cat. I've had her since 2005, when she was old enough to have kittens. She's still trucking along, despite an arthritic hip, pre-kidney disease, and high blood pressure (for which she is medicated).
13. How tall are you?
Average.
14. Favoriete subject in school?
Philosophy.
15. Dream job?
I would love to just proofread other people's stuff if I could afford to live off of that.
Thank you @salsedine for tagging me! š„°ā¤ļø And sorry it took me so long to do it šš«ā¤ļø It was fun, though! š„³ā¤ļø
I'm not going to count fifteen people, I'm just going to tag: @the-chickenshit-oddity @lenievi @avatoh @whitefangthefightingwolf @mourningroutine @lovethistoomuch @jezunya @51kas81 @figsandfandoms @lassiesspanishaccent @underture and else who wants to!
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Nightshade
Chapter 13 | Chapter 15
Chapter 14: Umami
An update!!! š„³š„³š„³ Sorry for the long wait y'all. I am back! So hopefully the updates will get back to normal now. Thank you all for being patient š„° I hope you enjoy the chapter!
TW: More Jennifer horribleness, mentions of cancer and minor suicidal thoughts/implications, spicy dreams and very inappropriate thoughts, some wholesome Harrow fam content, Jake boxing š„µ, Lena being a bit of a tease, as always language, mentions of alcohol and drugs, the idiots are idioting, phone sex? Lena vs. Jennifer, Ozzy vs. Jennifer aka protective dad Oz, memories of blood and violence, Lena receives some unwanted attention, straight-up violence (mentions of knives & lots of punching) My editing site is on the fritz and I sped edited this so please take any mistakes with a grain of salt!
Moments of true freedom - from life and even from one's own thoughts - were rare, especially in this city. The noise and the strong smells and the bright lights all demanded immediate attention and, at times, made settling impossible. That was why walking through the old gym, surrounded by the steady sounds of fists striking the sandbags and Patrick's loud voice practically shouting encouragement at those he worked with, was peaceful. That, above all familial ties, was why The Ring was special.
Boxing had always been a passion for Peter. There was a time when he'd practically lived and breathed it. He'd been so strong then, so agile in and out of the ring. So how was it he now stood, panting in front of the lightest punching bag they had? Cancer. Right, he thought, forcing his thin, sore body to take a stance in front of the bag and punch. Just one more. He'd tell himself, though one often turned into ten which then turned into too many.
Patrick watched him; no matter what part of the gym he was in or what task he was doing, Peter could feel his brother's eyes. It both made him feel comfortable and irritated. He was the big brother. It was his job to be watching them, but he couldn't even do that. The image of Lena's worn down, fearful expression she'd shown him a few days ago after her encounter with Jennifer flashed in his mind. He ground his teeth together, punching as hard as he could. She didn't deserve to feel that way, not after what she lived through, and he'd swornā¦ He'd promised to protect her. Peter believed himself in many things, but now chief among those was one word. One damning title he knew he'd never be rid of. Liar.
Anger had never fueled him before, he'd never needed it to, but now that seemed to be the only thing he had left. The only thing the damn leukemia hadn't stripped him of. Peter missed his hair and his muscle and the way he could eat and drink whatever he wanted without worrying about throwing it all up immediately after. He missed the days when he'd dance with his father in the ring and get to listen to the older man's stories. He missed the peace that boxing had once brought him.
"The Harrow's got their demons, boy," his father always said. "Demons you ain't been touched by. It's bout the only thing I'll give the Glovers credit for."
Lena had always been haunted by Dad's fabled Harrow Demons. She'd been brash and angry and hurt for years after she'd come to live with them permanently. Peter remembered those days so clearly. Patrick and Lena fought until they were both bloody and bruised - Pat, the wary stray dog that saw Lena's trauma and anger as a threat to the life he'd somehow stumbled into, and Lena, the stray cat that saw Patrick's size and temper and was incapable of separating him from the others that had abused her - Ozzy and Dad arguing over what to do about the fighting and drugs and discontent. Boxing was the one thing that took all their noise and chaos and demons and turned it into something better.
Better was when his sister didn't flinch at his every move, and Patrick stopped sneaking food from the table to hoard in that hideous old backpack full of essentials he kept under his bed for years. Better was Dad and Ozzy sharing long looks as they all sat around the table at Nana's eating dinner together. It was watching his siblings playfully bicker as they turned on Ghostbusters - Dad's favorite movie - before they passed out on the floor of their tiny living room. He closed his eyes, clinging to the faint feeling of warmth the memories brought him as he imagined his Dad's warm embrace as he and Ozzy smashed him between them on the old couch.
Passion, love, warmth. That's what he should have felt as his fists hit their target, but it wasn't. The comforting warmth turned cold as a bitter, frustrated, and angry shout escaped his throat, and he nearly fell to the floor. Patrick was at his side in an instant, his brother's coarse hands settling onto his shoulder, discreetly holding him steady. "Easy there, hot shot. Don't wanna break the bag or any bones."
Peter knew his words were teasing, but the tight cold anger that squeezed his throat didn't seem to care. He shrugged off Patrick's hands and glared at him. "I'm fine."
"Pete," his brother started.
"Fuck off, Patrick." He didn't sound like himself but rather some hollow shell of what he used to be.Ā
Thank god Patrick knew when to leave well enough alone. "Holler if you need me, big brother," he patted his shoulder with no look of pity or anger at Peter's harshness but rather a soft smile. "I'll be here."
He'd never admit it to those closest to him, but Peter was afraid. Leukemia wasn't a simple thing. It was a death sentence for so many, and part of him couldn't help but scoff at the idea that he would be any different. Nestled comfortably beside that dark thought was another, equally ugly. Maybe death would be better.Ā
Catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, he felt the disconnect cut through him like he was made of butter. The face staring back wasn't him. It was too old, too thin, and tooā¦ Dead to be him. He remembered what his face was supposed to look like - full cheeks and a wide smile, shaggy brown hair, and life inside his eyes. Peter didn't know the person that stared back at him. Had the cancer taken that too? Had it taken all he was as well as all he could have been?
Behind him, someone cleared their throat, and Peter bit the inside of his cheek. "I said I'm fine, Pat. Just leave it."
"That's hardly a tone a son should have with his mother." Everything inside him stilled. He didn't want to look, didn't want to face the woman that had hurt him more than the cancer ever could. After the initial shock, his father's stubbornness and Ozzy's pride filled his lungs, forcing him to turn and glare at the old wrinkled face of Jennifer Glover.
She looked different than he remembered, though his memory of her was limited to his early childhood, where her skin had been smooth, and her blonde hair hadn't been speckled with strands of gray. It was the smile that made him angry again. Soft and smug, condescending even when coming to grovel. "It's a good thing I'm not your son then, isn't it?"
"Come now, darling." She dared a step forward and extended her hand to his cheek. For a moment, it almost looked like she was hurt, seeing him so sickly. For a moment, Peter could have fooled himself into believing she cared. "You look so-"
He brushed her hand off him. "I don't need you to tell me how sick I look."
"Older. I was going to say you looked so much older than I imagined." Jennifer chuckled, shaking her head. "I was sorry to hear about your diagnosis."
"Sorry?" He spat. "Spare me the pity and just tell me what you want."
She recoiled slightly with a disappointed hum. "I want to spend time with my son."
Peter laughed then, bitter and cold. "Ahh, of course. I'm only worth your time when I'm dying, right?"
"There's no need to be cruel, Peter." Jennifer sighed. "I'm trying to show you I care."
"Too little too late." He sucked in a hot breath, putting a fire in his lungs. "You could have reached out years agoā¦ You could have never left, but you did. What was it you said that day?" The look on her face told him she remembered, but the way she pulled her lips tightly together told him she wasn't going to admit it.
She knelt down and took his hands in hers, smiling at him while Dad held onto Lena as if his life depended on it. "Your sister and I are going away."
"Will you be back soon?" He asked the child-like innocence in his voice hopeful.
"No." His mother fixed his hair with a look of disinterest.
His brows knit together. "Can I come to visit you?"
She sighed. "Lena and I will be very busy, and we likely won't be in one place long enough for visits."
"I'm not going to see you again?" He asked. "Butā¦ You're my mom." His eyes drifted to Lena. "She's my sister. We're a family."
"You have too much of your father in you," was her bitter reply. "He is your family. Lena is mine."
Peter felt his heart shatter at her words. "I don't understand."
Jennifer squeezed his hands and stood. "Goodbye, Peter."
He could only stand in shock and watch her glare at Dad as he whispered to Lena. "I promise I'll see you again, slugger."
She practically ripped Lena away and shoved the small child into the back of the cab, turning over her shoulder. "Remember my promise, Jack."
Dad shook his head and spit on the sidewalk. "Remember mine too, Jen."
"I had too much of my father in me." Peter laughed. "That was your reasoning for leaving me behind and never even bothering to visit or call."
She pursed her lips to cover up her disdain. "I made mistakes-"
"Abusing my sister wasn't a mistake." He ground his teeth together. "And abandoning me sure as hell wasn't one either."
Jennifer opened her mouth to speak again but was overshadowed by the booming voice of his brother as he returned from the back room. "Oi! We don't have a sign or nothing but no neglectful wannabe mothers allowed in the gym!"
Disgust filled her features instantly as she looked at the copper head of hair that shoved beside her. "And here I thought Jack showed some sense and got rid of you before dying."
"The old man was sensible enough." Patrick grinned. "He died with everything you ever wanted."
"Leave me and my son to our conversation, you worthless stray."
"I'm not your son." Peter straightened his back and stepped between the two of them. "Get out, Jennifer. My brother and I have a gym to run."
To his surprise, she didn't argue as she turned and made her way to the door, pausing to look back at him. "I was wrong, you know. Lena turned out to be just like your father, but youā¦" She smiled. "You're mine, Peter."
Patrick was quick to scoff and flip her off as she left the building. "What a bitch." He looked at Peter with a sigh. "You alright?"
"Yeah," he replied, shaking off the question. "I'm fine."
"What's it we always tell Lena?" Patrick asked. "It's okay not to be okay."
"That's different."
"No, it isn't."
"Lena has lived through some of the worst things in this world-"
Pat nodded along for a moment before interrupting. "So have you. Leukemia isn't a walk in the park, Pete. It's taken a toll on ya and Iā¦ We all want you to know it's okay if you're not fine."
Peter could feel the sting of tears building in his eyes as Jennifer's words burrowed into his mind and Patrick's genuine heartfelt concern swirled around him. All of it was warring. Anger and peace. Jennifer's calculus manipulation and Patrick's warm support. He didn't know what to feel, so he settled, exhaling a long breath. "I know. I'mā¦ Sorry, I've been so short with you lately."
"Don't apologize," Pat insisted. "God knows I've been a real dick to you sometimes."
Laughing at the truth of his words, Peter set a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Thanks for putting up with me."
Patrick smiled. "That's what family does. Now stop worrying, big brother, and give me ten more solid punches."
For the first time in weeks, he felt the anger shift, turning into the passion he once held in abundance. With each new punch, Peter slowly accepted the fact that things had changed, he had changed, and that was okay. Sure, he didn't look or feel like himself, but with time that wouldn't last forever. He was angry and bitter, but he'd earned that right, and emotions like that didn't last long when smothered by the love and support of a family. And Peter had one hell of a family.
*
Sweat glistened on her skin as the warm morning light poured in through his window. Her red hair clung to her as she moved on top of him, face soft and twisted in pleasure. Jake couldnāt stop touching her, his palms taking hold of her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and helping her bounce on his dick. His scalp burned at the pressure of her long fingers digging into his hair, pulling at him until their lips touched.
Kissing her was like kissing an open flame. It consumed him entirely, making his face burn with heat and desire and everything in between. Lena made him feel alive, a thing heād never really thought he lacked until her. The sensations of her hips rising and falling atop him were hazy and undefined, he didnāt really feel it if he focused on it, but he hardly needed to feel anything when he could hear the lewd noises she made.
āJake,ā she breathed his name, desperate and wanton, a sound that sent shivers down his spine and made his hands grab her harder.
āDonāt stop,ā he urged her, forcing her back down onto his aching cock. Beneath his palms, he could feel her shaking, and it only made him want to ruin her more.Ā
A whine echoed from her throat as she threw her head back. āI canātā¦ā
āCome on, princess,ā he replied, kissing her neck. āJust one more. Just give me one more.ā
āJake.ā
His teeth wrapped around her throat, sucking an angry mark there as she dragged her nails down his back and arched into him. Lathering the red area with his tongue for a moment, he smiled against her. āScream my name as loud as you need to. Itās just you and me.ā
She laughed, a sound that, while not even remotely sexual, made his dick pulse and his control over his own orgasm waver. āGod, your ego is unbelievable.ā
āStop acting like you donāt love it.ā Jake moved a hand from her thigh to pull her chin down. āYou like my ego.ā
With a soft hum, she pulled her fingers up his neck, stroking his cheeks before she settled on cupping his jaw. Her hips slowed against his into long and languid strokes that made him shudder and her breath hitch. āI just like you.ā
Flashes of that night walking to her apartment after the movie flooded his mind. Her eyes were darker as he looked into them, mirroring the night sheād spoken the words to him. āI donāt want to lose this.ā The admission was one he wanted to say thenā¦ one heād wanted to promise wasnāt even a possibility but just couldnāt bring himself to. Jake had a habit of fucking up every good thing he found, and thisā¦ Lena was something special. He couldnāt live with himself if he fucked this up.
Her soft, genuine smile made his heart stutter. āYou wonāt.ā Goosebumps flared along his skin, and her smile turned smug. āNow, fuck me. If you think can handle it, pretty boy.ā
With a smirk, his hand slid down her back, pushing her down even further on him, earning a sharp gasp and a shuddering breath. āI donāt think Iām the one that needs to worry about handling it.ā
āIā¦ā she gasped as he began to move his hips up into her. āIā¦ Canā¦ fuck-ā Her eyes closed tightly, brows knitting together as he quickened the pace. āDoā¦ thisā¦ allā¦ dayā¦ā
His eyes glued to her chest as her breasts bounced with the quick movements. āThatās good 'cause Iāve got no intentions of stopping. Not when you look this good while Iām fucking you.ā
Jake could feel her tighten around him. He could feel her body grow stiff as she reached her peak. āJake!ā
āJAKE!ā Another voice practically shouted in his ear as pressure slammed atop his chest and shook him until his eyes shot open. Simone shook her head at him and sighed. āItās a wonder you manage to show up to work at all.ā
āSimoneā¦ā he shook his head, wiping the sleep from his eyes and quickly trying to rid himself of the disappointment of Lenaās absence. "What are you doing here?"
The blonde moved around his small apartment, picking clothes up off the ground and throwing away any stray garbage she found. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast, but your place is a disaster. Guess we'll have to just go out."
"What time is it?" He asked, vision still blurry.
"Eight-thirty."Ā
That made him jump out of bed. "Fuck!"
Simone gave him a curious look as he began throwing clothes on. With a laugh, she asked, "Are you late for something?"
"I'm about to be," Jake offered freely.
Her face fell into disbelief. "What would you have to do this early? You never get up before ten."
He froze, throat going dry as he weighed his options. Lying wasn't a habit Jake ever really had when it came to Simone, but telling her the truth would practically be inviting a fight. Was there a safe middle ground to telling her that he'd been spending every morning at The Ring, boxing with Lena's brothers? Both brothers often spoke about running the business; that could be enough.Ā
Moving once again, he shrugged. "I've been taking a few morning business classes."
"Business classes?" She questioned with narrow eyes. "When did this start?"
Practically two months ago. "Only a few weeks ago."
Simone didn't bother hiding her displeased look as she crossed her arms. "This isn't another of your hair-brained bar plans with Scott, is it?"
Jake knew what Simone thought about his desire to open his own place. She'd told him more times than he could count once she found out his plans with Scott. But, despite all the times he'd heard her call his dream stupid, it still stung. "No. That'sā¦" He was going to tell her it was dead, done, over, but then he remembered the meeting he agreed to think about attending. Was it really over? "That's behind me."
"Good." She sighed. "Now, I suppose, what I don't understand is why you're wasting time with business classes."
"You're the one always telling me I need to apply myself more."
"I meant applying yourself at the job you already have, Jake. Not someā¦ Random useless class."
With another nod, he shrugged on his jacket. "Yeah, well, I'll probably drop it. I'm not exactly good at all that business stuff."
If Simone had bothered to look at his bookshelf, she'd see through his lie. Multiple books on business sat on his shelves, another thing to remind him of his supposed forgotten venture with Scott. Instead, she just smiled. "So, breakfast?"
"Not today," he answered, heading toward the door. "I'm gonna give it one last shot. Maybe today I'll finally start getting it."
"Unlikely," she replied, following him out with a flat tone of mild annoyance and disappointment. "We both know you have a hard time paying attention while you're hung over."
Jake didn't bother telling her he wasn't hung over. Simone wouldn't have believed him anyway. On the sidewalk, she pulled him into a tight hug, an intimate gesture that once filled him with elation but now just feltā¦ less. He smiled at her. āI wonāt be late today, I promise.ā
Simone pursed her lips. āWeāll see.ā
He hurried to The Ring, where Dom stood outside smoking next to his bike. The drug dealer nodded to Jake, a simple gesture that was somehow filled with more respect than heād expected. Patrick turned and sent him a glare the second he walked in the doors. āYouāre late.ā
āDonāt get your panties in a twist Pat,ā Jake replied sarcastically, shrugging his jacket off and heading toward the locker room with Patrick following close behind. āIā¦ā Had an intense sex dream about your little sister. āI slept through my alarm.ā
The redhead scoffed, standing in the doorway of the locker room, reaching up to tap the set of old gloves, his father's gloves, that hung over the door. āWell, sleepy, meet me in the ring if you think you can handle it.ā If you think can handle it, pretty boy. Jake swallowed hard. āIf not, we can reschedule for tomorrow.ā
āI'm wide awake,ā he replied hoarsely, pulling the gym tank top over his head and shoving everything else into the locker heād been frequenting for the past two months. Jake sat on a small bench, quietly greeting the other gym goers that frequented the morning hours. Usually, he'd spend his time clearing his mind as he wrapped his hands, but today that proved difficult. He just couldn't shake that dream. Couldn't shake how real it felt or how badly he wanted it.
Loud purring at his feet pulled him from those thoughts as the hairless cat from the alley, the one he'd been seeing almost every morning, pounced on the bench beside him. The thin slits of its rich brown eyes widened as it stared up at him, gently kneading the side of his leg as it purred. Jake smiled, lifting a hand to scratch behind its large ears just where the little thing seemed to enjoy it. "Hey there," he greeted, chuckling as the cat sprained across his lap. "Can't sit around today, little guy. I've got to get in some practice before work."
The cat looked displeased by his answer and let out an angry hiss when he stood up, placing the cat back on the ground. "Relax, Hemingway. I'll let you sit on the couch with me while I smoke later."
Hemingway, a name Jake gave to the fickle creature because of the proud way it stood, as well as its rich brown eyes that reminded him of the old book that sat on Lena's bookshelf by the well-known author, rubbed against his leg and walked out through the locker room door as another person entered. Jake followed him out, watching as the cat stalked the gym, head high and chest puffed out as if he towered over everything and everyone. The attitude was another contributor to his famous namesake.
Patrick was waiting for him in the larger ring while Peter appeared to be occupying the small one with a sandbag in one of the corners. With an impatient wave, the larger man ushered him into the ring with a smile as he looked over Jakeās wraps. āYouāre getting better at that. Which is good, considering Iām gonna beat your ass today.ā
āYou know, Iām starting to question your teaching methods,ā Jake replied with a smirk.
A bellowing laugh echoed through the whole gym as Patrick laughed, tossing him a pair of gloves. āGet your gloves on, Jerky Jake, and say it to me again.ā
He groaned at how quickly the stupid name Lena had given him spread through the gym. Everyone was calling him Jerky Jake, even people heād never sparred with before. It was like the restaurant. No, Jake thought admiring the close community of people helping one another out with wrappings or sharing their music and equipment. Itās better than the restaurant.
People actually gave a shit here. They put their all into the sport and they were damn nice when newcomers joined without any clue what they were doing. Jake couldnāt count the number of times Patrick had stepped away and some stranger had offered advice on his footing or position. The Ring was like a giant family one that wasnāt riddled with toxic gossip and pay gaps and a manager like Howard. The Ring was Lena, her stubborn determination and her strategic mind, and her powerful body. It was alive and, just like she did, it made him feel alive too. Getting to punch people helped too.
Jake danced around the ring with Patrick for a while before the back door swung open and Lenaās soft voice sent a chill up his spine. He turned to look, earning a swift punch to the gut as Patrick exploited the distraction. āOw,ā Jake complained, glaring at his instructor.
āNever take your eyes off your opponent,ā Patrick chastised with a smile. āEven for pretty girls.ā
Rolling his eyes he turned back to watch Lena bend over and adorn Hemingway with attention. She scratched beneath his chin and whispered to him with a wide smile. Fucking beautiful. Too beautiful. Everyone greeted her as she walked deeper into the space, but she didnāt notice him until Patrick yelled for her to grab him water. When she turned back, water bottle in hand, their eyes locked and his dream came rushing back like a dam bursting. Fuck.
Her head tilted to the side as she smirked at him, smug and sexy and distracting. She tossed Patrick his bottle and stepped up on the side of the ring, resting her arms along the ropes. āI didnāt think youād be up this early let alone in a ring with my brother.ā
āIām full of surprises,ā he countered. āWhat are you doinā here so early?ā
āI decided to get in a good workout before work.ā
Patrick chuckled. āLord knows youāve got some anger to burn off.ā
Lena flipped him off, never once taking her eyes off him. āWell, howās Jerky Jake doing?ā
āHeās got some power in him, a bit slow and clumsy with his footing still.ā
She clicked her tongue. āSounds like youāve got some work to do.ā
āMaybe you can help me later.ā
āOh youāre not ready to go toe to toe with Leaninā Lena,ā Patrick replied laughing harder. āSheād kill you.ā
Her wink sent his heart into pathetic stutters and he watched her leave, eyes instantly focusing on her hips and her thighs, remembering how theyād felt to hold in his dream. Patrickās fist collided with his shoulder. āOW!ā
āFocus!ā He wiggled his eyebrows. āYou can stare at my sister later.ā
For a few minutes, Jake was able to focus and land a few solid hits on the more experienced boxer, but then Lena emerged from the locker room in a skin-tight crop top and shorts that made her thighs look even more amazing than they already did. As she worked out at a personal punching bag he found his eyes wandering to her, taking hits every time they did because Patrick refused to allow him even one minute of distraction. Eventually, they switched to some workout machine to help him work on his stamina while Lena moved into the ring with one of the other regulars.Ā
Itād been a while since he saw her fight, and while this wasnāt nearly as brutal it was just as distracting. Her skin was glossed with sweat, her whole body was alive and flexed and her eyes were focused on her opponent. It was in moments like this that made Jake fully realize just how powerful and strong she physically was. A goddess of fire and passion encased in mortal flesh. Her emerald eyes flashed to his, those lips quirking up into a smile as she easily dodged a hit from her opponent. God fucking damn it.Ā
*
After my workout was over and Jake had been released from Patrickās teachings we met up at the front counter, both grabbing a bottle of water before we opened our mouths to speak. Whisky jumped in between us, nearly spilling my water all over the counter to hop into Jakeās arms. āChill out Hemingway.ā
"Hemingway?" I asked with a laugh, reaching over to scratch beneath his chin. "This is Whisky."
"Whisky?" Jake chuckled, lifting the cat to examine it. "Nah, Hemingway fits better."
I tilted my head and arched my brow. "Since when did you become the authority on stray cat names?"
"Since you think this clearly distinguished cat's name should be Whisky."
Rolling my eyes, I asked, "Why Hemingway?"
Jake shrugged, readjusting the cat. "It's a classic."
I pulled one of the cat treats out from behind the counter and smirked when Whisky leaped out of Jake's arms to try and snatch it from me. "He's too feisty to be some old author. He's clearly a Whisky."
We both watched the cat devour the small treat, purring between us. āYou wanna walk with me to work today?ā
āNo biker escort?ā Jake asked, looking out the front windows.
āNo,ā I replied. āThings have calmed down since the whole rock incident so hopefully that will be over soon.ā
He nodded. āIāll make sure to keep the walk entertaining for you, princess.ā
I rolled my eyes and headed toward the stairs to the apartment. āSee you in a minute Jerky Jake.ā
*
Work was oddly normal. Simone and Olive kept to themselves, keeping whatever hushed whispers about how amazing my mother was quiet as I worked beside them. Jakeās gaze, however, seemed more heated than usual. He watched me as I waited on the tables with this look of pure lust smoldering in his blue eyes. His watching me had become a normal thing, but thisā¦ this made me blush on the spot.
After the shift had ended and everyone was out of the locker room I tried to return Jakeās jacket by quickly shoving it in his locker while he was standing there. With a chuckle, he pulled it out. āSeriously?ā
I shoved it back in, pressing my chest further into his back. āOh come on just let this one be easy!ā
āFine,ā he replied. āJust this once because you asked so nicely.ā
āThank you!ā I replied pressing a kiss to his neck. āSee you tomorrow?ā
He turned, looking disappointed and surprised that I wasnāt planning on heading to the bar. āNot going out tonight?ā
I shrugged. āI kind of promised Ryker and the bikers that have been standing outside my house dinner. Raincheck though?ā
āRaincheck,ā he said quietly with a shake of his head. āSee you tomorrow.ā
*
The city lights cast a thin ray, a halo of bright colors, through my new window. I kept my distance, opting to keep the darker curtains drawn as Dom had told me, but the little I could see of the city outside made me want to forego caution. Leaning against the counter, I watched the lights silently, trying to keep the feelings of being trapped at bay. I wasn't trapped here. Here was home, one of the places I specifically kept to keep from ever feeling that way again.
My phone buzzing against the counter made me jump with a far too startled sound. Jake's now familiar number flashed along my screen as I flipped it open with a smile. "It's a bit late for friendly conversation." I over-exaggerated a gasp. "Is this a booty call?"
I could practically feel him roll his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you know, just sitting around in lingerie thinking about you," I teased.
He chuckled. "That's quite a pretty picture. But seriously, what are you doing?"
"I just finished cleaning up after my hungry biker guests." I glanced back at the now clean dishes stacked away on my shelves. "You just get home?"
"No," he replied with a deep sigh. "I've been home for a while."
Making my way to my bedroom, I tossed the unfolded laundry into an open chair and plopped down onto my clean poofy blanket. "You sound so thrilled about it."
He scoffed. "I'd much rather be anywhere else right now."
My brows furrowed. "Not a fan of your apartment?"
"Not a fan of an empty bed," he replied with that signature flirtatious tone.
"Mmm," I hummed with a grin. "Well, I'm sure you know plenty of women that'd be willing to come entertain you."
"Yet I called the singular one that won't." Jake scoffed. "Kind of pathetic, right?"
Warmth blazed in my chest at the admission I knew held more depth than Jake would ever admit. "I think it's sweet."
He made a gagging noise. "Sweet is a word people use to describe Will."
"And you can't share a description word with Will?"
"Fuck no."
"Whatever you say, sweetie."
"I'll hang up on you."
"You called me," I reminded.
With another sigh, I could make out vague sounds on his end as he seemingly tried to settle into one spot. "I did."
There was a quiet pause between us as I enthusiastically asked, "You okay, tough guy?"
The sound of his laugh was almost bitter as he replied, "It's nothing I can't handle."
"What's up?"
"Lena-ā
"Oh, come on, don't make me get annoying."
Jake contemplated his response. "I'm just going through a bit of aā¦ Sensitive phase."
"Did something happen?" I asked, suddenly worried he'd been going through some kind of emotional turmoil and I'd not noticed.
"Noā¦ It'sā¦ It's more of a physical problem." He sighed, deep and almost pained. "If you catch my meaning."
"Ahh," I bit back a chuckle. "I really did a number on you, didn't I?"
"You did," he admitted. "What are you wearing?"
I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?"
"Oh, come on. You're the one making things so hard for me with those fuckin eyes and that pretty smile andā¦" He groaned. "That body."
Heat rose to my cheeks, a chill rushing through my body at the sound of his voice cracking. "Should I give you some privacy?"
He laughed, a sound that shouldn't have made me want more but did. "I was thinking you could lend me a hand, actually. You know, help a friend out?"
"Most friends don't help each other get off."
"Come on," he whispered. "Please?"
My eyes fluttered shut, and I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. Fuckā¦ "Fine, but only because you sound so sweet when you ask nicely."
Jake ignored my response almost completely. "What are you wearing?"
"How do you want to play this?" I pondered, toying with my simple T-shirt. "You want the truth, or should I just bullshit you til you come?"
"The truth," he replied.
"It's nothing as scandalous as you're hoping for," I warned him.
"Everything's scandalous when it comes to you." Jake let out a long breath before he added, āCome on, paint me a picture, princess.ā
I laid back, head resting in a cradle of pillows. āIām wearing a T-shirt probably a few sizes too big and the ugliest underwear I own.ā
Jake chuckled. āHow ugly?ā
āBeige with a hole on the left asscheek.ā When he didnāt answer, I kept talking. āThe T-shirt isnāt anything special either, just black with some abstract orange logo for a sports team, I think.ā
āHow low does it hang on you?ā
āMid-thigh,ā I answered with a smirk. āQuinn cut a pretty deep V into the neckline, though. So now my tits fall out every time I bend over or lay down.ā There was that groan I wanted. His breath sounded like static over the phone as he practically panted. āYou alright, Sweetie?ā I teased.
Jake moaned and answered with a breathless, absolutely wrecked voice, āJust keep talking.ā
This was too much fun. āAnd what would you like me to talk about, Jake?ā
āAnything.ā
āTaxes?ā I asked, voice silky and sultry. āOr I could talk about how to make one of Scott's favorite dishes.ā
He sighed. āDo you have to be so annoying about this?ā
Giggling I nodded to myself. āAbsolutely.ā
āGod,ā he groaned again, the faint sound of him desperately working his, assumingly, aching cock echoed through the phone, sending a wave of heated pleasure down my spine.
āYou sound pretty,ā I whispered.
āCome over then,ā he taunted, sounding far more wrecked than I think he thought he would.
With a hum, I actually considered it. I wanted nothing more than to grab my coat and take a cab to his apartment so he could rip my stupid shirt in half and fuck me. Eventually, I sighed. āRaincheck?ā
Jake sounded far more frustrated than he should have as he replied, āYouāre worse than Sasha.ā
āGoodnight, Jake,ā I said with a smirk. āTry not to dream of me too much.ā
āWait!ā Click.
He was going to be pissed about that tomorrow.
*
As expected Jake was even more moody than usual when I arrived at work. It was a more lighthearted kind of moody, with little looks and discrete middle fingers throughout family meal, but it was worth it when I restocked the bar and asked, āSo, howād it feel jerking off to the thought of my voice?ā
He stumbled over his words as he spoke to the guest in front of him, turned to grab a bottle of whatever theyād ordered, and whispered, āWhy donāt you come over and watch? Find out for yourself just how it was.ā
The night descended into Hell from there when my mother and Olive came into the restaurant and demanded a table. Howard, the loyal lapdog, bumped the guests at table ten and found them a seat. Lucky for me I was able to hide in the kitchen, but even then my mother found ways to let me know she wasnāt going anywhere. Like sending back food, five times.
Heather set the plate down with a sigh. "I've got a refire on ten."
"Again?" Scott tossed his utensils down and examined the dish with curious eyes. "What'd she say was wrong with it?"
"Nothing," Heather replied tentatively. "She just said she wanted it redone."
I threw down my own cooking tools and grabbed the plate. "Fuck this."
The kitchen door swung open as I charged through, holding the plate of food she'd sent back. My mother sat at table ten with a smile as she lazily swirled the wine in her glass, watching me approach. I didnāt care about the other guests or about anything but finally teaching her a lesson as I threw the plate onto the table. āEat it or fucking starve.ā
āThatās hardly the way an employee should talk to a customer.ā
āItās a good thing youāre not just a customer then, isnāt it?ā
Mother smiled wider as Howard approached. āOh, how far the quality of this establishment has fallen.ā
His hands came to grasp my shoulders. āMy apologies, Ms. Glover. Lena ple-ā
āDonāt. Touch. Me.ā I shook his hands off, turning to glare at him as I walked away.
Jake nodded to me from the bar, a smile on his face as he proudly regarded my actions. For a moment, the anger burned softer, more manageable as everyone else, Nicky, Sasha and Ari, and Heather, quietly cheered me on as I slipped back into the kitchen. Service went well after that. No more plates being sent back or requests for eight different wines to taste, just normal everyday service. While it felt nice being able to breathe again, I knew it wasnāt over.
The locker room was rowdy as everyone complained about my mother's behavior, each in their own way trying to show me it didnāt matter to them that they wouldnāt hold it against me. Jake was the only one that was quiet as he stood next to his locker and waited for me. Sasha eyed the two of us. āDo I need to stay as well? Or are you two going to keep your filthy hands to yourselves?ā
He smirked at the Russian. āHard to tell.ā
āGo ahead, Sasha,ā I replied with a laugh. āIām not really in a handsy mood tonight.ā
With narrow eyes, he pointed at both of us. āIām watching you two.ā
Once he was gone, Jake shook his head. āHeās more determined than I expected.ā
āOh?ā I teased. āWas him literally butting into our little makeout session not enough proof for you?ā
āHeās always like that.ā
āFair point.ā
Once I was fully dressed to go, he nodded to the stairs. āYou hanging out for a bit, or are we sneaking out the back?ā
With a deep sigh, I started for the stairs. āSadly, I think Iāll have to stay so my mother will actually leave everyone else alone.ā
āIām sorry,ā he replied. āIāll make your drink extra strong.ā
āMy hero,ā I replied with a smile.
As expected, my mother sat at the bar waiting for me with a blank expression. Once I took the seat next to her, it was quiet, horrifyingly so. Jake kept his promise and slid me my usual drink with an extra shot, and as I drank, my mother sighed. "This isn't you.ā
"What would you know about me?" I asked coldly.
āI raised you to be better than someā¦ drunk,ā she replied. "And above that, I am your mother."
I chuckled. "That means less than you think it does, and it certainly doesn't mean you know me."
She sighed. "How many times do we have to do this, Lena?"
"What was the book I always read when we spent our summers in Cape Cod?" I asked. "What's my favorite book?"
Mother's face drained of the thin mask, shifting into annoyance at my question, and further beneath that, hidden so deep inside her that even she wouldn't see it was a hint of realization. The reality that she was wrong. "This is ridiculous."
"You think you know me? Then answer me," I demanded. "What book did I read over and over and over again until the pages started falling out?" My mother rolled her eyes. "Too hard? I'll ask something easier then. What's my favorite color?"
"This hardly proves any-"
"When's my birthday?" I continued. She didn't answer, couldn't answer. "You can't answer a single question about me, and yet you have the fucking audacity to stand here and pretend that you know me at all." I shook my head and scoffed. "You're not my mother."
Clapping echoed from the front door as Ozzy entered. āI couldnāt have said it better myself, darling.ā
āOswald,ā Mother sneered, turning to look at him as he made his way to my side. āHow lovely to see you.ā
āJen. Itās always so unfortunate when we cross paths.ā
Her smile was tense. āI see you havenāt lost your juvenile sense of humor.ā
"Never. Now, my daughter and I will be going," Ozzy replied, gently pulling me away from my mother.
"She is my daughter Oswald." Her hand snapped out and took hold of my wrist. "I am the one that birthed her and gave her every advantage!"
Ozzy placed himself between us, staring my mother down with rage swimming in his eyes. "You were the one that almost let that monster kill her. Hell, you almost killed her yourself a few times. You will never be anything more than an old, sad, washed-up ballerina Jen."
"How dare-"
"Jack might not be here to fulfill his promise, but I sure as hell am. Now, take your hands off my daughter and fuck off."
They stared each other down for a long moment before she finally loosened her grip on me. When my arm was free, her eyes met mine. "When you finally come to your senses, you know where to find me."
I shook my head, forcing the hurt down beneath my anger. "I don't think that's something I'm capable of. After all, I am my father's daughter."
Ozzy wrapped an arm around my shoulder, carefully leading me away toward the door. He raised his hand, waving back at the crowd of my coworkers. "Goodbye, Jen. We look forward to reading your name in the obituary!"
We walked in the cool city air, arm in arm, for a long time before I spoke. āThanks for coming.ā
āI would never leave you to suffer that woman alone,ā Oz replied, bumping my shoulder. āAre you alright?ā
āSurprisingly, yeah, I am.ā I sighed. āIt felt kind of good to confront her.ā
āIām proud of you,ā he said. āJust like your father would be.ā
The thought was one that brought me some comfort, that my dad would have stood over my shoulder and encouraged me to lay into her deeper. Maybe he wasā¦ āHow did he ever deal with her?ā
Ozzyās wide smile changed then, suddenly sad and in pain. āShe wasnāt always a shrew, you know. When your dad brought her into the bar for the first time, she was actually quite lovely.ā
āShe was?ā
āOf course. Howād you think we ended up with you two?ā
āWhat changed?ā
He considered the question before he shook his head. āShe got tired of keeping up the act. By that time, the damage had been done.ā
I held onto him tighter. āIt all worked out in the end. I mean, as well as it could have.ā
āThat it did, my girl,ā Ozzy said softly. āThat it did.ā
*
Back at the bar and significantly more drunk the group unwound from the long night, and everyone slowly began to shed the weight of my motherās visit. Everyone but Peter. He drank his water, staring off into empty space until Patrick or I would grab his attention again, but I knew the weight of whatever words sheād managed to have with him carried. He left early, heading upstairs with the simple excuse of being tired. I was worried about him, after everything he had going on my mother should have been the least of it.
Quinn and Prue were determined to help me unwind with drinks and an abundance of shitty jokes and games. It helped, in a way only they could pull off. The night was slowly turning around as I hopped in to help get drinks to the tables and my friends carried on having fun together. I leaned over a table, grabbing the now empty glasses, when an unfamiliar body slid behind me. āHowās it goin, baby girl?ā
The nickname made my blood run cold. It wasnāt him. I told myself over and over again that it wasnāt Tony, but there was always that lingering doubt that plagued me until I turned around. The rich asshole that had dined at the restaurant and that had tried to force himself on me in Tonyās penthouse stood too close to me, smiling down at me with leering eyes. I shook my head and tried to shove past him. āFuck off.ā
His hand grabbed my arm. āNot this time. I want that kiss you robbed me of.ā
āLet go.ā My voice carried, and in my peripheral, I saw Dom rise to his feet.
With a frustrated sigh, the man pulled something from his pocket. A metallic sound echoed in my ears as I pulled on my arm, stilling only when the familiar chill of steel on my neck made me freeze. "I said, not this time bitch."
I had no idea what came over me as I tore my arm from his grasp and moved quickly, the blade just barely cutting the side of my neck as he reached trying to regain his hold on me. As I stumbled to the floor Dom's solid body moved, punching the man in the face once. Twice.
Everything around me slowed as I pressed my fingers to the blood that now trailed down my neck. The sting of the cut had faded, but memories of the all too familiar sensation replayed in my mind longer as I watched Domās fists beat down on the face of my attacker. The sound of bones breaking brought a wave of nausea to my gut, and for a moment, reality seemed to shift. For a moment, I wasnāt on the floor of Ozzyās but back in the penthouse, watching Tony beat down anyone foolish enough to question him.
My ears started to ring, filling with static. I knew, realistically, that only a minute or two had passed, but it felt longer. My eyes focused on the blood that now flew off Domās fists as I brought my hands up to cover my ears, attempting to drown out the voice Dom never used anymoreā¦ The voice that reminded me too much of Tony. Jake pushed his way through the crowd that had gathered and dropped down to the ground beside me so quickly that I couldnāt control the way I flinched.
His mouth moved with words I couldnāt hear as his eyes fixed on my neck, on the blood that now soaked into my top. He quickly reached up and grabbed a rag from the table and pressed it to the cut, only then turning his eyes to the bloody sight in front of us. The static began to fade from my ears, slowly bringing the noise back. Ozzyās voice bellowed from behind the bar. āDominic! Thatās enough!ā
Patrick shoved through the crowd, followed by a few of the bikers. āOi! Come on, Dom. Not here, man.ā
Dom couldnāt hear them, or he simply chose not to, as his fists kept bearing down through multiple hands, trying to pull him back. With a shaking voice, I called out, weak and half-spoken, āDomā¦ā His movements stopped, and his head turned darkā¦ violent consumed eyes met mine. The hardened mask he wore, the mask of some brutal drug dealer, fell as he saw how scared I wasā¦ how scared I was of him. āPlease.ā
He stood then, towering over me with shaking, bloody hands. Jake shifted, putting himself between me and the drug dealer, an action I didn't think even he realized he'd done. Dom regarded him with a far-off look before he turned, brushing past Patrick and Ozzy and heading toward the door. The bikes followed, two of them picking up the now unconscious asshole and carrying him out. Ozzy sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry for the mess. The bars closing now."
"You heard the man!" Patrick reinforced. "Get the fuck out!"
Ozzy turned and carefully reached toward Jake and me. āKeep pressure on the cut, son. Pat and I will get her up.ā
Patrick appeared on the opposite side of me, making himself look as small as he could as he reached toward me with a grin. āJust breathe. Weāve got ya, little sister.ā
With the help of the two older men, Jake was able to keep a steady hold on the rag pressed to my neck as they helped me to my feet and led me to the back office in Ozzyās comfortable chair. Jake knelt in front of me, eyes glued to the side of my neck where the blood had begun soaking through the rag. Ozzyās large hand settled on his shoulder, and with the kind smile he was known for, he said, āBreathe, lad.ā
āYa did good,ā Patrick complimented. āAny other idiot woulda freaked out.ā
Ozzy placed a hand over Jakeās. āIāve gotta see how deep the cut is.ā Without a word, Jake slowly let go, but his eyes never left me as Ozzy pulled the rag back and breathed out a sigh of relief. āItās just a little knick. Nothin' a bit of gauze and a bandage wonāt fix.ā
Patrick held his fingers to my pulse point and held my hand. āShe seems to have calmed down a bit. Can ya hear me, sis?ā
I nodded. āYeah, I can hear you.ā
āThatās good,ā Ozzy replied, cupping my cheek. āHow's the pain?ā
āIt doesnāt hurt.ā Not compared to the other one.
Sensing the unspoken words, Patrick sighed. āIāll go get Pete. Heāll wanna know whatās goin' on.ā
āKeep him as calm as you can.ā
After Patrick was gone, Jake settled into the spot he vacated, hands trembling at his sides as he scanned the new area, unsure of where to look or what to do. I carefully brushed my fingers against his and smiled up at him. āYou donāt have to stay. Ozzyās good at patching me up.ā
He considered my words for a minute, finally focusing on my eyes before he shook his head. āIāll stay. Somebodyās gotta hold your hand.ā
As his fingers wrapped around mine, I laughed, soft and weak and entirely too vulnerable. āI appreciate it, tough guy.ā
Ozzy quietly bandaged the cut on my neck, though I caught his smirking glances at Jake as he held my hand and made small talk. It was only once Peter came rushing into the bar that Jake said goodnight and excused himself to make way for my very worried older brother. It took some convincing, but eventually, my little family had calmed down. Ozzy closed the bar down while Prue and Quinn fussed over me for a while before they, too, filtered out. Patrick and Peter led me out of the alleyway, pausing tensely as they came face to face with Dom.Ā
They both waited for me to tell them how to react. āYou two head upstairs.ā
āYou sure?ā Peter asked, glancing back at me.
I nodded. āIāll be right up.ā
We both stood, waiting until my brothers were out of earshot before Dom cleared his throat and sighed. āI aināt gonna apologize for beatin' the fucker. But Iām sorry about making you relive that shit. Iā¦ Iām sorry for scaring you.ā
āItā¦ Itās okay.ā I shrugged. āIt wasnāt as bad this time.ā
Dom knew what I was referring to, an old incident in a drug den I used to frequent. I could hardly look at him after that, and it took months to get back to where we were. āI donāt ever want you to be scared of me again.ā I could see tears building in his eyes. āI would never hurt you, Lena.ā
I stepped forward, carefully reaching out to grab his hands. āI know. Will you stay tonight? Just in case?ā
āOf course,ā he replied, slowly pulling me into a hug.
Upstairs my brothers had gotten everything ready for a sleepover in my room. Dom settled on the couch, insisting on being in the main area by the door while my brothers and I cuddled together in my bed. Any other instance of an attack like that would have shaken me to my coreā¦ would have made it impossible for me to even talk for days after. Tonight had been scary, too familiar, but ultimately different. I wasnāt afraid like I had been in the past. I wasnāt panicked and flighty. I knew I was safe. And with that knowledge nestled in my mind, I easily drifted off to sleep.
Maybe I was getting better. And maybe I liked the idea of no longer living my life in fear.
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summary: you didnāt want to go back to your hometown, not when your frustrating parents were there. you left that life behind. but who knew that rebuilding your old elementary school would also bring a new romance?
warnings: f reader, curse words, angst, frustrating/toxic parents, car accident (nothing graphic)
word count: ~ 6.7k (longest fic written so far!!Ā š„³)
a/n: Iām super excited to start this series :)Ā šĀ (song lyrics wonāt start until later into the fic bc I had to add background details. most of the lyrics will be used)
song: out of the woodsĀ
album: 1989 (taylorās version)
trope: small hometown romance
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The year was 1989ā¦Ā
āMom, dad, I have something to tell you,ā I say, trying not to pace anxiously.Ā
āSweetie, is something wrong?ā Mom asks, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
Dad also looks nervous, as I never usually act in this manner. Theyāre both sitting on our worn cream couch, slightly sagging from overuse.
āWellā¦you know how I wanted to go pursue my architecture degree in Seoul?ā I ask, remembering their horrified reactions to me having a desire to move out of our small hometown of Tonjung.Ā
āYes, I remember. And I also remember us not wanting you to leave,ā Dad says, his face solemn and sure.Ā
Thatās funny. They both think Iām staying.Ā
āI know, but I got into the University of Seoul School of Architecture,ā I say, hoping that theyāll be at least a little proud. But knowing deep in my heart that they wonāt care.
āGood for you honey, but I thought you were going to stay here and run the family business. Youāre the only child we have, y/n. You have to carry on the legacy,ā Mom says firmly.Ā
āThatās what you want,ā I sigh, already weary of the conversation, āBut I want to go and live my dream.ā Every time that I bring architecture up they always dismiss it. I donāt know whether or not itās because they donāt believe in me or because they want me to followĀ theirĀ perfect vision.
āYou and your dreams! Donāt you care about your family at all? Our dream is to be grandparents! Why donāt you settle down here and find a nice boy and-ā
āMom, dad, enough!ā I hiss, my anger finally boiling over, āI donāt want to fucking live inĀ yourĀ dream, I have a dream of my own. And Iāll be damned if I let this opportunity go to waste. I already paid for everything and set it up, so I just wanted to see if you were going to support me. But I guess not.āĀ
My parents are now in shock, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. But I donāt care.
āGoodbye.āĀ
And with that, I leave, grabbing my suitcases that I had hidden and waiting by the door. The tears prickle at the edge of my eyes.Ā
āHoney!ā
āWait!ā
They shout, but I ignore them. Opening the door, I run straight into a man. Oh, is this another poor soul that theyāre trying to set me up with? Too bad for him.
I shove my shit into the car and start it. Turning out of the driveway, Iām off to my new life.Ā
~
Thirteen years later
~
āMs. Choi! We need you to sign this, approving the floor plan for the new hospital. We added all the details you requested and-āĀ
(I donāt know anything about architecture, so Iām trying to not add details. Iām sorry if Iām inaccurate with anything!)
I sign it quickly and then walk to the meeting room. My assistant has a ānew projectā that Iāll ādefinitely want to be a part of!ā That means one of two things: either itās a horrible project and theyāre trying to hype it up so Iāll do it, or itās actually a good investment and Iāll be pleasantly surprised.Ā
I tend to have a āpessimisticā point of view, but thatās only because I have high standards. After graduating top of my class, I started a job at one of the top architect corporations, Park Designs. Slowly climbing the ranks, I am now one of the top architects at Park. And it only took me five years. Some of my classmates are still low class designers at middle-class businesses. Not to sound cocky of course, but I had to work my ass off in college and during my internships. While my classmates were out partying and drinking, I was working on my designs and making sure they was the best.Ā
Stepping into the meeting room, Iām not surprised to see my assistant, Jungwoon, but IĀ amĀ surprised to see my boss Seonming. Seonming usually doesnāt come to these meetings, as sheās usually busy helping the CEO, Park Ji-young.Ā
āHello y/n, itās good to see you,ā Seonming says shaking my hand. Iāve always admired Seonming, partly because sheās an amazing architect and partly because sheās a high ranking woman in a usually male dominated field.Ā
āGood morning Seonming, itās good to see you too,ā I say, meaning every word.Ā
I take a seat in the plush chairs, glad to get the nice meeting room.
āYouāre probably wondering why Iām in here. As you know, I donāt usually comes when thereās a new project for you,ā Seonming starts, āBut this project is especially personal, and I wanted to pitch it to you.ā
Personal? What does she mean by that?
Jungwoon hands me the files before bowing and leaving the room.Ā
āBefore you look at it, please know that I specifically selected you for this project because I know that you like designing for the greater good. You have a good heart, y/n, and thatās why I chose you for this. Not for any other reason,ā Seonming says, making me wonder whatās so special about this project.
I take a deep breath and open the files. Instantly, I see the location. Tonjung, South Korea. Oh no, oh no no no.Ā
āNow, before you get all mad, please understand-ā
āSeonming. You know why I canāt do this. I left that life behind for a reason,ā I say, irritation rising in me. Seonming of all people knows why I canāt go back! I havenāt seen my parents inĀ years,Ā only talking to them at the holidays or our respective birthdays. Our relationship is formal at best.
āI know y/n, but please consider it. You havenāt even looked at the project yet,ā Seonming says implored.
I know sheās right, as she always is, so I scan the summary. Building a new school? Did something happen to my elementary school?Ā
āWhat happened to Tonjung Elementary?ā I ask, thinking about the cozy and warm school I went to.
āThere was an earthquake,ā Seonming explains, āAnd it all but destroyed the current school. They need an architect who can rebuild the school, and I recommended you. Not because you used to live there, but because I knew youād be able to do it justice.ā
Damn. Seonming is really good at making someone feel guilty. She knows Iām a sucker for humanitarian projects, whether it be building a new hospital or, in this case, a new school.Ā
Why didnāt I know that the earthquake happened? Why didnāt my parents tell me? Iām assuming itās because they think I donāt care, but just because I left doesnāt mean I donāt have an attachment to the town I grew up in.
I sigh, already knowing my answer.Ā
āOkayā¦I guess for Tonjung Elementaryā¦ā I grumble, trying to ignore the happy look on Seonmingās face.Ā
āGreat! Youāll have to stay there for a while, of course, but the project doesnāt start for another two weeks. That should give you enough time!ā Seonming is being surprisingly brief with details. Usually she gives me a full run down and explains every last aspect.
āOkayā¦how long will this last?ā I ask, suspicious.Ā
āOh, yeah, itās supposed to last two to three years. Anyways, Iāll send the rest of the information soon! Have a good day y/n!ā Seonming leaves in a rush, clearly trying to avoid me so I canāt back out.
Two to three years? In my hometown? With my parents? Oh boy. What did I just agree to?
~Ā
Two weeks fly by and before I know it Iām leaving with a lot of my stuff. Even though I may come back to the city once in a while, it wonāt be often because the drive from Seoul to Tonjung is a good seven hours.Ā
āGoodbye y/n! Have safe travels and try to have a little fun,ā Jungwoon says. Heās handling my office while Iām gone. I trust him, and I know heāll do a good job.
āThanks, Jungwoon. And donāt forget to text me if there are any problems!ā I call, waving as I drive off.Ā
I put on music and try to enjoy the long drive. ItĀ isĀ beautiful by the coast, and if I ignore the awkwardness with my parents, then going back home isnāt too bad.Ā
Iām just glad that Iām staying at an Air BnB because otherwise Iād have to endure my parentsā constant nagging about how I left them, how I need to settle down, and all that bullshit. Besides, Iām only thirty-two. I have plenty of time to find a partner. I want to keep working towards my goal, becoming a CEO (like Park Ji-young) of my own architectural business.Ā
The drive passes by quickly, and soon the tall skyscrapers of Seoul turn into quaint houses with chipping paint.
I pull into the Air BnB and get out of my car. Breathing in the salty air, I feel the crisp breeze on my skin. Itās June and the weather is a bit hot at times so the breeze is a nice reprieve. I start yo unload my stuff and place it in the bedroom. This is a nice Air BnB because it has all the essentials (washer, dryer, dishwasher, etc.) for one person.Ā
I go to the bathroom and freshen up. After changing my clothes, I decide to rip the bandaid off and go to my parents since itās only about 3 in the afternoon.
Tonjung is small enough to walk place to place, and my parentsā house is only a couple blocks over from the Air BnB.Ā
I steady myself before knocking on the door. The aqua paint that used to be cheerful and welcoming now feels cheap and tacky.Ā
The door opens, and my dadās face appears. He opens the door slightly wider for me to come in, but I can tell heās not that happy to see me.
āHi honey, come on in. Your momās in the living room.ā He shuts the door behind me and I feel as though Iām heading straight to my doom.Ā
I cautiously step into the room and see my mom.
āHi momā¦itās good to see you again,ā I say, tentative of how this visit will go.
She turns her head.
āHi sweetie. How are you?ā Itās turning into another one of our phone calls. Only this time I canāt make an excuse and hang up.
āIām fine. Itās good to be back.ā I hesitate on what to say next, trying to break the awkwardness thatās lingering in the air like stale perfume.Ā
āGood to have you back. Maybe this time youāll stay,ā mom says, and I stiffen.
āYou know I had to go. And look at me now, Iāve achieved so much.ā I always try my hardest to make my parents proud, even if they donāt know it.Ā
āYes honey, you have. So why donāt you come back here for good? You can do your building business or whatever it is you do from here.āĀ
Mom never understands. Itās not just a ābuilding business,ā itās my life. I have big goals, and theyāre only going to happen if I keep pursuing them.Ā
āMom, you know I canāt move back here. I have to continue in Seoul because thatās where there are better opportunities for me,ā I try to explain. Before anyone can say anything else, I hear a knock on the door.
āOh, that must be Namjoon,ā my dad says, going to open the door.
Namjoon?Ā KimĀ Namjoon?
āHey Namjoon! Yes yes, come on in. Sheās right here.ā Dad leads the handsome man over to me.Ā
āHey, y/n! Long time no see.āĀ
Kim Namjoon sure has grown into those long legs and dimples. His eyes have always been beautifully sculpted, but theyāre even more gorgeous now. I notice that heās got some serious muscles in him now too. Seems heās discovered working out.
āHey Namjoon. Havenāt seen you in a while,ā I say, trying (and failing) not to seem awkward.
āNamjoon here has grown up, hasnāt he y/n? And he even stayed in town,ā Mom says pointedly.
I roll my eyes. So small town Namjoon stayed in the small town. Mom and dad probably wish he was their child.
āOkay, mom. I get it. Now, not to break up whatever this-ā I gesture to mom and I- āis, why did you call Namjoon here?ā
āOh! Itās because Iām the principal of Tonjung Elementary. Weāll be working together on the rebuilding a lot,ā Namjoon explains.
āOh thatās funā¦ā I trail off, not sure what else to say. Yay? Spending two to three years working with someone I havenāt seen in ages?
āYes it is! Now, why donāt you two mosey on down to the beach and get to know each other after such a long time. Iām sure thereās much to catch up on. And your father and I have to go to the store.ā Mom practically forces us out, and before I know it Namjoon and I are standing outside the front door. So much for subtleness. Mom just wants me to find a boyfriend.
āThat was quick,ā I mumble, āEven for them.ā Usually our visits on the phone last at least fifteen minutes, but this one breaks the record with being about five.
Namjoon chuckles. I blush, not knowing that he heard me.Ā
āWell, it seems that we are supposed to go to the beach. Shall we?ā Polite as ever, Namjoon is.Ā
āSure. We shall.āĀ
Traipsing down we make our way to the beach and I immediately take off of my shoes to feel the sand. I find a good spot and sit down and stare at the ocean. The crashing waves do little to smooth my mind.Ā
āSoā¦ā Namjoon starts, sitting down next to me. āYou escaped. And youāre very successful now. Iāve seen you in magazines and such.ā
Magazines? My name is almost never mentioned but I suppose there were a couple pieces written about my various projects.
āHeh, yeah. Iām lucky to be where I am today,ā I affirm as I start drawing hearts in the sand.Ā
āYeahā¦the last time I saw you you werenāt doing the best so Iām glad you made it.ā Namjoon has a look in his eyes I donāt recognize. Pity? Sympathy?
āWait when was the last time I saw you?ā I donāt remember seeing him since high school graduation.
āWhen you were leaving. For college. After,ā Namjoon winces, āThe fight with your parents.āĀ
Wait how did he see me then? Unless-
āYOU were the man outside the door! I thought it was another random man my parents were trying to set me up with!ā I exclaim.
Namjoon smiles sheepishly.Ā
āWellā¦that was me. And I wasnāt just there for funā¦āĀ
āOhhh so youĀ wereĀ another poor suitor sent by my parents,ā I side eye him for a second before we both burst into laughter.Ā
āAh yes, thatās me. A āsuitorā for you! Perhaps you should like to date me madam?ā Namjoon says in an accent.
As I laugh, I think,Ā Was he always this funny?Ā I guess heās more goofy now than in high school.
āNah, Iām not ready to date anyone. I have to start my own architectural corporation first,ā I say wistfully. Someday.Ā
āOh yeah, I bet youāll be able to do that. You always were so driven, even in high school,ā Namjoon says, reminiscing.Ā
āUgh, donāt remind me! I remember when I missed senior homecoming because I had to study.āĀ
I wanted to go, but I had a huge AP chem test the next day that I ācouldnāt afford to fail.ā So, while my other classmates were dancing to āParty Rockā I was at home poring over my textbooks. It paid off, I suppose, because I aced the test, but it wasnāt worth missing homecoming.
āThose dances werenāt that fun anyways,ā Namjoon says, breaking my train of thought.
āOh! Yes I guess they werenāt. I wonder how everyoneās doing nowadays. I havenāt spoken to any of them in ages,ā I mused. Iām only friends with some of them on social media, and even then I donāt check it frequently enough to know whatās happening in their lives.
āRemember Cho Eun Jung? Well, now sheās a famous fashion designer. Heard her designs were featured in Paris Fashion Week or something. And little Kim Ha-Joon? He has a family of his own now. They moved to America a while ago,ā Namjoon notes, nose crinkling as he thinks.Ā
āWow. Seems as if everyoneās out there living their life and Iām stuck in Seoul, single and still pursuing my dream career,ā I say, melancholy sinking in. The truth is, whatĀ haveĀ I done with my life? Sure, Iām a successful architect but Iām not famous and I donāt have a family. Iām not even close with the family that I do have.
āHey, donāt think of yourself that way. Youāre still successful, I mean only five years and now youāre a top architect at one of the top corporations. Iād say thatās impressive,ā Namjoon says, making me laugh.Ā
āThanks, Namjoon. And look at you, principal on Tonjung Elementary. Thatās impressive. If you donāt mind me asking, what happened to Mr. Han?ā Mr. Han was our principal when Namjoon and I went to Tonjung.Ā
āI donāt mind at all, and he retired. I think heās living around here somewhere with his wife,ā replies Namjoon. Iām glad that Mr. Han retired, he deserves it. That man was an excellent principal.Ā
āOh, thatās good. Iām happy for him. Iām also happy for you, and Iām happy that we can catch up. I mean, we are going to be working together for a couple years,ā I say sheepishly.Ā
āThatās true. Iām glad that itās you who Iām working with,ā Namjoon says, flashing me a smile, his dimples prominent.Ā
I smile back.
āMe too.ā
~
(I wonāt be adding many details about the new school design because I am not an architect and donāt want to mess up anything about the process :))
The months pass by in a whirlwind with planning and sketching the new school. Namjoon and I try to make it similar to the old one, but there are a few modern adjustments that we add.
Currently, all of the students are having to go to school in a neighboring town. Namjoon and I work as quickly as we can so that they can come back and attend school here.Ā
~
September arrives and with it cooler weather. The leaves are starting to turn their gorgeous shades and I start wearing my knit sweaters.Ā
One day Iām heading over to Namjoonās house because I forgot my laptop charger. I knock on his cerulean door and he answers, smiling thatĀ cuteĀ grin of his.
āHey y/n! Come on in. Iām assuming youāre here for your laptop charger?ā
I step inside, replying āYes! I canāt believe I left it here. Iām so forgetful sometimes.āĀ
I grab it off of the coffee table, and am about to leave when Namjoon clears his throat.
āWouldā¦you like to stay for a bit? I remember you wanting to watch that new k-drama and it just came out. You donāt have to though if you donāt want to! Sorry, I just thought maybe-ā
āNamjoon,ā I interrupt, smiling internally at his shyness, āItās fine. Iād love to stay for a while. Iām glad that you remember when the k-drama was coming out because I sure didnāt!āĀ
After popping popcorn (our second bag as Namjoon burnt the first batch) and grabbing sodas we settle down to watch āBusiness Proposalā (I know it didnāt come out this early but I love this k-drama okay?Ā š).Ā
We binged the whole season that afternoon. After the last episode my stomach hurt from all the popcorn and soda but my heart was full.Ā
āThe last scene was so pretty! Those cherry blossomsā¦ā I sigh as I lean back into the couch, āI can only dream to have such a perfect proposal someday.ā
āI know the right person will come along y/n. Just wait and see,ā Namjoon says with such certainty that I look at him. How does he know that Iāll find someone?
āYeah, I guess so,ā I reply, letting my head drop to the couch. If I close my eyes, I can just imagine that this little moment was perfect. Namjoon and I in a perfect bubble. No outsiders or prying parents to belittle me.Ā
āāŖĀ looking at it now
it all seems so simpleĀ āāŖ
I hear the sound of a flash and open my eyes to see Namjoon holding a Polaroid camera.Ā
āHey! Did you just take a picture of me?ā I gasp at him as he grins sheepishly.
āMaybe?āĀ
āWhy?ā I ask him, trying to grab the camera out of his hand.
āBecause! Look,ā Namjoon says, showing me the picture.
I look so pensive, eyes closed to the world. The sun beams down through the window and hits my face perfectly like Iām in a movie. My hair is spread on the couch in a surprisingly beautiful way.
āāŖĀ we were lying on your couch
I rememberĀ āāŖ
āWow, I didnāt know you had such a touch for photography Namjoon!ā I praise, seeing the man blush.
āOh, itās not that hard when I have a great subject to photograph.ā Namjoon waves off the compliment.Ā
āCan I keep the picture?ā I ask, grinning excitedly when he drops it into my hands, āThanks!ā
Namjoon holds the camera out in front of both of us. āLetās take a selfie together, y/n.āĀ
āOkay!ā I say, getting close and throwing up a peace sign.Ā Flash!Ā
āāŖĀ you took a Polaroid of us
then discoveredĀ āāŖ
The picture comes out beautifully, the sun hitting the two of us just right and our beaming faces genuine.Ā
āAww, we look so cute Namjoon. Why donāt you keep this picture because you let me keep the first one. A memory when we watched Business Proposal!ā I cheer, feeling happy for the first time in a while.Ā
When was the last time I let myself just be with someone? No work, no worrying about parents or expectations. Just me and them.Ā
āāŖĀ the rest of the world was black and white
but we were in screaming colorĀ āāŖ
I blink, surprised with my sudden desire to cry. Was my life so monotone that simple moments like these made me happy? Didā¦Namjoon make me happy? No, it was just the fun of hanging out with someone. Thatās why, Iām riding the high of having a true friendship. No other reason.Ā
āāŖĀ and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
are we in the clear yet?Ā āāŖ
~
Itās December and the air is cooler as winter sneaks in. Iām over at his house about a week until Christmas, complaining about my parents (yet again).Ā
āThey want me to go to their annual Christmas party! Which is fine, because, like, my family will be there, but that means a night of suffering as they compare me to my cousins. Half of my cousins are married, some have children, and the others at least live close by. I donāt check any of those boxes so theyāll just use the night to make me feel guilty!ā I rant while sitting on Namjoonās couch.Ā
āāŖĀ looking at it nowĀ
lastĀ this decemberĀ āāŖ
Namjoon winces.Ā
āIām sorryā¦do your parents even know how they make you feel?ā
āBut itās not just my family! You know my parents, they invite the whole damn town!ā I plow on, then stop after realizing Namjoon said something, āSorry, what did you say?āĀ
āI said that Iām sorry and asked if your parents know how bad they make you feel. Itās obvious they donāt, but have you tried talking to them about it?ā Namjoon repeats.Ā
āOh, donāt apologize. Itās not your fault theyāre this way. And yeah, I have tried to talk to them. Since high school, actually, when I told them I wanted to pursue being an architect. But they turned it down immediately! They didnāt even listen to me!ā I put my head into my hands.
Namjoon puts his arm around me in a half hug.
āI wish there was a way for me to help you, y/n. If it makes you feel any better, I can come to the party with you. Your parents did invite me.ā
Of course they did. They want me to find someone so desperately that they probably invited all of the eligible bachelors in Tonjung.Ā
I lean into Namjoonās hug, trying to absorb some of his calming aura.Ā
āāŖĀ we were built to fall apart
then fall back togetherĀ āāŖ
The day of the dreaded party arrives and I shove myself into a sparkly red dress thatās itchy and uncomfortable. I feel like a present.Ā
At precisely 5:20pm my doorbell rings. Grabbing my purse I open the door to see Namjoon. In a suit. Wow, he cleans up nice.
āJoon! You look great. That suit looks great on you,ā I babble. Since when have I been nervous around him?
āSame to you! Well, not about the suit but that dress. Looks really good on you,ā Namjoon stumbles out. Looks like Iām not the only awkward one.Ā
I smile.Ā
āThank you Namjoon. Shall we?āĀ
āOh! Before we leave, I wanted to give you your Christmas gift.ā He brings out a small velvet box from behind his back.
I gasp, then say, āJoon! You didnāt have to get me anything. I didnāt get you anything!āĀ
āItās okay,ā Namjoon says, stepping inside, āI donāt need anything. Iām just glad that weāre friends.ā
He hands me the box and I open it. Inside is a simple chain necklace with a gold North Star charm at the end. I look closer at it and realize-
āNamjoon! This isĀ yourĀ necklace! I canāt accept this. Itās yours!ā I try to give him the box back but he refuses.
āPlease accept it. It will look perfect on you,ā Namjoon pleads, and after trying again to give it back but failing, I accept it.Ā
āOkay, Joon, thank you. Itās beautiful. Could you help me put it on?ā
āOf course.āĀ
He takes it out gently and brings it in front of my neck. Fastening it carefully I look down at it.Ā
It fits perfectly.
āāŖĀ ooh, your necklace hanging from my neck
the night we couldnāt quite forgetĀ āāŖ
The party is dull. My parents compare me to my cousins, introduce me to tasteless men, and force me to talk to their judgmental friends. Luckily, Joon is there to help ease some of the pain. We last about an hour before leaving, saying we have āwork to do on the design.ā To which my parents ignore. Oh well. Who cares? Not me.
Namjoon and I go to his house after (we always go to his house instead of my Air BnB because I said it feels more cozy). We collapse on the couch and laugh, thinking about our escapades at the party. Counting how many mini quiches my cousin ate, seeing how many chocolates we could sneak into Namjoonās pocket.Ā
āHey! Why donāt we do karaoke? Thatāll be fun way to ring in Christmas!ā Namjoon says excitedly. And heās right. ItĀ isĀ Christmas Eve after all.
āOkay,ā I agree. And we move the coffee table and chairs and then plug in the machine. After a couple rounds we tire out and decide to just listen to the Christmas radio. Jingle Bell Rock comes on and I find myself pulling Namjoon up off the couch.
āCāmon Joon, dance with me!ā Heās reluctant at first but eventually we find a rhythm, happy and free.
āāŖĀ when we decided, we decided
to move the furniture so we could danceĀ āāŖ
White Christmas comes on and Namjoon grabs my hand and we start to slowly āwaltzā around the room (itās mostly swaying). I feel my heart start to beat faster, my face flush.
āāŖĀ baby, like we stood a chanceĀ āāŖ
I can feel Namjoonās body heat and force myself to look into his eyes. Those, caring, sweet, beautiful eyes. He looks back at me. Our faces are mere inches apart, and I slowly press my lips to his. He doesnāt pull away.Ā
āāŖĀ two paper airplanes flying, flying, flyingĀ āāŖ
~Ā
I spend the night, wearing his clothes and sleeping next to him. We cuddle up and wake up together on Christmas morning.Ā
āGood morning beautiful,ā Namjoon says in his deep morning voice.
I blush.Ā
āGood morning Joon,ā I reply, trying to hide my face.
āMerry Christmas,ā he says, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.Ā
āMerry Christmas. Iām sorry I didnāt get you a gift,ā I say, still thinking of what I could give him.
āDonāt apologize, sweetheart.Ā YouĀ are the best gift.ā
āāŖĀ and I remember thinkingĀ
are we out of the woodsĀ yet?
are we in the clear yet?Ā āāŖ
~
December turns to April, four months of dating Namjoon. My parents are overjoyed, but I manage to ignore their suggestive comments and instead focus on the man himself.Ā
Valentineās Day is a whole affair, Namjoon giving me the biggest bouquet of wildflowers, handpicked by him. And if that wasnāt enough, he also gifts me a whole bouquet of chocolate-covered strawberries (which he found out are my most favorite food ever). I get him a moon necklace that matches my North Star one, teasing, āNow we can be one of those cheesy couples who have matching necklaces.āĀ
On a muddy spring day in March we make a spontaneous trip to a neighboring townās traveling carnival. After buying sugary cotton candy and popcorn, Namjoon and I try our hands at the games. We each win a stuffed animal for each other, me winning him a koala and him winning me a giant panda. Their names are Koya and James respectively. The carousel is fun, us holding hands like lovesick teenagers the entire time and (probably) annoying all the kids riding. At the end of the day Namjoon and I go on the Ferris wheel, kissing sweetly at the top beneath the velvet starry sky.
Namjoon makes me feel the happiest Iāve ever felt. My self esteem has definitely improved and my heart is constantly full. He treats me like a queen and I hope that I treat him like the king that he is.Ā
We go on cute dates around town. Coffee shop dates on rainy days, reading for hours on end at the library, feeding each other chocolate-covered strawberries at the park. Although, I think the best ones are either a simple afternoon at the beach or cuddling on the couch.Ā
We often dance together in his living room, two souls in their own world. Just like the day of the Polaroid picture (which he has up on his wall), I feel as though Iām in my own bubble of joy.Ā
āāŖĀ are we out of the woods yet?
are we in the clear yet?Ā āāŖ
But not all good things last forever.
Talk of the future rarely come up, but when it does Namjoon is surprisingly avoidant of answering anything. I know that I have my job in the city, and I also know that he loves the beach and being away from crowds of people. How could this work?Ā
A particularly bad argument leads to me storming out, irritated that Namjoon doesnāt want to discuss our relationship after the school is finished. And with how far itās progressing, it looks to be done in about a year.Ā
āSweetheart, please. Iām not ready to talk about this yet because I donāt want to think about it,ā Namjoon implores as I start to gather my things.
āYouāre never ready. We have to talk about it someday, and I need to know about the future of us.ā Iām so frustrated about this reoccurring disagreement, and this is a sign that itās time for me to leave. āIām leaving, Iāll talk to you tomorrow.ā His hand on my arm only further annoys me.Ā
āSweets, please donāt leave. I justā¦have commitment issues. Forgive me, but thinking that far ahead makes me feel tied down. I just want to live in the moment,ā he pleads.
I look into those dark eyes and see something vulnerable and raw in there. Thereās a nagging voice in the back of my head that says to stay but I turn and go out the door.Ā
āY/n!āĀ
āāŖĀ remember when you hit the brakes too soon?Ā
twenty stitches in a hospital roomĀ āāŖ
I get into my car and start driving in the downpour. I donāt know where Iām going,Ā Ā but I do know that I need to get out of this town.
The rocky cliffs are jagged in the lightning and I angrily pump the gas once more. I see a shape dart out and try to hit the brakes. But Iām too slow. All I see is black as the world fades away.
āāŖĀ when you started crying, baby, I did too
but when the sun came up, I was looking at youĀ āāŖ
I groggily open my eyes and the first thing I see is a body sitting in a chair. As I come to, I also notice curtains and an IV. Iām in a hospital.
āY/n! Oh my god, Iām so sorry. I feel like itās my fault. I shouldnāt have let you leave I shouldāve made you stay and you couldāve diedā¦āĀ
Namjoon.Ā
Heās here.
I turn to look at him and smile weakly.Ā
āJoon, itās okay. Iām okay.āĀ
Those words seem to break him and he comes and holds me close while sobbing.
āāŖĀ I was looking at youĀ āāŖ
After heās calmed down he tells me what happened. I hit a deer last night and had a concussion. After finding me and rushing me to the hospital I had to have twenty stitches (this probably isnāt accurate and I apologize).Ā
Namjoon tells me that my parents have come to visit but I wasnāt awake when they came. Itās now two pm.
āIām so sorry. So so sorry. It was my fault and I shouldnāt have let you leave-ā
āNamjoon.ā I cut off his rambling, āYou sound like a broken record. Itās okay.Ā IāmĀ okay. Can we talk about what happened before the accident?ā I know itās quick, but I need to know before another horrible happens.
I feel his hand tense before he says, āSure.ā
āPlease, Namjoon, tell me why you have commitment issues. I want to know everything about you. Please tell me. I want to be with you, I want to stay with you, but we need to be able to trust each other. Trust me, Namjoon,ā I beg, trying to understand.
āāŖĀ remember when we couldnāt take the heat?Ā
I walked out, I said āIām setting you freeāĀ āāŖ
Namjoon casts his eyes down.Ā
āIām sorry y/nā¦you deserve to know. I-Iāll do my best to explain it.ā He takes a deep breath before continuing. āThe future used to be something I would obsess over, planned to the very last detail. I had a girlfriend that I dated all through college, and I truly thought that she was the one.ā It doesnāt bother me that Namjoon had another girlfriend, but Iām surprised he didnāt tell me about her sooner.
Ā āShe was a part of my future, but I suddenly found out that sheās been cheating. That changed everything. My whole future was thrown askew. It was then that I decided to live freely and not worry about the future because I didnāt know what was in store. To not be tied down and to be spontaneous,ā Namjoon finishes.
āāŖĀ but the monsters turned out to be just treesĀ āāŖ
It makes so much sense, why he wants to live this free life. I understand that his past girlfriend scarred him in many ways, and I donāt blame him for being nervous. But I still wish he wouldāve told me all this.
āI understand Namjoon, and Iām sorry that happened to you. Why didnāt you tell me this before? I know weāve only been dating for a couple months, but I feel that this is something important to share.āĀ
āI know, and Iām sorry. I shouldāve told you all this. Do you think you could forgive me? I promise that I will try to be more open and think a little bit more about my future with you,ā Namjoon vows.
āI will forgive you. Eventually. But we need to work on communication if we want this to work.ā I raise my eyebrows at him.
āDeal.āĀ
He leans over to kiss my cheek.
āāŖĀ when the sun came up you were looking at meĀ ā āāŖ
And I let him.Ā
āāŖĀ you were looking at meĀ āāŖ
~
Two years later
~Ā
The beach is hardly crowded today, only a few people set up with their umbrellas. Which is surprising, since itās the start of summer. I guess the tourist waves hasnāt hit yet.Ā
Joon carries a picnic basket in one hand and holds mine in his other. He says that he has a surprise date planned, but I donāt see much of a surprise because of the picnic basket.Ā
We decided that it was best to take things slow, build up trust within one another. While the school was being finished, we took time to relax and get to know each other a bit better. Joon opened up more and I listened and now I better understand him. After the school was done, we had a big talk about our future.Ā
I decided to quit my job and start my own architecture business in Tonjung, letting me live that CEO life while also being in Namjoonās life. Itās a pretty successful corporation, as my main goal was to focus on smaller towns and help them.Ā
I also had a big talking to with my parents. I explained how I felt and tried to get them to listen and understand me. They still want grandchildren, but theyāre a little more understanding now of how that may or may not happen.
Joon and I arenāt even married yet, let alone thinking about children. Right now, all I want to do is enjoy this picnic āsurpriseā date that heās set up.
āHereās the perfect spot for the picnic,ā Joon says, leading me to a place away from other people while also being shaded. So much for a surprise.
We spread the blanket out then open the basket. I instantly see the chocolate-covered strawberries that I adore so much and grab one to munch on.Ā
āYou and your strawberries,ā Joon says fondly, shaking his head at me.Ā
āHey, what can I say, I love them,ā I mumble with my mouth full.Ā
Joon laughs and I see those dimples of his pop out. That grin still never fails to make me have butterflies.Ā
āAnd I love you.ā He kisses the top of my head.Ā
We enjoy the picnic and as weāre packing up Joon stops me.Ā
āWait, y/n, I have the surprise.āĀ
I look at him questioningly as he pulls out a tiny box.Ā
Then he gets down on one knee.
I start to go teary-eyed.Ā
āChoi y/n, I know this isnāt a cherry blossom proposal from Business Proposal-ā
I laugh at that, thinking about that evening.
ā-but I hope this is just as special. You are the most talented, smart, amazing, and gorgeous woman Iāve ever met. Even in high school you were already surpassing everyone else. Iām so lucky to call you my girlfriend. Thank you for putting up with me and for loving me as I am. You never fail to make me laugh and always make me feel better when Iām having a rough day. I trust you more than anyone and I love you more than you will ever know.ā
I let the tears fall as Joon finishes.
āAnd with that, I ask you, Choi y/n, will you marry me?āĀ
Blinking, I answer the question.
āYes.āĀ
āāŖĀ are we out of the woods yet?
are we out of the woods yet?
are we out of the woods yet?
are we out of the woods?Ā
are we in the clear yet?Ā
are we in the clear yet?
are we in the clear yet?Ā
in the clear yet, goodĀ āāŖ
a/n: thanks for reading! š
#bts#bts x reader#kimnamjoon x reader#namjoon x reader#taylor swift#taylor swift eras#1989 taylor's version#1989 x bts#marblemoonstones#bangtan boys x ts eras - mm#romance#tropes
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Erika!! Congrats and happy anniversary!! šššš§”
Ok Iām going off board and sort of combining šÆand š¾ please forgive me. lol
Which townsperson do you think each of these Pedro boys is in Stardew? I know weāve got Joel the rancher/handyman and Frankie the blacksmith. What about:
Din
Jack
Dieter
Marcus P
Javi P
Anyone else youād like to mentionā¦
You donāt have to answer for all of them but Iāve been thinking about it! I love your AU š§” and you!! š«¶š»
Kate THANK YOU SO MUCH!! š„°ššš
And oh geeze do I HECKING LOVE THIS!?! OMG OMG!! For creating such a wonderful blend you get your own unique game lol! š„³
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- Kateās surprise boss level achievement!
Alsoā¦okay - Are you in my brain? Can you read minds?! Because my hopeā¦my dreamā¦is to write all our fellas into Stardew Roles and this just made my heart burst so much thank you for this incredible ask!!!
š©¶Din: funny enough Din inspired this series because of the mod I have of him in the game LOL - but in my heart heās a member of the adventureās guild & works back and forth with pelican town/the calico desert helping with monster control
š£Jack: retired from espionage work and now enjoys relaxing on his boat, is a surprisingly great fisherman and his dad is a dear old friend of Willy
š²Dieter: Mr Hollywood himself who left the limelight to live out in a ranch home and becomes the town cryptid
š¼ļø Marcus P: the new fellow curator of the museum besides our dear Gunther! Specializes in artifacts and rare art pieces
šJavi P: owns his own horse farm! He raises rare and unique breeds (youād be able to trade your base horse with him for newer or different kinds of horses!)
šOberyn: a fellow trader who arrives to town at random odd times to sell the magnificent rare items he collects on his travels
āļøPero: another traveling trader who sells unique and rare weapons, unlike Oberyn, he eventually can settle down and set up shop in town
š§æEzra: works at the calico desert casino and no one is really even sure what his actual job is, knows Mr. Qi personally and sometimes will steal something from your backpack
Kate you are as rare and lovely as a stardrop itself thank you again is much! š
#stardew boys!!!! we deserve all the stardew pedro boys!#ily Kate thank you again!!!#pedro boys š¤#Kateās tag šŖāØ#asks and such things š#keds 1 year & 1k celebration šāØ
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ššš©· WAHOO SHIPPING š¢š„³
WAHOO ok desktop is being weird about some of the colors BUT i remember you sent the bisexual hearts when i looked on my phone šŗ
š a ship that you like, but disliked at first
floyd/riddle teehee. probably didnt help that initially i just didnt like the octavinelle boys dsklfdsj they upset me LOL. but i came around to them and i def came around to the ship! i think u already saw when i posted it but i talked about them At Length in this post w/in game examples bc i Love To Talk lol :3
š a crack ship
ok i dont really have one bc tbh at best i just have some rarepairs but not really crack ships,,, but i feel like a Funny Crack Ship would be like. idk. grim/lucius LOL cat4cat.... i am pretty sure grim says once or twice that he and lucius understand each other and that lucius is a BITCH or something kgsjfkldsjklf
š©· a ship that you like, even though it could never work in canon
#girlhelp so many twst ships like. both could work so well and also would never work bc everyone has allergic to feelings disease LOL but also i mean, twst has no romance in it so i guess technically none of them would work in "canon" š¤š¤š¤
BUT if we're going off more like, reach ships lol.......... hmmmmmmmm HMMMMMMMM i mean i could make a case for like any ship i like really LOL but š§āāļø perhaps my beloved rarepair cater/jade jfkdslkfds just bc they live Very Different Lifestyles and only interact a handful of times... but i can dream š
tbh they probs still have a better chance than florid would LOL but. yknow. i can and did already make a case for florid šŗ I COULD MAKE A CASE FOR THEM TOO JUST. a shorter one LOL jklfsdjklfdjs
[send heart thingies]
#asks#felix-the-lemon-king#sowwy i didnt feel like drawing cats jkLFJKSDLJFKDSL#cereal tries to draw
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Currently working my way through your writings and they are incredible! šš¼ Very sad that Iām almost finished so I was wondering if you had any other recs for when Iām done? Completed, WIPs, anything lol. Great writers are usually great reccers so i trust you ā£ļø
I'm so glad you're liking my little worlds!! I would love to share some other amazing little worlds!!
A good place to start is always my ao3 bookmarks, but I also forget to bookmark things more often than I'd care to admit, so I here's some stuff that deserves your love:
WIPs:
Find Me a Find (Catch Me a Catch) by Humanities_Handbag - I just discovered this one maybe a day and a half ago and have already blown my way through it. The Wayne POV of your dreams, I swear to god. So much good in Wayne's shifting of perception of Steve, his unconditional love for Eddie, his frustration of watching these two care so deeply for each other and still shying away from what it means MWAH. splendid.
If I Ever Leave (You're Coming With Me) by @sharpbutsoft and @henrystars - I've yearned for someone to do a boys on the run from the law fic and this one is checking every single one of my boxes. The intimacy of close proximity? The distance of shared trauma? The complexity of having only each other? literally holds my heart in its hands and I will be allowing it to squeeze until I'm dead if need be.
show me the place where he inserted the blade by @solosnail - Eddie dragged into witness protection fic EXCEPT he gets a full year to really integrate into his found family and accidentally fall in love first so it hurts all the more in the most delicious way. There are so many good motifs in here and the way the forced separation jumps off the page is VISCERAL. When they stumble back into each other's lives I WILL be weeping and you should join me.
Complete Works:
Weakened Like Achilles, With You Always at My Heels by HMSLusitania - Such a clever take on Eddie getting stuck in the Upside Down but being presumed dead, the first chapter alone will hook you swear to god. One of the most unique premises I've found, come here for all of your ghost!eddie needs
alone again, or by 96tears - 5 years post-Vecna and the boys are the only ones still in Hawkins full time, this one does quiet intimacy and stumbling into a real and true love so well I could cry. I need to reread this one and seeing it in my bookmarks just now reminded me of that
don't forget to comment and kudos if you like what you read! not only will you get to participate in the joy of fandom community but you very well might trick more words out of these talented folks š„³
#dot post#fic recs#honored to have your trust I am indeed a picky fic reader fjasldfj#steddie fic recs
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tell me more about ur feelings abt jack & rose š
GLADLY š„³š„³š„³š„³š„³
I foam at the mouth when I think about them. First off, the gender subversion?? Jack is heroic and strong, but heās gentle, loves art, loves children, and possesses several āfeminineā traits. Rose is very feminine, but sheās brave, stubborn, loves to smoke/drink, and possesses several āmasculineā traits. This allows them to balance each other out.
This dynamic plays out in their romantic and sexual attraction to one another. Rose has absolutely no power in her relationship with Cal. Jack however uplifts Rose. He encourages her to get out of her abusive relationship, but never FORCES her because he respects her autonomy. Rose says āItās not up to you to save meā and Jack says itās HER job. He gives her strength but she has the power. In the sexual dynamic, Rose is the aggressor. We assume in her relationship with Cal that sheās some innocent virgin, and even though sheās inexperienced, we learn that sheās not a prude. She initiated any sort of sexual activity with Jack. She plays the āmasculine ā role by cradling Jack in her arms after they have sex and heās shivering and crying. ROSE TOPS!!!!!!
AND THE ENDING!!!!! JACK MAKES HER LET HIM GO SHE CAN GO OFF AND LIVE HER LIFE!!!!! A PANIC MIXIE DREAM BOY AND HIS GIRLBOSS GIRLFRIEND
The love. The respect. The passion. The tenderness. The bisexuality. Peak romance š ššš
I highly recommend watching Cinema Therapyās Titanic video because they talk a lot about Jack and Roseās relationship and it scratches the itch in my brain
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