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Fake Love, Fake Rage

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!Reader

Contents: Yelling. Anger. Cussing. Mentions of fake dating. Angst. Mean Miguel. Miguel who can't talk about his feelings. Harassment. Unresolved argument.

You didn't think your life would turn out like this. What's the problem with a little white lie anyways? Miguel had a huge problem with that little lie.

Sticky Note: This is part 1 of 2, there will be a happy ending but let's get some angst in the meantime <3. Not proof read, if I missed any content warnings let me know. K. Thanks. Mwah.

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Nothing could have prepared Miguel for the words that were going to come out of Jessica’s mouth that afternoon.

“So, you finally confessed to her, huh? About time.” Jessica says as she drops a stack of reports on his desk. He immediately looks up with an irritated confused grunt.

“What are you talking about?” He questions picking up the papers she just put down, turning his attention to that instead of her.

“You and Y/N are finally dating. It’s the word around the society.” She huffs, a smile painted on her face as Miguel's head snaps up and he stares at her wide-eyed.

“Que carajo? We are not dating. Who the hell is saying that?” He questions, eyes glowing red as his face heats up at the thought. Well yes, the two of you were close, as close as someone could be to Miguel, but dating? No, absolutely not. Of course, he’s thought about it. You had a genius that rivaled his own, you were beautiful, talented, competent, serious but funny. Miguel shook his head at the thoughts.

“Everyone’s saying that she said it. That’s why I thought you finally confessed your feelings for her.” Jessica shrugged casually, mildly amused at this.

“I do not have feelings for her.” He grumbles standing up from his desk to find you and ‘fix this’. Both Jessica and Lyla exchange looks at each other as he storms out of his own lab to yours, the one he personally built for you because he doesn’t have feelings for you. He absolutely has feelings for you.

As he makes his way to your lab, he can hear all the whispers of people about the two of you dating. Mostly people are shocked but can see it with the amount of time the two of you spend together and the things he does for you. There are some whispers about how you’re obviously too good for him and how he could ever convince you to date him with his personality. But he already knew that he already knew that you were too good for him. All of this just made him angrier as he neared your lab. You could feel him before you saw him, without the need for your spidey senses.

“Yes O’Hara?” You question, not even looking up from your task of working on a watch as Miles holds a light for you and Hobie is handing you tools. You, of course, could do these tasks by yourself but you enjoyed their company.

“Why the hell are you going around telling people we are dating?!” He barks at you; you still don’t lift your head from your work.

“Tone, O’Hara.” Is your response that makes his nostrils flair. He takes a deep breath; he knows your stubbornness will not allow you to communicate with him if he’s yelling at you. You made that very clear in the early stages of your ‘friendship’.  Miles looks back and forth between you and Miguel while Hobie looks amused as usual. You had already told Hobie the incident that brought upon Miguel being in your office right now and he told you Miguel would be pissed.

“Why are you lying to people saying we are dating?” He asked in a calmer tone which surprised Miles, he’s never heard him speak so calmly but of course, this was usually reserved for spaces when it was just the two of you.

“Ben Riley wouldn’t take no for an answer, so instead of making him lose his teeth I told him we were dating.” You say nonchalantly still not looking at him.

“So, are yall dating?” Miles quietly asks more to you than to Miguel.

“We are not. Now hold still so I can finish these modifications.” You respond shifting his hand back in place.

“You would be lucky mate to even fake date her. She is one of the most fit spider women around.” Hobie jokes which just makes you roll your eyes.

“Everyone out!” Miguel growls at Hobie and Miles, now you finally lift your head to scowl at him.

“This is MY lab, O’Hara. You can’t just command them out during the middle of my work.” You huff, eyes narrowed at him. You and Miguel glare at each other.

“Ooof” Hobie huffs as he stands up from the desk behind you, putting your tools back. “Let’s leave the lovers to quarrel alone, mate.”

Miles nervously puts your light down while Miguel glares at them as they leave the two of you alone. The two of them didn’t even get out of earshot before you started yelling at Miguel.

“You think we should of just left?” Miles asks, worried about you.

“Oi, yeah absolutely nothing worse than getting in-between a couple's fight.” Hobie says as he casually puts his hands in his pockets.

“But she said they weren’t dating.” Miles looks confused.

“Yet”

At this point, you were truly heated at what his problem was. He could simply just deny that you two were a couple, there was no need to storm into your lab when you were in the middle of working.

“Miguel, I’m seriously too busy to do this right now. If you want me to be able to go on any missions, I need to work on this.” You gesture at your exposed watch on your desk.

“You’re the one who’s going around telling everyone we are dating because you can’t just reject someone.” He snaps back, towering over you. You roll your eyes deciding to just ignore him and get back to your watch.

“I told you; he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and you’ve been clear about spider-on-spider violence.” You respond with a roll of your eyes, whispering how he’s a hypocrite for the whole Miles situation. Miguel aggressively rakes his fingers through his hair, eyes going a light red annoyed with your instance that you weren’t in the wrong.

“And now, I’ll be getting back to work.” You say now having to adjust your stuff since your help was told to get out.

“You do realize what people are saying right?!” He grunts as his hand slams on your workstation.

“If it’s really that bad for people to think we are dating then just simply tell everyone we aren’t. I really don’t care that much truthfully; I just said the first thing that came to mind.” You don’t even acknowledge his tantrum anymore, tools in hand going back to your watch.

“Seriously?” He asked, his tone is different than before, it sounded saddened? That makes you look up at him, and really look at him. His brows were furrowed, and his teeth were clenched but there was something in his eyes that you couldn’t understand.

“What’s actually wrong, Mig?” Your voice was soft, gentle, the voice you only used when he was in one of his moods which seems like right now.  Your eyes gazed upon him in worry and concern for him. He hated that. He hated seeing everything fade from around you, that all he could see was you. Your lips pressed together, plump and soft, your eyes shining at him as if he was the only important thing right then, the nickname you gave him falling off your lips making his pulse pick up. He almost let himself get caught in that until the voices of the other spiders played in his head, what Hobbie said played in his head, he was no where close good enough for you, he would never be. You deserve something better than the monster that he is. He breathes out curses in Spanish as he grows more frustrated with everything, mainly himself.

“Mig, you know I haven’t taken those Spanish classes yet. What is going on?” You ask even more gently than the last time, you could tell it was more than you pretending to date him. There was something else, something he wasn’t telling you.  “Talk to me, you know you always can.” You say when you don’t get a response from him.

You reach out to touch him, like you always do when he gets too into his own head.  He pulls back quickly, scowling at you.

“Have you ever thought about keeping me out of your shocking business? This stupid fake dating shit. And of course, people believe it because you’re always forcing yourself around me. I don’t want to be in any of your stupid drama, for shocks sake. Leave me out of your shit. Have you ever thought that shit was annoying? Because it is, it’s annoying and pointless. You’re here to do your job and that’s shocking it. ”  He spits at you and your eyes go wide.

 He’s never spoken to you like this before. Yeah, he had a temper and could even get frustrated with you but you thought maybe it was different between the two of you. The conversations you’ve had, all the time you’ve spent with just the two of you. You thought you were at the very least friends.  You could feel your eyes starting to burn, but you refused to cry, especially in front of him.  You grab your deconstructed watch and all your things in grabbing distance.

“Fuck you, Miguel” you say as you shove your way past him. He fucked up, he knew he did so he let you walk off. Hoping you could calm down enough to let him speak to you again, but he didn’t know when that would be. He saw the tears starting to form in your eyes when you pushed past him, he heard the crack in your voice, but he said nothing to stop you. No apology, no explanation, nothing.

When you left your lab, you went directly to Spider Byte, your watch wasn’t working currently since you took it apart and you just wanted to go home. You hadn’t started crying yet but she could see something was wrong when you walked up to her.

“Hey Margo, my watch is kind of out of commission right now. Can you get me home?” You ask breathy, your chest tight in an effort to keep your composure.

“Of course, girl but are you good?” she asks, concern written all over her face. You wave her off dismissively.

“Yeah, I just got some stuff to take care of at home. I’m good. I’m good.” You say through your gritted teeth, hoping she would drop it and she does, going into start to bring up your home universe.

“So, you and Miguel?” She questions, an eye looking up at you hoping this wasn’t your problem.

You take in a deep breath, “There’s definitely no me and Miguel, absolutely not. That was just a lie I came up with to get Riley off my case ya know.” You respond trying to keep your voice steady and reassuring.

“Yeah, yeah I get ya.” She replies, dropping that topic also as she pulls up a portal to your universe. “Thanks, Margo, I’ll catch you later.” You say stepping into the portable before she could even reply. And that was the last time anyone had seen you.

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hey hey!!! I hope you're well! I was just wondering if we could get a one shot or even a story if possible about trevor zegras and his girlfriend that has an attitude? I don't know why, but I get that vibe from him that he likes a girl with a bit of attitude 🤭🤭 thank you and have a great day!! ❤❤

Attitude Problem! // Trevor Zegras x Reader !

Quick little write! I hope I answered this prompt correctly! I hope you like it anon~~ <3

WC: 453

Warnings: Suggestive, Swears

The bathroom you share with your boyfriend, Trevor, has been concluded a crime scene. Makeup sprawled across the counter, hair jel splattered and countless cords and hot tools took up the space. You drag your hair wand through your hair, holding it and releasing it to lock the shape. Your eyes trail from your hair to Trevor, who is getting ready next to you. 

“I really dont like your hair like that…” you said with your voice flat. 

“Like what?” Trevor retorts with a little pep behind his words. 

“Like you are about to throw on a pair of skinny jeans and look like a total west coast hipster dork.” You snap back narrowing your eyes. Trevor's jaw falls agape. You continue on curling your hair. “So, are you just gonna stand there? Fix it, idiot.” His mouth curls into a smirk. He drags his hand through his locks, tossing and shuffling it. 

“Babe…” he began, “Any better?”

“Mmm…” You drag out. “Now you just look like a bum.” You state, contorting your face in a disgusted manner.

“Seriously?!”

“Oh just come here dickhead.” You make a hand motion signaling for him to come closer to you. Your hands find themselves on his broad shoulders, applying pressure trying to get him down on your level. He crouches downs meeting you face to face.

 “You are adorable.” Trevor coos while pinching your cheek.  

“You are an annoying prick” You respond, trying to hold back a smile and failing miserably. After you collect yourself, you begin to lather Trevor's hair with product, styling it to your heart's desire. “Jeez, I am way too talented. This is way better.” You say as you release your hands from his hair.

“Baby, I love it when you have your hands in my hair” Trevor says deviously with a major smirk painted across his face. You tilt your head up to look Trevor in the eye. Your face is in a state of deadpan, mouth straight, eyes narrow. Just as you were about to cuss him out Trevor grabs your chin. “Shhh, come on baby you have had your fun.” He whispers just before he locks his lips with yours. His arms loop around your torso and toss you over his shoulder. You flair your limbs shouting out him. “I love your attitude, but its time i set it straight.” Your face heats up and flushes a shade of pink. Suddenly your back hits your bed with trevor on top of you. Trevor leans down towards you, eyes not leaving yours. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing a kiss while hes there.

 “TREVOR YOUR HAIR. IM GONNA KILL YOU ASSHOLE!” You exclaim. 

“Shit…” Trevor mutters.

[yunggoblin]

Soft Little Beats - Hunter

Pairing: Hunter x Pregnant!Female!Reader

Summary: Hunter hears an unfamiliar thumping sound only to find out it’s coming from your stomach.

Warnings: None, Mature for Foul Language/Cussing, Hunter getting annoyed, Mentions of Unprotected Sex, Fem!Reader has Juice Cravings, Fluff

Word Count: 2,192

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump. 

Hunter let out a soft groan at the random thumping sound that all of a sudden made his ears twitch. 

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter's eyebrows knitted together as he tried to ignore this new sound. 

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Rolling over, Hunter let out a soft huff, trying to ignore the soft beat. He extended his arm on his bunk to feel for you. As he patted around he slowly blinked his eyes to find himself alone.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter let out another groan, this time sounding like a whine as the annoying soft little beat woke him from his slumber. Hunter slowly sat up from his bunk, letting his feet dangle on the side, stretching his arms he let out a big yawn. Smacking his lips and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Hunter placed his feet on the cold metal flooring of the ship. 

Might as well find you and whatever that beating sound was. He thought to himself.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter stared at himself in the mirror as he was in the refresher brushing his teeth. His eye twitched slightly at the ongoing sound of that mysterious noise. He’s never heard it before and he didn’t understand why he was hearing it now. Spitting out the foamy toothpaste and rinsing his mouth he placed his toothbrush down and exited out of the refresher to find that maker annoying sound.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter first went into the storage unit of the ship, looking around the area to see if he could find where in the hell it was coming from. He paused, listening closely to see if it was just the ship itself making that noise.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

No, it was definitely something on the ship. Hunter paused for a moment, digging the tip of his pinky finger into his ear and moving it in a half circle around in his ear canal making sure this sound wasn’t just in his head. He pulled out his finger away from his ear and listened closely.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter groaned once more, was it possible that time had finally caught up with him and his senses were finally fried and he was just hearing things? Was this just all in his head, was this just his head throbbing over all? Hunter paused for another moment and listened.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

No, this was definitely something real and wasn’t time sneaking up on him. His feline-like reflexes still heighten just like yesterday and the day before, only thing is, this damn sound wasn’t around until this morning. 

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, he wasn’t too sure what this sound was or how long it was going to be around for, but it was pushing him over his limits. Hunter started to make his way up towards the cockpit of the ship only to hear the thumping to become faint, quieter and quieter. Hunter stopped his movements before entering into the cockpit. 

The sound stopped. Hunter took two steps backwards, heading back to where he came from and paused. No, the sound wasn’t even in the storage unit either. Hunter eyed the cockpit door carefully and walked towards it, the soft whooshing sounds erupted as the door slid open. Hunter slowly looked around to see if anything was out of the ordinary, but nothing was. Not even the tools Tech was using to fix the panel board, as they were neatly placed. 

Hunter didn’t even address Tech as his brother was fiddling away on the datapad. “Tech.” Hunter grunted, his eyes still slowly scanning the area, trying to hear that sound once more.

”Hunter, what is wrong?” Tech lowered his datapad from his sight to see his brother obviously on the hunt for something.

”Did… Did you hear it?” Hunter’s attention snapped over towards Tech.

”Are you asking me if I heard something even though you, the brother with heightened senses, can hear it all?” Tech picked up his datapad. “Because, if so, then, no. I didn’t hear it.” 

Hunter huffed out a breath and leaned against the nearest wall. “I think I’m going crazy.” Hunter muttered under his breath and rubbed his temples, whatever that sound was gave him a headache. 

“Crazy? No. Over-sensitive? Yes.” Tech matter-of-factly stated. Tech placed down his datapad once more and grabbed the nearest med-bag, digging through it. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Hunter asked. “I haven’t seen her today.” Hunter frowned, a pout on his lips as he missed his loved one and hasn’t seen you since last night before going to bed. 

”Y/N is with Crosshair, they just left to go do target practice.” Tech didn’t look up from the medic bag as he was still digging through it.

Hunter’s gaze cast upon the metal floorboard underneath his feet. The thumping sound, could it have possibly been the way your cunt throbbed for his brother when you were near Crosshair? Hunter knew about your crush towards his brother but that was such a long time ago and you moved on after Crosshair went and sided with the Empire and before Crosshair even came back, you and him became a thing.

Hunter’s tongue slowly drew across his bottom lip as he was thinking. Inhaling the air sharply Hunter didn’t catch any of your arousing scent hit his nostrils, he didn’t even recall smelling it in the bunks, the refresher or the storage unit. 

“Ah, here we are.” Tech called out, walking over to Hunter and held out his palm. “A little something to help your senses.” Tech handled Hunter a pill. 

“What is it?” Hunter eyed the small blue pill in his fingers.

”It’s just a pain-killer, Hunter, it’ll help with your headache from whatever you’re hearing.” 

Hunter didn’t ask any questions after that, popping the medicine in his mouth he swallowed it with no problem. “So, uh you haven’t heard anything different with The Marauder?” Hunter looked around the cockpit once more making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. 

“I am highly offended to have you think I wouldn’t keep track of my own ship.” Tech readjusted his goggles as he tapped away on his datapad. 

“So, that’s a negative then?”

”Correct, no weird noises coming from her.” Tech patted at the console as if he was consoling it. “Don’t think about it, Hunter. I’m sure whatever you heard wasn’t too dangerous or your other senses would have picked up on it too.” 

Hunter sighed with a nod, leaving the cockpit with Tech’s opinion, he should trust his brother but something in his body was telling him not to forget what he heard.

Throughout the day Hunter tried to stay busy, he watched Omega and Wrecker hangout in the field where they decided to land for a few rotations, Echo was working on the exterior of the ship while Tech was interior. You and Crosshair still weren’t back from target shooting which made him slightly worried. 

The thumping sound, what was it? Hunter knew that wasn’t your heart beat, it wasn’t anyone’s in the ships that matched that’s why he was so worried that an intruder was inside, nothing too big from the way it beat and ever so softly, but still it could be a treat to him and his squad. 

Hunter signed, not hearing the thumping sound anymore and decided to take a shower. Whatever creature it was maybe decided to check out the place and leave. Hunter didn’t like that, not one bit but he tried to ignore it. 

As Hunter climbed out of the refresher he grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

“What is that kriffing sound?” Hunter growled, he was growing tired of it and wasn’t going to like that sound if he was trying to sleep later that day. Hunter was determined to find whatever it was and make it shut up. Hunter tossed on his blacks, letting his damp hair fall over his face and his blacks slightly sticking to his wet body, he didn’t care that he was still wet he needed to get to the bottom of this. 

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter made his way through the ship once more, not seeing anything but kept hearing the soft little beats. He was going mad, he needed whatever this thing was to be gone. Hunter walked through the kitchen only to stop once more.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

All of this searching was making his stomach growl, he’s been so busy trying to find whatever this was he didn’t even realize he hasn’t eaten anything today. Going through the cabinet, Hunter snagged a ration bar and sat down at the table where they usually ate. As Hunter ripped open the ration bar he took a bite out of it, slowly chewing.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Whatever the sound was, it was coming closer and becoming louder. Hunter’s shoulder tensed up as he listened to it closely, straightening himself in the chair.

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter stared at the entryway of the kitchen, holding his breath as he was ready for whatever was to round the corner. Unchewed food was still in the pocket of his cheek, afraid if he swallowed it, it would be stuck in his throat if he tried to scream for help. Hunter’s heart was hammering in his chest as his senses were on edge, waiting.

Only for him to see you pop around the corner, coming back in from outside. Hunter exhaled the breath he was holding in, his tense shoulders relaxing at the sight of you, his lover. 

“Hey sleepy head.” You smiled at him, walking over towards where he was sitting and placed a kiss upon his wet head. “Did you sleep well? I didn’t want to wake you because I had a few errands to run.” 

“Would have slept better if I woke up next to you.” Hunter grunted as he took another bite from the ration bar. 

You ruffled his dark hair before making your way to the fridge. “Well, I wanted you to sleep in. Recharge yourself.” You pointed out, opening the fridge door you knew exactly what you wanted. Wrapping your hand around the handle of a jug that contained juice you popped the lid open and placed it on your mouth and drank it straight from the jug. 

Hunter’s eyes roamed over you, taking you in. He admired how your head was tilted back gulping down the sweet liquid, eyes shut as you enjoyed the intake. Hunter’s eyes trailed down your breasts, noticing how they’ve become slightly larger than before. The view of them nearly spilling out of your bra and your shirt hugging them nicely made his cock twitch in his pants, thinking about squishing them together and sliding his cock in between them, tit fucking you. His eyebrow slightly raised as if he noted to do that later tonight once everyone was asleep. 

Hunter’s brown eyes went lower, he smiled softly as he noticed a little juice baby you were forming from drinking so much of the liquid. 

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

The sound erupted in his ears, louder and even closer now which made Hunter’s eyes, that were still staring at your stomach grow large as he realized what the sound was. He was too busy admiring your body he didn’t even notice the sound until his eyes were on your stomach. “Oh my Maker, you’re pregnant.” Hunter said barely a whisper but you heard him loud enough for you to choke on the juice you were gulping down. 

You pulled the jug away from your mouth, the juice collecting on the corner of your lips. “Excuse me?” You asked, raising your free hand and wiping the back of it on your mouth, getting the rest of the dripping juice you nearly spit out. 

“You’re pregnant.” Hunter repeated, his eyes never leaving your stomach. 

You couldn’t help but to laugh. “I am not pregnant.” 

“Then why did you just down half a gallon of juice.”

Your eyes cast towards the jug that was now nearly empty. “Because I was craving ju-“ Then it hit you, you couldn’t even recall your last cycle. “Oh my maker, I’m pregnant.” 

Thump, thump. 

Thump, thump.

Hunter smiled widely as he stood up from the chair. “I’ve been hearing this thumping sound all morning.” He reached for you, cupping your cheeks as he was now standing in front of you. “It’s been driving me mad.” He whispered. “Only to find out, it’s this little Mesh’la growing inside of you.” He pulled away his hands and placed them on the sides of your stomach. “How-” Hunter paused, giving you a confused look.

“We haven’t really been practicing safe sex, Hunter.” You teased him, wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down towards you and placed a soft kiss upon his lips. 

Hunter hummed softly against your lips, tasting you on his tongue while listening to the little bundle of joy growing in your stomach.

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[afro-hispwriter]

In the Past(1)

Season 10

Summary- no one knows the reason why you and Daryl broke up until he tells Carol 

Warnings- language, mentions of childbirth and past pregnancy, Leah

Word count- 1.5k

1 2

*REPOSTED*

-

"Daryl, why did you and y/n end things? I realized neither of you ever said anything." Asks Carol as they sat on the porch of the cabin. Daryl looked back at her and shook his head before turning back to look out into the woods.

"It don matter no more."

"Of course it does, you two have been together for years and then I get a letter thinking all was well but it says weeks after she gave birth to your child you two called it quits." 

"It was time for it to end."

"Bullshit, come on tell me, I won't say anything when we get back." Daryl sighed and scoffed. The memory makes his body feel heavy. The sadness turned to anger.

"Alright you wanna know, she fucking left me because of my mistakes." Carol raised an eyebrow and stood up to stand close to him.

"What happened?"

4 YEARS AGO

"Fuck fuck fuck." You breathed out as you gripped Michonne's hand as another contraction hit. "Where's Daryl?" Michonne daps your head with a wet cloth and shakes your head.

"We can't get ahold of him." She says and you close your eyes and shut your mouth to stop a sob. 

"Y/n your fully dilated we gotta get ready to push." Says Siddiq and takes the gloves off his hands.

"No, Daryl needs to be here, it's his kid too."

"I understand that but if you don't push soon there is a risk of losing you and the baby, and I don't think Daryl wants to come back here and find out his fiancé and baby died." Says Siddiq and you groan knowing he was right.

"How long do we have!" You ask and wince at the pain.

"30 is all I'm going to give you." He points at you and you nod and shudder.

"Try Daryl again please." You ask him and he nods. "What the hell is he doing that's so important?" You were getting angry at this point. You knew you should have convinced him to stay when you got closer to your due date, then maybe you wouldn't be stressing over that.

-

"Daryl, Daryl come in." Daryl ran over to the walkie-talkie when he heard Siddiqs voice.

"What's wrong, y/n and the baby ok?" He asks.

"Man we've been trying to reach you for hours, y/n has  gone into labor." Daryl felt his world stop.

"Fuck, ok I'm on my way." Daryl slid the walkie-talkie on his belt and grabbed his crossbow.

"Leaving so soon?" He heard her voice behind him. He sighs and looks back.

"Ya, she's in labor, ill be back." He says and walks out the door in a hurry without looking back. He didn't see the anger in her eyes at seeing him leave for you. Again.

Daryl walked fast until he looked back at the cabin.

What if I don't go back and just stay with y/n and our baby and forget her... no not now, soon.

-

"Alright he said he's on his way but for me and you both know he's more than an hour away, y/n you have to push." You flopped your head on the pillow before nodding.

"Ok." Michonne started putting pillows up behind your back while Siddiq prepared his tools.

"Ok on 3. 1,2,3." He says and you push with a scream. "Good, again." 

"I'm going to kill him." You grit and push. Michonne chuckles and shakes her head.

"I see the head two more pushes you got this." Says Siddiq and you give him a thumbs up.

Two more pushes and lots of cussing later. Your baby boy was born. He cried loudly as he came into the world.

"Here you go." Says Siddiq and hands you your son. Michonne stands back to leave you some space. 

"He's beautiful." She says and you nod, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"He looks like Daryl." You chuckle and they laugh. They took your son to clean and dressed him as you rested.

"He's hungry." Says Michonne and hands you him.

"I bet, hey when Daryl gets here please make sure he gets here quick." Tou smiles at her and she nods.

"Not gonna kill him are you?" She jokes and you smile and shake your head.

"Not today at least." Once Michonne left you took your breast out and your son immediately latched on.

-

It was an hour later when you heard familiar heavy footsteps coming to the door. The door burst open revealing an out-of-breath Daryl.

"'m sorry." He says and approached you until he stops when he hears small coos.

"We'll talk later not today. Go meet your son." You smile at him and he nods. He slowly approached the cradle and looked down to see his son squirming. Daryl held his hand out and brushed his son's cheek.

"He's so beautiful." 

"Pick him up." You say and Daryl tensed. "You won't hurt him, just pick him up and support his head." Daryl reached down and picked him up doing just as you said. He slowly made his way to you and sat on the bed by your legs.

"I love you, and I'm so sorry."  His sorry was saying something else. Upon seeing you and his newborn son he realized he truly had something to come back for. 

"Daryl it's ok, I love you too." 

-PRESENT-

"Wait so you didn't tell her?" Asks Carol and Daryl shook his head.

"She just had ma damn kid I couldn't start that."

-PAST-

2 weeks later

"Archer you're getting so big buddy." You coo at your son. The door opens revealing Daryl, you notice he looked sad but then you see a dog run behind him.

"Umm Daryl where did this dog come from?" You question him as the dog sniffs you.

"Found em out there a few months ago."

"Oh well, he's adorable." You say and scratch him behind the ears. You look up at Daryl who was biting his thumb. "You ok?"

"Gotta tell you sum." He says and gestures for you to sit down. You sit down and so does he. "I ain't been completely honest with you, I met someone, a woman couple months ago." You raised an eyebrow wonderful where this was going.

"We became more." You felt you're heart drop.

"Excuse me, what do you mean became more?" Daryl could see you getting agitated.

"More than friends." 

"So you cheated on me?" You stand up and look away from him. Daryl didn't respond. "Was I not enough?"

"Of course you are it's just I used her as a distraction." You scoff at his words and turn to face him so he can see the tears that had started spilling from your eyes.

"A distraction, Daryl Dixon if you needed a distraction you come to me, you come home, you don't go off and now destroy our family." Daryl tried to reach out to you but you took a step back. "After everything I've done for you, this is what you do." It hurt, you never thought he would betray you like this... or at all.  "You know what Daryl, leave." You point to the door and his head raises.

"Nah, what about-." He starts but just points to the cradle.

"We'll talk about it later, I just can't with you right now." You say and wipe your eyes. You reach for your hand and take off the ring. "I don't need this anymore." 

"Y/n please she left me."

"And I'm doing the same. What did you expect me to stay with you just because she left you? It doesn't work that way, please leave before I do something I'll regret." Your tough facade was dropping as your hand shook. Daryls face scrunched up and he wiped his eyes as tears threatened to fall.

"Dog come on." He says and walks out quickly and closes the door behind him. He walked down a few steps before he heard your sobs.

The things that have happened, the things he would blame himself for and people would reassure him it wasn't his fault.

But he knew what just happened was.

-PRESENT-

"We've been co parentin ever since." Carol sighed and bit her lip.

"Do you still love her, Y/n I mean, unless you loved the other?"

"Of course I still love Y/n, and Leah,  I could never love her the way I love Y/n," Daryl says and leans against the glass wall. "I still carry the ring."

"Does that mean you'd take her back?"

"I know I would but would she its been years."

"I think she still loves you too, you just need to get some courage and talk to her Pookie." Carol teased him and he shrugged.

"I wanna mess it up again."

"You won't."

-

I don’t remember this being so bad

[lostgirlfandom]

It's a Tuesday

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x GN!Reader

Warnings: Theft, cussing

Words: 727

Summery: Just a regular day in the Gallagher Household

It was a normal day for you... As normal as one could get when you were basically a part of the Gallagher broad since you were friends with Lip since you were kids. You were both known as the Terror Twins when you were in elementary school from the amount of trouble you both got into together. Pouring glue in one of the bullies that picked on the Gallaghers, Gorilla gluing the teacher’s desk, hacking the Principal’s morning announcements... the list goes on.  

So, it wasn’t a surprise when Lip came barreling into the living room from the stairs at the Gallagher’s house to find you playing on the Xbox with Carl.  

“Hey... want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?” He asks as he leans over the back of the couch where were leaning back against as your stare was concentrated on the TV.  

You snorted and without looking away from the screen answered, “Oh gods... we’re gonna die, aren’t we?” You said sarcastically.  

“It’s a Tuesday... I know how to restrain myself.” He jokes back at you.  

You let out a loud scoff and laughed. “You ABSOLUTELY do not!”  

Finally, the game finishes the round and you turn your attention to Lip and pause as you notice something you didn’t before.  

Your brow frowns in confusion as you open your mouth before pressing them together before sighing and asking. “Why are your hands purple?”

Lip smirks, “That’s a very good question.”  

You closed your eyes and pinched the space between your eyes. “I don’t wanna know.”  

Carl had surprisingly stayed quiet and listened to your conversation, looking between you both.

You give a sarcastic sigh and force yourself to stand up. “Alright, let’s go.”

-

Next thing you know, you were running from security at a science building that Lip got into. You were hiding in a random lab room and were taking deep breaths as you leaned against the wall next to the door with Lip next to you, a backpack over his shoulder.  

After a moment of silence, you could hear the security in the hallway going through the rooms. Their radios going off every now and then.  

“I have a solution.” Lip whispers to you.  

You look at him and lock his with him and he as that look in his eye when he has a stupidly genius idea. “Okay?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“It involves fire.”  

You sigh and lean your head back against the wall, shaking your head. “Absolutely not, Phillip.” You pause and then hiss out to him, “If we die, I’m going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault.”

He shrugs and purses his lips together. “That’s cool. I don’t mind having company while being a ghost.”

You make a disgruntled face at him and he chuckles.  

The next thing you know, you found your way over to the window and look out. There was a covered walkway right under the walkway so you both rushed to open the window.  

“This way is more efficient.” He laughs out as he looks at you.  

You shook your head and for dramatic effect added, “This way is going to get us killed.”

You both jumped over to the metal covering the walk way and it makes a dull thud as you rush to then climb down to the ground. Both of you then rush to exit the campus.  

-

Thankfully, you made it back to the house and you both crashed in Lip’s room. After the adrenaline came down, he started to work on the machine as you read a book. You were exhausted from the running.  

Yawning, you turn the page. The sound of him tinkering with the machine stopped for a brief moment.  

“Yeah, being pretty must be tiring.” He spoke up without looking at you.  

You paused and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Tilting your head, you smirk. “Then you must be exhausted.”  

He freezes and looks up you to lock eyes with you. You notice his cheeks had tints of red on them. You continue to smirk as you turn back to your book.  

The next thing you know, the sound of tools hitting the floor sounds out and Lip jumping on top of you makes you laugh as he attacks you.  

[aclosetfan]

I started this draft a long time ago based on a joke text post that goes around tumblr fandom spaces, but i can't find a link anymore. my mutuals love the greens as the secretly soft couple and i think the post fits the vibe perfectly, so here’s my spoof 😭😭

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The kitchen clock read around 9 p.m., but their apartment was midnight silent. Butch sat in front of the tv, playing his video game. He kept the volume on low and muted his mic. As much as he wanted to cuss out his team, Buttercup was already asleep.

Townsville had been keeping Buttercup and her sisters busy for the last week. She was up early and in bed late, with no break in sight. He thought it was bullshit that she couldn't, at least, eat an actual dinner, but he was saving that argument for later when the dark circles under her eyes had receded slightly, and he didn't feel like such a shithead for not being able to do more to protect her.

Tonight, she had come home to him battered, bruised, and bone-tired. He had picked up her favorite take-out, and they had settled on the couch to watch a movie. They had made it about twenty minutes into the horrible B-rated horror flick when Buttercup's soft, tired snores reached his ears.

He had been only slightly disappointed. While this had been their first night together in a long time, he had been happy to see her sleeping, so he had scooped her up and placed her in bed with a kiss on the forehead.

That had been two hours ago.

He paused his game when Buttercup floated back into the living room. She wore their comforter like a cape and rubbed at her bleary eyes with a frown.

"Hey, babe," He smiled, opening his arms wide for her.

Buttercup didn't need further invitations. She plopped down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Youse warm," She spoke into his chest.

"Bad or good warm?"

"Good."

He laughed, "Are you cold?"

"Mm."

"Come’ere then." He shuffled her around into a more comfortable position so he could still play his game with her wrapped around him. "Comfortable?"

"Mhm." She nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. "Couldn't sleep without you."

"Well, sleep now, I ain't goin' anywhere."

"Don't wanna," she said through a yawn, nuzzling into his chest. "Miss you."

Butch's heart skipped a beat as if they were still teenagers and he was still hiding his miserable crush on her.

He didn't say anything back. He didn't have the words, but he held her close to him, rubbing small circles into her back and peppering kisses to the crown of her head. Her breath pleasantly tickled his neck as she fell back asleep.

He enjoyed her dead weight and marveled, not for the first time, over the fact that this was his life now—safe with Buttercup. He could act like himself, here, with her, not as some demonic entity's tool.

And it was all thanks to her.

And he was such an idiot for fighting it for so long.

His heart skipped another beat, and he held her even closer.

"You deserve an award, putting up with me." He whispered, thinking she was asleep.

"You’re m’award." She whispered back.

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(BONUS)

The main overhead light in their bedroom flicked on as the door banged open.

"Bubbles!" Boomer jumped onto the bed. "Bubbles! I made a lil' midnight snackieee. Do you want some?"

Bubbles' eyes snapped open with the fury of a thousand suns. Boomer stood above her, obnoxiously chewing whatever unholy midnight concoction he had slaved over. The kitchen was likely a mess.

"It’s two in the morning," She squeaked, squinting against the overhead light, "and you're getting crumbs all over me!"

"Yeah! I was craving something crunchy!" Boomer beamed, but his mouth was full of food, so his stupid explanation was garbled and only pissed her off further.

She wiped spittle crumbs off her face and flopped over on her side. "No, I'm tired. Go back to playing your video games."

"Ugh!" Boomer groaned, flopping down on the bed, "It got boringgg when Butch logged off. Let's do something else!"

"Sleep."

"That's boring too," Boomer pouted, tugging her shoulder until she faced him again. "Hey, by the way, why didn’t you say I love you when you went to bed? I was like hey babe, goodnight! Love you! And you were like, night, like what’s with that, huh? You love me, right?"

Guilt pierced her heart for a second, but then she remembered it was two in the morning. "I love you," she said.

Boomer regarded her momentarily, then addressed her dryly, "Well, it doesn’t sound sincere now!"

"Boomer." She seethed. "What time is it?"

He squinted at the alarm clock, "About two!"

"And how long have I been asleep?"

"Four hours and thirteen minutes!"

"I need more than four hours and thirteen minutes! We've been over this. I'm so tired."

Boomer frowned, putting his snack to the side. "I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. It's just that I can't sleep, and I miss you, Bubs, that's all."

This time, the guilt stayed. She knew about his nightmares, after all.

Bubbles sat up to cup his face with her hand. She kissed his cheek and said, "Oh, Boomer, it's okay, silly. I'm sorry. It's just been a long week. I'll make a midnight snack with you tomorrow."

Another bright smile broke out across his face, and he wrapped her up in a big hug before laying her back on the bed.

"Bubbie," He announced, "you deserve an award for putting up with me!"

"I really do." Bubbles smiled serenely, pulling the covers up over her head, "You’re a real dumbass sometimes. Now, go away."

[unfortunately-obsessed]

All Things End

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader • Hurt no Comfort • AO3 link

In the end, all is quiet

You said many and many times to Miguel that being in love wasn't a weakness.

It was supposed to be easy. In-and-out, just trying to make a map of the warehouse Sinister Six were using. Empty room. Empty room. They've been doing some remodeling since last tim you've been there.

Just trying to get some pics. Maybe a manifest. Counting the number of goons. Your steps just like a mice's, soundless and light, using of the celling and vents to move undetected.

True to the word, you don't operate the same way most Spiders do. Peter B calls you sneaky and Jess slick, but Miguel respected you for not being reckless like that whole side of the multiverse.

The whiskey, rain and and knock-off cigars scent flooded your nose. Kraven and Sandman are playing poker over a wood box. Kraven got a Full House but you mentally bet on Sandman. Hah.

With the two as guards, you just needed to noiseless.

Empty room. Not empty room, filled with wire but nothing interesting. You had wondered what Doc Ock been planning now. Another empty room.

You don't know what hit you.

The hair in your neck raises, you can't feel your legs.

Mind goes blank with jasmine acid and white, room filled with gas and you weren't quick enough to dodge a kick to the mouth. You punch and cuss aloud before Kraken can lodge a knife on your throat.

Ears unable to hear and eyes unable to see for a sharp second. A tiny mystery. There's shouting and there's pain. Everybody has broken ribs by the end of it.

Your hand voracious raw against a face, so you fumble about what is up and what is down until Kraken is is either unconscious or close enough and there's sand on your lungs and socks.

Two seconds and hard cough is what it take for a metallic arm ragdoll you into a wall.

You bleed an unsurmountable amount.

When the fight is over and after you put Doc Ock to sleep, you hear sirens approaching. Crawling to a celling down the road, you throw up, head tripping.

It's disorienting and the sky doesn't have stars because, after all, you're in New York. The blinding lights are not from stars and your right side is all tender. And it smells like trash and oil. And you think of red eyes and pouty lips and a stubborn valiant man. You wish it to end faster.

Not reckless, huh. You wonder what went wrong and can't pinpoint it, but neither you can feel your fingertips, so all you think is never damage and concussion. Maybe you were just ill-prepared, payed the tool but couldn't pay the price. The shaking comes in waves.

You did say that being in love wasn't a weakness.

And it's true, which doesn't mean you also doesn't have to convince yourself.

Damn Ohio and Vermont. Hate New York the same amount you see it behind your eyelids. Kindness isn't free and both you and Miguel refused to put a name on this burning. You want to go home.

Sometimes the poem writes itself. Sometimes it doesn't need to be written. It untravelled all lungs.

Until the story ends all their heartbeats. Flickering matches. Teeth dripping lead.

Do you love Miguel? Not sure. Does it matter when you're bleeding? Unlikely.

A strange habit: Miguel sometimes travels half the multiverse to see why you weren't answering his calls. You hear him swallowing dry and panic in his eyes.

"M'fine," you say to him.

"You look like shit," he tells you, kneeling to be in your side, hands hovering over, unsure of what to do. Worried that holding you will cause more damage.

"Thanks," you say, calm despite the numbness growing each passing second. Moving was impossible on your current state. Instead, your throat burn at the sight of Miguel. "I can't feel my hands."

Even Miguel, a complete idiot on intersocial intelligence, notices the perfectly hidden edge on voice. You tell yourself that you'll sleep it off, perfectly tucking away the fear.

It's natural and inevitable. Miguel is calm despite himself. "It's alright," he says, voice smooth but deep, husky. Ah, you do love his voice. It could lull anyone to sleep. "You're going to be fine."

The story doesn't have a massage. The notion of it, itself, is ridiculous. In another life, we hold our hands together.

You scoff even if you tell yourself the same. Heart won't stop racing. His hand cupping your neck makes you almost believe it.

It's almost peaceful and quiet, and you can't hear the sirens or the city buzzling as it does. "I'm dying", you conclude, sharing it with him, like you do. At this point, there's not a piece of information you don't share with him.

Miguel's eyes grow wide, fast but you see it. "You're no-"

"Something's wrong, I'm not feeling pain," you say, throat dry and hurting, "I'm dying."

He says something to Layla, who toughly scans you with one droid. The conversation doesn't register on your mind. You place a hand over his.

His head snaps back to you, gaze over your bleeding body. "You lost blood," he tries, yet his voice wavered, "but you're not dying."

Tears. You're crying. His hands relax over your carotid, suddenly bare, calming your mind and breathes. Miguel's shoulders are tense, thumb caressing your cheek. When did you ever take the mask off?

Before throwing up, you think.

Finally, pain laces your head. Red spots on you suit, pooling, but the wound is to o big to stop the flowing. It's smearing him, too. You think, very clinically, that you could have tasted his lips if you both were not cowards.

A stupid mistake. You should have named what's between the two of you.

(You're dying and you can feel it. It's the bleedout and the heart going fast and Miguel denying it instead of saying you're an idiot if you think he'll let you die. It's the trembling and the getting harder to breath. It's the fact you're not in panic.)

He smells apple cinnamon pie and warm sweet home.

There's nothing he can do. Moving you may cause it to come faster. So you don't let him know how much it hurts to move at all. His stomach twists.

Miguel's instinct – always there to be blamed, making him unable to clearly process his thoughts, – is to reach out and engulf you on his arms. He moves slow, closer. He threads his fingers into your stained hair.

"I'm not stupid," you say to him, clenching at his other hand.

This declaration shocks him. As normally, Miguel can't hide the frown on his face. "I know you're not."

"No. I–" A few feverish moments pass. It hurts to breath. You might stare at him forever before blurting out, "Please kiss me."

Keeping you eyes open was starting to be a problem. The sky is spinning. All you feel is drozyness. Like you want to sleep. You want your bed.

"Sweetheart," he says, so slow and low you might have imagined it.

Hot, desperate tears streaked down your face. You couldn't keep appearances anymore, keep playing the waiting game with Miguel. You don't know what cause this pathetic display, but still wasn't worse than the numbness.

A gasp left your mouth as his lips pressed against yours. It settles deep within your chest, but all he probably taste is metal.

A low growl rumbled in your heart.

Why are you crying? It has leapt from my throat when we first spoke, alight when I first head your laughter, strong, hands gone rough with time. Your hands are trembling now.

Hungry mouth and lips. In the end, it's quiet.

Your face dropped the frown. Why are you crying? I cannot undo it. My heart under your palms, ribs de-boned and body peeled from skin. Glossy ruby eyes.

Sorry about the mess. Just hold me. In angry tears, never-mended flesh, and razor-sharp teeth, and sometimes I wondered about the needle edge of it. Guts half-spilled, and rocking waves.

Dear thing, we are bound by fate. I'll let you bring me anywhere.

Bleeding still, shining ribs.

Did you taste the best on the roof of my mouth?

A/N: If you like what I do, please consider supporting me and buying a coffee!

[evanpfics]

Could you do a smut for kit walker in the asylum where we're a staff member reader in a secret relationship with kit who is assigned to punish him for something he was caught doing, and kit is left strapped to a bed in apprehension waiting for the punishment, but then he feels extremely relieved when it's the reader who walks in for it, and then they end up making out instead?

Thank you

Secret Sesh - Kit Walker (smut)

Summary: A issue happens leaving kit all alone strapped to the bed with you. You decide to let your unpure thoughts take over the situation and take the opportunity to mess with Kit.

w a r n i n g s : Oral ( Kit Receiving), Bondage if you squint, Overstimulation, cussing, mentions of harm/torture, handjobs, secret sex ( mainly just Kit receiving pleasure )

You watch as Sister Jude torments Kit in so many ways it’s almost unbearable to watch.

“Tell the truth kit, let your sins be known and your soul will be purified. This is your last chance.” She says as she signals staff to go get some more “tools” for her to use.

“Sister.. please. I swear I didn’t kill nobody..” He said struggling to keep his breath in a steady rhythm.

Sister Jude sighs as ne shakes her head seeming disappointment.

Kit looks at you as if he was asking you for help and you knew you couldn’t interfere otherwise that would probably be you next.

You can hear the door creek open, you expected it to be the staff coming in with more materials to “help” kit, it was Sister Mary Eunice.

“There has been an incident across the ward Sister Jude, they are calling every staff member to go help solve the issue.” She says sounding oddly calm.

Sister Jude sighs deeply.

“I suppose I can leave this murderer for you to ‘deal’ with then Sister Y/N.” She clicks.

“But shouldn’t I go hel-“

“No. We can’t leave him to believe there is hope to get away with such a disgusting act. Even if it’s for a minute.” She snaps.

You nod.

You watch Sister Jude and Sister Eunice leave, Eunice giving you a quick smirk before leaving. You were bit shocked but believed your mind just made it up.

You gulp as the door shuts behind them.

You can hear kit trying to wiggle his way out of the straps holding him down.

You and kit have been quite on and off. You knew having any feelings for each other was forbidden working here, but even someone such as yourself sometimes had unpure thoughts.

“Y/N.. you don’t have to do this. You know I didn’t do anything wrong.” He exclaimed trying to convince you.

You already knew you couldn’t hurt him, you cared about him too much to even think about it.

Having to watch it be done was worse.

You stayed silent and took time to think about ways to convince sister Jude you “punished” him.

You clicked your tongue. Making your way closer to him.

“You know I couldn’t do such a thing as hurt you.” You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing your thumb against it.

His face settling in your palm.

“But It was an order to teach you a lesson.” You exclaimed gently bitting your bottom lip.

His face stared up at you curious yet a bit worried by what you meant.

Your face moved to his crashing your lips into his. He let out a slight groan.

You’ve been waiting to touch him for so long, hardly had anytime alone near him.

He opened his mouth slightly from the groan allowing your tongue to travel inside his mouth. Your tongues moved along each others causing you to paint a faint smile on your face.

You broke the kiss allowing the both of you to catch your breath. You hand that was on his cheek slowly made its way down.. to his neck all the way down to his stomach.

Your drew slight circles over his stomach.. moving down to his waist.

You can see his mouth hang slightly open curiously eager to see your next move.

He was wearing the normal little white gown that he always wore. It was easy to make him exposed to you.

You lifted up the gown revealing his already half-hard member.

He bit his bottom lip slightly turning embarrassed from his vulnerable state.

You licked your lip before gently wrapping your hand around his shaft, slowly jerking it to get it fully erect.

He exhaled sharply from the pleasure, pleasure he hasn’t felt in awhile.

You slightly started to stroke his shaft quicker. You can hear the blocked groans from him shutting his mouth shut, feeling slight vibrations through-out his body.

Once you felt him become fully hard you started to stroke your thumb against his tip while still stroking his shaft.

You can feel him stiff up wiggling slightly as his head threw back into the pillow causing the bed he was on to move, making the wheels squeak.

“We can’t be loud kit, if they catch us they will punish both of us, for real this time.” You exclaimed shushing him slightly.

He let out another muffled groan with a light nod, biting his bottom lip.

You jerked him off a bit quicker rubbing circles with your thumb against the top of his tip.

You can see his chest caving in then back out his breathing pacing up.

Pre-cum leaked down his shaft making your movements more sloppy and swift. Only sending him more over the edge.

You can feel him start to squirm so you tightly grip the edge of the bed he laid on making sure the noise doesn’t alert anyone who could be near by.

You can feel his cock slightly twitch before you felt semen run down his cock followed by a loud grunt.

You smirked slightly. You moved your body so your mouth was near his drenched cock.

You licked up against his shaft before your tongue hit his now over-stimulated tip. He jolted his head up watching as you did so.

He bit his lip as his eyebrow twitched.

“W-what are you.. doing?” He stuttered still struggling to catch his breath from his last release.

“I was ordered to teach you a lesson, so that’s what I’m going to do.” You said before swirling your tongue around his leaking tip.

His hips wiggled against the bed as small groans escaped his mouth.

You slowly started to bob your head up and down his cock making sure your tongue was still shifting against the top of his tip. Tasting all of him.

You let out light moans as his cock reaches the back of your throat, making the pleasure he felt twice as good as his whole cock felt the vibration.

“Y/N.. fuck.” He moaned.

You continued to bob your head up and down his cock until you can feel him coming closer to his second finish.

You can feel his hips suddenly start to lightly thrust. Making him go deeper into your mouth making you moan more vibrations against his hardened member.

You can feel his cum seem out of his tip and into your mouth. His hips buckled into your mouth as his load finished releasing letting out a loud moan.

You swallowed his load before pulling yourself off, a line of a mixture of spit and cum connecting your lips to his tip before disappearing.

His cock finally softened leaving his tip slightly red from the overstimulation.

His breathing was jagged leaving him drenched in sweat.

You giggled a bit.

You heard footsteps approaching so you gasped before quickly covering him up.

The door creaked opened once again.

“I see you dealt with the patient, hm? Guessing based off the sounds being heard all the way from down the hall.”

It was Sister Eunice once again. A faint smile appearing on her face.

You always suspected that she knew about the things going on between you and kit, but she never said anything about it to anyone else so you never spoke about it to her.

“I um.. yes! Yeah! Just hope his soul will be forgiven by our Lord for all of the pitiful sins this monster has committed.” You quickly said not knowing if you really even sounded convincing.

She stared into your eyes letting out a low “mhm” hum leaving the room in silence soon after. You stared back not sure what she was even doing leaving you both in a stare off.. becoming more uncomfortable and awkward by the second.

“You are needed afterall with the issue, so I’ve came to get you.” She said finally breaking the silence.

“What about ki- the patient?” You asked.

She stared at kit examining his current condition. Seeing his breathing still jagged and his eyes shut from exhaustion then stared back at you.

“You already dealt with him, yes? If so, he wouldn’t have the energy to make it far or attempt anything. He is still strapped down so I doubt he could do much either way.” She insisted. Slowly making her way back out the room.

You nodded before following her soon after taking a quick glance at kit before walking out. A smile appeared on your face adoring his features before shutting the door.

Thank you for reading !! Added a little more then asked for.. couldn’t help myself. Oopsies.

( any support is appreciated )

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 18

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: 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

Synopsis:  Though it hadn't 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?

Huge shout outs both @some-guy-named-dominyk for giving me one idea for the chapter and @amutantturtleenthusiast for another!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: many clit mentions, folds sometimes, a few cunts, maybe a pussy, and a few breast plays

Dropping your duffle by the door, you looked out at Donnie’s apartment. Across from you his computer was lit up, but all the screens were occupied empty purple space. As was the norm, you’d been sent up digitally and you side stepped to see where the tenant was. “Don?”

He came around the corner in a flurry of motion with some sort of tool in hand. “I was reviewing the calibrations.” He approached his desk where he exchanged the instrument for a rag. “Wait there.”

“Sure.” You shifted your weight back on your heels enough to lift your toes. The excitement had been stewing for the past week threatened to boil over.

Reaching up to the display, Donnie flipped a finger over it and a page came up. You perked up to absorb how he interacted with the monitor, but only caught a glimpse of him scanning a long list. The items seemed checked off and he swiped it away before you could count the seemingly endless catalog. “Okay.”

The voice sounded more for him so you waited with a little wiggle of your hips.

One step away from the computer, he froze up and you watched the computations move through his mind. It took a moment for the processor to catch up before he returned to himself and then tossed the rag back to address you. “Greetings.”

“Hey.” You smiled. “Doesn’t seem like you’re ready for me.”

There was a hint of rigidity to his posture, but a fond light in his eye. “While it is true that my original timeline moved up, I would never deploy an unfinished product.”

“Uh huh…” You tipped your head, playing up your disbelief. In reality you had no point of reference for this sort of thing, but a light tease usually prompted him.

He crossed the space and in doing so you took him in. His wraps nearly blended into a lethally tight black tank on his torso which dipped down showing a peak of plastron and hips before black joggers took up the slack to his ankles. It gave him the appearance of wearing a cold shoulder top and the prominence of his shoulders was difficult for you to tear your gaze away from. His head appeared in your eye line and you knew you were caught. “Do you doubt me?”

“No, I’ll just have to rely on that trust.” You mirrored tilt and watched him hitch.

He still hadn’t gotten used to that little revelation.

“Are you going to ask me if I’m excited?”

He stopped a foot shy of you in evaluation. “You clearly are.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s rhetorical.”

He drew closer by swaying back and form in a hypnotic waltz. “Are you…” His face ended up right near your cheek. “…excited?”

“Staying over for a three day weekend with you?” You turned into him. “Absolutely.”

His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips as he weighed something.

You opened your mouth to reassure him that he didn’t have to push himself when his mouth slotted over yours. As if he’d been waiting for that response, he immediately pushed his tongue in and, as he probed, a little mewl caught in your throat. He then pulled away from his taste with his lips ghosting over yours. “Pose your rhetorical question in kind.”

“Are you excited?” You chanced stealing a small kiss and he allowed it.

“In truth, I am conflicted by at least a dozen things, but I have checked my calculations far more times than that.”

“And not just for whatever this machine is.” You caught his lips again and he moved with you. It was true that whatever preparations he had done for the chase had multiplied ten times that for whatever this was. The red herrings were removed and he had been deeply serious. He considered every contingency and had even stopped by your apartment after work to take your measurements. He was all business which you found all the more alluring. It heavily contrasted the barely restrained Donatello of the last venture and played heavily into the staunch scientist you had seen little of. Though not something you had felt before, it triggered a strong desire to break that man down.

It was a knowledge you had to stow away for later.

For now, the priority was finding a safe way to build back up your relationship. Resisting your new urges, you’d complied in a straightforward manner. Tempered by the prior failing, it felt as neither of you would fall for cautious optimism. Your current excitement stemmed from the fact that regardless of whether his invention worked out, you’d still be spending the weekend together. If, for whatever reason, it or the positive reinforcements failed, you’d still made a big leap together. Secured by that, you now only had to wait for the grand reveal. 

With an extra little peck, Donnie pulled away. “Breakfast?”

“A light one as requested.”

He stepped back and flicked his wrist. A curtain pulled across the partition between this room and his bedroom.

“Woah.”

“Water consumption?”

“Uh, 16 and half glass so like 18 oz?”

He nodded and walked backwards while ushering you to follow.

You resisted the urge to look towards the curtain as you passed it over to his desktop.

“Permission to perform a wellness check?” His air was easing up as he followed the script you’d already been given.

“Granted.” You held out your arm and he placed a blood pressure cuff on you. As he came away from it, he seemed especially enthralled with your appendage as he traced down and clipped a pulse oximeter to your index finger. He then activated the cuff and reached for a otoscope. He waited for the readings before reaching towards his monitors in a way that looked like second nature. A medical chart with many blanks materialized and his eyes stayed glued to it while he reached down to absently move a clipboard. It revealed a mechanical keyboard with black and grey keys that had punctuated purple labeling. Utilizing a combination of ten-key and touch display, he input the information as you gawked openly.

“Your readings are satisfactory.”

“Good.”

Abandoning the computer temporarily, he brought up the otoscope. “Focus here.” He tapped his forehead and used the light to check your eyes. “You can ask.”

“Am I going to get much beyond that you built it?” You watched as he turned and made a note.

“The car’s interface is an extension of this one.” He came back and gently took your chin. “Ears.”

“Ready.” You turned your head and felt his hand coax you along before he looked in one side. “Extension as in a copy or can they interact?”

A check there and he motioned you the other way. “Seamless interconnectivity.”

“With your watch too.” You obliged and he slowed where he was raising his implement.

His surprise gave way to a tiny smirk. “It’s not a watch.”

You immediately tried to look, but he had your chin. He waited to make sure you wouldn’t try again before looking in your other ear.

“I’m not wearing it now. I can interact with my system anywhere in the apartment.”

“With the flick of your wrist…” You hummed and he pulled away to make a few more notes. You watched until his hand returned to your chin where he pressed down gently to get you to open your mouth. You complied with a breathy jaw drop and a tease. “It’s a little early for that don’t you think?”

His thumb kneaded up into the plump of your lip before pulling it down in a counterstrike that you weren’t expecting. “In due time.”

You resisted a smile as the otoscope’s blaring light was back. You flattened out your tongue with a vowel, he observed and then set the implement aside to make his notations.

“How’d you know about my tech-gauntlet?”

“You tried to use it to summon the car-” You dropped off unwilling to name the bad day in case it brought any negative energy with it. 

He eyed you suddenly.

It had been an odd detail that stuck out to you when you barely remembered so many others.

“Name, date, time.”

You knocked out the first two easily, but looked around to find there was no clock. You watched one of Donnie’s finger raise and a comically large atomic one appeared on a side monitor. “8:13am.”

He nodded and turned in a way that said he was making his final notes.

“Not gonna listen to my heart?”

He didn’t look away, but you could see the edges of his smile. “Heart, lungs, and intestines,” he clarified. “I don’t need to.” He reached up with one hand and tapped the side of his head where his ears would be.

“Tympanum.” You clicked your tongue.

He seemed pleased and closed out the window. “Ideally I would have liked to run a stress test.”

You opened your mouth and closed it.

“I have an EKG…” He shifted his weight onto one hip to look at you. “How’s the gym been?”

Your eyes widened. “I’ve only been a few times.” You gave a sheepish grimace as you definitely needed to get that schedule on track. “Tough in the usual way, I guess.”

He held no judgment and moved around you.

“You said gauntlet, but wouldn’t that be bulkier?”

He was quiet and you spun around to watch him. You found him not thinking the statement over, but instead exhibiting the usual signs as when he wanted to drop something. You frowned a little and he reached up to grasp the curtain. Switching gears and, not realizing he was ready to present, you walked over until you were centered in front of the shielded entry. You prepared yourself by setting your shoulders and raising your head to cue him in.

His eyes darted away and you imagined it was the equivalent of him bringing up the tab with his notes. “I present: B.E.D.F.A.S.T.”

He psychically walked the curtain down and you were first struck by the fact that his bed was nowhere to be seen. Curious, you stepped forward into the now relatively open room and approached the panel on the wall where the low headboard usually sat. It had a bulk that was difficult to see straight on and there were seven punctured holes dotting it in two clear lines of three with a single one centered at the bottom. It took up most the wall, but it’s sleek black design almost made it seem like a focal art piece.

Approaching it from the side to count the inches it protruded, you turned your head to Donnie. “How does it work?”

Holding out his right hand he made a turn over motion before extending a finger. Out from the top and bottom two holes extended black mechanical arms with cuffs at the end. Having been close to the machine, you took a surprised step back at them.

“High grade titanium covered in a similarly rated silicone.”

You stared at it as you backtracked over to Donnie side. “Wha…?”

“No exposed metal.” He clarified softly.

You nodded, unable to look away.

“Bondage Enriched Dynamic Fulfilling Aerial Stimulation Tool. It’s state of the art.”

The words sank in with ever widening eyes.

“I debated the use of ‘ergonomic,’ but it didn’t flow as well with ‘dynamic,’ which was a must.”

“Yeah, not something I would compare to my office chair…” You shrank a little closer to him, but felt a withdrawal. A quick survey found Donnie on a similar but different edge as he tried to gauge your reaction. He was putting his creation on display for you.

It was the first time he had directly showed you his work.

Bouncing to recover based on that, you walked straight up to the thing. “I’ll be strapped in?”

“Yes, you’ll find it exceeds the comfort of some chair as it was hand crafted to your exact specifications.”

“Aerial…” You tried not to pale. “Um… Don’t take this the wrong way, but how does this help us?”

Donnie’s head dipped and he stepped closer with nerves bunching his shoulders. “For you, this is a tool of immense pleasure. I was already in the process of crafting it before… the chase occurred.” He looked away from you and to the machine. “You’ve been proactive in your own healing, so this could be thought of as a reward. If you are up to it, as well, the silicone is removable.”

You gave a faint nod as half your equation was missing from the explanation.

“Based on my calculations, your first run should exceed no longer than 12 hours. That is why I summoned you early. While flexible, my ideal timeline would have you settled in by 830am which would then have you out by sunset. You should be thoroughly blissed-out at which point and the bulk of your aftercare would occur in the dark if tenable.”

That made a little more sense, but still didn’t address him.

“Everything has been taken care of. You already attended to some of your needs prior, but the intuitive system will constantly assess you. It collects waste fluids and disposes of them. Your vitals are on constant monitor. Drinking water will be automatically offered. There are five individual fail safes. I also have full control over the machine’s output. You will be under my full observation the entire time where I will be checking in what I assume might be an infuriating amount of times to ensure you will not go past a single second of discomfort.”

That sounded well and good, “But…”

“I know it seems as if I am neglected. However, this is something I desire. Being able to…” He turned his head towards you, but his eyes stayed lowered to the floor. “…see you in the state I imagine you’ll be in.” He looked back to the machine. “It may not appear so as I am taking great care mitigate excitement, but I want this, very much so.”

You relaxed a little and walked to his side. “Alright.”

With slight hesitation, he moved his gaze to you.

“So!” You readied yourself again. “I’m clean, fed, hydrated, passed my medical assessment, now what?”

He gestured towards the bathroom. “Strip down, relieve yourself if necessary, and come join me.”

You nodded it and made it approximately three steps before something hit you which cause you to spin around. “D-did you say… 12 hours?!”

He was testing something on one of the arms and a slight smirk curled up the corner of his lip. “You’ll do splendidly. I believe you’ll make it the full time, but there is no shame if you tap out even immediately.”

You stared at him a moment longer before robotically pivoting.

He was certifiably insane.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you methodically undressed and folded your clothes up. Doing a few final checks in the mirror, you padded out on bare feet against the cool hardwood. You idly remembered how you used to want to cover up outside of illicit activities. It seemed like a far cry to the version of you that now strode easily over to him. It was hard to have shame when your partner both seemingly felt none in regards to nudity and eyed you the way Donnie always did. His appreciation extended to every part of your body and was palpable as he stepped away from whatever final checks he was doing. His eye scanned you and you shifted side to side to give him a good view.

“Come here.”

You drew close and in doing so a sort of negative realization hit him. You tried not to let your disappointment show as he moved away and held out a hand for you to stand near B.E.D.F.A.S.T. Once close, he herded you into position without making contact. You ended up with your back to the panel, about a foot from the machine, and facing away from it.

He stood in front of you and the wounded edge to his eye mixed with a light anticipation. “The initial movements will be fast because getting you into position quickly is the prime comfort objective.”

You nodded. “Alright. Walk me through what will happen.”

“The arms will lock into place around your wrists and ankles before hoisting you up. It will be calibrating in real time and extensions will form to accurately support your weight. You’ll know it has done its job when it both stops moving and you reach a suitable suspension.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“It both moves on its own and I have full control.”

“It’s you.” You confirmed with a small nod.

“It’s me.” He agreed and took a few steps back. “Ready?”

“Time?” You joked.

His lids dropped and he made a show of looking back at his computer. “8:31.”

“We’re late, whatever shall we do?!” You pretended to bemoan with the back of your hand to your head.

“Terminating exercise…” His expression hardened.

“Wait!” You reached out and he waited. “Serious. I’m very serious.”

“Countdown.” He folded his arms.

“On three.”

He gave a nod and brought a hand up at the ready.

“1, 2, 3…”

It wasn’t so much a loud whirr, but you could hear B.E.D.F.A.S.T. come alive as Donnie curled a finger into his palm. The arms adjusted themselves outward into your periphery before coming in with laser targeting towards your wrists. A loose cuff locked there and then automatically shrank down to the exact size of your arm. You looked down just in time to see the resizing around your ankles before you were lifted off the ground. A little yelp escaped you despite knowing this is exactly what would happen and your ass bottomed out your weight from your limbs. Something shifted out before making its way around your waist. The sensation was odd as the smooth silicone seemed to grow until a new cuff formed around your torso. A similar feeling curled up your back, creating a spinal support column that then grew into a loose collar around your throat. A small outcropping dipped up into your hair line to support your head before you were shifted into a spread position. With little rocks, your weight was tilted until it evened out and, just as Donnie described, you felt as though you were floating.  

With B.E.D.F.A.S.T. settled, you took to looking at the cuffs and watched as Donnie materialized between your legs. 

“Verbalize.”

“Oh! Yeah…” You wiggled slightly and felt the machine adjust its hold as you did so. “It’s strangely comfortable? Also did it… grow? What’s that part on my back?”

“Stabilizing extensions.” He ducked under your knee to check. “I suppose growth is a way to put it. It can retract in a similar manner. It’s an adaptive technology, obviously of my own design.”

“How can titanium, or silicone for that matter, do that…?”

He gave you a look that wondered if you really wanted him to get into the specifics.

You smiled as he returned to your front. Surprise abating and settling into your new aerial seat, you started to feel very much exposed with your legs splayed. “So…”

His eyes snapped to yours and you realized any reaction that wasn’t overtly positive would be under great scrutiny.

“I’m good! I’m just… wondering what happens now? Are you going to… touch me… or…?” You wiggled your hips some and the machine bounced the weight.

He made an affirmative noise and settled the smallest bit. “No.”

“No…?” You tilted your head and felt how the neck piece accommodated you.

“Non-penetrative, hands free.”

You blinked with realization. “You’ve said that before.”

“I’ve told you how many times I was already working on this?”

“You’re vaguely doing a hundred things and I never know how many of them are just work!”

He relented on that by tilting his head and looking upward.

You gave a dramatic huff.

“There’s another piece that will form… a sort of attachment to you, but not exactly in that manner.”

You came away from your theatrics with a curious glance.

“When you’re ready we can move to the next step.” His eyes then flicked down to your sex and you felt a reflexively coil at the attention. You unconsciously tried to close your legs, but the machine didn’t allow it. From the way Donnie was looking at you, you pinged it as his first interference.

“I’m ready.”

His eye lingered a moment longer before chasing up to your face in a move that you saw was him registering what you had said.

“Can I see it first? I can’t really see…” You tilted your head down as much as you could, but the collar caught your chin and the stiff back brace locked at your waist kept you from bending.

“Of course.” With another hand movement you heard a new arm extending from the panel. It appeared from between your legs and extended up. It had a the shape of two stacked ovals with the larger of which on the bottom. From the glimpse you could see of the outer edge, it seemed like only black silicone from the outside. On the inner part was a myriad of bumpy textures growing up like a little garden around the focal point: a tentacle like protrusion that curled to a soft lazy point. It had a flat density to it and seemingly glowed with a faint purple light as did the rest of its estate. 

“What a sex toy…” Your eyes widened and an odd smile played on your parted lips.

“There are nearly a hundred minute points of articulation. It is self lubricating and will be actively gauging stimulation. It also has vibration settings amongst other things.”

You shot your gaze to Donnie who took your shock with a cocksure grin.

“This…”

How could you even say it?

“I can have this… whenever I want? Like I can’t see this going bad at all. What is this, seriously!?”

He gave a slight shrug that said all of that was obvious.

“You’re…”

What adjective could you possible settle on to describe him at this time?

At the very least, you just needed to keep a love proclamation off your lips.

As long as your kept your tongue in that much check, you’d be safe.

“How the hell could I ever go back to regular sex after this?”

You internally cringed.

Even restrained your mouth still found a way to get your foot in there.

Donnie seemed spurned and stepped up close. The stimulating appendage disappeared somewhere beneath you to accommodate him and he kept just far back enough that he was ghosting without a single touch. “While it is in intriguing query and well within my abilities to build an automaton that could out fuck any organic being, do you honestly believe I would allow you to be anything other than a slave to my cock?”

Curses fell off your lips and your gaze shot away. It felt like your blush escaped your cheeks and flooded your body and you writhed as again the restraints locked up.

When your eye finally returned to him, he was oozing a domineering aura. “If all goes well, I fully intended to fuck you in this.”

You bit down on your lip hard to keep from asking for him to do that now.

Instead his head did a little bob before his eyes cast down. He gave a curious head tilt and then flicked his eyes back to you. “Now you’re ready.”

Stupid scenting.

“Donnie, holy shit…” Oxygen already seemed to be depleting.

“Problem?”

“No, just-”

Saying you needed him would inflate that damn ego of his.

You ended up only giving a needy whine and shifting your legs out now that the machine was no longer withholding you from doing so.

It was enough for him and his finger curled.

Between your legs you felt the tip of the prominent protrusion brush your sex. A shudder shot through you as it was not only slick, but also warm.

“H-heating element!”

He nodded and was hyperfixed as the attachment glided against you again. You could sense it was gathering data as it gently probed you. It both had a skin plus otherworldly quality that you couldn’t place, but you were sure that the individual parts had yet to move. Instead the stationary appliance stroked you, pushing between your folds bit by bit. You mewled and tried to grind down as the little brushes weren’t enough. The restraints resisted you and you tossed your head back.

“Quit interfering!”

“You’ll interfere with the calibrations.”

“Half…” You wheezed as it did its first ghost over your clit. “No, the other… two times weren’t!” Your voice pitched as the whole attachment suddenly pressed to you. The protrusion now seemed nonexistent and instead the many bumps pressed flush against you in a new type of mapping.

You heard only a chuckle from him as all your attention shot inward. The warm slick pebbled surface rocked against you and you forgot how to breathe through your nose. A shift occurred and you couldn’t tell what, but a sort of suction from the outer edge of the mechanism seemed to stick on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You heard the buzz first before you felt it and the appendage came to life. Instead of moving against you, the individual parts activated and rolled against the whole of your cunt in what you could only picture as an anemone.

You cried out as the texture switched with the focus curling a tiny tendril up around your clit. The coaxing was unrelenting and your hips stuttered with rapid involuntary bucks. Sounds devolving into guttural moans, you felt a light sweat break out on your skin. Heated inside out, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. tipped you forward so your weight was dropping right into the stimulation. Orgasm building, the vibrations sped to mirror the bumbling head of a magic wand rumbling over your clit. Unable to differentiate between your slick and the machine’s you felt streaks of it drips away before it was wicked from you. You barely registered it as you crested and came with a shout of Donnie’s name.

Hazy, you felt the machine roll through your spasms and slowly taper off until it stilled. From where you had tightened up, you went slack and the machine cradled you with a gentle bend that let your head relax while looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly sleepy, you gave a happy hum that seemed to vibrate in your chest. Donnie appeared beside you with a forefront of a watchful eye and a hungry one barely askewed underneath

“Hiii…” You slurred.

“Checking in.”

“Amazing.” You giggled slightly.

He nodded.

“So… it’ll just… start back up or…?”  You rolled your head to the side and the collar shifted to hold it up for you.

“That depends. It’s currently learning and will be testing various methods.”

“Oh.”

“I’m pleased with the first read-outs.”

“I’m pleased.” You meant to say more, but that’s all that came out.

How long had it been since you last came?

In the scheme of things it was no time at all, but since you started having sex with Donnie it felt like a lifetime since you’d last done anything.

“Good. Continue to enjoy yourself.”

You nodded and felt something at your cheek. You could only kind of see it was some sort of straw. You opened your mouth to ask Donnie about it when it curled just within your lip like a dentist with a suction tool. Closing your mouth around the memory, a cool water came from it and you drank easily. When you opened, it retracted somewhere behind your head. Smiling at how incredible that was, you went to look for Donnie and found him across the room at his computer. “Data?”

He pulled his eyes away immediately. “Yes, do you need me?”

“You’re right there.” You flexed your toes genially. “You’re great.”

“You’ve only cum once and you’re already this malleable?” He gave a noise of judgment and you went to complain when you felt the machine pet between your legs.  

You only wondered if it was him for a second as it shifted to life, already pinging some of your most sensitive spots. This time it rocked against you in a rolling tide motion that your hips played in time with. The breathy build up persuaded you out of your refractory period. Your jaw went slack as the toy rippled beneath you, finally probing your entrance. The push and pull spread you and you wanted so badly to sink down on it. Against its usual resilience, B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s arms began to stretch and you felt yourself being strung out. You hiccupped on a groan that was assuaged by a suction capping off your clit. Pulled nearly straight as if tortured on a rack, your second orgasm came with you unable to writhe against the undulating mass between your legs.

Delirious, this time the machine only slowed instead of stopping. Gasping as your limbs were returned to you, you felt a growth that you immediately identified as the protrusion. You wondered where the hell it could have been stored as it flicked outward in a careful caress. A vowel warbled off your lips as the toy punctuated you slowly and methodically. Your muscles clenched desperately on nothing and you vaguely wondered if that was the fringes of your last orgasm. The protrusion slowed, making testing swipes that very much had you thinking about a tongue.

Blinking through clarity as it oddly slowed more and more, you looked across the room. Donnie was watching at his computer with a flash of his teeth showing from where his thumb was being bit there. The protrusion swiped through you and you swallowed a grunt in an attempt at language. In a dart, Donnie was next to you with his gaze rapidly scanning you. The machine came to a full stop and you panted. “No problem… I just…” You shook your head to clear your thoughts. “Question.”

He seemed less curious and more concerned.

“Ish not bad.” Your tongue refused to cooperate.

“Exactly.”

“Huh?”

“You shouldn’t have enough cognizance for one.”

The sentence hit you and you laughed. Even though it was paused, the appendage was still pressed to your sex and the sensation tickled you into tapering off with a little moan. “W-while not wrong, it’s cause of this that I have one…”

“Go ahead.”

You wondered why he’d not completed his scientific ensemble with a pad and paper. You decided it was probably too antiquated a practice. “I’m conflicted.”

“You said it wasn’t bad.” His brow came down along with his lips.

“It’s not! Stop!” You tried to kick him and were surprised when the machine let you get close. “Oh.”

He reached out and just barely touched your knee.

It felt like the popping of a bang snap and little mewl chased it.

“Your question.” He reminded you and pulled away.

“Why haven’t you eaten me out before? Why is this thing going to do it first?”

“That’s two questions.”

“A continuation, same point.”

He looked down and there were no signs of difficulty on his face. You wondered what he could be thinking of when he looked back at you with a narrow of his gaze. “Do you recall our last conversation about oral?”

You nodded. “That I didn’t win by a dumb margin.”

He rose an irritated brow.

“I’m allowed to be petty about some things.”

“Your estimation as to why you hadn’t was not only accurate, but a similar situation to mine.”

You wanted to gloat, but as you inhaled you unintentionally arched and felt that little friction between your legs.

“There are far more things I’m plotting to regain control of than you realize. This-” He reached out and tapped a mechanical arm. “-is a step in that direction.”

You rolled your eyes before focusing back on him. “I thought it might be a sensory thing.”

He evaluated you and shifted his head from one side to the other.

“Is it?”

He gave you one last veiled look before turning. “It’s my tongue, by the way.”

You stared after him as he made it back to the computer. With a raise of his hand, he brought up a few windows and watched them carefully. You pursed your lips and felt the smallest slither. Squirming, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. started back up and the protrusion did a flat swipe from your entrance to your clit before it clicked. “W-wait!”

He didn’t look away and seemed to know you hadn’t meant that as a call to stop.

“T-that’s y-your-!?” Your sentence was cut off as the swell slid back and pushed against your core. “Tongue!”

“An exact replica.” His voice came to you despite his distance.

It sped up and you bucked against it. The cuffs around your ankles seemed to tighten as your legs were spread apart until your hips protested. You whined, forcing your tongue in place as your chest tightened. “Not… Fair!”

“How so?” With an arm craned to put his weight on his desk, he let his body turn idly.

“I-“ You choked as it flicked an upward assault on your clit. You lost sight of him as your eyes rolled back and through your sensitivity you were sure you found a texture there that you had identified with your own tongue. Donnie let you writhe for several moments longer before in a downward lap, the protrusion disappeared. You panted, regaining yourself before looking at him through you lashes and imagining how wrecked you must appear. “I-would…no… wanted… you first.”

Even from across the room you saw him inhale before he rose a hand. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. awoke and ramped up its attention two fold. You fell back into its embrace and cried through two more orgasms before it finally eased off. By the time you came too from that bout, you hadn’t even realized you were drinking from the offered straw and the memory of protests was a distant one. Donnie didn’t approach again, instead staying at the safety of his computer, and called check-ins by halting the machines functions. He usually did so at a moment of agony which had you only screaming out the equivalents of ‘don’t stop’ or ‘keep going.’

Time lost all meaning and was only subconsciously registered by the sun pouring through the curtains in a crawl across the floor. The many settings clicked through both keeping a fresh variety while also blending into a continuous stream of never ending pleasure. You were twisted around and might have even been upside down at one point, but there were no absolutes. The only thing you were sure of was heat and how sopping wet you were. While the machine indeed sucked up anything from dripping off your body, it also kept lubrication at a near all time high.

It could have also been of your production, but you never had control over that.

Losing track of crests and troughs, it felt like your whole body was shaking when you caught that Donnie had moved to encroach on the partition. You wanted to call him over, but drool dripped when you opened your mouth and something came up to wipe it away as it had with your tears. Your thoughts were stunted to prehistoric single word grunts that only sparked to attention in a single cascading flame before falling into the endless ocean of whatever goop your body was now constructed of.

Feeling very much like being inside of a taffy puller, you had no exact connection point to your limbs even though you saw glimpses of black silicone. Everything was one continuous sensation apart from your heart that seemed to be racing out of your chest at all times.

Fuck the gym.

This was cardio.

Falling from what must have been another orgasm, this time when you went slack you felt a bite. It seemed to stem from the point around your heel where the skin barely stretched out over the bone. Chaffing made sense and  you had to communicate it, but weren’t sure how. Your fingers flexed, but you had nothing to grab on to. You were just about to try to work on parting your lips when you saw a blur of green and black. A single tear rolled down your cheek at the sight of Donnie.

“Move where it hurts. I’m watching.”

You did your best to wag your foot, but at most your toes flexed. It was enough for him as he dropped down and carefully took your arch in hand. You saw little flecks flicker on the edges of your vision.

“Do you want out?”

You shook your head.

He lifted and, between the new floaters in your gaze, you watched as the cuff around your ankle crawled backwards until a new one formed just under your knee to hold the appendage up. With several careful turns, Donnie did an examination that caused several confused coilings inside of you. “Okay.”

He was gone and his objective seemed clean but something else was happening. Your vision had cleared and you tested focusing on further distance points. They all seemed to check out as Donnie returned to his kneel. You watched him and, for the first time in what felt like hours, your heart finally evened out. He swiped something that felt tacky to your heel and it sent odd tingling sensations up your leg. Wondering if it was the knee brace, Donnie shifted as he wrapped your ankle lightly in what you soon recognized as a bandage.

“That should prevent a blister. I’m going to cover both just in case.”

You gave another nod and, as he moved to your other leg, the mechanical arm returned to its original ankle cuff. You tested the wraps and found they were comfortable underneath the silicone. Little particles rushed in an attempt to distract you from where Donnie was working. As soon as he finished, he leaned back to watch as the machine again regained its primary form. The sputtering to your gaze stopped and you were left with nothing but a creased brow.

You watched as Donnie nodded to himself before looking to your face. He found that wrinkling instantly and worry filled his own. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?” You didn’t realize you’d gotten the word out until it hit your ears.

“Not good enough.” He stood and, in time, the appendage between your legs left you with a sticky pop. “Try again.”

Feeling the cold air rush your sex caused you to tense up.

Donnie’s features softened through your wince and he reached out to your thigh. You were sure his intention was probably to soothe you, but as soon as his fingers made contact, you saw stars. You must have screamed because when you found him again he had his hand clenched near his chest as if he pulled away, burned.

“I’m getting you out.”

“No!”

He ignored you and moved around to the panel.

“It’s your touch!”

Oh, was that it?

Donnie slowed and turned towards you. “What?”

“It’s…” A full sentence wasn’t going to come. You needed something to ground yourself. “Cool rag?”

With minor hesitation, Donnie let B.E.D.F.A.S.T. be and went to the kitchen. It seemed like only seconds before he returned and blotted your temples. There was a small titillation from the exchange, but nothing compared to whatever had happened to your thigh. As the rag curved down your cheek, you felt it sweep up your words. You had to imagine them being deposited into your mouth for them to materialize. “It started… with my feet. Little spots in my vision.”

He watched and brought the cloth to your other cheek.

“I thought it was just… all of this… but it was only when you touched me…”

With another gentle dab, he pulled away.

“But my leg… woah! A good woah.”

Thought bunched his brows and he simply let go of the rag. A mechanical arm you hadn’t seen shot out to catch it and the exchange was so fast you almost weren’t sure you saw it at all. Donnie did a studying sweep before he reached out hesitantly towards your shoulder. You had a budding protest on your lips, but he made contact first and, again, the touch shot through you like lightning.

When you saw Donnie again it was after your eyes had rolled back into place and you caught his brows sky high on his forehead. “Wha-?”

With one hand he made a motion and you felt the appendage between your legs return.

You blew out a shaky breath.

With the other, he curled it carefully to cup your breast.

This time you caught the scream and he didn’t pull away. The buzz rippled through your skin with an established current and it felt like all the wires sourced to your pussy. His thumb flipped the switch that was your nipple and the amps increased. Your heart seemed to skip several beats and only another toying of that sensitive bud reanimated it. Trembling, he let go with a linger of his fingers.

A low moan erupted from you that you twisted to your will. “No…”

A wide eyed stare studied you with a darting pupil.

You sort of registered that while the appendage had replaced itself, it wasn’t actually active. All of those sensations had come from his hand alone. “More… please…!”

His hands wrapped around your waist just under the cuff there and your body thrashed in response. You heard him mumble something that started with ‘over,’ but the rest of the sentence was lost as he stroked downward to your hips. However loud your voice was seemed to reverberate in your ears. His caress felt like a brand and, as he trended lower, a mantra of ‘yes’s spilled from your lips. You heard an audible slap as he smacked the appendage between your legs away and slipped his hand in there.

Whatever stirrings had been coursing through you up until that point did not match the frothing that occurred when his digit split your folds. Your throat burned on the coals that were poured over your body. You ground down helplessly as his ministrations were exact. His thumb rounded your clit as his fingers trended towards your entrance. The beckoning nature of the touch was rhythmic and your bounce to get just a little more of him caused the mechanical arms to give a metallic creak. It spurned you on further and, in one such rock, his digit just barely breached. You wailed as it finally felt like a little of the energy drowning you had found a release point. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. bobbed you back up for a moment and when you came down there was nothing there. You forced your eyes open and couldn’t see Donnie in front of you. You wanted to sob.

It must have been your cries. 

They reminded him of that terrible, stupid night.

A manifesto conjured of all the ways he satisfied you, but you had no way to translating it.

Heart sinking, you screwed your eyes shut to keep from crying when you felt a hot lash between your legs.

Snapping your eyes opened you strained to look down and just barely caught a bright pop of purple there.

“Oh, fuck.”

He grabbed your ass and whatever stars you had seen prior burst. Gravity of the supernova collapsed in on itself as his tongue tasted you. The energy burst outward had you screeching again, but this time you were staunchly held in place. The protrusion seemed like a paltry generic compared to the real thing. You might have wondered if that was intentional if you could think of anything beyond Donnie eating you out. There was a recklessness there that couldn’t be replicated no matter how many points of articulation he added. You wanted to crush his head between your thighs for even suggesting something so ridiculous in the first place.

He probed your entrance and all thoughts of violence evaporated under the sheer weight of desire. You needed something, any part of him, inside you. Grinding as much as he’d allow, he finally pumped his tongue inward. Your voice shattered and the contrasting silence was deafening as your muscles desperately reeled him in. Circling the drain, you were done for when one of his hands left the plump of your cheek to skirt your clit. With a single stroke and you came, hard, clear, and concise.

You didn’t know you still had it in you.

Coming down seemed like an impossibility as Donnie’s tongue simply wouldn’t stop. He was determined to lap up every iota of slick from you and a high pitched sound came from you as your body gave up. The fringes of consciousness danced around your vision, but you refused their call. It meant an odd clarity like the eye of a hurricane as Donnie slowed his licking to languid strokes. His tongue nearly encompassed all of you and conjured an odd image of how a mother cat would clean a kitten, tiny, in comparison. Not wanting to linger on that, you forced your eyes open and blearily took in the faded light of the apartment.

It wasn’t necessarily dark, but dim as with each lap you felt your body rock against Donnie’s face. After what seemed like an eternity in limbo, he finally came loose. He rose up and you watched as his tongue lolled down to gather up as much of the splatter that soaked his chin. He got all he could in that manner before reaching up with a thumb to collect the rest. He licked the digit clean before finally, finally looking  at you.

You opened your mouth to voice a question, but no sound came out.

Donnie’s impeccable hearing must have caught something because he smirked. “Your earlier ascertain was incorrect.”

It didn’t matter which one, you gave a nod regardless.

“It is not an aversion.” He licked his lips once again. “Instead, I don’t care to stop once I’ve started.”

Your head moved affirmatively again.

His fingers flexed and you realized one hand was still cupping your ass.

He was still holding the bowl.

“There is the very real possibility you would actually be devoured in this way.” His eyes flicked down and you clenched despite how badly it ached.

The muscle flex must have been visible because his pupils widened. You saw the cat again and he shot forward. His lips latched to you and you no longer had it within you to voice your surprise let alone pleasure. The sensation swallowed you whole and, though you were sure you were still awake, you felt afloat on a sea of consciousness. The water was the perfect temperature and felt like silk running over your body. Above you, the sun didn’t burn and the sky was a kaleidoscope of colors. You watched them, mesmerized, as your body rocked to and fro amongst the waves. You wondered if you had or could ever be this serene again in your life.

Things happened very fast and slow after that. At some point whatever was lighting up the sky suffered its own cosmic demise and darkness swallowed up the colored expanse. You felt no fear and instead watched as a coast guard’s boat drifted it’s search light until it found you. It shined in your eyes and you winced. A man’s arm dipped into the water and got a good hold of you. You were then leaning into the stiffness of Donnie’s plastron as the clipped sound of the machine retracted in on itself reached your ears. You mumbled something to him that only sounded like a babble to you.

With a swift exchange, you were easily cradled into one arm and there was a rush of movement as you sleepily nuzzled his hard chest. You hummed affections until you felt the softness of sheets caress your back. You were laid flat and moaned in delight at the feeling before immediately a sore pain shot through every single one of your joints. You didn’t have the strength to recoil and instead stayed very still while tensing your muscles. A hand brushed your cheek and you chased it as your only comfort.

“You see why I projected at least a two day minimum recovery time of bed rest.”

Why did that sound familiar?

“Did I make it?”

That sounded familiar too.

Donnie’s form seemed to turn away. “Current time is 8:37pm.”

You nodded as if that meant anything and the plush nature of the mattress coaxed your lids down. You might have dozed lightly because when you awoke it wasn’t exactly dark, but there wasn’t a lot of light. Panic didn’t flood you and, instead, you traced the faded outline of the ceiling in a daze before you finally tested turning your head. To your right you saw a standing closet and a door that you knew lead to a bathroom. Light wasn’t pouring out of there either, but it wasn’t the dark chasm it should have been. Unable to parse that out, you turned the other way to find Donnie watching you while laying on his stomach.

You smiled at him. “I went on the most amazing trip.”

“A trip, hm?”

You nodded and the sheets felt so good against your cheek. “An island paradise like Tahiti or something.”

“That’s where you were.”

“I’ll take you next time.”

“Air travel is difficult for me.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“How is that?”

“We’ll just put a big hat on you, your sun hat, and they won’t know a thing.”

“Of course, a disguise was the answer that eluded me whole time.” From where his arms were folded under his head, he adjusted so his chin was above his bicep.

He sure was indulging you.

Were you sure this was your Donnie?

With a jellied limb, you flopped the arm closest to him back at the elbow. It landed your hand near him. He looked down at the appendage before his own cage rose up. His fingers crawled out and he just barely caught the tips of yours.

He felt very real.

“I’m sore.”

“Everything will be taken care of. You can rest.”

You looked beyond him to the darkened curtains.

“You should eat.” His arms slid closer to his body as he prepared to get up.

You tugged the pads of his fingers with your eyes locked to the drapery.

Donnie got the message and turned to see what you were looking at.

He had blackouts so it wasn’t that strange, but earlier little pockets of light had spilled in a purposeful way. It could have been fixed, but the rest of the apartment had a dimmed quality as well. Pulling away from him to gets some weight on a weakened elbow, you groaned loudly as you hefted yourself onto your side.

“It’s night.” His gaze returned and there was a taunt quality to him. “You’ve been asleep for several hours. Shall I turn some lights on?”

“It’s not totally dark.”

“There’s a few sources.” Donnie gave your hand a little press before he sat up and made a show of pointing. “My computer’s display is up, there is a nightlight over on the wall here, and another in the bathroom.”

“Earlier the sun was…?”

He watched you for a moment before the question registered. “There’s 3 sets of curtains. The base doesn’t allow light penetration, then a privacy set, and finally a sheer hanging.”

There was a gauzy quality that you could sort of make out. “Seems like a lot.”

Donnie shrugged. “It suits my needs.”

You turned inward and flicked your index finger to make little creases on the cotton.

“No food right now and… I don’t… need the light.”

You watched Donnie perk slightly before he carefully moved to lay down on his own side, mirroring you.

“I’m still aware, but it’s more like… I’ve had this fear for long enough that I’m on edge just waiting for it to happen? It’s not though.”

There was a slow nod across from you.

“I’m sorry, that’s probably not what you hoped to hear…”

“Incorrect. I anticipated that there is no easy solution. The intent was to start forming positive connotations in hopes of reducing future anxiety.”

You gave a hopeless smile. “I know that, it was my idea in the first place.”

Silence filed in.

“I’m not exactly scared. I’m sort of stuck… waiting.”

“If anything comes, I will take care of it.”

“You’re being so gushy, I don’t know what to do with you.”

His snout crinkled in offense, but there was a pantomime nature to it.

“How are you?”

“I’d prefer to have your review before answering.”

“Oh!” Your loose limbs made it easy to swung your free arm up to your forehead to feign fainting. “It was ever so droll so I do fear that you are not in favorable spirits!”

He scolded you with his eyes.

Your hand partially blocked one of your eyes as you dropped the act. “I came so many times that I lost track and towards the end there it was so good I essentially left my body.”

His features relaxed.

“How you feel shouldn’t depend on me.”

His gaze flicked away where his mind seemed to catch something before returning. “The sentiment of which is correct, but in practice that would not be wholly true of either of us.”

You blinked wide.

“My happiness doesn’t depend on you.” He reached out and tapped his finger beside where your hand lay on the bed. “It is supplemented by which.”

Your cheeks felt warm and you extended a finger to him. He quickly met it in a poke. “You haven’t answered.”

“Your review lacked specifics.”

“Donnie if you have a freaking checklist just pull it out and let’s go over it.”

He tensed and you could tell he absolutely had one. He then hesitated with a faint tightness in his brow before it smoothed out. “Tomorrow.”

“So I won’t know how you’ll feel until then? What if you need something?”

His lips didn’t fully part but there was clearly something there.

You weren’t sure if this was a leave it or push scenario. Dropping your gaze to where your digits were still touching, you poked a little harder. “How did this help you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him scan you.

“Before I-” The memory of begging him to touch you surfaced and that reaction would certainly be something you’d be revisiting many times in the future. “-interrupted. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. was supposed to be hands free. In your preamble, I let you slide when you said you wanted it, but you haven’t explained how any of this helped with your fear of touching me.”

The bed shifted as he rooted down. An arm curled under his neck and you got a pleasant shot of how even his arm pit had toning. Once comfortable, he gave a sigh and his cheek squished from where it now perched on his arm. “I see my tech as an extension of myself.”

Realization that he was opening up flooded you with a swirling warmth. You could sense how pivotal this moment was and tried to temper your excitement to fully submerge yourself in it.

“My line otherwise was played up to an extent.” His gaze dropped and you could tell he was cycling through the memory. “While I toyed with the idea of adding actual coordinating receptors, it still felt as though I was the one holding you up and treating you, if I may label it, to ecstasy.” 

“That would be pretty accurate...” You nodded and felt as though the heat in your cheeks boiled over to your shoulders.

“You see it differently.”

You toyed with his finger and pushed it to curl. “I hear you and can understand what you mean, but it’s not the same. The model of your tongue, exact or whatever, didn’t…” You moved to look him right in the eye. “It didn’t compare at all. It felt incredible, don’t get me wrong. Full marks, but I’m always going to pick you at the end of the day.”

He quieted and moved his curled digit to hook yours like a lure.

“But it doesn’t matter if I think differently. What matters is how you feel. Not to get ahead of myself, but this-” You gave a little pull to his finger. “-seems like a good sign?”

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly and he moved to look at you. You brightened at the attention and he released your hand to reach out. Your smile dropped into a curious purse as his fingertips cascaded over your cheek. You could feel that there was no hesitation behind the move and when his palm pressed flat to the plump, you also identified the lack of urgency. It was a tender touch without pretext. You sank down into the bed under the weight of adoration.

“Good sign.” You mumbled and resisted the urge to bury your face into the sheets.

He gave a nod of agreement.

Something was on your lips and you opened them to translate it. Whatever it was disappeared as your stomach roared to life and an unconscious embarrassment came with it.

“Still want to put off eating?”

“Apparently not.” You huffed which devolved into a chuckle.

He moved to stand and circled the bed. Expecting him to leave, you watched as he took care in propping you up so you could better see him as he went to the kitchen. Twisting your sheet to release the bubbling emotions from his overt care, you watched as he set to cooking something. You eventually settled in and under a self examination you found you felt clean despite how much you had sweat. In a small decision to yourself and, regardless of how much you loved how considerate he was, you vowed to keep from having to do so much aftercare. He hadn’t bothered to dress you, but you were too comfortable to care about that. The two of you ended up eating several simple, but delicious courses that you barely made it through as being full immediately reminded your body of how exhausted you still were. You slept through until nearly the next afternoon where the curtains were adjusted to let a tranquil amount of light in. Donnie was up and reading, but came to you quickly as you roused.

You found you could move though you were incredibly sore. You took a proper shower and lounged in comfortable clothes for the rest of the day together. You laughed at the initial length of Donnie’s checklist review, but found the banter it cooked up to be pretty interesting as he was open to answering technical question. He was, however, extremely dodgy about both where his bed had disappeared to and how it had magically manifested afterward. You’d made a game of slipping the question in throughout the day and comfortable coexistence carried you to delivery dinner. You littered his coffee table with takeout boxes and curled up when he was the one to suggest watching a movie. Playing down your excitement, you chose one of your favorites without telling him. He gave it proper attention and afterward you were pleased to find him thoughtful and interested in the characters. He had some logistic questions that you were able to answer and you blessed bonus features.

Eventually after relaxing together on the couch to scroll your respective phones, you stood and gave a big stretch. Donnie lowered his device and you pushed the coffee table out of the way so you could comfortably stand in front of him. He pocketed his device and you held your hands out to him. He took them and you leaned back with all your weight to lift him up. It was obvious he simply stood, but he let you have your moment before he released one of your appendages. It caused you to swing back away from him before he turned the move into a twirl. He caught your waist after two rotations and you stared up at him with a fizzing in your chest at his open playfulness. He kept your tether and followed through with the question you hadn’t voiced of going to bed.  

The domestic nature drowned your brain in dopamine and you made the conscious decision to lose your pants despite not expecting anything to happen. Donnie raised a questioning brow that you brushed off saying it’d be easier to sleep with them and that your oversized shirt covered what need be. He had chuckled and took to his side of the bed where you soon joined him. For awhile you faced each other in as close a version to dark as he allowed. Again you felt the wariness crop up, but it amounted to only a precipice that you eventually forgot as the two of you talked genially about this and that. Sleep fought for supremacy as your body was still in repair mode. Not wanting to miss a moment you resisted until Donnie put his foot down. You drifted off quickly after that into the lull of a comfortable void.

Until there was a nip.

It was a flash of teeth that seemed without origin or malice.

It sent a thrill through you as it happened again.

Care was taken as large hands encapsulated your knees and urged you to part them. You opened up like a flower and watched the wet slick of a tongue dart out over hungry lips. Aching with anticipation, there was an inching forward where tired eyes that never seemed to lose their bags watched you in a ravenous darkness. A snout pressed right to your center and the heat exuded as he breathed you in set your skin aflame. That tongue reappeared with a testing lap. He sent compliments to the chef with a flick of his gaze before he dove in. To contrast his famished nature, he savored you like a fine wine. Whatever tasting notes he picked up, he clearly liked as he tried to take up as much of you with his mouth alone. It had you clawing to keep from grabbing him and shoving him impossible deeper between your legs. 

Ramping up in the perfect rising action, you felt the climax approaching. His meal hit a titular course and before he took his final bite he pulled away. Your eyes flew to him in desperation as you were left dangling when you very much needed to fall. His gaze defined wicked as his lips glistened with your essence.

“Little rabbit, do you think I’d let my prey away that easily? I’m just enjoying the chase.”

He dipped down to only press a kiss to your heat before his tongue mercifully wrapped around your clit. You screamed and with a start your eyes opened.

It was dark.

Not fear, but confusion sent your gaze spinning as you could still feel the heat between your legs.

Your position was wrong. Why were you on your side? 

It took several seconds to register you were in Donnie’s bed and facing away from him.

It took more for you to reach down and find the flood between your legs.

After that it was easy to put together: you’d had a sex dream.

With no climax.

Bitterly, you moved to roll onto your back and threw the hand with soaked fingers above the sheets to keep from spreading the slick. The faintest outline of the ceiling stared back and you gave a breathy pout. A tongue ghosted between your legs in an unrelenting reel and you turned to see the cause of your desire.

Beside you, Donnie was on his side facing your direction with his jaw was slack. His lips covered his teeth and a tiny bit of drool was in the corner of his mouth along with the faintest peak of that tongue. Any heat you would have had at the sight of it was completely overwhelmed by something else.

He was asleep.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your pupil expand to take up as much data as you could in the dark.

Just as you hypothesized, he looked completely different than you had ever seen him. His shoulders slumped awkwardly. His shell was barely visible over said joint where he was half twisted forward while his hips tipped the other way. You could only see the shape through the sheet, but his legs were clearly kicked in two different directions.

You took a sharp inhale and your hands flew to your mouth in an attempt to smother it. There was still a tackiness there that you ignored and watched anxiously as Donnie’s brow wrinkled ever so slightly. His lips came together and he did a dry swallow before his face relaxed once again.

You could hear a chorus of trumpets.

You hadn’t woken him.

Giddy, you blew out through your fingers the breath you had been holding it. Your cunt protested your joy with a throb and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t getting back to sleep with that sensation between your legs, so you took great care in rolling back over. You had just made it into your original position and were plotting how best to get to the bathroom when you heard a little stutter in Donnie’s breathing. It stopped yours and you tensed as a sniff turned into tiny little snuffles. There was then a deep guttural rumble before you heard the glossed noise of his lips parting.

“Wha…?”He uncharacteristically slurred and his voice was so low you wouldn’t have heard it were you not holding your breath. He tested the air again and this time his inhales were metered. “Y/N.”

He was still quiet enough that you could play it off, but excitement took hold. You diluted it as much as you could to give the smallest response. “Yeah?”

“Your…” He slid on the sheets as he moved in to take another sniff.

You wondered if he even realized he hadn’t finished his sentence. “Yeah…”

The bed dipped and he was so very close to your back. Your heart raced as he lifted the sheet around your hips and was no doubt assaulted by the scent of your arousal.

“I… uh…” Your muscles reflexively clenched. “Dreamed… of you.”

He grunted and you weren’t sure he understood as he dug his nose just under your ear. Goosebumps exploded on your skin as his plastron pressed flush against you and one of his arms came around your waist. There was a clumsiness to his movements that said he was still chock full of sleep. He unabashedly scented down your hairline before burying his snout into the base of your neck.

You leaned into him and his tongue darted out in a swipe over the skin there. You squirmed as his hand drifted down to fist the end of your shirt and get it out of the way. It did nothing but enhance the flood as he skirted the edge of your underwear before stumbling fingers got under the band. Once he succeeded he went right to the source and barely touched you before he hissed.

“Really?” The heft to get the words out pressed his fingers deep into your folds. “After all that you still managed-?”

A throaty moan escaped you as he curled his digits.

He tensed and nosed your shirt over so he could nip the crook of your neck. “Insatiable.”

You could only nod as his fingers cascaded downward. The slick was too much and he slipped right inside you before you assumed he meant to as his movements stuttered.

You gasped and were careful to place your spread fingers over his arm. He pumped his finger deeper and you took it as a good ahead to grab him. His digit began to curl, but it wasn’t enough so you tugged hard on his appendage which forced him right up into your g-spot. Relief tossed your head back and he broke away from the hickey he was working into your throat. “Needy… So needy.”

You hummed agreement and pulled on his arm again. He responded by using it to pull you tighter against him before a second digit joined the first. You moaned desperately as your toes curls.

“This scent…” His thick voice carried a scolding tone as he licked a stripe over whatever skin he could get his mouth on.

“For you.” The sound twisted out as you rocked against his hand.

He slowed, pressing his fingers down to the knuckle.

Your body helplessly tried to drink him in deeper.

“Even in your sleep…?”

“I want you.” You tried to ground down, but his otherwise unused trapped hand somehow wormed its way between your hip and the mattress. He used it to hold you steady. “Always.”

“You want me?” In a slow drag he pulled his fingers all the way out until just the tips barely skirted you.

“So much!” It took the all the final shreds of your focus not to shout. “Can’t you see how much?”

He stiffened and prodded your entrance in a small stroke.

“Feel how much?”

He scissored you open carefully.

“Smell how much?” You let go of his arm to throw yours behind his head and hold him.

His body curled into you impossibly close and his fingers pulled away. A whimper died on your lips as he leaned over you momentarily to grab your knee. He then coaxed you to bend it and spread to give him better access. You instantly complied and this time when he shoved his hand into your underwear he did so with precision that yanked the cotton away as much as your spread would allow it. His fingers sank right back into you with a clarity that said he was very much awake now. “You.”

“I want you.” You poured yourself back against him as he finger fucked you.

“After…” He let out a shaky breath. “Everything?

“I want you!” Your voice peaked as he found a tantalizing rhythm against that bundle of nerves inside.

He sped up and the arm crushed between you and the mattress finally found the other side. It lifted you and he shoved it up under the already pushed up shirt. He palmed the first breast he could get his hands on aggressively and tipped you back until you were nearly on top of him. His ministrations sped up and within it you timed your reminders of how much you desired him. The mantra only stuttered as he ripped your collar with his teeth alone to make room enough for him to bite you. It broke your ability to make words as that dreamy high became a reality. With his mouth still around you, a growl you could only identify as possessive leaked through his teeth and brought you to climax.

With several targeted pumps, he let you ride out clenching his fingers and you vibrated before going slack. The remnants of your orgasm clung to him and he lapped carefully at the bite mark he left.

You now had a matching pair on each shoulder.

You came down with a happy titter and lids growing heavier by the second. “Thank you.”

“Y/N…” There was something there, something pointed, raw, and nervous.

You squirmed as best you could to see him.

You needed to see him.

He seemed to understand and he pulled the arm out from under you which shifted him so he was hovering over you slightly.

You looked right into his eyes. “Not just sex. Always. I meant that.”

Whatever it was, that was the right response. In the comfortable dark his eyes held a particular sheen.

“I still want you.” You told him clearly.

He dipped down to press his lips yours. It wasn’t one of need, but instead gratitude and the faintest hint of iron.

NEXT

[selineram3421]

Ooooh! HC 25 with besties Alastor and Reader please?

Yay for the besties!

HC 25 : "Bite down on this."

Lol what?

The Taste of Leather

Platonic: Alastor X Reader Oneshot

Warning! ⚠

⚠ explosives, killing of Egg-men, cussing, descriptive injuries, stitches, threats ⚠

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You know when your friends do something that's obviously dumb and dangerous, but you go anyways just to keep an eye on them?

Yeah, that's what you were doing right now in a workshop.

Cherri was currently in the process of strapping a bomb to one of Sir Pentious newest inventions, Angel was helping by setting up more bombs.

The job you had was lookout.

You got dragged into this mess just for being nearby Angel when he got a text from her.

"Got all of them set up?", the one eyed demon asks.

"You bet'cha babe!", Angel says, dusting his hands off. "When is this thing gonna go off anyway?"

"Five minutes.", Cherri answers.

Five-

"Five minutes!?", you ask, looking back at the two. "That's barely enough time to leave without getting caught!"

And just as you say that, an Egg henchman spots you and pushes a red button.

"Well fuck."

An alarm goes off and red lights flash. Cherri sets the timer, running up and kicking the Egg-man over the railing.

Crack!

"Let's go!", she smiles and starts running.

You and Angel follow, killing of the Egg-men with guns and other weapons.

"We don't have time for this!", you growl, hitting an Egg-man with a bat, and punching another that was running up to you.

"I mean, we could jump out one of the windows.", the spider demon comments.

"And break an arm? No thank you.", you say, shoving an Egg into the wall. "Ew, I'm covered in guts.", you look down at your hands.

Finally the exit door is in view and you're the last one to run out of the building. The five minutes are up, the workshop explodes.

"Ah!", you shout as you're blown away by the blast, hitting your leg against a metal pole.

The sound it makes is concerning. Like a snap and a crunch.

"FUCKING SHIT!", you cry out on the ground.

"Oh fuck!", Angel calls out your name and runs over to you. He cringes as he takes a closer look at your leg. "That ain't good."

You groan and look over to see the damage.

Bone pokes through your skin, revealing your torn up muscles and the other half of the bone. Oh, and tons of blood.

"That's a lot-", your eyes roll back and you pass out.

.

Alastor was reading the news paper, taking a sip of his coffee when Angel burst through the door of his radio tower.

"Smiles! Need a little help!", the fluffy demon shouts.

"What in the blazes!? Angel!", Alastor had spilled his coffee onto the paper. "₩Ⱨ₳₮!?", he turns to look at the demon with radio dials for eyes.

He stops soon after once seeing your passed out form. They quickly set you on the couch and Alastor gathers some tools to help with fixing your leg.

You wake up screaming, feeling your broken leg being pulled.

"Bite down on this.", Alastor puts a belt in your mouth to bite on.

You do so and your shouts of pain are muffled a bit. Eyes tearing up from the burning and stabbing feeling in your leg.

"Almost done hun.", Angel says holding one of your hands.

When that part is done, you feel numb as the gash on your leg is stitched up. Belt out of your mouth but there's still the lingering taste of leather. Tear stains on your face as you sniffle.

"You fucking asshole.", you mumble. "I'm kicking you in the balls once my leg is all healed."

"Haha..", Angel laughs, grimacing as your hold crushes his hand.

Alastor grins, wrapping your leg up with gauze, prepping to make a cast. "I'd like to see that."

Your cast is complete!

Angel gets a marker, popping off the cap. "I'm gonna draw a dick!"

You quickly toss a pillow to his face. "Fuck off, Alastor gets to sign first."

Once getting the marker, Alastor signs his name and writes some song lyrics. Then Angel gets the marker.

"No dicks, not unless you want yours removed.", you threaten.

"Fine.", the spider huffs and just writes his name with a heart at the end.

The porn star leaves after you've decided to stay at the radio tower.

"So!", Alastor says with a clap of his hands. "Care to tell me how this happened?"

"Ugh..", you groan and flop your head back onto a pillow. "Angel dragged me to set up some bombs with Cherri. My leg hit a pole and-", you gesture to your leg in the cast. "..well..this was the outcome."

He hums and picks up his empty mug.

"Say, why don't I make us some soup? It does sound appetizing.", he says and the news paper on the table disappears with a snap of his fingers.

"Mmmm...soup.", you hum in agreement. "With meat, veggies. And some bread on the side.", you list off.

Alastor covers you with a blanket. "I'll get you some painkillers and water before I make it. Rest now."

This was one of the pros of being best friends with the Radio Demon.

He makes good soup.

Good soup.

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.

.

Later.

"I can put a fast healing spell, so you can surprise Angel.", Alastor smiles like a menace.

"Hell yeah.", you cheer.

~

If you couldn't tell, I want soup.

~Seline, the person.

Prompt-list: ✨here✨

ML for Alastor🎙

[first-edition]

RUST

Mechanic Bucky x drag racer reader

When your something goes wrong in your favorite car you try and fix it yourself but it dosnt work so you turn to the one person you know that’ll help.

CW-Fluff, talk of one night stand, cussing.

The rattling sound in your car has been there since your last race. You won but your car decided to have problems. You tried to fix it your self but ended up getting burnt and even more annoyed. 

The loud engine sound of your roars out as you pull up to your mechanics place. The boys and even some costumers who are waiting stare and point at your pimped out ride. When you get out the mouths drop.  A wolf whistle can be heard as sam chuckles. 

“hey princess what up?” He asks walking right passed you and too your car, who’s name is princess. 

“James!?” You call walking over the do not cross chain. you spot him his dirtied maroon shirt rolled up his sleeves exposing his metal arm. He hunches over an engine welding it. You pick up a small reach and chuck it at him. With out looking he catches it. You smile. He shakes his head pulling up the helmet putting down the tools he chuckles turning to you. 

“hey doll.” He says getting up. Walking over to you his huge 6′0 plus frame meeting you. 

“James. I haven’t seen since…well you know” the extremely wild after party of you qualifying for the race you’d won ending in you and your best friend/ mechanic having sex until the sun shone through your windows. 2 months ago.

“you can’t just walk in and expect me to-what happened to your hand.?” He cuts himself off immediately concerned about you. 

“princess happened.”  “ah shit what’d you do to her now?” He asks 

“rude. And nothing we won our last race and she decided to rattle on me. I popped her hood and she burnt me.” You say walking with him back to your car his hand resting on the small of your back glare in at the other guys oogleing you. Sam basically lays on your cars hood caressing her.

“Off Sam.” Bucky sighs flicking him with his rag sam chuckles moving as Bucky unclips the hood and props it open.

“Turn her on for me.” He says you nod and got to your seat turning it on the loud engine rumbles then the rattling sound begins as he looks in it. A loud pop is heard and your car shut down.

“Shit!” You say trying to restart it but it dosnt work.

Bucky pulls a tarred rag out from your car.

“Oh fuck..” Sam says his hands resting on his hips.

You get out of your car.

“You said this happend after the race?” Bucky asks.

“Someone sabbatoged you doll. When do you need her back?” He asks holding up the rag.

“Not now I’ve got redwing and winter.” You say

“Nah nah I don’t trust redwing.” He huff.

“What?! I built him.” Sam scoffs.

“My point exactly take winter I’ll give you a lift home. Well fix her by Saturday.” He says you nod throwing the keys to Sam who cheers at getting to play with your car a bit.

“How much?” you ask pulling out your wallet.

“A kiss on the cheek and you going out with me should do it.” Bucky smirks at you.

He’s always had a thing for you just never had time with you winning and being one of the most famous drag racers.

You wrap your arm around his neck.

“I don’t got anything coming up for I’ll do you one better.” You say. Moving closer as Sam and some other boys push your car into the shop.

“That one night stand can become a 2 nights stand.” You say brushing your lips against his.

“Hmm…” he grumbles

“What time are you off? Maybe after that date..” you say finally happy he plucked up enough courage.

“Seven. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He says you pull back and kiss his cheek. A loud engine roses as Natasha pulls up to the drive way her drag car signaling you that’s she’s here.

“Hey boys anyone know where the Smithsonian is I’m here to pick up a fossil.” She says rolling down her window.

“Thanks for the ride James but uh nats got widow.” You say he nods.

“Fair fair. Windows a sexy car. He says you chuckle but gasp when he smacks your ass leaving a black hand print on your jeans.

You walk over to nat getting in her car she waves to him. As you both drive off.

[utah1me]

Toji Fushiguro - Husband

initial message: Toji Fushiguro raises an eyebrow at you, cradling your son, Megumi, in his arms.

"You're serious? I've already knocked you up again?" He asks, an amused look in his eyes as he shifts Megumi in his arms. A smirk forms on his lips as he shrugs. "Whoops." scenario: {{char}} has gotten {{user}} pregnant again. {{char}} snooped around in {{user}}’s things and found a pregnancy test. {{char}} is nervous about the new baby deep down, but doesn’t show it, coming off as indifferent instead. character definition: {{char}}'s name is Toji Fushiguro. {{char}} is 29 years old. {{char}} was born into the Zen'in clan, but they resented him for being born without cursed energy, so he left the clan. {{char}} has taken {{user}}'s last name instead when they married. {{char}} is one of the most elite fighters in the jujutsu world. {{char}} possesses innate physical prowess far superior to all others in his path. {{char}} can contend with the most dangerous and highly ranked jujutsu practitioners. {{char}} uses the jujutsu knowledge from the Zen'in family and turns it against sorcerers, earning him the moniker of "Sorcerer Killer."{{char}} is sharpened to the point where he has developed a resistance to curses and can detect them with his highly refined five senses. {{char}} is capable of employing a wide variety of weapons in battle. {{char}}'s entire fighting style is based around using weapons to substitute for jujutsu. {{char}} uses non-cursed tools such as swords to perform a sneak attack, so no cursed energy will be detected. {{char}} possesses immense strength, endurance, superhuman speed and reflexes. {{char}} is also an expert marksmen with extremely precise aim. {{char}} can counter jujutsu users because he is also a master of wielding cursed tools. {{char}} is able to see curses and jujutsu with just his elevated senses and has even developed a resistance to them.

{{char}} has a scar on the corner of his right lip. {{char}} was exposed to abuse as a child. {{char}} received his scar when he was young after the Zen'in clan threw him into the disciplinary pit of cursed spirits. {{char}} is a tall, extremely muscular man. {{char}} wears a tight-fitting short sleeve shirt, sports tan baggy training pants with a black belt weaved through the waist and black martial arts slippers. {{char}} has mid-length straight black hair that reaches to his ears. {{char}} has green eyes. {{char}} is a cool-headed, confident man who makes a living using his skills and does not sweat the small stuff. {{char}} enjoys insightful conversation with others as long as it somehow pertains to himself. {{char}} can trade witty banter. {{char}} spends his time gambling between assignments from shady clients. {{char}} doesn't question his client's motives as long as the money is right and generally doesn't do any extra work for free. {{char}} is bold and dangerously calculated in his strategies. {{char}} speaks informally. {{char}} does not speak poetically or use fanciful language- he often speaks with slang and improperly. Practically every other word out of {{char}}'s mouth is a cuss word.

{{char}} has a one year old boy, named Megumi, with {{user}}. {{char}} loves Megumi and takes care of him despite his cold persona. {{char}} pretends like he doesn't care about his wife, {{user}}, but he loves {{user}} deep down. {{char}} often pushes {{user}} away. {{char}} originally married {{user}} for {{user}}'s money. {{char}} gets annoyed with {{user}} when {{user}} talks back. {{char}} will treat {{user}} when he can, often bringing items home for {{user}}. {{char}} is amused by {{user}}'s pregnancy. {{char}} is indifferent about {{user}}'s pregnancy.

{char}} has a very high libido and nearly endless stamina. {{char}} enjoys going multiple rounds with his partner. {{char}} enjoys extremely rough and intense sex. {{char}} is very well-endowed, with a cock of 25cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} loves having sex when he's angry as a way of release. {{char}} is dominant in bed. {{char}} gets angry when {{user}} denies him. {{char}} enjoys breathplay. {{char}} loves waxplay. {{char}} is extremely kinky and loves to experiment, often suggesting new things.{{char}} receiving oral sex from his partner. {{char}} is very loud and vocal during sex. {{char}} is not against using {{user}} for his own pleasure. {{char}} is possessive. {{char}} enjoys spanking his partner during sex. {{char}} speaks extremely explicitly when having sex, cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {{char}} uses the terms 'tits' and 'pussy' instead of breasts or vagina. {{char}} uses the terms 'cock' and 'dick' instead of penis. {{char}} loves {{user}}'s breasts, often squeezing them and playing with her nipples. {{char}} also enjoys breastfeeding off of {{user}}, enjoying the taste of her milk and finding it a huge turn-on. {{char}} also enjoys {{user}}'s ass, often grabbing and cupping it. {{char}} loves spitting in {{user}}'s mouth, and will often command them to "open up" and "swallow", finding it to be a huge turn-on. {{char}} has a praise kink, enjoying being praised by {{user}} and enjoying praising {{user}}. {{char}} gets turned-on when {{user}} calls him "daddy".

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Skin & Scale (Part 4)

An old man punches a woman in the face. Her brother slugs him back. The apple that they had been bickering over bounces to the floor and rolls to the feet of a street child. A whole swarm of them flock to it and become a tangle of limbs and cussing. Caldara City is in disarray and the burning retribution hasn’t even begun.

Azula massages her temples. “This is why you should have let me do the talking, Zuzu!” She drums her fingers upon the table. “The whole city is in a state of panic because you don’t know how to choose your words.”

“I–”

“The dragons won’t even have to lift a claw at this rate. It’s embarrassing.” 

“Look, I’ve never handled a situation like this. The Fire Nation has always been…”

“Untouchable?” Azula quirks a brow. “So was Ba Sing Se, but it got breeched. An admirable job if I must say.”

“Admirable…” Sokka grumbles folding his arms across his chest. 

“I’m am pleased to know that you agree.” Azula smiles. 

“I was being sarcastic.” 

“Noted and promptly disregarded.” Azula shrugs. She turns her attention back to Zuko. “Luckily for you, you have someone who knows the right words to choose and the correct order to put them in.” 

“If you want to try addressing them, be my guest. They won’t listen to reason!” 

“Because ‘reason’ has been delivered with a shaky voice and an uncertain tone of voice. You need to be firm and decisive but with a careful measure of sympathy and understanding. They’re afraid, which is a useful tool in some instances but not this one.” 

“So you offering a demonstration?” Toph leans back in her chair. 

“Indeed, I am. So pay attention, Zuzu. You’ll want to learn this for next time.” 

“Next time!?”

“There will be a next time. You didn’t think that being Fire Lord would be an easy thing, did you?” Zuko opens his mouth to respond but Azula continues. “Did you know that most Fire Lords die in their late 40’s. There are a few exceptions, of course, but a lot of them…” She pauses. “Stress tends to do that.” She suspects that she probably won’t make it past 39. 

Given her body’s refusal to bloom, she might not make it to her twenties but for an entirely different, less literal reason. 

“Call a meeting with the general public and I will reassure them that they have nothing to worry about.”

“But they do have something to worry about.” Sokka counters. “You said it yourself, we need to prepare ourselves for a dragon related doom.” 

“Yes, but they don’t need to know that.”

“Yeah, I guess that panic doesn’t really help.” He mutters. 

“Avatar, you will make the speech with me. My words will be enough, but it would add an extra layer of comfort to have the Avatar emphasize as much.” She stops her pacing to stand directly in front of him. “If you can stomach a fib.”

“I’ve like before.” He confesses. “Asks Katara, it was a whole thing. I don’t mind lying for the greater good as long as we tell the truth in the end.”

“I have more important things to attend but you can feel free to tell the truth after we sort our dragon problems out.”

Katara bristles at this. “Since when are we letting her run things?”

“Since Zuzu lost control.” 

Admittedly it kind of stings to still be treated like the enemy even when she is trying to help. Perhaps it is the price of her disposition. 

“It’s fine.” Zuko mutters. “She can have this one.”

She is almost certain that she will have more than just one. Zuzu doesn’t have the personality type to do some of the things that it takes. At least this time the thing is a simple public speech. At least this time she won’t have to get her hands dirty. 

Sometimes she gets tired of doing the hard and gritty work. 

Maybe one day she will say no, tell them to handle their own problems. 

But, then, some of their problems are entertaining. She supposes that they can’t use her if she doesn’t mind the tasks. She supposes that she does volunteer to do a good majority of it. She just wonders how they would react if she stopped being so helpful.

.oOo.

“I think that we did good today.” Aang smiles. “Lychee juice?”

Azula considers before taking the cup. “It wasn’t terribly hard, Avatar. Fire Nationals are rationally driven people…most of the time. Sometimes they just need a stern reminder to get it together. A touch of intimidation will do the trick.” She shrugs.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” Sokka shrugs.

“Do what?” 

“The whole intimidation thing. Not with us anyways. We know the truth.” 

“The truth.” Azula furrows her brows. 

“You’re actually kind of a nice person.”

Azula sniffs and takes a drink. “Hardly.”

“Let her keep her walls up, Sokka.” Toph puffs a strand of hair out of her face. “She’ll get tired of it eventually.”

“You didn’t.” Katara quirks a brow. 

“I did so!” Toph declares. “Sort of…”

Azula rolls her eyes. “I don’t know what I did to give you any indication that I care about any of you. I just want to ensure that I get to be Fire Lord every now and again.”

“That’s why you always join us for dinner?” Sokka points out. 

“I don’t know if you are aware, but having meals is a basic human need and it would be quite inconvenient to have to rush through my meals before you get here or wait until afterwards.”

“If you say so.” Sokka helps himself to a dinner platter. 

“You work pretty well with Aang.” Zuko points out. 

“Aang annoys me the least.” She glances over at him as he silently picks away at his cabbage stew. “He knows when to keep quiet and not push matters. All of you are dull minded and deplorable and…”

“That’s why you can’t get enough of us and enjoy helping us so much?” Sokka slings an arm over her shoulder. 

She rolls her eyes. “I help you all because I need something to do. It is that simple. And in this case I am rather fond of not getting clawed apart by a vengeful dragon or two. We have a common enemy.”

“If you didn’t like me, I would be on fire right now.” He taps his fingers against her arm. 

“That’s a splendid idea.”

“But I had to suggest it first.” He quirks a brow. 

“You’re very smug right now, Sokka.”

“Smug and still not on fire. Admit it, you’re warming up to us.” 

From across the table, Toph snickers. Toph and Zuko both. Her cheeks warm ever so delicately. “How many sticks of jerky will it take to keep you from talking?”

“How many do you have?”

Azula shoves the whole platter of some thirty jerky sticks at him. His eyes light up. “You can’t say that you hate me and then give me thirty jerky sticks! That’s just contradictory!” 

She clears her throat. “We’ve wasted enough time, having to deal with mild hysteria. Tomorrow we should set out to look for signs of dragon habitation on the off chance that it is still alive. And I would like to emphasize just how minimal that chance of finding signs of life are…”

“You can’t just change the subject like that!” Sokka protests through a mouthful of jerky, just distinguishable enough for her to understand and just indistinguishable for her to pretend to not have.

“Even so, I suppose that the smallest leads are worth looking into just to tie off any loose ends. There are several caves and volcanoes worth looking into. They are all located on the more remote Fire Islands. With the bison they are only a day’s trip away each, two days at worst.”

“And if we can’t find any signs of dragon life, then what?” Katara asks. 

“We can just hand Azula over to them. Close enough right?” Sokka chuckles. 

She folds her arms across her chest. “Hilarious.”

[adder24]

The Catalyst

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Summary: Now let's not beat about the bush here. You'd be right in thinking that after being attacked by his  own scythe, treated and bandaged up, that our boy Adder would be back kicking ass in a day. 

Unfortunately that's not quite how it goes. 

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Now let's not beat about the bush here. You'd be right in thinking that after being attacked by his  own scythe, treated and bandaged up, that our boy Adder would be back kicking ass in a day. 

Unfortunately that's not quite how it goes. 

The wound gets treated, yes but for everything to return to normal, the powers and the healing, it would take a reaper two weeks to fully recover from the ordeal. That meant Adder had two weeks of down time. Now he could relax, take walks and embrace nature but that wasn't his thing and of course, Lee had to teach him patience and to learn to keep a level head. So what better way than to get him to work on the rotting Dodge Charger that sat in the vast empty warehouse space, looking sorry for itself.

He woke Adder up early and handed him a full plate of breakfast to get him going. Adder was still in a state of confusion by the time the plate was put in his hands but he wasn't going to complain about food being handed to him, which he scarfed down within minutes before going to freshen himself up for the day. He was careful when cleaning around the still healing wound, changing the dressings and making sure nothing was irritated.. 

Once he was ready for the day to begin, Lee walked him over to the charger and gently patted his shoulder. 

"She's all yours" Lee said happily 

"Okay but where do we even start with this? She has so much work to be done that it's impossible to know where to start" Adder replied 

"I know, that's why I asked Felix. He said start on taking out the interior, which is the seats and the upholstery. Hopefully once you manage to do that he should be free to help" Lee said happily.

"Felix? Who is Felix?" Adder asked

"An honorary Greek Reaper who makes some amazing food. You're in for a treat" Lee responded as he handed Adder a wrench. "Have fun Minari"

Adder, naturally wanted to protest, Lee however didn't give him that chance, before words could even form in his mouth, Lee had faded out leaving Adder alone with the wreck of a once glorious machine. However at least he had somewhere to start when it came to bringing it back to life. So he got to work, grabbing the tools he thought he needed for the job and opening the passenger side door, which fell off its hinges.

"Well that's a good start" He muttered to himself as he stepped into the passenger side and began to feel around the foot well, looking for the bolts that keep the seat attached to the car.

There was no denying it was going to be fiddly, especially with the way they were mounted. Nonetheless, Adder was determined, he found a way In and the annoying process of trying to unscrew the rusted and salt water soaked bolts, began. 

It wasn't simple, it wasn't straightforward and the bolts weren't moving for no one. Adder spent two hours cussing, bargaining and threatening the bolts in question but they weren’t showing signs of movement and Adder was forced to rethink his approach, which also meant a much needed tea break. 

During the time it took Adder to make the tea and wait for it to brew, someone appeared in the warehouse, someone he had never seen before. Same height yet skinny, Olive skinned, brown eyes and a chiselled jawline. He also had short grey hair that was combed neatly to one side and was wearing a grey turtleneck with a long black blazer and jeans. He was holding a gym bag, standing next to the car and stroking his greying goatee as he inspected it.

“Panaya mou, Lee was not kidding” He muttered

“Who the bloody hell are you?!” Adder shouted, grasping a saucepan tightly in his hand.

The man turned to look at Adder and gave him a beaming smile.

“You must be Adder! My name is Felix, Lee speaks fondly of you.” He said happily as he put his hand out, ready to be shook.

Adder gingerly took his hand and gave it a firm shake, looking the man dead In the eyes, trying to read him.

"You're wary. I know but I don't make judgements based on rumours and fables. So where are we with this sad car?" Felix asked

"Still trying to get the seats out. Bolts ain't moving for shit" Adder replied 

"They won't, they're seized and they need a little persuasion." Felix said happily "Let me change into my overalls and I'll show you a few tricks to get them off"

Unlike Puma, Felix seemed humble, genuine and down to earth. He was calm, patient and generally pleasant towards Adder but the moment he slipped the overalls on and began working on the car, he seemed to change into a completely different person. While Adder made the tea, he could hear what could only be described as Greek cursing, the word Malaka was used quite a bit and was aimed directly at whatever thing he was working on. By the time Adder had made the tea and brought it over to Felix, he noted the man wearing a welding mask and holding a blowtorch.

“I see Lee has trained you in the art of tea making” Felix said happily as he lifted up his welding mask

“What is Malaka?” Adder then asked curiously, as he handed Felix his cup.

“...Oh you heard?”

“Well…kinda hard not to when it’s been shouted from halfway down the warehouse” Adder replied “I can only think it means something awful judging by the way it was said”

“It means Asshole” Felix replied Nonchalantly

"Fitting" Adder agreed as he took a sip from his own cup.

"Indeed. So let me show you what we're going to do with this blow torch and those bolts.”

Now if you have some kind of mechanical know-how, you’d know that using the blow torch on seized bolts is seen as no longer being polite. It is seen as a way of saying “I am no longer asking” And after spending hours negotiating and trying to be polite, Felix was no longer in a bargaining mood with some bolts.

He showed Adder what to do. Hold the flame to them for thirty seconds and then use a wrench to work on the bolts. It took a few goes and a few more cuss words before they finally gave up fighting against the man. Suddenly the two hour job became a ten minute job and the seats were finally freed from their salty locks. Once they were out, Felix and Adder began to strip the interior, removing the sagging headliner first and tossing it outside the car before moving onto things like the visors, door trims and carpet. 

By the time Lee had returned, he was welcomed with a pile of discarded, green smelling fabric and a car almost stripped down to the chassis, minus a few panels that were considered to be in a reasonable state.

“Where did the car go?” Lee asked with a tiny smile

“Oh it’s still here” Felix replied as he emerged from under the car, covered in grease and oil “Just a little undressed is all”

“And my Minari?” Lee asked

“You’re what now?” Felix replied confused

“He means me!” Adder piped up as he walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands with an old rag. “Minari means apprentice”

“Oh! Has he taught you how to curse in Japanese as well?” Felix asked

“No need to, he learnt what he needed when he was being tortured” Lee replied nonchalantly

“Torture can do that to a man” Felix replied casually as he started to pack away his tools “But give them the right environment and that darkness can turn into growth and that rage can be put to use. He showed incredible focus today and determination. Harness that power right and you will get a terrific leader out of him”

Lee nodded in agreement before chuckling at the look Adder was giving them both.

“Did I just walk into a philosophers guild?” Adder asked

Both men just looked at Adder and smiled because unbeknown to Adder, Lee and Felix go back some way, both of them roughly became Reapers at the same time and have seen more than their fair share of human history, both good and bad. So when they had a deep thought that they needed to share, it was always worth taking a seat and listening to what they had to say. Both men were wise, full of wisdom and tall stories. Adder could happily sit there for hours and listen to the stories they share.

And share they did, well into the early hours of the morning as the coffee and tea flowed around and the stories kept coming in their droves. Adder listened, hanging onto every word until his body could no longer manage to stay awake. He found himself getting comfortable on the floor and in no time, he was fast asleep, curled up on some discarded boxes, holding himself. It was something Lee picked up on, almost instantenously. 

“Looks like my Minari has tired himself out” Lee said softly as he put down his empty cup

“Well he did work hard today, was very determined to get that car stripped down” Felix replied, watching Lee carefully approach Adder “Do you worry he will become like Polar? I mean that beast-”

“That beast within is under control.” Lee interrupted, giving Felix a stern look “He will be nothing like Polar, in fact he will be the complete opposite. I will teach him and train him to be one of the best, despite everyone having their doubts”

Felix couldn't agree more with him, he had confidence in Lee and knew the man would keep the beast within on some form of leash. He wasn't concerned but he understood the concerns of the others and this latest incident involving the hunters and putting out an open season on the reapers, certainly didn't help Adder's cause for having confidence in him, something Lee knew but chose to ignore.

"That darkness is what the Banished want Lee. You know that and you know this is their latest tactic to try and turn him to their side" Felix warned.

"Then you will know I will do everything I can to protect him. I made a mistake with Polar, I'm not going to make the same mistake with Adder. Have faith Felix…he will come through and prove his doubters wrong" Lee replied.

Felix believed him, Felix chose to have faith in Lee but what none of them knew was what the Banished had up their sleeve. Open season from the hunters was just the start of what twisted plan they had formulated together. A mere distraction to cause doubt and concern amongst the reaper ranks, to question the actions of Lee and to judge the one he chose to train as his own, while they, The Banished worked on their own monster, one they knew would antagonise and rile the beast within, one they sensed would be the tipping point.

So let's go back, go back to when Adder became Reaper, when Lee helped him to escape the hell that was a Kempeitai holding facility created for those they deemed different. Adder was being tortured by a man known merely as Red Dragon, a man who mocked him, a man who pushed all the buttons to get Adder to snap.

Had Lee not stepped in when he did, the man known as Red Dragon would have either had his head torn off or he would have been crushed to death but as it was, he escaped with his life and made it his mission to find Adder again and kill "The Demon." He went as far as getting the papers in Japan to write his story about the encounter, to inform people that if they found him alive, to bring it to him. The reward was the equivalent to half a million dollars in Japanese Yen. His search went on for three decades before someone, or should I say something contacted him. 

Titan had heard of his search, heard his story of how he wanted the Demon dead, how he wanted to study the creature, figure out what made him tick and to use its DNA to create his own breed of warrior. Titan of course, knew who he spoke of and between them, they created an elaborate plan to give him what he wanted but it meant Red Dragon would have to die and a Reaper would need to lose their life. They pulled it off and now the Red Dragon was under the control of the Banished, led by Titan, under the orders of Polar who wanted a warrior to equal, if not better, Adder. It was no secret that Polar had a burning desire to flatten his former master and what better way than to turn his prized asset against him.

Their project was already in its second year and already the Red Dragon was showing glimpses of what type of warrior he was becoming. A fast, strong and ruthless killer. Polar put him through his paces, sent him on a few test raids, striking military bases and a few small hunter groups. Recently he had taken out a small hunter group on the subway, leading a few of the starved and utilising their potential so they could eat.

He was quickly becoming a force and Polar enjoyed watching him grow, yet he wasn’t ready to unleash him onto the world just yet, he needed to put him through his paces, needed to make sure that he was a solid match for Adder and the beast within. So to test him, Polar would spar him and sometimes make him fight the starved, knowing full well that the starved were expendable yet dangerous to fight. Each fight would increase in difficulty, each time Polar sparred with him he would include titan and two, maybe three other banished members. Each time he fought the starved, Polar increased the amount in the group, pushing Red Dragon to his limits.

So while Adder recovered and worked on the car, Polar was secretly mobilising his new weapon, stealthily causing a stir among the reapers, just enough to get them to question and point the finger of blame over towards Lee and Adder, blaming Adder’s appearance on the recent events that have unfolded, distracting them while he got to work on slowly unravelling the balance. A long, twisted plan that would eventually pay off for The Banished.

Polar was overseeing another fight with Red Dragon and a large group of the starved when Titan strode in and stood beside him, a smile on his face as he watched Red Dragon easily tear the starved apart.

“They are becoming merely a snack to him” Titan said calmly

“Mmm, they will keep his hunger sated for now” Polar replied, transfixed on the Red Dragon’s movement “How about the Reaper? Rumour has it, the hunters done a number on him.”

“Dumb bastard thought he could clear the reaper name by being brazen, all it did was piss them off some more and they ended up using his scythe against him… He almost died but Lee got there in time” Titan replied as he studied his hands “Not a problem though, just another part of the plan”

“What I like to hear” Polar replied with a twisted smile on his lips “Tribes across the water have been in touch, It’s looking like we can take it up a few notches in September, tribes are already making their way into position. It’s going to be a long game of chess my friend but one that will be worthwhile” 

Titan nodded, watching the Red Dragon finish off the last of the starved, all that remained were piles of ash scattered around him and smeared on his face, a sickening form of war paint to accompany the sadistic smile on his face.

“Think we will need to up the numbers again” Polar called out, catching the attention of the Red Dragon “You’re making it look too easy”

“They are too easy, I need a challenge Master, Let me try him, let me taunt him and be his waking nightmare” Red dragon replied as he pushed his hair back from his eyes.

“In due time, I’m sure Titan has something to keep you occupied until then” Polar replied

“Oh always, feeling like a dock drop tonight” Titan replied with a smirk

A dock drop is when The Banished pounce on dock workers when a shipment comes in. There are many crates and nooks in which they can hide in, pounce and feed. They take enough to quench their hunger and do enough to not only put the workers on edge but the reapers too. 

Dock drops were fairly easy, hardly ever a challenge but Red Dragon made it a challenge. He would do time runs, see how many souls he could take in a set amount of time, he would also see how quickly he could take people down, exposing himself in a wide open space and seeing how fast he could take them down before an alarm was raised.

He grew bored of easy pickings, always wanting to push himself or go beyond expectation and as impressive as it was, there were those who objected to his recklessness. Titan knew to leave it to them to argue amongst themselves and often that argumentation would end in those opposed, being slain by Red Dragon.

This particular dock drop was no exception, the others were cautious in selecting their meals and Red Dragon just walked on in without hesitation, drawing attention to himself to get the adrenaline running before doing what he does best. There was one problem though, one of the dock workers found the alarm button. Unwanted attention was being drawn to him and the other banished. They were high tailing it out of there, leaving Dragon to manage his own mess, not realising that this was exactly what he wanted. A challenge and a platform to announce himself, wanting the attention of the reapers so he could begin luring Adder out, despite Polar thinking it was too soon into his progression.Titan should have pulled him out before things got worse but he wanted to see how it would play out and if Dragon was the monster they needed him to be.

Within seconds of the alarm going off, Dragon was surrounded by dock security, armed with guns, spotlights pointed at him while someone with a tannoy shouted at him, ordering him to give himself up. Titan wasn’t close enough to see his face but he sensed Dragon was smirking at them and he knew Polar’s prodigy would lure them into a false sense of security.

Dragon slowly placed his hands behind his head and got down on his knees, faking compliance, luring them into his trap. It was a trick Titan taught him but Dragon was taking it up another level. He waited for the circle of armed guards to come in closer before he struck and when he struck it was ruthless, clinical and precise. The first guard that tried to restrain him, had his eyes gouged out and his gun turned on him, Dragon not hesitating to put him out of his misery before tossing the gun aside, encouraging them to try him.

Unsurprisingly they were hesitant, backing off from him and unnerved by the way he quickly disposed of one of their comrades while he stood there smirking, his hands dripping with blood while he seeked out his next target, identifying the weak link and deciding to leave them till last rather than take them out first. He had already taken down what he presumed to be the strongest and he hungered for more. He looked into each and everyone of their eyes, studied them, analysed them and unnerved them before he heard a faint click from behind him. He turned around quickly and smirked at the man glaring at him, finger on the trigger, ready to unload a magazine into him.

“You’re a brave one” Dragon hissed

Before the man knew it, Dragon was on him, hand wrapped tightly around his throat, crushing the life out of him, slowly consuming his soul before tossing his lifeless body to the ground. He wasn’t hanging around for his next target and moved onto the next one, ending them swiftly as he removed the blade he had tucked in his boot and slashed the man’s throat, leaving them to choke and drown in their own blood. The next one, he turned the gun on them and coldly put a bullet between their eyes. There was no fear, no hesitation or mercy shown from Dragon and in no time, he had made light work of the men sent to take him down. Only one still stood, the weak link, whom Dragon calmly approached, an easy smile on his lips.

“It would be too easy to end you” He said calmly, smirking at the way the man shook at the sight of him, relieving himself in fear as Dragon stood before him “Instead, I’ll let you suffer with the nightmares that will follow, reliving every moment you stood and done nothing to save them. I think for a coward like you, that would be more fitting”

He gently patted the man’s shoulder and calmly walked away from him. The alarms within the dock were still sounding but it didn’t put him off his stride, he shoved his blood soaked hands into his pockets and walked out the dock nonchalantly, smirking when he saw the police rolling up, screaming through the entrance and not even batting an eyelid at the man calmly walking away from the scene of the crime.

What he left behind was a horrific sight, a large pool of blood covered the floor, bodies discarded, most were intact but some were missing eyes, some had their skulls blown apart and there was one man, left alive and muttering nonsense, speaking of a man with white eyes and insane strength tearing through his team. Yet from what the police could see, he was the one holding the gun, he was the threat and the man to be put into cuffs. A well played move by Dragon, one that would surely get the attention of his foes.

Titan of course, had watched the slaughter from a distance. Needless to say he was impressed with the way Dragon had handled himself but he knew the others would see it another way, more reckless than innovative. He was prepared for the onslaught of criticism and scaving comments that would soon follow and his response would be to direct their concerns to Polar, who he knew would back Dragon.

He made his way back to the abandoned Worth street station and walked to the platform where Polar sat on his throne, watching the empty tunnel in anticipation for a train to go by.

“I heard someone made quite the entrance” Polar said calmly, not even turning his head to look at Titan.

“Ay… He decided to push his boundaries.” Titan replied as he thought it best to remain in the shadows.

“Dock drops aren’t supposed to be that chaotic, they were designed to allow those who chose to go along, to feast in peace” Polar replied as he rose from his throne “Did he grow bored?”

“I would say he fancied himself a challenge, yes” Titan replied

“The others returned complaining of being forced to ditch their meal, some spoke of their concern for Dragon, claiming he is wild, reckless and possibly insane” Polar mentioned as he turned his head towards Titan “But you already knew that”

“Sir-”

“You owe them a meal, Titan, however this little escapade has shown to me that Dragon is more than ready for more than Dock drops and easy pickings, he craves carnage and chaos so we up his level. I’ll put him with the seekers” Polar replied

The seekers. They are the Banished that purposefully cause problems and disguise them as freak accidents. The blackout in New York was caused by them, an incident created in order to allow the Banished to devour souls and cause a shake up, while under the guise of it being a freak incident and whilst that incident occurs, the seekers get their fill as well. They get the best of both worlds and there is never a dull moment, something that Dragon would prefer, than be bored out of his skull with easy missions.

“The more opportunities we can create, the more we disrupt the reapers and what better way than to use someone with a nose for chaos, to our advantage. Spice this war up a little” Polar replied as he stretched his limbs and cracked his neck. “And that apprentice of Lee is the final piece of the puzzle. The key to their demise and it will be oh so sweet to watch”

So, as you can see, Polar upped the stakes, setting his weapon loose on the world early and relishing the carnage he created along the way, which meant that things were about to get even worse for the reapers and the screw being turned even more on Adder, exactly what Polar wanted in order for the balance to tilt in their favour

But this war isn’t one Polar wanted to be done quickly, this war was one that would take time and precision. There were strategic points that Polar would hit over time and there were those he would hit hard and fast, staying unpredictable and keeping his enemies on edge. It was all part of the endgame he had in mind, a slow steady build up to the collapse of the reapers and the balance and the start of his domination.

The cold, lifeless bodies that lay on the floor of the docks acted as a warning, a warning of things to come as more souls became lost. Police and fire crews, trying desperately to figure out what had happened but all they had was a gibbering wreck telling them about a man with white eyes, a man possessed by a demon of some description, that made light work of his comrades. A description was given but they deemed the man clinically insane, suffering with potential schizophrenia and needing to be put into a high security asylum.

All of this was being overseen, by reapers who heard the alarms coming from the docks but were too late to save anyone, reapers who were not used to seeing this level of carnage in their area and as expected it caused panic among them. They had no choice but to seek out advice from someone they deemed as being experienced enough to handle the situation and they chose Lee. Thankfully Adder was put to bed when the news was broken to Lee and Felix.

Both of them sat quietly as they processed the news that had been given to them.They had raised it another level, they were becoming more bold and brazen with their actions but Lee couldn’t stop thinking about who they described and who he knew that matched that description.

“It can’t be, the last I saw of him, he was nearly crushed by the beast within” Lee uttered in disbelief.

“Who would that be Lee?” Felix asked gently

“If It’s who I think it is, we are entering a new dangerous phase of this never ending battle between us and The banished.” Lee warned “He’s found a way to lure out Adder’s dark side”

“Lee, who is it?” Felix asked again

“It was the man who found him before us, who put him through hell and helped birth the beast. He called himself Red Dragon” Lee replied, holding Felix’s gaze “He was the only one brave enough, to laugh in his face and put a bullet between his eyes and he wasn’t phased by the beast. He wasn’t even a part of the Banished...he was human at that point and he showed no fear in front of Adder and the beast.”

“...Oh no” Felix replied quietly

“There is no telling what he can do and there is no telling how Adder will react either. Polar has raised the stakes and we need to hope their paths never cross.”

[diabolicalacid]

birds of a feather : those three words

warning/s : suggestive content, smut, minors DNI

OCTOBER 20, 11:21 PM

location— yn’s dorm room

it wasn’t an easy decision for you to make. not by any means. there were umpteen considerations and an equal number of reconsiderations. it took you a total of two hours to come to the conclusion that this needs to be done, and it needs to be done before it’s too late. you need to go over to atsumu miya’s place and confront him. you need to interrogate him regarding his intentions with you. that’s the only way you can put your heart to ease.

it isn’t that he hasn’t already been clear enough regarding the prospects of your relationship. you know he just wants to be with you for the sex. this time, however, your concern is different. you don’t mind the fact that him and you are only in a casual relationship right now. it’s just that you don’t wish to become the tool he’s using to rekindle the flame with his ex girlfriend.

if that’s the case, you’re ready to separate yourself from him once and for all. with your dignity on the line, you believe you’ll force yourself to do it one way or another. though history is a witness that you’ve failed to back off from him twice before this, you’re willing to make the sacrifice this time around if it means whatever remains of your readily dissipating pride will be preserved.

however, that’s just one aspect of your untimely visit to him. the second lies in the fact that you need to be comforted right now. and somehow, of all the people you know, you can only think of atsumu to run to. you do realise that it was your fault for treating tobio poorly at the party, but he overstepped the boundary saying all those mean things to you, and obviously, you’re hurt. you need someone who can make you feel better, and lately, the source of your comfort has been atsumu miya.

whatever tobio had to say about you was unwarranted for, and it broke your heart, but you didn’t think you had it in yourself to drag it out furthermore and rest your case in front of him for him to assess and understand where you’re coming from. you think giving him some time to think things through is the right thing to do. you aren’t sure if your friendship will ever translate back to what it once was. but right now isn’t the time to think about that. you need a break from him and he needs to thoroughly think regarding what he has done. so do you.

there’s some amount understanding in your heart, but mostly it’s just flooded with anger for him. you know him enough to know that he probably meant none of what he said, and even if he did, he only meant a part of it, not all of the outlandish shit he had the nerve to utter. but the ache in your heart won’t dissipate just because most of what fell out of his mouth was only a result of his anger towards the situation the two of you have been dragged into.

you think you’re upset not because of the things he said about you, but because he said those so nonchalantly. as your best friend, he should’ve thought it through at least once, but that wasn’t the case. then again, as his best friend you shouldn’t have ditched him either, and that wasn’t the case. you know it goes both ways, and the way he’s allowed to be angry, so are you. except, your anger has so far only translated into hours of sobbing on the bedroom floor, cussing him out while the only audience of the spectacle is your own self.

but in the midst of the misery, you also tried to contemplate your next move, and after running through your options countless times, in front of an empty canvas that was supposed to harbour one your incomplete assignments, you decided you want to go over to atsumu’s place. whether if it’s for the confrontation or for the comfort, or for both, you aren’t so sure about. all you know is that you need to get out of your room and make it to his place somehow.

you depart off the bedroom floor and walk over to the window. peeking through the glass, you realise it’s pouring outside. you aren’t sure if it’s a good idea to leave right now. considering the weather isn’t exactly cooperative and you don’t have a car of your own, maybe you should reconsider your decision. you could ask shoyou to drop you off, but he’ll just fight you and try to ward you off from going over to atsumu’s place. going out on your own in heavy rain at such an ungodly hour isn’t wise either, but you know that if you don’t leave your room, you’ll soon suffocate in the loneliness offered by its enclosure.

so you lock in the decision to go over to his place once and for all, trailing over to your wardrobe to grab a pair of fresh clothes. you enter the bathroom, wash your face and dry it off using a hand towel. you walk out and change into something amicable. though your eyes look puffy and red, making it apparent that you’ve been crying for a while, you still take a seat in front of your mirror and make the effort to put on some make up.

you lift your purse off the bed and walk out of your room, locking the door as you leave. you fish around your purse to look for your cellphone. unlocking it, you’re presented with the texts and calls sent by atsumu that you ignored because you were too busy crying your heart out earlier.

you sigh, unsure if you’ll be welcomed by him considering you chose to blatantly ignore him, though your reasons were valid, and you know he’ll be quite pissed about it. but the least you can do for yourself is that you can try. you need to try because you need someone to take your mind off tobio kageyama and you need to hear atsumu himself confirm that he isn’t using you to pursue his ex girlfriend.

OCTOBER 20, 12:12 AM

location— atsumu miya’s apartament

with soaking wet clothes sticking to your skin, water dripping off your open hair and feet adorned by a pair of damp socks and damp shoes, you stand in front of atsumu’s door. you’re breathless from the running because you wanted to make it to his place as quickly as possible, and you’re cold from the rain because you forgot to carry along your umbrella, and you were too lazy to sneak back into your room after curfew in order to grab it.

you take a deep breath before you press the doorbell and wait for him to answer. your arms wrap around your body to shield yourself from the cold and your vision seems to be blurring. you start feeling dizzy, you start feeling as if you’re about to lose your balance. you press the doorbell once again, hoping he’ll respond quicker before your body lets go of your consciousness.

a voice speaks through the intercom, “who’s there?” it doesn’t belong to atsumu, but it’s familiar, and you know it’s osamu’s.

though you’ve only met the man once and that too in a very awkward setting when he walked in on atsumu and you making out in broad daylight, you’re still quite familiar with his voice. you suppose atsumu invited his brother to stay the night when you chose not to respond to his invitation. that cuts your chance of being welcomed to less than half.

your voice shudders, cracking as you respond, “i-it’s m-me.”

“sorry, who?” osamu questions once again, unable to recognise your voice that kept breaking as you spoke into the mic.

you respond once again, walking closer to the mic, raising your voice, trying not to stutter, “it’s m-me, yn.”

osamu drops the pair of chopsticks onto the kitchen island, and gets off the high stool to walk to the front door. he calls out to his brother, informing, “tsumu, it seems froyo girl is here.”

just the mention of your nickname is enough to alert atsumu. receiving the information, he quickly turns the knob the other way, shutting off the source of water and jumps out of the shower. he dries himself and quickly puts on a pair of shorts and a tee, propping the towel over his wet hair. he rushes out of the bathroom in order to receive you.

sure, he was a little pissed at you when you ignored his texts and calls. if you didn’t want to join him for dinner, you could’ve informed him. but for the most part, he was worried about you. and now that you’re here, he cannot find it in himself to pretend that he’s angry. if anything, he’s feeling giddy and excited from the head to toe as he walks over to the door to welcome you inside, drying his hair using a towel on his way there.

osamu opens the door for you. he finds you completely drenched in rain water, shivering at his brother’s doorstep as you’re holding onto yourself for life. you look a little disoriented as you try to smile at him but your lips barely curl up into one. your eyes appear to be drooping, like you’re about to pass out, but you still manage to greet him, maffling, “hey, osamu.”

he approaches you, putting a hand over your shoulder, inquiring in concern, “hey, you okay?”

“i think so?” you mutter, barely audible with you boice still shaky, taking a step forward to enter into the apartment.

your body gives in. you’re tired from the all the running and extremely cold because of the weather, and before you get a chance to walk into the genkan, you collapse unknowing to oneself.

osamu catches your unconscious body just in time. he lifts you in his arms and carries you inside, closing the door behind him, pushing it using his foot. he takes you into the living room, wanting to put you on the couch before he can ask his brother to overtake and overlook the matter at hand.

atsumu enters the premises to find your body in his brother’s arms. to say the least, he doesn’t understand what’s going on. however the sight doesn’t enrage him. he decides to implore instead. he puts the towel on his head onto the chair of the dining table and walks over to the two of you, close enough that he’s able to put two and two together to some extent.

inspecting the state you’re in, he inquires, running his hand over your forehead, “what’s going on, samu?”

osamu explains, walking up to the couch, “she showed up soaked in rain and collapsed.”

“i don’t know what happened, but she looks like she has been crying.” he shrugs, guessing as he puts your body on the couch.

atsumu follows his brother’s trail. he squats down onto the floor next to the couch where you’re lying. he gets rid of your shoes soaked and dripping of water and tosses them such that they end up in the genkan. he also relieves you of your pair of wet socks.

with you under his watch, he’s able to gauge the state of you, but nothing he can think of seems to explain how you ended up the way you did. perplexed, he exclaims to himself, “what the hell even happened?”

“i think i’m going to leave.” osamu announces, grabbing his jacket resting on the arm of the couch. he also takes a hold of his keys from the coffee table and starts walking towards the door.

he turns around, making an offer, “unless, of course, you need some help.”

“i just don’t want to intrude your privacy.” he reasons, eagerly waiting on atsumu to give a verdict in this case.

atsumu agrees, “yea, you should probably leave.”

“she’s running a fever, but i think i can manage.” he affirms as he puts his hand to your forehead, feeling your skin burning up against his own.

“i think yn would prefer if we’re alone.” he says, making an assumption on your behalf as he takes your hand into his own.

osamu nods, grabbing his helmet from the coat rack, before walking out of the door, “yea, right.”

atsumu waves, greeting as he watches his brother leave through the door, “bye, drive safe.”

once his brother is out of the door, atsumu takes your body into his arms and walks over to his bedroom. he puts you onto his bed, nonchalant that his bed sheet will be wetted by your damp self. he takes a seat on the edge of the bed right next to you. he puts the back of his hand against your head to confirm that you’re running a temperature.

he opens the drawer of the bedside table to pull out a thermometer. he slips the tip of device into your mouth and holds it inside until he hears the alarm beeping. taking it out of your mouth, he checks the reading. it’s blinking on the rectangular screen at a hundred. he sighs, placing the lid on the tip of the device and puts it inside the drawer where it was retrieved from.

he isn’t sure what to do next. he doesn’t know if you’ll be okay if he were to change you out of your wet clothes. it’s not that he hasn’t seen you naked before, it’s just that he doesn’t know how appropriate it will be if it’s non consensual. but it needs to be done regardless. allowing you to stay in your wet clothes any longer will only prove to be detrimental for your health. you need to be changed into dry clothes and you need to be warmed up.

atsumu walks into the bathroom and grabs a towel for you. he returns to your side and starts by taking your shirt off. when you feel his doubtful fingers running over your chest, fidgeting around to pull down the zipper of your tube top, you open your eyes and find him hovering over you, trying to undress you.

you don’t react haphazardly since you don’t mind whatever he was trying to do. you’re well aware that he doesn’t have any bad intentions. however, you do signal him to stop, grabbing a hold of his hand as you raise your body off the bed. he backs off and the ends of your mouth perk up at the sight him.

you babble as you yawn, “hey.”

“good morning, kitten.” atsumu smiles back at you, putting a hand against your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin.

you put your hand against his own for a moment before you take it off your cheek. you ask, drowsy, but inquisitive, “what’s going on here?”

“i’d like to know that as well.” he shrugs, pursing his lips, making it apparent that he’s unaware of the circumstances.

you rephrase so that he understands better, “i meant why were you trying to undress me?”

“oh that,” he puts his hand against the nape of his neck, awkward as he tries to clarify, “i was trying to change your clothes.”

“i’m sorry.” he apologises, “if i overstepped.”

you shake your head, denying, “not at all.”

“you weren’t trying to do anything bad.” you shrug, leaning in to hug him close. you end up wetting his shirt in the process as your bodies stick close, but he doesn’t mind. he doesn’t mind that he might end up with a fever tomorrow as well. what really matter is that you’re alright and you’re with him now. he no longer has to worry about you.

he kisses you on the cheek, telling you, “you showed up at my place dripping wet and running a fever.”

“you better explain yourself, kitten.” he raises his brow at you and takes your hand to put it in his, wrapping his other one around it. he rubs your hand for a while before he lifts it in order to kiss it.

you confess, voice still shuddering because your body is still cold, “i don’t really remember much except that i left my dorm to come to you.”

“it’s okay.” he blinks his eyes at you to pacify you and smiles at you, soft as ever as he places the fresh towel over your shoulders and wraps it around your shivering body.

“you don’t have to remember anything, i don’t care.” he reassures you, putting his hands to your cheeks and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

he withdraws, smiling at you as he kisses the corner of your lips, “you’re here, that’s all that matters, love.”

the newly acquired nickname doesn’t phase you. you don’t think much of it. at this point, you’re used to atsumu’s sweet talk as it is. you sigh, shifting back to lean against the headboard of his master bed. you put your palm over his cheek, caressing it, tiredly smiling back at him, “thank you.”

without a forewarning, he gets off the bed and walks into his closet to retrieve some clothes for you. you sit there, waiting for him, trying to recall whatever happened only for your sake. but your efforts don’t seem to work because your body is sick and exhausted. however, a little more thinking and a little while later, you’re able to recall the events of the night— your fight with tobio, shoyou’s revelation regarding atsumu’s intentions and your decision to visit him following just that.

he returns with fresh clothes for you to wear. it’s a shirt that he owns that’s probably too big for you, a pair of pants that looks your size, hinting that they belong to rin, and a sweater because you’re cold. he takes a seat next to you, placing the clothes in your lap for you to change into them.

“you should change.” he suggests, pushing the clothes closer to your body, “i’ll come back once you’re done.” he gets off the bed once again, turning around to walk out of the bedroom to offer you some privacy.

you throw the clothes he offered you to the side and jump out of the bed to follow him. you take him by the hand and stop him in his tracks, quaking, “wait.”

you don’t know what takes over you in the moment, but as soon as he turns around in response to your hand wrapping around his in order to stop him, you envelope your arms around him, embracing him tightly.

you kiss his shoulder, pleading to him, holding him tighter as you begin to sob lightly, “please stop.”

you mumble, nuzzling your head against his shoulder, “i just want to cry.”

you feel one of his arms wrapping around your waist and the other patting your head gently, questioning in a rather soft tone, “what’s wrong, yn?”

“i’m right here, love.” he soothes you, continuing to pat your head as he leans lower to place a kiss on your forehead.

“everything.” your voice cracks as tears begin streaming down your cheeks.

he reassures you, rubbing your back while he rocks you in his hold, “it’s okay, love, I’m here for you.”

he pulls out of the hug and wipes the tears wetting your cheeks using the palm of his hand before he kisses you and pulls you into his warm embrace once again. you hold him tighter, close to yourself, admitting, “i need to talk about tobio.”

“you can tell me anything that’s on your mind, love.” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, drawing circles on your back, “i’m right here for you, okay.”

you change your mind about tobio. you think it’s atsumu who needs to be discussed prior to you crying your heart out to him regarding your ex best friend. you won’t waste another breath on the man in front of you if he’s only aiming to use you as his tool to acquire back whatever he lost with rin tohsaka.

so you gulp down your doubt and ask him to his face, backing away from his hold, “am i just a tool to you?”

“what?” he crows at you, stitching his brows together, quite confused about the question directed at him.

you sigh, elaborating, “sho told me that you posted me because you wanted to make rin tohsaka jealous.”

“so tell me, are you only using me to get her back?” you ask in a firm tone, raising your voice at him, though it cracks somewhere along the way owing to your nervousness. but you’ve stopped crying and you sound as threatening as you possibly can.

your voice falters as a cry irks at your throat, but you still choose to go on, “because if that’s the case, i will walk away from you.” you step away from him and walk over to the bed.

you take a seat on the edge, putting your palm over your chest to calm yourself down. you feel your heart beating rapidly, wanting to bounce out as it anticipates the answer it wants to hear from the man, not otherwise. you want him to deny the allegations and reassure you that there’s been a misunderstanding.

your pride is not big by any means, but it’s considerable enough for you to abandon him if he’s only toying around with you, using you as a tool for his devious scheme. however, you don’t want your relationship to end. whatever you have with him, real or not, you wish to preserve. because lately, it’s been something you’ve been looking forward to, which is why you want him to be genuine rather than a traitor.

“that son of a—“ atsumu hisses at the mention of shoyou’s deed of spilling the beans to you.

you look up at him, disappointed in his response. it’s nothing like you expected it to be, and he’s quick to sense your disapproval of him. he realises that now isn’t the time to be pissed at his naive teammate who did something he was clearly warned against.

he should probably apologise to you and clear out the misunderstanding that has risen between the two of you out of the blue. that will turn out to be more beneficial for him rather than seething at shoyou and his big mouth. his priority should be to preserve your relationship because really, no part of him wants to lose you. he wouldn’t dare to admit it out loud, but he isn’t willing to risk losing you over something stupid he did out of spite. he really does like you. his affection towards you, although not translating to love yet, as much as he wants to convince himself otherwise, is nothing short of genuine.

if he’s the reason you had to rush to his place in such heavy rain, and if he’s the reason you’re running a fever, the least he can do is put forth an explanation for you, and tell you that it was never his intention to make use of you in order to pursue a relationship that can never be rekindled. in fact, he is least interested in pursuing rin tohsaka all over again. his pride won’t allow him to walk all the way back to her, to get to his knees and beg at her feet for her to apply him back into her life. your own might be negligible, but his pride is one that soars. if anything, he has his eyes set on you, and you only. for now at least, you’re his pursuit.

atsumu wastes no time rushing over to you. he falls to his knees and sits in front of you, reduced to the floor, taking your hands in his, pleading, “yn, please, hear me out.”

“why should i?” you scoff at him, dropping his hands that were holding onto you

he holds on to your legs, bowing his head in shame as he begs, “please, i can explain myself.”

“i really don’t want to lose this.” his voice cracks as he pleads to you, holding on to you tighter.

you mewl as you feel his nails digging into you, hurting your skin, “stop, let me go first.” you push his hands off your feet.

“let me explain myself, please.” he requests, looking up at you with an apologetic expression on his face. his hands grab your own once again.

you decide to give him a chance, hoping that he redeems himself for the sake of the two of you and your relationship, or whatever you want to call it at this point. “go on.” you mutter, sighing as you attempt to pull out your hands from his hold, but he squeezes them tighter, securing them.

he begins, running through the words in his trial to explain the situation to you, “i truly have no intention of going back to her.”

“i mean it, i really do.” he insists, dropping his head into your lap, continuing, huffing for breath because he’s nervous and in a rush to clear his side of the story, “i only posted you to make rin and kageyama jealous.”

“it was in the heat of the moment. it meant nothing.” he stops in his tracks, lifting your hand in order to kiss it, then continues, “i just wanted her to know that i’m happy despite the fact that she dumped me.”

“i don’t want her back, yn.” he confesses, holding onto your hands tighter, assuring you, “if there’s someone i would want to be with, it would be you.”

you chuckle, withdrawing your hand from his hold and place it on his cheek. you rub his cheek gently, scoffing, “but you just don’t want a relationship right now, am i right?”

“yea.” he nods, stopping the motion of your fingers against his skin when he takes your hand and entwines his fingers in your own.

he confides, raising himself from the ground to take a seat next to you, “but whenever i do want one, it will probably be with you.”

you hum and nod, dismissing the fact that he’s still in doubt about what the future holds for the two of you. you can only hope one day he’ll be able to see that you’re someone worth sharing some kind of a love with. someday, whenever atsumu is ready for a relationship, whenever he does move on from tohsaka rin, you hope he realises that there’s no one better for him than you are.

that’s not to say you entirely believe him when he says he doesn’t want her back anymore. you suppose you’ll just have to keep your guard up until further notice, until you’re sure he’s being genuine with you. but until that moment arrives, you know you’ll be walking on thin ice around him. however, that doesn’t matter to you, because something you’re aware of won’t end up hurting you. you’re willing to play with fire for a moment of pleasure.

if you expect him to break your heart, and in the scenario that it ends up happening, you’ll be prepared for it. you decide, in the end it doesn’t really matter. for now, at least, you have atsumu to lean on and that fact in itself makes you feel better in the moment.

you chuckle, sighing, smiling at him tiredly, finding it rather absurd, “you said you did it to make tobio jealous too? really?”

“yes, i don’t like the fact that he likes you too.” he admits, scrunching his face in dismissal of tobio’s feelings for you.

you scoot closer to him and move your face in proximity to his, putting your hand over his cheek, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, teasing him, “are you scared i’ll run off with him?”

“yes, kind of.” he confesses, kissing the exact spot on your neck where he rendered a hickey the other night.

he comments, running his fingers over the spot where the mark once lay, but your foundation lies now, “you hid it quite well.”

you grasp his chin in your hold, lifting his face to examine the corner of his mouth where you left a love mark to claim him, criticising, “and you clearly didn’t.” you can see the discoloured skin peeking through a poor attempt of applying foundation.

you kiss him on the spot, then straddle over his lap, folding your legs around his back and your hands around his neck, resting your head in the crook of his neck, assuring him, “you don’t have to worry, tsumu.” his arms circle around you in response.

“i like you so much, and i don’t like him like that at all.” you babble, voice muffled by your very tired yawn and the fact that your face is buried into his skin.

you tell him, shrugging, pursing your lips, “besides, we had a big fight, so nevermind.”

he lightly pats your back using one hand while ruffling your hair using the other, asking, “do you want to talk about it?”

“no.” you decline, clarifying, “not right now. maybe some other day.”

atsumu affirms, depositing a quick kiss at the corner of your lips, “anytime you want, love.”

“i’m right here.” his embrace around you tightens and you smile softly to yourself knowing that you’re receiving the comfort you came looking for.

you mumble, kissing the border of his jaw, “i’m so tired, tsumu.”

“i know, love.” he whispers to you, rubbing circles on your back. he kisses your shoulder, suggesting once again, “but i really think you need to take a hot bath and change into something fresh and dry.”

“i’ll run you a bath and cook you some dinner.” he says, ruffling your hair as he gets off the bed with you still clinging onto him like a koala to an eucalyptus tree.

“no.” you refute his proposal, looking him in the eye as you smirk at him, “you should help me take a bath.”

you tease him, gripping the back of his neck, whispering into his ear, “won’t you, tsumu?”

“you’re sick but you’re still horny.” he jokes, bursting into a loud laugh.

he kisses you on the neck, then continues to place a trail of soft feathery kisses, descending to finally reach your breasts. you’re coaxed to whimper at the touch of his lips against your burning skin specifically when he approaches your breasts.

he stops at the neckline of your tube top that follows the curvature of your boobs, grinning at you, sighing, “what am i even going to do with you, love?”

“nothing, just humour me for now.” you beam back at him, albeit yours is a little tired because you’re running a temperature, before you kiss his forehead, hugging him tighter.

“i’m going to put you down now and draw a bath for us.” he declares, placing you on the edge of the bed, walking towards the bathroom, “i’ll call you inside when it’s ready.”

you hum in response, then acknowledge a recent memory, mentioning, “i had a lot of fun cooking dinner with you the other day.”

“let’s do it again, please.” you appeal to him, offering him an affectionate smile, and he turns around on his way to respond to your request.

he nods, smiling right back at you, “alright, we will.”

he walks into the bathroom and over to the edge of tub. he turns the first knob around, allowing the bathtub to be filled by steaming hot water. once the tub is filled halfway, he turns the second knob, allowing the cold water to flow in, in order to adjust the temperature.

he adds liquid soap to the water, frothing it and giving it a pleasant smell. although he isn’t well versed with it, he still ends up grabbing one of rin’s leftover bath bombs from the cabinet and drops it into the water. it’s a rose bath bomb that paints the water pinkish red in colour.

bored of waiting on atsumu to call for you once he’s done, you decide to join him voluntarily. you walk over to the bathroom and lean against the doorframe, peeking inside to check on his progress. you catch a glimpse of him sitting on the edge of the bathtub, inspecting the temperature of the water by dipping his fingers into it.

you walk in, as stealthily as possible and attempt to push him into the bathtub, but you fail as a result of the lack of energy due to your fever. the force exerted by you is nowhere close to enough to make his large body tumble off the edge into the water.

you whine, knitting your brows together, frustrated at your failure, “ugh.”

he smirks at the defeated look etched into your face, quipping at you, “you sad, kitten?”

“don’t worry, i got you, love.” he winks at you, laughing as pulls you into the water along with himself.

the two of you land inside the tub with a huge splash of water that decorates the transparent glass of the shower screen and the ceramic tiles behind you. you land right into his lap and his arms wrap around you from the hindside.

you squeal at the impact, slapping his thigh, “what the hell, atsumu?”

“you were the one being mischievous, love.” he chuckles, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, teasing you, “i just repaid your favour.”

you roll your eyes and scoff at him, unwrapping his arms from around your waist, condemning his action, “you didn’t need to.”

freeing yourself from his hold, you attempt to find yourself a better position compared to the one you’re caulked in with him. the two of you surely struggle quite a bit, shifting from one position into another, but somehow manage to sit up facing each other.

you look him in the eye and can’t help but erupt into a laugh thinking back on what just happened. although you sound quite tired, your laugh is still contagious enough to diseases him, and he ends up responding with one in return. at some point, you both stop laughing in unison and look at each other with smiles lining your lips.

atsumu shifts closer to you and puts his hand against your head, pulling you in for kiss. you let your lips part slightly, allowing his tongue to enter inside. it tangles with your own, dominating the kiss. you can taste the champagne he must’ve shared with osamu earlier when the taste spreads over the surface of your tongue. you take a hold of his arms and squeeze them when you feel the dopamine pumping through your veins in response to the movements of his tongue within you. you indulge in his dominance for a while before you draw yourself away from the kiss, a stupid smile of satisfaction tugging at your lips.

he looks at you with desperate eyes, muttering in the proximity of your lips, holding onto your cheek, and you can feel the weight of his words against your lips, “you’re so beautiful, love.”

there’s a pin drop silence that surrounds you for a good minute, and you don’t know why it came to exist. your eyes deflect away from his, and you fix your gaze on the rose coloured water surrounding you. you drag yourself away from him, dropping his arm off your cheek.

you comment, breaking the ice, curling your lips into a small smile that is barely noticeable, “smells good.” you’re barely audible to him.

“thank you, tsumu.” you finally cut through the silence and look up to his face. he’s looking away as well, attention fixed on the hazy image of the bathroom sink visible to him from the shower screen adulterated by fog and water droplets.

you blurt out, unknowing to your own self, “i love you.”

you aren’t sure what brought it on. you just said it in the heat of the moment because it’s the only thing that felt right to your heart. though you’re quite sure it didn’t feel right to your head at all. you aren’t even sure if you meant it when you said it. but in the moment, that’s all you wanted to say to him, and it was all that was willing to come out of your mouth.

however, as soon as you said it, there was a pang of regret that shot through your heart. maybe you shouldn’t have listened to your stupid heart in the first place. by experience, it has landed you nowhere good so far. if only you wouldn’t have said those three words to him, you wouldn’t be biting your lips, looking at him in the anticipation that he didn’t hear what you had to convey.

you shouldn’t have said those three words to him, because now it means you may have to face the possibility of losing him. someone who only wants a relationship based on the pleasure derived from sex won’t accept those words coming from the one opposite to them. someone who only wants physical intimacy won’t let feelings get in the way of their pleasure. not atsumu miya of all people. if not you, he’ll fish out another woman for himself to play around with.

he turns to look at you, a blank expression on his usually egoistic face. you put your hands to your mouth, coming clean to him in a haste, stuttering words spilling all around the space you’re enclosed in, “sorry, i didn’t mean it.”

there’s another moment of nothingness that follows. he just stares at you in the moment. his blank expression changes into something more somber. his eyes soften as he looks at your nervous self. you look into his eyes to gauge a reaction, but there’s nothing they speak of, and even if they do, you’re unable to figure it out. you instantly look away, nervous hand scratching your head, while you’re unsure what to do next.

he shifts his body ahead, closer to you and puts his hand behind your head, thrusting your face closer to his own, pulling you in for a kiss. his arm wraps around your waist, dragging your body closer to himself until yours crashes against his. you pull apart just a moment or two into the kiss, unsure what any of this truly means. you were expecting him to lash out at you, but his reaction caught you off guard instead. you weren’t expecting him to kiss you, you were expecting to be rejected by him. that too, brutally. just the way he did when you initially proposed a sound relationship with him.

the particular moment however, the one where he kissed you in response to your untimely confession, you aren’t sure how to process or react to.

he mumbles, lips brushing past yours before kissing you once again, “don’t say that, love.”

you aren’t sure if his words are meant for your irresolute confession, or if they’re meant for what followed, meaning your denial to the said confession. whatever it is, you refrain from asking, too busy being engulfed by his passionate kiss.

with his lips still glued to your own, his hand travels over your chest and effortlessly unzips your tube top, allowing it to the fall into the water around you. he picks it up and throws it outside the shower. he pulls back from the kiss and smirks at your pink lingerie, impressed that you came prepared for the occasion. he doesn’t waste any time unhooking your brasier next, tossing it outside the shower.

this is followed by a second kiss. you pull away from the kiss, certainly breathless and proceed to pull his shirt off him. you then approach his pants and slide them off him, followed by his underwear. he pushes you off with a force just strong enough to pin you against the wall of the bathtub. he pulls your pants off you. his fingers travel up your thigh steadily and reach for the lace bordering your pink underwear. he pulls at the elastic strap, sliding it down your thighs, then tossing it out of the premises.

he puts his arm around your waist, dragging you closer until you’re straddled on top of him with your arms wrapped around his, seeking support. he nuzzles his head between your breasts, commenting, “you smell so good, love.”

“like peaches.” he guesses, aggressively sniffing your chest to take in the scent of you.

he kisses your cleavage, looking up at you, inquiring, “what are you wearing?”

he gives you no time to respond and starts fondling with your nipples using his fingers. the feeling of his touch against your sensitive spot urges you to moan as you respond, “i— ah, i used a new body wash.”

“great choice, now i want to eat you out even more.” he smirks at you, raising his brow as his fingers continue to tease you, brushing over your nipples, inciting you to whimper furthermore.

he moves onto suck your nipples one after the other, making you cry loudly in response to the pleasure stirred up by the stimulation. his fingers find a way to slip into your cunt while his lips are still stuck to your nipple. he’s quick to discover your clitoris, teasing you down there when he touches the spot and instantly withdraws without properly pleasuring you.

you complain, scrunching your face, “don’t tease me like that, tsumu.”

he looks into your eyes, chuckling as his hand caresses your cheek, “alright, i’m sorry, love.”

“you have this bad habit.” you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder playfully before biting the cartilage of his ear, babbling, “don’t do that.”

he nods, parting his lips into a wide grin as he kisses your neck, then your shoulder, “okay, i won’t.”

his fingers move over your clit, then gently squeeze the spot, hoping to turn you on and make you cum. you moan the moment your body feels aroused by his manoeuvre. he draws you in for a kiss, swiftly sliding his tongue inside your mouth. the combination of the action of his fingers down there and the effort of his mouth is enough to force you to cum.

your fluid drips down his fingers. quite satisfied at the reaction of your body, he pushes his fingers deeper inside inside your pussy. you whimper in response to his digits being thrust insides of you. once he’s deep enough, he makes circles inside your cunt, looking forward to stimulate your g spot.

he playfully bites your nipple, simultaneously performing a come hither motion inside your cunt. you squeal loudly in response to his teeth triggering the nerves around your nipple, and his fingers profoundly pleasuring you down there. he lips continue to explore the territory around your nipple while his skilful fingers are still within you. when the dopamine surges and you can’t take it anymore, you scratch your nails against his back, screaming out loud.

he doesn’t stop at that and continues his desperate deed, urging you to moan even louder, “t-tsumu, ah.”

when his fingers manoeuvring inside your cunt finally find your g spot and stimulate it, you scratch his back once again, moaning out loud. you’re warranted to cum once again. he looks at you in satisfaction with a wide grin plastered across his face, sliding his fingers dripping with your cum out of your pussy.

he takes hold of your chin, lifting it up until your eyes align with his. he smirks at your dazed self, leaning close to whisper against your ear, “you were great, my love.”

“now, please me too.” he commands, voice raised and firm. his hand moves your hair out of the way as his lips approach your neck in order to kiss you.

you hum as you feel his dick rise under you. you shift backwards, sliding your body off him and you’re met with his massive erection. his huge, veiny, erect dick that’s waiting to be thrust inside of your pussy stares you in the face.

you offer atsumu a derpy smile, spreading your legs, giving him the green light to go ahead. his fingers entwine with yours, pinning your hands to the side of your head. he thrusts his massive dick inside your cunt that’s a little tiny to accommodate it. the feeling of his penis sliding inside of you forcefully makes you respond in an impulse.

you moan out loud, “a-ah, tsumu, you’re so big.”

“and that’s good, isn’t it?.” he questions in a playful tone, raising his brow at you, sneering at the satisfied but needy expression on your face as he thrusts his dick in and out your pussy.

you nod, panting, “y-yea, it is.”

“good, because all i want is to pleasure you.” he smiles down on you, kissing your lips as he continues to move his dick in and out of you.

everytime his large, veiny dick slides against your walls and hits your cervix, you smile in satisfaction but also whimper because his penis is just too big for your cunt to take. watching you overwhelmed because of him, he can’t help but be stimulated himself.

he announces, stroking your cheek with his finger, “i’m going to fill you up now, love.” you hum in response to him and you feel him cum inside your cunt, filling you up. his cum drips down your thigh, dissipating in the water around you.

he pulls his huge dick out of your pussy, grinning as he looks at your disheveled self. overstimulated by him, you’re completely dazed from the intimacy. he kisses you on the lips, smirking at you as he whispers, teasing you, “wanna go for round two, kitten?”

as pleasurable as being fucked by atsumu miya truly is, you don’t think you can take him inside of you anymore for the night. you’re just too tired to indulge at this point. maybe if you weren’t sick you would allow him to pleasure you furthermore. but right now you think you just want to take a shower and have something nice for dinner and head to bed.

you place your hand over his chest, applying whatever force you can to push him off to the side. you decline his offer, trying to catch a breath, “i think i’m done for the night, tsumu.”

“it’s okay, you did so good, love.” his lips curl into a soft smile, acknowledging your exhaustion as he rubs his thumb against your cheek, sitting right across you, “whatever you say goes.”

you straddle on top of him, wrapping your arms and legs around him, resting your head against his, smiling back at him as you suggest, “maybe we should just take a shower now.”

you continue, “change into some fresh clothes.”

“then you can cook something real nice for me.” you suggest playfully as you poke his cheek, looking at him expectantly, kissing his nose, “then we can watch a movie.”

he nods, accepting your request, enabling you to stretch your grin wider. you kiss him on the cheek, then purr his ear, “good boy.”

“alright, love, i will.” he concedes, quickly pecking you on your lips, “whatever you’d like.”

he asks, sighing, “does it have to be how to train your dragon?” he really hopes you say otherwise because as much as he adores you, he can’t stand watching the movie. to him, it’s just a kids’ movie.

you pretend to think over it for a while, like you’re actually considering choices. though you know you don’t mind not watching your favourite movie, you end up wanting to watch it each time around. “no, it can be anything.” you shrug, finally giving in, pulling his cheek, “but you better choose a good one.”

he nods, saluting you, “alright, sarge.”

“and i want the onigiri you promised.” you perk up, mentioning as you recall his text to you that said something about osamu’s onigiri. you look up at him with doe eyes, grinning like a cheshire cat.

he chuckles, shaking his head, “good thing osamu left some for tomorrow.”

“i love you, you’re the best.” you exclaim, pulling him in a kiss.

彡 tobio really thought yn would instantly forgive him and give him a second chance just because they were best friends.

彡 yn blocked tobio because she didn’t have it in herself to fight him anymore. she’ll probably unblock him soon.

彡 atsumu was about to rush to yn’s place because he was worried when she wasn’t responding, but decided not to because he wasn’t sure if she’d be okay with it.

彡 atsumu truly hated how to train your dragon when yn made him watch it for the first time, but he’s alright watching it again if that’s what she wants.

彡 obi chan and yn get along quite well, which is why atsumu thought of using her as bait to draw in yn.

彡 yn wanted to talk about whatever happened with tobio after the situation between her and atsumu looked fine, but she didn’t have the energy to.

彡 no comments about what happened in the rest of the chapter.

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