#all the love i was desperately trying to hold onto for them dissipated

[shittygothbitch]

OH FINALLY DONE

[sadhours]

better than ever

Steve Harrington x f!reader

cw: smut, 18+ minors dni, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex

Just something to remind y’all I’m still here ❤️

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Dehydrated. That’s how you feel. In the middle of the hottest month. Sticky and too warm and a little exhausted as you lay back on the bed. Hands tangled in sheets, trying to catch your breath as Steve licks you through what you think is your third or fourth orgasm of the day. In the haze of pleasure, your brains a lot fuzzy and Steve’s insatiable. Big hands gripping your thighs, moaning into you as he ruts against the damp sheets. He’s still dressed and you’re struggling to keep your eyes open.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me,” you mumble out, pushing his head away.

He hums, nips at your thigh before he sits back, smoothes his hands over your hips and grins wolfishly down at you, “They don’t call me King Steve for nothing.”

A roll of your eyes before you close them, unable to hold back the laugh. It’s a line. An absurdly dumb one so you say, “Nobody even calls you that anymore.”

The line worked though, you’re flushed and smiling ear to ear.

“Oh?” he squeezes your hips, “The first time I got you in bed you were screaming it. Remember?” He moans out mockingly, “Oh! King Steve! Yes! Right there, King Steve.”

You lazily kick his chest and roll over onto your stomach, reaching for a cup of water Steve so considerately placed on the nightstand for you. “I hate you,” you lie, feeling his hands grope your ass as you gulp down the water.

“I love you,” he mumbles out, voice sounding dazed as he jiggles your asscheeks in his hands. Then he squeezes and you feel his lips on the small of your back. Brings chills all the way up to the nape of your neck, makes you sigh before gulping down some more water.

After placing it back on the stand, you tell him, “Give me a break. Just a small one.”

“Five minutes?” he replies with a pout and you laugh, sit up and get your wobbly feet on the ground.

“Like an hour?” you offer as you turn around to look at him. He flips onto his back, looking pathetic as he puts on his best puppy dog face. Then your eyes skirt down to the tent in his pants. Ah. You can help him out. It’s only fair.

You smile and crawl back onto the bed, rubbing his hard on over his jeans as you kiss his lips softly. Steve hums, all pleased as he kisses back. You unbutton his jeans and he helps getting them wiggled down to his ankles. Your hand returns to the bulge, not as constrained by his briefs and you drag your tongue across his bottom lip. Earning a whine from him as you squeeze his cock just slightly. Steve makes the prettiest sounds. So soft and sweet. And the exhaustion you’d felt before dissipates. You want nothing more than to please Steve. Moving your hands to his stomach, you start pushing his shirt up and he gets the idea, helps pull it over his head and then he’s grabbing you for another kiss. This one is more hungry and desperate. Has you both writhing against each other and swapping muffled moans. Your hands run up his chest, skin soft and speckled with moles. They meet the tuft of hair decorated there, something you’re a little obsessed with. Makes Steve so manly. Sometimes you find yourself rubbing your face against it, loving the way it feels.

“Still need a break?” he mumbles against your lips, all smug.

You move your hand back down to his cock, squeeze it again and tell him, “Something needs my attention.”

“All yours,” he gasps, hand grabbing your waist before he licks into your mouth. Nasty in a way that’s unlike him. But he’s been particularly feral today.

You kiss down his jaw, neck, chest and abdomen until you reach the elastic of his briefs. Mouth his cock over the cotton, eyes up on him. His lips parted, soft groan slipping through as he rolls his hips up. Probably can’t help himself. With the way he was humping the mattress while he ate you out, you’re shocked he didn’t cum in his pants. Then again, Steve’s always had incredible stamina. Can fuck your for hours before he cums. Or if he does, he’s usually good to go again in an impressive time.

But you can’t wait anymore, you pull his underwear down and the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen springs out. Long, thick and curved just right. Pretty pink tip, leaking beautifully. Trimmed curly brown hair framing the thing. It’s a sight you’ll never tire of. Steve’s beautiful. Every goddamn inch. And he’s got a lot down there. You admire for a moment before you’re licking along the vein, then sliding your tongue against the edge of his head. Focus on the sweet spot for him and Steve’s moaning out, all pretty for you as he writhes against the bed.

You kitten lick against the spot, blinking all wide eyed up at him as he gazes down at you dreamily.

“You’re so pretty,��� he tells you, breathless.

You laugh, “You just saying that ‘cause I’m licking your cock?”

“No,” he gasps, “You just look extra pretty doing that.”

“So sweet to me,” you pout, wrapping your hand around the base of him. You spit, saliva dripping from your lips onto his flushed tip and down the side of his cock. You stroke him then, smearing the natural lube all over his cock. Slow movements of your hand up and down, gathering more saliva in your mouth before you lower your head and wrap your lips around his tip. Steve groans, hand immediately knotting into your hair and tilts his head back.

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes fluttering shut as you take him deeper. You use your hand to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth, drooling down his length. Squeezing your eyes as the tip of him reaches the back of your throat, breathing through your nose as you get used to the stretch.

And your core aches now. You long to feel that stretch inside your pussy. Growing wetter by the second as you bob your head up and down, sucking when you get to the tip. Steve’s cock pulses in your mouth, you can feel it against your tongue and it makes you hum. The vibrations have Steve moaning out, tightening his grip on your hair. You squeeze your thighs together, suddenly desperate for friction. But this is about Steve right now. He’s been spoiling you all day.

You lower your hand down and cup his balls, rolling them in your palm as you suck on the tip of his cock and he keeps spewing these pretty noises and a little bit of nonsense. Stutters and compliments he can’t quite get out because it just feels too good. They break off into moans.

“That’s— oh, god, baby— you’re so fucking goo— ahh, oh, fuck…” he babbles, “Holy f— that’s it, you’re such a good girl…”

You pull off with a pop and satisfied smile, glad you can make him fall apart as easily as he can make you do it, “Yeah? All for you, baby. Just wanna make you feel good. Am I making you feel good, Stevie?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods, eyes flickering down to watch your hand stroke his length. “So good. Fuck…”

You lick the tip, all exaggerated and as slutty as you can be. Slap it against your tongue as you look at him with wide eyes and knitted brows. He whines, a broken and pathetic sound that makes you feel powerful and also, so full of adoration. He’s perfect, all easy for you. You suck him into your mouth again, go down as far as you can. Struggling to breathe, eyes closed again as you swallow around him and Steve’s panting, groaning and tugging on your hair. Cants his hips up delicately, still enough restraint not to totally fuck your face. Gentle but needy.

“Christ,” he grunts, eyes crossing as you softly squeeze his sack. “Shit…. Baby… fuck.”

Then you pull off again because you’re needier, more than desperate for him. You hook your leg over his hips to straddle him. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you grind down against him. The length of Steve’s cock catches on your folds, slides through them and coats his cock in your slick.

“Need you,” you confess, “So bad.”

Steve surges his lips up to yours, hand on your hip and the other on his cock. Guides the tip to your entrance and when it catches, your pussy sucks him up desperately. You sink down on it, the pair of you moaning in eager relief. Then you’re grabbing his face, holding it as you gaze down at him and wiggle against him. Once he’s fully sheathed inside, it’s like no other feeling. Complete, full and so deliciously hot. You sloppily kiss, riding him a little uncoordinated because you’re so desperate.

“Fuck,” he manages to mumble out against your lips, both hands on your waist as he guides you.

“Stevie,” you whine, pleading for more.

“So fucking wet for me,” he pants out, a hand grazing up your back to hold onto the back of your neck as he thrusts up into you.

It’s electric, the way you two move together in synchronized rhythm. As you grind down, Steve jerks his hips up. The sweaty, slapping sound fills the room. You keep your grip on his jaw, pulling back from the kiss just to look at his gorgeous face. He meets your gaze, looking as dazed and euphoric as you feel. The stretch is always a little difficult to get through but you’re so on and Steve looks so goddamn pretty that it makes it almost frictionless. It’s easy, it’s perfect. Complete.

Steve whines, moves his hands up to grab your face, too. And the pair of you are just staring at each other, bodies as close as they could be. Tangled in the most beautiful way. Sloppy movements because you’re both a little lost in it. Can’t be as coordinated due to the drunken love taking over. Sensual and lovely, you feel so connected to Steve. Almost overwhelmingly so.

“I love you,” you gush, can’t keep it inside.

He reciprocates, easy and just as heartfelt, “I love you.”

Your skin is sticky with perspiration and you're so wet, slick leaking down to Steve’s sack. He whines and strokes his thumb against your lower lip, and you suck it between your lips. As you're sucking on his thumb, you grind down against him. The tip of his cock stroking wonderfully against the sweet spot tucked deep inside you, the spot only Steve can reach. His eyes darken, watching you salaciously sucking his thumb.

He pulls his digit from your mouth and crashes your lips together, flips you on to your back. Kisses you passionately and filthy, uses his hands to spread your thighs. Grinds down into you deep and wonderful, holding your legs open for him. His face gets all screwed up, nose scrunching and eyebrows knitting. Then Steve’s thumb is catching on your clit, rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves as he kisses you sloppy and needy.

Steve knows exactly how to touch you, he’s perfected it. Down to a science, this boy can make you cum in seconds if he wants to. And it seems like he’s determined so he must be close. As he moves his fingers against your clit, you clench around his cock. Hands messing up his hair as you slip fingers through his locks, grabbing and moaning out for him.

“Fuck, Stevie…”

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, voice a little higher than usual, “Can feel you squeezing me, you’re close, huh?” He kisses you gently, rubs his fingers in circles against your clit faster and you whine, nodding up at him. It’s building quickly and abruptly and he’s so pretty, you can’t stop looking at him.

When it hits you, it’s intense. Has your eyes prickly with tears, your hands grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Steve kisses back with just as much intensity, fucks you through the orgasm. Your eyes roll back before they close and you’re squeezing onto him for dear life. Stunned by the euphoria, makes you cry out. Repeatedly chanting his name.

Steve tucks his face against your neck, thrusts hard and deep before his hips still and he’s shooting his release into you. Hot and thick inside you. Makes you whimper, grab onto his sticky back and pull him close. He starts kissing against your neck and up your jaw and to your lips.

Pushes your hair back as he pulls away to look at you, fondness clouding his eyes as he tells you, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Stevie,” you hiccup back, all smiles.

[eyelessfaces]

caregiver

miguel o'hara x reader

summary: when miguel sees how wrong your mission went, he only wishes for you to let him take care of you.

warnings: description of injuries, blood is mentioned once and there's not a lot of it

tags: gn!reader, slight angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, fucking oblivious idiots in love

word count: 1.8k

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I love him

You pressed the button of the strap around your wrist with difficulty, opening a portal to the spider society. 

It took a good amount of your strength just to get back onto your feet after having collapsed into an empty alley after finally escaping the people chasing you, and you were thankful that your webs had helped you transport yourself earlier, because your legs couldn’t have done the job. 

It was the first time you had fled a scene without stopping the bad guys, but if you hadn’t fled it, they would have stopped you, and worse could have happened.

When you arrived at the spider society, almost everyone stopped in their task or conversation to stare at you, watching you limp through the crowd. A few of them gathered around you and offered you help, but you gave them a small smile and a lame excuse and that seemed to be enough for you to be able to move on. 

That was until Miguel turned his head at the hubbub you had caused and saw the state you were in.

He pushed every other spider person away, making his way to you hurriedly, his eyes gradually widening and lips parting in disbelief as he made his way to you.

"What on earth happened to you" he asked from a distance, his path now clear as everyone had made way for him to join you. 

He stood right in front of you, and though he couldn't see your face, he could imagine it through your mask, and he knew you wouldn’t tell him what happened. 

He looked at his side and realized everyone was staring. He sighed and turned so his back was turned to you, now facing the crowd that had circled the both of you. "Nothing to see here, we're fine, you can go back to your occupations" he ordered, and people awkwardly moved on from the situation, trying to act like nothing happened.

Miguel turned back to you once the movement had dissipated, and his face dropped in worry again. He had seen the way you were limping, and he was now seeing how you were holding onto your left shoulder, thoroughly trying to cover it with your hand. And hell, you hadn't even dropped your mask, but from the cut in it on your forehead, it was already bad enough.

"What happened" he asked again, more calmly and composedly this time.

"It's okay, I'm fine" you discarded the question, starting to walk until he put a hand over your other shoulder to stop you.

"If you don't wanna tell me what happened, let me at least help you now" he almost whispered, his gaze falling to meet your eyes to let you know that he was serious about this.

"No."

With that you left him behind and continued walking, difficultly, and Miguel sighed one last time.

A startled yelp left you when he shot a web at you and pulled you to him, making you land over his shoulder. It was so easy for him, his superstrength allowing him to handle you like you were just a rag doll to him.

You hit his muscled back with the bit of strength left in you, your desperate ministrations barely affecting him. "Let go of m–"

"Look at the things I have to do for you to let me take care of you" he cut you off in a monotone and low voice, trying to ignore all the pairs of eyes glued to the both of you again as he carried you over his shoulder. 

You gave up on trying to fight him, you knew you couldn't even if you really wanted to, you didn't have enough energy and he wouldn't want to let go of you anyway.

—

He brought you to a secluded quarter with medical supplies, and you were finally alone and not putting on a show anymore. He pulled a chair thanks to a web, and made you sit down on it before getting another chair in front of you and gathering the stuff he would need to clean up your wounds.

"Sorry if I hurt you when I shot the web and pulled you to me, but if you weren't so stubborn–"

"That's okay, I appreciate your concern" you cut him off huffing a laugh until another jolt of pain from your shoulder coursed through your body, making you suck in air through your teeth.

He looked over at you and hurried to get everything ready to take care of your wounds, putting the stuff on the table next to the chairs once ready.

"Let me see your shoulder" he asked throwing his chin at it, noticing that your hand hadn't left the spot since you came back to the spider society.

You released your tight grip from the wound slowly and carefully, your covered hand stained with a bit of blood. The wound wasn't so bad, it wasn't too deep, but it was long scratches that hurt every time you moved your arm even just a bit.

The worst part of it for you was that you were going to have to change your suit now that it was ripped to shreds in that area.

"Okay" Miguel muttered, inspecting the injury. "I think you're gonna heal pretty fast, but the first days are gonna be tough. The placement isn't the easiest to live with" he said while sitting down in front of you.

"You wanna talk about good placement? I probably have a cut right over my face" you declared, sliding your fingers under the hem of your mask. "I haven't seen it yet but I felt it for sure." you grunted, taking the piece off with a sigh of relief, happy to finally feel some fresh air.

He stared at the slash going from the side of your eyebrow to your forehead, his gaze quickly diverting to his lap where he was getting his stuff ready when your eyes met.

"There's no good spot to get hurt. I just meant that there are spots where it won't disturb you while it's healing" he declared as he prepared the gauze pad and soaked it with disinfectant. "Your forehead, it won't get in your way. It's inconvenient because it's visible and in the middle of your face but it won't disturb you. Your shoulder, it gets annoying when you shower, when you sleep, when you want to reach and grab something"

"Right"

He pinched his lips in a skeptic smile. "You ready? It's gonna sting a bit" he declared looking at you seriously, and you responded with a small nod.

He took care of your shoulder first, helping you rip off your suit a bit more so he could have full access to the wound. Your heart ached at the sight of your beloved suit getting torn apart, but Miguel telling you that he would get you a new one, even better than this one, made you feel a bit better.

If you thought your shoulder was hurting before, it was nothing compared to that feeling when the disinfectant met your flesh. The sudden burning feeling made you let out a scream of pain, accompanied by a few swear words including a 'motherfucker' you hoped Miguel wouldn't take personally. 

He was trying to be gentle, he really was, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt you, but no matter how soft he could be you both knew it would hurt anyways. You appreciated the way he tried to soothe you with kind words, telling you how good you were doing, telling you he was almost done cleaning it up and it was almost over.

You hoped he didn’t mind the way your nails were digging onto his bicep as you hissed in pain, and you knew he didn’t when his kind eyes met yours once he was done.

"Let me bandage you then it's over, okay?" he softly asked before shooting you a small smile. "It won't be as painful for your forehead."

—

You took the time to drink some well deserved and needed water before Miguel took care of your forehead. 

The proximity was another new feeling from this whole experience, and it almost made you forget about the slight pain located at the side of your face.

Miguel had your chin trapped between his thumb and forefinger to hold your face, causing your lips to slightly part. It was endearing to see him being so focused on trying not to hurt you, being so careful for each of his even smallest movements.

You hadn't even noticed he was done until he waved a hand in front of your face, making you apologize for being so disconnected from reality. You wished that moment could have lasted longer.

"Thank you" you absent-mindedly mumbled. "Sorry I was being a pain in the ass, I'm actually thankful you could take care of me" you softly smiled, and he mirrored your action.

"See, you should listen to me more often" he replied smugly, his soft smile changing to a toothy grin exposing his sharp fangs.

You huffed out a laugh and playfully hit his arm before shaking your head and standing up with a grunt.

"Hey" he called, a serious tone in his voice as he stood up in front of you. "I know you don't wanna tell me what happened but just know that I'll have Lyla get your previous location, I'll track them from here and I'll take care of them"

You paused for a second.

"You don't have to do this for me"

"I know" he declared, pinching his lips. "I want to."

"I'd need to properly thank you for that." you declared, raising your eyebrows until a sting reminded you of your cut there.

"You don't have to do that"

"I want to." you repeated his previous words with a smirk. You paused, then an idea came to your mind. "What about… What about you go to another universe with me so we can grab dinner?" you proposed, walking around your chair – still slightly limping – so you could slide it back under the table.

"So, a date"

"N– Yes." you bit down on your bottom lip as you looked back at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his head at that moment and studying his face, trying to guess if he would accept your offer. "If you want it to be"

"I think I'm fine with that." he smiled, crossing his arms.

"Good" you smiled back at him, your heart ready to burst out of your ribcage at any moment. "Shall we?" you asked, pressing the button to open a portal where the door of the room originally was.

"After you" he offered with a teasing smile, waving his hand at the halo. You grinned and started walking, until Miguel huffed out a laugh behind you. 

"God you need to do something about that limping. I guess I'll just have to keep carrying you around"

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[actual-changeling]

I had a fleeting thought along the lines of "what if Crowley hadn't confessed" and then my brain decided to make it everyone's problem.

So here you go! Will it hurt? I hope so <3

-

"If I'm in charge… I can make a difference."

For a second, everything stops. The noise disappears, the world blurs and fades, his body grows numb while he desperately clings to the breath inside his lungs. He is suffocating, he must be, words are blocking his throat, and this—this can't be.

He wouldn't. Crowley could have sworn he never would, and yet here they are, mouths open, judgements spoken, and alive.

"Oh."

Air rushes out of him and takes the tension with it, dragging him back to full consciousness and leaving him with tremors in his hands and tears in his eyes.

"Right."

Reflexively, he turns around, suddenly hyper-aware of his physical vulnerability and the confession still humming in the back of his mind. He wouldn't, he thinks again and again and again, he wouldn't, he wouldn't.

But he did. The grandfather clock stares him down, a hint of gold reflected back at him, and his joints ache when he pries his glasses out of his fist and puts them on.

"Crowley?"

A hesitant step towards him, then another, and his skin burns, his fingers shake, and the carefully cultivated sprout of hope in his chest dies oh so slowly.

He faces Aziraphale simply to stop him from coming any closer, gritting his teeth when he sees the confused irritation greeting him. Surprised—Aziraphale is surprised that he does not want to come with him.

Six thousand years, a tiny voice weakly offers, six thousand years are no more.

Crowley wants to rip his confession out of his throat and offer it to him, he wants to throw it up onto the floor and never see it again, he wants to grab Aziraphale's shoulders and shake him because, why, why would you think I want this? Why would you do this?

Why are you leaving me?

He wants to break his ribs and pull them apart so he can kill his heart with his own hand, and it is falling, it is burning, it is grace leaving him as everything he thought he knew dissipated and vanished among the stars. Maybe crumbling pieces of himself will stay behind in the dust, marking his presence, marking an absence.

"Good luck," Crowley says flatly, not recognising himself, not seeing or hearing, and as he begins to walk away, a high-pitched ringing settles in his ears.

"Good luck? Crowley! Crowley, come back, to—"

A hand wraps around his wrist, and he can barely bite back the strangled sound escaping him at the contact, wrenching his arm out of Aziraphale's grip.

"Don't."

Not a command, no, a plea, a prayer, a finish line, the ending to a game he always hated playing; love, sure, in the good moments, during the good times.

Now it simply hurts—hollow and heavy—and if he looks at him, he will tell him; he will tell him all of it and more. He would try to make him stay despite knowing it is hopeless, yet he cannot help but feel as if this is a frozen moment right before the guillotine blade falls.

Judgement day, for better or for worse.

Crowley could linger, could meet tear-stained cheeks and blue irises, could fall to his knees and beg him to stay, but none of it would be able to fix the rift opening between them. Six thousand years, and for the very first time since Eden, Aziraphale is a stranger to him.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Crowley gathers the fragmented shards of himself and holds them tight. Then he makes a choice and whispers a goodbye into the silence, numbly making his way through the bookshop, across the street, into the Bentley, and all the way back to his flat.

Sometimes things are better left unsaid.

[kiyoobi]

treating keiji on his birthday

minors dni

It started with him insisting on exploring your body and appreciating every curve and sharp plane you have. He took his time tracing his fingers down your skin, admiring the way your skin soaked in the moonlight. That night he spent all his time on you, demonstrating the way he understood your body. Your throat was raw, thick with tears as he made you cum over and over. Your voice was cracked as you moaned out praises, praises that made him impossibly harder and desperate to hear more. His gentle hands, the way they slipped off your old underwear, the way they gingerly removed your hands from blocking his view of your glistening cunt, every movement showed his love. His soft kisses that assured you he didn’t care you didn’t have time to shave. Keiji gave you everything.

And yet you see the way he nitpicks at himself. Keiji never speaks on it, but you see the way he makes himself smaller under the eyes of others. The way he stares at his hands, the wrinkle between his eyebrows that forms as he mentally criticizes his cracked skin, the callouses from years of editing, the swollen knuckles forever tinted pink from moments he wishes he didn’t have. You see the way he comes up behind you in the mirror, his eyes and words full of love and adoration that only dissipates when he glances at himself.

You didn’t force him to be in front of a mirror, not wanting to push himself too far out of his comfort zone. Instead you covered the mirror with a towel and stood in front of him, gently removing his sweatshirt. He’s left shirtless and you see the way his arms twitch, wanting to cover his body even though there’s no fault in sight. His chest flushes red when you slowly kiss down his torso, soft and gentle like he always is with you. Keiji mutters softly, something about you still being dressed but you let his words fall out from his swollen lips onto stubborn ears. His breath hitches when you get to his waistband, anticipating your lovely mouth on his hardening cock.

Keiji glances down at you confused when you turn him around, his face growing hotter when he feels your lips on the small of his back. He lets out a small gasp when your teeth graze his skin and he feels you leaving marks, never realizing how sensitive he is there.

“I love seeing your back,” Your voice is soft. “Even when you’re fully dressed, I love seeing it. It reminds me of how strong you are, how much you’re willing to be there for me and it makes me want to be better.” You don’t see the way his eyes flutter shut, already feeling overwhelmed by your touches and now your words.

“I especially don’t mind this,” You giggle and playfully squeeze his ass. Keiji lets out a quick, surprised laugh, he’s embarrassed and yet he can’t help but roll his eyes at you. His breath hitches when you reach around and cup him, ripping a low moan from him.

“Please touch me,” his voice breaks at your name and you move your hand away from him. Your lips trailing up his back and between his shoulder blades, sending chills down his spine.

“I am, Keiji.” Your voice teases him. “You spend so much time loving me, telling me how beautiful I am inside and out. I can never fully repay you with how much you love me, but I want to try every day showing you the same.”

Before he can respond, you gently nudge over him to your shared bed. His back hits the soft mattress, skin tingling where you’ve left your bites. Keiji looks up at you as you straddle him, eyes glistening in the moonlight wondering what he did to ever deserve someone like you. No one has ever taken the time to see him, to understand his insecurities, always brushing them off. Until you.

You. You. You.

It’s all he can think of when it’s your lips easily finding his most sensitive spots, muffled words of how much you love each part of him.

His throat that holds his lovely voice, the very one that sings softly in the shower and holds the laugh you fell in love with.

His cheeks that blush so easily, always giving away what he’s feeling even though he tries so hard to not get so flustered around you.

His thoughts turn fuzzy when you start to suck on his tongue, your hands lightly pinching his nipples. When you pull away with lips glistening, he vaguely hears how much you love the way he speaks.

You. You. He loves you.

His soft noises grow louder when your hot tongue is on his skin again, brushing against his sensitive nipples while he whimpers at your teasing bites.

Keiji is panting by the time you reach his hips again, his belly quaking under your hot touch. You look up at him with a sweet smile when he gives out a desperate whine, eyes cutting so deep into him he wants to look away and yet…He’s drawn to the way your knuckles drag down his skin, your hands pulling down his sweats freeing his aching cock.

“No underwear?” Your voice is light, teasing. “I thought you were a good boy, I didn’t know you were so dirty.”

“N-no, I’m your good boy, please.” His voice strains as your fingers brush past his cock and grab his hand instead.

“You are, you are, Keiji.” You reassure him with a kiss against his knuckles, “See these?” Your question pulls his eyes to your intertwined fingers. “They create, they hold, they’re attached to you. I love your hands, Keiji, and those flaws you hate are what I love them so much for.” Keiji’s plump lips murmur your name, his words trail off and muffle when you slip his fingers into your mouth, his cock twitching at the way you hold his gaze.

You pop off his fingers, “Your hands ground me, they make me come undone, they tease me. I love your hands. I love you.” You move over him again, your nipples peeking through his old shirt catches his attention only briefly until you lead his soaked fingers under your shorts.

He chokes on another moan when you slip his fingers between your thighs, fingers that instinctively move to collect your slick and rub circles against your clit. Somehow you manage to kick off your shorts and underwear, all while leaning in to whisper declarations of love into his ear.

“I can’t change how you see yourself in one night, Keiji. But dammit I’ll spend every minute convincing you how beautiful you are to me.” You take his hand from between your thighs and pin it down by his head, words straining as you rub his cock between your wet folds.

“Keiji,” you moan when you start to sink down into his cock. “My sweet boy, my baby. I love you so much.”

He answers back with your name in a gasp, head falling back against the pillows when he feels how tight and wet you are for him. He knows you haven’t prepped, he must be stretching you out too much right now, but you’re still so wet for him. Is it all because of him? All from just you exploring his body?

“Keiji, please. Be my good boy and let me hear how good you feel,” You don’t give yourself much time to adjust to his length when you start to rock your hips against his.

His moans rise in the bedroom, intertwining with the sounds of your bodies against the other. His cock stretches you out and fills you so deliciously, not even you can hold back any longer. Praises tumble out from you now, praises that shoot into his heart and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Your teeth are against the pulse point in his neck again, and he moans grow raspier feeling your soothing tongue on his broken skin. Keiji’s hands grip the fat on your hips, fingertips digging tighter when you clench your pussy around him.

Your hands tug at his hair with each roll of his hips against yours, his breathy moans growing impossibly louder.

“I’m- fuck, baby I’m gonna-” His hand is shaky when he moves his fingers between your thighs again, desperately rubbing your swollen clit to get you to fall faster over the edge. His sweet noises make your pussy clench tighter, both of you aren’t going to last long and yet you both want to stay like this forever.

“Cum for me, Keiji. Be good and cum inside me,” You wish you didn’t sound like you were begging, but you can’t hold back much longer. His cock never fails to brush against your g-spot, and even when tonight is focused on him, somehow Keiji still manages to roll his hips in the way that makes your mind go blank and eyes roll back.

Keiji’s nose brushes against yours, lips desperate to find yours when he feels his balls tightening. Whines and moans are muffled and hum against your tongues when you both tumble over the edge, your pussy clamping down to milk him for all that he’s got. The kiss breaks between both of you gasping for air, clammy hands reaching towards the other to hold you both closer. His eyes flutter open and find yours, words unsaid are held in your guys’ gaze. Keiji’s cheeks are dusted pink, brightening when he feels his cum dripping out from you onto his thighs.

Your hips jut forward to ride out your orgasm and your heart flutters at his small whines, his cock so sensitive already. You’re nowhere near done with him tonight.

-(-)-

a/n: another oldie but a goodie! happy birthday keiji!!

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I’ve been thinking about all our conversations about the shift in tone between Lover and Folklore in terms of feeling like there was some forward momentum in Joe and Taylor’s relationship that stalled out, and I keep thinking about the Lakes in relation to this and in relation to her Miss Americana comments about her career and feeling like Lover was her last shot in some ways.

Like was The Lakes the future she and Joe kind of thought they would have. Like after Lover, she would leave behind her legacy and go off to the lakes and lead a quiet, private life with Joe? Did Taylor at some point realize that was a fantasy but not ultimately what she wanted her whole life to be? I don’t have a fully formed thought on this, but I do find it so interesting especially with the lakes being the last bonus track, technically going after hoax. I don’t completely know what I’m trying to say but would love your thoughts

Ooooooooh this is such a good question!!! I don’t know why, but The Lakes is one of those songs I rarely think too deeply about as a whole, not because it’s not incredible, but that it just feels so otherworldly to me. Individual lines absolutely stay with me, but the song itself like, exists on a different plane to me. Does that makes sense at all? 😂

I think I tend to think that The Lakes was more a reflection of the uncertainty of the early days of the pandemic, but of course now we have a better idea of just how fraught that time was, even outside of what was happening in the world and what was happening to them both professionally. (Or, I suppose, they were all happening in tandem.) It's so interesting to think of it in relation to the discussion about the stalled relationship that we can surmise was happening around then, too.

If I had to guess, through that lens, is that The Lakes is more a reaction to the storm around them at the time. I was always fascinated by, "I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you." It's the implication that neither of them are fit for the world in which they live. There's such a deep sadness in the song, like with much of her work, grief is again at the forefront thematically, and she desperately trying to find respite from it. It feels like there are still external forces acting against them-- the cynical clones, the hunters with cell phones, the name-dropping sleaze, etc.-- and the pain is compounding on itself freezing her in place. So in thinking about it this way, it almost feels to me like she's telling herself, if we can just get out of here, escape to an idyllic land (which may not truly exist) where none of these forces can touch us, then maybe this hurt will dissipate and finally mean something.

It's interesting to me that it also kind of feels like the flip side of I Hate It Here, or rather, like the prologue to it. She wants to go to this mythical land where she and her muse are untouched by the pressures of the real world in which they live, but it's not really clear (imo) if she actually believes in this place, or if it's the earliest secret garden she goes to in her mind to deal with the cracks forming in her real life.

Another thing that strikes me that even in this fantasy land in which they escape together, all she wants to do is cry. It speaks to someone holding onto so much unexpressed hurt who's begging to let it all go, but also that she might not be the only one who wants to do so.

So I guess if I have to come to a conclusion, it's less that she necessarily feels like she wants to escape to a quiet life alone with her beloved, but more like she feels like she has no other choice, because she wants to go to a place where she can feel her pain without being exploited for it. As in, it's not like this is her romantic ideal, but more that the place she is in is so hurtful to her that she wants to run to the antithesis of it to quiet herself, but she doesn't want to do it alone. It's kinda like the pendulum swinging, if you think about it: going from being hunted in the fishbowl to setting off alone with her beloved in the desolation of nature.

(I also think a lot of the song came from the Scott/Scooter/masters situation and speaks to how much that broke her, along with general industry/career fears about her place in it, and dealing with the fallout still of 2016. Along with other stuff I'm sure including her relationship.)

Does any of that make sense?

[meli-writes]

Little Miss Laser - Ch. 01

/// CW: attempted kidnapping within superhero kayfabe, kink and sexual references, mentions of transphobia and sanism. ///

Milly tried really hard to hold herself still. Her small-fry villain persona — Before you laugh, I'm still workshopping it, okay — calling for hand-me-down biker leathers that squeaked like hell, not helped by her then lacing it with ten different types of anti-super materials.

And there she was, slipping through Milly’s overly-obvious busted wall, right into her trap.

Oh— God. Is it okay to use that word? Because she’s— Oh fuck, her thighs have totally gotten bigger again.

Milly tried pushing her thoughts to the side, the ones about how the padded-rubber super-uniform hugged her heroic guest’s ass, about how she could probably justify petting those fluffy, brown curls later as an act of reassuring her soon-to-be hostage.

That wouldn’t be too much, right? Villainously-creepy but not actually-creepy.

She trod, unawares, onto a tiny fleck of electrical tape — that was far enough. Milly grabbed her helmet, flicked cropped-and-bleached hair over her head, and hastily clasped its front and back halves to her face, magnet-locking together with a click.

She pulled herself together, then around the corner, and then let Biker Hood step out.

“Love to see the punctuality, Little Miss Laser. You always are such a good girl for me.” Milly got the briefest glimpse of a blush before— Dvooom.

Searing, white light brushed over the helmet, and while she blinked instinctively, a few layers of UV-filtering had entirely dissipated the damage. Biker Hood held her posture while Milly was secretly screaming success in her head, it had worked.

It hadn’t been that hard to figure out — it was silly no one had seemed to try it before. It was nearly all of what Laser ever did, quietly dishing out photokeratitis — read: absolutely ruining your eyesight for weeks — from the rear while her teammates handled the real work.

That is if you even registered as bad enough to warrant multiple Little Misses, or just any other than Laser. Which was definitely never gonna be Biker Hood, but Milly was gonna change that all today.

Occasionally Laser would spit out enough energy to bust a lock or cut a teammate’s bonds, but that always exhausted her. Wiped her out, really. Her shoulders slouching down in this sweet little show of weakness. Fearful eyes checking if someone will spot it and catch you out Doll, fuck.

Step One of the Becoming-A-Major-League-Villain Plan just meant baiting out those blasts, wearing her down for Step Two. To that end, Biker Hood made a merry, mocking show of reeling her head back, “Ow, I think that almost hurt. Not in the mood today, Doll?”

She totally hated Doll — but wasn’t showing it. Just her cloying disapproval of Biker Hood’s as-of-yet undetermined nefariousness. “Where’s the factory workers, Hood. If you’ve done anything to them—”

Milly laughed. She really think I could be that dangerous? Wrong, but cool.

“Look around you, Little Miss. Dumb doll like you wasn’t even born when this place got shut down.” She tried to casually slip a hand into her jacket, fingers grasping for the matte plastic controller she’d stashed in there.

Dvooom. Left. Dvooom. Right. Dvooom. Left. Step One, in-progress.

The opening volley was predictable, Hood catching heat on her left shoulder. She could maybe have played into the ‘missing workers’ thing, if Laser really was that gullible, but it introduced a bunch of risks Milly hadn’t planned for. The goal was to annoy, not escalate.

The Little Miss was beginning to wear herself down. Getting a touch desperate for me, Doll? Biker Hood pulled her hand out, and flicked up the lid on an otherwise unassuming bit of kit. Laser’s eyes flashed, she knew what it was. And it was too late.

“Today it’s just you—” Click. “—and me.” Boom.

Laser dove forward — that’s right, get to the second mark, three seconds — bricks clattering behind her, blocking the only way out. Two seconds. Milly still made sure she’d be clear at the first mark, plan didn’t call for dropping building on her. One second. Just her Step Two.

Dvoom. Dvoom. Dvoom. Dvoom. Thonk.

Rainbows erupted out of Laser’s paws in a panic — fruitlessly trying to forestall the metallic crash of Biker Hood’s Doll-Suppressant Metal-Net Drop-Trap, pinning her to the ground. Even woven to a flexible mesh, it was damned heavy. But that wasn’t the point.

“What do you think, Doll? Took three weeks of stripping this building bare of old wires to make that. Copper, your totally-not-secret weakness.” The Little Miss’s gorgeous little wriggles gave out suddenly at that. Obviously because she knows it’s not worth trying.

Honestly, Milly had no idea how Laser even qualified for the Little Misses. The others were, as far as she was concerned, monsters. Inferno could melt through the depleted uranium of tank armour, Tremor had collapsed a villain’s lair on them before, Cyclone had literally cancelled out a tropical storm. Glacier — well actually, Glacier seemed chill.

Not a weakness between them — unless you counted Laser’s own or cruelly counted her as the weakness. They never cared about anyone like Biker Hood, who spent her time robbing betting parlours and dodging balls of mutant spit from guys in frog outfits.

She was so far beneath the pay-grade of a Little Miss she may as well be living in a pre-monetary society. Except Laser, putting herself in harm’s way, in Biker Hood’s way. Out to prove something by mopping up the city’s most loser villains. But, always failing on her.

Good, that was Milly’s in. No-one would be expecting it, someone like her capturing the cutest, sweetest, gentlest Little Miss. Putting her on camera in oversized copper chains, maybe break the innocent thing with a kiss. Just on the cheek, obviously, nothing more.

Just enough threat to force a massive sum be sent to Milly’s untraceable Panamanian bank account — The hedge-fund assholes all have one, or nine, why can’t I? — and to get her noticed as a proper, major-leagues villain.

Milly was in her own head about it, but Biker Hood had to crash the party for Step Three. Surrender. Laser had moved on from blasting wildly wherever her hands could wiggle to, and was now fumbling at her bracelet, squeaking out a cry for help.

Biker Hood moved to stand over her, chuckling to herself.

“Fern? Glass? It’s Laz. Please I—” It was sweet, scared birdsong.

She pressed her boot against it, giving Laser an earful of the sickening leather squish.

“I told you it was just us. Figured out the frequency a while ago, when you left one of your little bangles behind.” By left she meant desperately clawing on to Laser’s wrist when she tried to run, getting flashed, and being left there half-blind, communicator in hand.

Hood crouched down, tilting her head back for a maximally-dismissive downward glare. She lifted the net over Laser’s head, grasping her chin and pulling her close.

There was a new sort of fear in her eyes, a much more serious one. It worried Milly, Laser was finally getting that today would be different, but she had to make sure not to escalate.

“You’re going to listen to me very closely. That’s what gets you out of this safe, Doll.”

Laser’s eyes clicked with a sudden fury. Milly should have practised this step more.

DWAAAM.

---

She reeled back for real this time, bashing her head against a steel pillar and sending the helmet sprawling in pieces. And when her vision had stopped spinning she realised Laser had just melted through half the damn faceplate.

If she’d held on for just another moment my head would be—

Milly looked up, lingering plasticated fumes sending tears streaking through her eyeshadow. But there was a bigger problem than one near-miss. Laser had pulled herself up, glowing hands just sloughing the net off of her. Staring like a doll that didn’t want to be played with anymore. And Milly was now guessing that one blast wasn’t just a last-chancing trick.

Dvooom. Dvooom. Dvooom.

She rushed behind the pillar, grabbing the copper-plated baseball bat from Step Oh Fuck and tried to squeeze all her terror into it. Biker Hood wasn’t gonna cut it here.

She rounded back, bounded several paces, and— DVAM.

She was lucky she’d led with the bat. Unblinking her eyes, Milly quickly dropped the thing as it slagged off into two big pieces, dripping out a hundred smaller ones from melting metal wounds. Too close, again. But the same was true for Laser, who hadn’t been backing up.

Sorry, Doll. Thwack.

---

She decked the fuck out of her. Relieved the heat-proof bitch wasn’t also fist-proof, cringing though as she rapidly began to tumble and— Oh shit, she’s gonna fall on concrete.

Milly swerved her arms out, catching her but getting pulled down along with. Damn Doll, how much does your fucking ass weigh. But there wasn’t a moment to recalibrate to what the fuck Laser had just tried — straight to Step Four.

Pivoting her over she quickly shoved Laser’s hands into a linked pair of giant cylinders. Anti-Super Cuffs. It should shut her down regardless, but the internals were electroplated just to be sure. Which Milly maybe wasn’t quite so sure about anymore.

She flipped Laser back over, head lolling to and fro. Was this the cuffs? She hadn’t actually hit her that hard, right? Fuck, wake the hell up, please. Being unconscious — even for a few minutes — was bad news. Doll was supposed to be an affectation, not an aphorism.

“Hey— Laser?” Finally, a little squeak came out, Milly clutching the Little Miss into her arms.

Quickly she packed herself away, trying to front what was left of Hood. Whatever step she was on, it was time to seal the deal. “Ha! That net may have been impure, but you have no chance against my Pure Copper Super Bindings.”

“Oh god, Hood, I can’t—” She was squirming at the cuffs. God, please be working.

“There, safe in my grasp at last.” A little of Milly came out trying to emphasise that point, maybe some of the wrong part. “No hiding just how pathetic you really are.”

“I know, I know,” the Little Miss muttered. Milly had Laser’s gaze, other senses locking on as they flickered back to life, binding to her. “Worthless, useless without the team. Just trash they’re being forced to hold on to.”

Ugh, okay? Talk about turnaround, Doll. Maybe she was spoiling her too strongly — Milly wanted her to surrender, not have a breakdown.

“Woah, hey now. You are not worthless.”

“But— But you just said I was—” Pathetic. There were tears now, streaming from twinkling grey eyes, spilling over her mask. Breakdown it was, shit.

“I know, which you are. But that’s like— hot?” She tried looking away but Laser’s eyes were burrowing into her, hurting more than any blasts ever did. “You put on this face, and try to beat me, but never can and—”

Milly shoved Laser out of her arms and onto the floor.

“Fuck. No. Just go. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Wha— wha—” Laser trembled in surprise, twisting around to face her. “Do what anymore?”

“Well, the plan— plan was to capture you with the drop, tie you up, drag you somewhere safe for ransom. And then start breaking you mentally and stuff. But, like, slowly?”

Laser didn’t say a thing, just staring as Milly’s face buckled like a sinking ship. She was gonna make Milly finish — forcing her with those perfect, sobbing eyes.

“Okay, look. It’s a stupid idea, was a stupid idea. Fuck, what was I thinking.”

More agonised moments dragged by, like peeling sunburnt skin — compliments of the Little Miss — off her back. But, just as she was ready to dig deeper, Laser did it for her.

“You wanted to do it— slowly?” There were less tears now.

“Ugh, yeah.” Why the fuck are you following this line of questioning. “Like, pay attention to your needs and limits and stuff. I mean, obviously, kidnapping pushes some boundaries, but I’d make sure I wasn’t hurting you too bad. Threatening and—” Shut up. “—sexy, but like—” Oh my god, please shut up. “—not violating?” Milly you’re so dumb.

“Oh. Oh I—” Laser was blushing again. At the sweetness, right? Not the— Maybe she didn’t hate her.

“Look, Miss Laser—” Getting up to walk over to the wall.

“—it was a monstrous idea, okay. Realising that a lot in hindsight. But I’m way off it now.” Thumbing buttons on electrical gear hoisted there. “No more jammer, so like, call or go for help before your friends figure something's up and I gotta hold you hostage.”

“Yeah— Of course— Sorry.”

Why was she apologising for this—

DWAAM.

“Wait, WHAT. Could you—” The binders clattered to the floor, one of them sprawling down a loading ramp with an aching screech. Another thing cut through like it was nothing.

“Oh, kinda yeah? But like, you were in my head and stuff. So I forgot.” She said it like she’d forgotten to buy more sugar, not—

“Shouldn’t that have exhausted you by now. And your weakness!?”

Laser sighed, annoyed but sympathetic to her oafish, would-be kidnapper. “Copper? Come on, Hood, that’s super fake. What other Little Miss even has a weakness.”

Milly was searching for a comeback, and not finding one. “So, could you just do this the whole time? Not just today, but like—” she flailed her hands around wildly.

Guilty and puppied-up eyes answered her. “Yeah.”

“Was I ever actually in control there or— No, how come people don’t realise this?”

“They do.” It was utterly matter-of-fact, she’d answered this before. “Try searching ‘little miss laser truth’ or ‘little miss laser fake’.”

Milly pulled out her phone, rushing to key in the code before Laser could see the wallpaper. After a few more moments she had a video playing.

What’s up WHITE STATUE NATION. It’s your king AristotleOfAthens6572 here, a hard man out to save the West from—

“Skip, like, 60 seconds. It's always this kind of shit.” Laser knew exactly what was coming.

Today I’m uncovering for you the secret horror the woke media won’t tell you about Little Miss Laser, or should I say LITTLE DICK LASER. You see HE isn’t—

Milly paused. “Think I get it.”

“Yep. That er— preoccupation keeps them busy. Puts off anyone more serious.”

Laser grabbed one of Hood’s helmet fragments, effortlessly carving something in with the tip of her finger. “Hey um— sorry I got a little heated earlier. We could chat more about this another time? And like, if you still wanna break me outside of this then maybe—”

“Send me a message sometime?”

Okay, Milly got it now. Neither of them was in control. This girl was— Oh, she was out of her mind. She reached out to take the fragment, there was a phone number lasered into the surface, dimly visible black-on-black.

Summoning a foolish moment of confidence. “And here I thought my kidnapping idea was fun because you were Little Miss Innocent.” Laser looked a little brusqued up by that one.

“Still am— and will be.” Milly got the threat, Laser’s glowing hands were a useful clue, and she remembered her dangerous panicking earlier.

The glow faded.

“But like— outlets are good. I deal with— a lot of stress. That’s why I’ve always liked you.”

Hold on. She likes me?!

Before Milly could bluster an objection she was gone. A clean, round hole left in the steel shutters. There was evidence to clear up, and valuable gear to bug-out with, but first— Milly was saving that number, muttering to herself what the fuck is going on.

---

Milly sat down at the breakfast bar — vest strap fallen off her shoulder, stubby ponytail missing half her hair — and nursed her third increasingly-caffeinated attempt to re-energise after the last six hours.

Was that their sixth meet-up, or the seventh? It was bleeding into fights too, that wasn’t helping. Laser had asked within five minutes every single time, though at least waited for Milly to start messaging first. She really wasn’t sure it was a good idea to say no now.

So Laser had turned up, looking at Milly messily stuffing week-old vegan pizza down her gob, and utterly unfazed by the butched-up mess had slipped off her trench coat to reveal a sexy, halloween knock-off of her own uniform.

It gets logged when I take the real thing out, and then I’d have to, like, file a report. Giggling at her own mischief while Milly gawked in horror at the suggestion on how to use it.

Laser did not stay over. She napped, and Milly never dared wake her up, but always dodged before it got too late. It’d be a report to file. Good thing, because Bri would have killed her.

Bri who was sitting across from her right now, a thorough contrast in appearances. Two-piece suit with hedge-fund-asshole tailoring and locs painstakingly straightened into what every HR department would call ‘workplace appropriate’ while insisting they took DEI very seriously.

She was ready for today’s job, and Milly was not.

“Milicent, you’ve been delaying this job for weeks. If it doesn’t happen today, it doesn’t happen at all!” She’d avoided telling Bri the reason for a while, failing to notice how the insatiable Little Miss had devoured her runway. “You have to explain what’s up with you.”

“I’m uh- I’m kinda seeing this girl?” Understatement of the fucking millennium, Milly.

Bri was too sharp for this. “Okay, that’s nice, but that shouldn’t knock you out like this.”

She was not going to get it. She was going to kill her. Bri was a lightweight, admittedly one of the best criminals in the city, but as far as superheroes were concerned — superheroes like the Little Misses — she wasn’t their problem. She was boring, competent, white-collar about it. And she tolerated Biker Hood so long as it kept Milly focused and useful.

She did not get the supervillain thing. It was profoundly anti-thetical to her goal of make money and bug the fuck out to Australia or Austria or wherever’s nice and far away.

“So you know that Little Miss I encounter a lot — Laser?”

Milly cringed, she could audibly hear dots snapping into alignment in an instant, that and the thundering of Bri’s eyes rolling into the back of her skull and then out onto the floor.

“I may have been working on a plan to kidnap her, and it sort of turned into— an arrangement?”

---

The first time they met in an alley, Laser pretending to be lost while Milly was there to predate on her. Strappy dress showing off her shoulders, Laser pinching her fingers together, awkwardly trying to pull-in and hide the breadth of them. Mostly, it served to push her trembling tits together, made Milly want to eat them.

“Go on then— fucking do it you bitch.” That's right, give me that last bit of will, Doll.

Milly had grabbed her by the throat, pushed her against the wall. Laser being tougher than a baseline person gave her plenty of room to be mean.

“Oh— God— Okay— Wait!” Sputtering out panicked begs, none of them safewords. Phew.

“What is it, Doll? Can’t take it already?”

“Look, maybe we could— talk about this? Maybe I just open my mouth too much.”

That was bait. Milly could look in her eyes and see just how badly she wanted it. Milly just had to find the right reply, it’s not like she had a script. She would a few times later.

“You do, don’t you? Don’t worry — I know how to make very good use of that.”

Afterwards, Milly was definitely the one who felt used. Staring vacantly at a motel wall-clock for three hours with only Laser’s contented little sleep-squeaks breaking the silence.

At one point, her arm unconsciously slipped on to Milly’s face, and it took all Milly's will not to scream out in startled shock. Just quietly muttering to herself — What the fuck is going on. What is wrong with this girl. Oh god I have to keep her happy.

When Laser woke up she had cheerfully got herself dressed, thanked Milly for the time, barely noticing she was only capable of smiling brokenly and muttering “Yep, sure!”, left some money for the room, and then just fucking left like it was the end of a coffee date.

---

“What— Do— You— Mean— You— Tried— Kidnapping— A Little Miss— And now she’s fucking you?!”

Milly was about three feet deep now, matching the inch-length of heels Bri was more than metaphorically stabbing through her ribcage while she paced around, dodging Milly's phone lost on the floor, wildly gesticulating face and hands in increasing disbelief. “I thought you were a top too!”

“I am! And she is fucking me. Absolute freak, okay, Little Miss Psycho.” That one felt cruel, cruel in a real way, not in a scene way. But justifying a fuck-up to Bri took work, and she could silently apologise to Laser about it later.

“She’s a Little Miss — why would you ever not think that!”

Oh, I’ve been thinking about it plenty.

Tits pressing against me when she sleeps. Outfit downplays the fuck out of them. They were way bigger than I thought was possible. That’s not transphobic is it? I don’t wanna be—

"Because she was the quiet one! Demure, ran support or handled low-leagues like me, only did press when she wanted to shout-out no-kill shelters in need of kitten fosterers.”

Bri stopped and stared at her for that, clearly signalling that was an oddly-specific flavour of defensiveness and it was a bad look. “You never pick on the quiet ones.”

“Yeah. And it turns out she’s functionally the most powerful Little Miss with maybe no actual limit on her abilities, and her weakness is fake—”

“Milly, anyone could have told you that was fake. Did you try—” Bri clicked herself on to pause, nearly bringing her hands together as if to pray for rescue from this clown-show-slash-nightmare, trying to refocus on the actual, foundational way Milly had fucked herself.

“And now you know that Milly! And now I god damn know that.”

“I think her real name is even—”

“Stop.”

She’d not given Milly a burner but instead her actual, personal number. Meaning she was either too naive to know how dangerous that was, or she knew and didn’t care because it wasn’t dangerous to her. Bri was definitely mouthing both in her head right now.

“Look, I know. I fucked up okay.”

Bri came back to sit at the bar, visibly evaluating the cold leftovers as an analogy for Milly.

She wasn’t satisfied — not even slightly — but she was in her fixing mode. At least still caring enough to try get her out of this, if Milly bothered to listen. “Okay, what the hell are you planning then? You have to get away from her.”

“Ugh, I know. But she is cute.”

“Milly!” Oh my god, you’re not listening to me are you? Bri thought. She would advise, but after this she was getting a new partner. Supervillain technical expertise or no.

“And she’s so into being my kind of freak, you know. This girl is into everything. Peril was just the start. Since then she’s asked for hypno, somno, and like every kind of pet play.”

Of course Milly knows what all of these are called, Bri now peeking at the half-assembled, homemade shock collar that pooled their car keys with a different eye.

“And like, she cries during scenes and if I stop to check-in she just smiles at me and says Yep. All good. Please continue! Bri, it’s so hot.”

“Milly, she’s gonna kill you in like a month, tops. And me too if you tell me anything else.”

“Nooo— Alright, fine, I’ll stop seeing her. Need a new phone though. And hideout.”

“YOU BROUGHT HER HERE.”

---

Milly was squatting in another abandoned factory, secretly tapping into the utilities of the hedge-fund-occupied redevelopment next door. Bri and her had plastered up a corner like it were a live-audience TV set, perfect for the sitcom present-Milly was experiencing, setting up enough scavenged and flat-pack furniture that it felt cosy. And private.

“No. No. No. We cannot recreate my attempt to kidnap you.” She was trying to keep a playful tone, but this felt absurd even for this girl. Standing there, thighs fully bared, cleavage added to the costume thanks to incredible artistic license from the underpaid designer. Bulge.

Not-a-chaser. I-can-find-it-hot-normally. If I’m only into girls and into this then it’s cos it’s hot as a girl thing. Dont-fuck-this-up-Milly. She will laser you.

“The fight scenes were cool, but— Fuck. I’m trying to move on from that Laz, cos you know if I’d really done it it’d be unforgivable.” Laser could clearly see how it was still worrying her.

Looking back over the couch, curls flopping with her, she tried to reassure in a way that still wasn’t letting up at the idea. “I think it’s okay— Hood, I woulda been alright.”

“You’re only saying this because you’re secretly Little Miss Lusting-For-Biker-Mommy.”

Laser just giggled. Yep. All good. Please continue! She was a mathematically-absolute masochist and had completely refused to accept any of Milly’s self-condemnations about it.

Please just let me feel like an asshole about this. Crashing her head into the channel-back.

“Yeah, but also because the moment I didn’t like it I could have just bisected you like a lunchbox sandwich. Make sure it’s not too hot, so like, your guts spill all over the floor—”

Milly had peeled her head up slowly, staring at her from only a few inches away.

What the hell is even wrong with you.

“See, I’m tough.”

Laser’s little smiles could feel a lot more sinister now. Milly tried convincing herself it was just Laser trying to prove a point. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m not really that cute, I just pretend about this stuff so people take it easy on me.”

Her eyes darted away a little, needing the visual space to dump what came next.

“Cos then, for the most part, I don’t get all the comments about resting-bitch-face, video essays about using my powers wrong, or like the death-slash-rape threats that Trem and Cyk are always getting.” God, even Milly could sympathise with a Little Miss for that.

Laser was starting to pull away, but before she could Milly nipped a kiss on her forehead, eliciting a delicious squeak that kept her in her place.

“I still think you’re cute.” And what the hell is wrong with me.

Laser liked that, didn’t want to agree with it, but liked it. “I know, but— freak.”

Milly nodded her forehead against Laser’s — totally trapped now, peering up nervously as Milly tried to reassure her in turn. “You can be weird and still cute. I prefer it.”

“Yeah but like—”

Struggling to find the words. Or struggling to contain too many of them.

“I know it keeps me safe but— I think I just wish people saw me being sweet and innocent as part of my strength, not something that spites it.”

She peered back into Milly’s eyes, crying for rarely unhorny reasons. “There’s no right way to be when you’re me. And like, everything that means and stuff.”

Milly thought she got it, but didn’t want to say that in case she was wrong and fucked it up. No, instead, she vaulted herself over the couch, errant boot accidentally trampling one of Laser’s feet, an elbow sent sprawling into her face.

“Ow, ha ha. Stop!”

Big, lesbian biker oaf was a role Milly could play, unintentionally or not, to perfection. Laser liked it a lot. “You know Doll, I think the world is really lucky you haven’t heel-turned. You would make an unstoppable villain.”

“I know,” she said, dishing out an actually trademarked grin. “Maybe you should try corrupting me into one?”

Milly glanced at her phone, before tossing it loosely on to the carpet.

“Six hours till my co-worker’s here. Let’s see what progress I can make, beloved captive.”

(Masterpost) / (Next)

originally written on cohost 16/11/2023, in response to Making-Up-Magical-Girls' prompt:

Magical Girl Who Has The Villain Right Where She Wants Them

and Making-Up-A-Villain's add-on prompt:

Villain who is in danger… of having a very good bad time

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 40

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 38 - Part 39

Warning: Buggy x fem reader, not proof-read - I am not so happy with the last chapters of this story, but I will still share it with you guys, since you all have kept on reading until now. Thanks. <3

His confession left you stunned. In his embrace, you felt a surge of emotions, and all your anger, disbelief, and disappointment seemed to dissipate with those three words. Perhaps there was a chance he wasn't being entirely honest, maybe he was only trying to console you. But the longing for his touch had consumed you so profoundly that you were more than willing to embrace him now.

Turning to face him, you saw his body fully reattached, standing before you. His arms remained around you, but not too tight, ready to release you if that was your wish. Love radiated from his eyes. Gone were the desires, lust, and fears that had plagued him before—now, he simply wanted you to know that he supported you and your decisions.

Closing your eyes, you leaned in and kissed him. His red nose gently pressed against your cheek, and he immediately reciprocated, holding you more firmly in his embrace.

As you broke the kiss, you gazed into his green eyes, posing the question with a hint of hesitation, "What do we do now?"

He grinned and planted another kiss on your lips before responding, "You tell me. You have the freedom to choose...!"

Both exhausted from the weight of longing and anger, you and Buggy spent the night on the beach, finding solace in each other's presence. Lying side by side in the sand, you listened to the soothing rhythm of the waves, gradually succumbing to sleep. Buggy held you tenderly throughout the night, as if trying to make amends for his absence in the preceding weeks.

With the arrival of morning, you reluctantly rose from your slumber and informed Buggy to wait, deciding to thank Luffy and bid farewell to the Straw Hat crew. As you turned towards the other end of the beach, expecting to see the Going Merry still anchored, your heart sank as you realized the ship was already gone. Disbelief washed over you as you approached the spot where the Merry had been just the night before, only to discover the same small piece of paper you had dropped in Alabasta under a stone—a note that Nami had undoubtedly held onto all this time.

Beneath your desperate plea, "Please help me!" were the words, "You're welcome. See you in the New World!" In an instant, you understood that Luffy had chosen to depart, making the decision easier for you. He knew you wanted to stay with Buggy, but he also recognized the weight of indebtedness you would have felt towards the Straw Hat crew. Once again, Luffy had made a decision on your behalf, trusting that your decision was to be with the clown pirate.

Returning to Buggy's side, you noticed him brushing off sand from his pants as he stood up. "Looks like I'm back with the Buggy Pirates!" you exclaimed, a smile gracing your lips. In a sudden, spontaneous, and childlike gesture, you leaped into his arms.

"Good for me," Buggy grinned, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "But it's also good for the Straw Hats to leave. The next time we meet, we won't be friends anymore."

As you settle back into the embrace of Buggy's arms, you find comfort in the knowledge that you are now truly by his side. The realization that the Straw Hat crew has departed weighs on your heart. It's a bittersweet moment, as you had grown fond of them during your time together, yet your desire to be with Buggy is undeniably strong. During all this time you already knew that you wanted to stay with him. And you knew you were strong enough to forgive him and try to trust him again. 

As you step foot onto Buggy's pirate ship, a sense of familiarity and excitement fills your being. Here you are again. As if you had never left. The crew members welcome you warmly, Mohji not approaching you directly seeing you with the captain so close, but his face showing sincere happiness that you have come back on board. The crew's cheers echo through the air, but your attention is quickly drawn to Buggy, who leads you to his personal quarters. With each step, anticipation builds within you, wondering what awaits in the room where you last had spent a night in together. 

As the door swings open, you immediately see it. What captures your attention, causing your heart to skip a beat, is a familiar garment hanging delicately on a hook.

There it is, your favorite green dress, the one you thought you had left behind long ago. Its vibrant colors and intricate patterns evoke memories of your days with Buggy. You reach out, tracing the fabric with your fingertips, feeling a rush of emotions flood over you.

Buggy watches you intently, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability etched across his features. He clears his throat, his voice filled with a tenderness that catches you off guard. "I kept it," he confesses softly, his eyes never leaving your face. "I thought of you often, and this dress... it reminded me of the light you brought into my life."

A profound warmth spreads through your chest, and tears of gratitude well up in your eyes. In that moment, you realize the depth of Buggy's feelings for you, the lengths he has gone to preserve a piece of your shared history.

You turn to face him, the dress held gently in your hands. A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you speak, your voice filled with emotion. "Thank you, Buggy.. this means more to me than words can express."

Buggy's eyes soften, his own smile mirroring yours. "I couldn't bear to part with it, knowing that it held such significance in your heart," he admits "It's a reminder of the person you are and the love we've found amidst this chaotic pirate life."

You approach Buggy, your hands tenderly framing his face. A mixture of emotions swirl within you—affection, frustration, and a hint of playfulness. With a teasing smile on your lips, you speak, your voice carrying a blend of fondness and reproach.

"You sentimental, foolish clown," you say, your tone laced with a hint of mock anger. "Why didn't you express all these feelings before? Where were you when I needed you the most?" The words hang in the air, even as forgiveness has already taken root in your heart.

Buggy's eyes widen in a momentary flicker of fear, but before his worry can fully take hold, you lean forward and kiss him once more. The kiss is both a reassurance and a reminder that while you may still be a little angry, your love for him prevails. His body pressed against yours, his warmth enveloping you, and the taste of his lips sparked a familiar longing within you, causing a delightful dizziness to sweep over you. You wanted him. You wanted him still so badly. 

But just as the intensity of the moment begins to build, Buggy interrupts the kiss, gently pulling away. You can see desire shimmering in his eyes, yet a firm resolve, befitting a pirate captain of a pirate crew. 

"We can't," Buggy interjects, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and self-discipline. "We've just returned, and I need to address the crew. They believe I single-handedly defeated the Straw Hat crew to claim you back..."

"I understand," you reply, your voice conveying a mix of admiration and acceptance. "Go, Buggy. Address your crew, set their minds at ease. We have time."

With a final lingering gaze, you both acknowledge the unspoken promise that lingers in the air—the promise of a future filled with stolen moments and shared intimacies. Buggy straightens himself, his resolve firm, and with a gentle touch, he brushes his fingers against your cheek before turning to leave the room.

As the door closes behind him, you take a moment to collect yourself, your heart still fluttering from the intensity of the exchange. 

[leggerefiore]

cw: demon au, poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), fluffy mostly,

The demonic world was something impossible to understand to humans. Utterly impossible to properly comprehend, even when mated to one of the terrifying creatures themselves. They provided a mild reprieve from endless confusion every delivered to you, but they often had other tasks and duties to return to when here. It was a place of pure and utter liquid, bleary existence for humans. Which is why demons mostly only brought their mates here to isolate them from humanity, or if they absolutely had to.

In your case, it was a bit of both. Ingo and Emmet were not the biggest fans of bringing you here, but they clearly held distaste about leaving you alone with humans for too long. They had talked about leaving you with a witch friend of theirs, but she had work out of the region and could not.

You clung to the younger of the identical demons desperately, trying to feel normal for a moment. He rubbed your back gently and cooed at you softly. His presence alone was something that made everything feel a level similar to your own world, but it still felt wrong being here. Ingo stared at you both with a sigh. In a way, they had explained, you three all shared a soul. They were two halves of whole themselves as twins, and you were their other half as well. You supposed it was each of you being a third rather than a half, but it was also difficult to comprehend a lot of things related to them even when they explained it.

“Dearest… I know you would rather come with us, but I do think it is best for you to remain in our home,” Ingo's voice pierced the odd pulsating buzz in their air with ease, “... Our duties are not the most pleasing for humans.” You clung to Emmet tighter, determined to convince him to remain at your side. The older demon felt pity at the sight. “I could… Do everything alone, Emmet,” he spoke quietly to his counterpart, “They seem especially needy today.” They only spoke for your benefit, as they could understand each other at merely a thought.

You tightened around his arm and gazed at him pleadingly. It was hard for the demon to pull away when you forced such pitiful feelings into the shared soul-space of you. His hands moved to cup your cheeks as his grin grew eerily wide. “Are you verrrry sure, brother?” Emmet replied, “I would love to stay with them, but I will distract you.” You swallowed while Ingo shook his head. His eyes always held an ominous glow, which only grew more apparent the longer you gazed into them.

“I ask you to resist,” the older twin replied, “I will work fast… So, please, hold off until later.” You hummed softly as the buzzing completely dissipated when he reached a hand to comb through your hair. Everything only truly relented when they were both around. “I truly do hate to leave your side, but I promise to return, my love,” his voice faded away as he began to walk through the door that only seemed to appear when they were approaching it.

You blinked, and he was gone, leaving you with Emmet. He hummed playfully as he pulled onto the couch and into his lap. The odd presence of his entire body pressed against your back and his head hung over your shoulder. “We hate being apart from you, too,” he cooed lightly, “We waited so many centuries that being separated again is terrifying… And having your soul unfinished is painful.” His arms pressed tightly around your torso. “We love you more than anything,” a soft kiss was pressed to your cheek, “We will be together, foreverrrr.” You relaxed against him with a yawn.

Your relationship had become more stable with them since your first encounter, and you would admit there was a certain appeal about even terrifying beings such as them loving and caring for you so deeply and endlessly. Your hand rested over one of his holding you. “I love you both, too,” you yawned again and pressed yourself closer against him.

[jinlizz-dragondrama]

Chapter 8

Hide n Seek and Evil Shoes?

3rd POV

Two years have gone by, and it feels like yesterday when you just met Donnie and the gang. You guys are pretty much inseparable, heck Master Splinter thinks of you as his second daughter (Number one daughter goes to April love you girl!!) Anyways, with you now, soon to be turning 16, and in your sophomore year of high school, things have gone by pretty smoothly. You've grown into quite the woman, acne please def not an issue (lucky bastard wish I didn't have acne in high school) *clears throat* Now then you still have your cheerleader bullies and are still a bit insecure about your eyes so you continue to wear brown contacts.

Your pops have been acting suspicious lately, and it doesn't help that you've been having nightmares that keep you up all night. Such terrible dreams of vines and purplish red tentacle-like appendages protruding from your back, eyes turned into cat-like slits with yellow scleras, teeth sharp and pointy. People scream in the background as you are holding your best friend Donnie by the throat choking him with a vine. An armored person from head to toe walks up behind me, the metal foot pads clanking with each step it took, a menacing stare and red eyes glare at the turtle, it places its sharp metal hand on my shoulder encouraging me to finish him. Don's eyes are brimmed with tears as he reached out to you, as he was desperately trying to force air into his lungs. No matter how hard you try to let go, you can't. It's as if your body isn't your own. Then you are thankfully woken up by your alarm.

Y/N POV

Waking up in a cold sweat, I sit up and try to catch my quickened breath. My T-shirt is sticking to my skin, my hair is an unruly mess, and warm tears streak my face. As I slow my breathing, I check the time and see that it's 9 am. on a Saturday. Dropping my phone onto my bed, I walk to my bathroom, and start the shower with cold water, walking past the mirror I look at my reflection and a flash of an evil grin and murderous eyes stare back at me. Rubbing my eyes and looking back quickly, the image is gone. After my shower, I get dressed in some grey leggings, a sports bra, and a hoodie, skipping on putting in my contacts as I doubt I'd see anyone I knew from school. Grabbing my phone, charger, some snacks, and an already-packed swim bag with a change of clothes, make my way out of the new secret hideout under the shoe store. Using the back entrance, I make my way through the alleyway. Clicking my sneaker heels together the skates pop out, and looking down at them I admire how they look thanks to Donnie's upgrade I can go way faster, input coordinates and not have to move my feet. But I only use the autopilot if I'm going long distances, skating to the school pool, climbing over the fence, disabling the cameras from my phone on an app (perks of having a tech-savvy friend and after the purple dragon incident he got a pretty good layout of the security system which in his words was "subpar"). I changed into my bathing suit and started my workout. Even with swimming I couldn't escape the images and sounds from my nightmare once finished I dried off wrapped a towel around me, sat on the ground, and began to meditate to calm my mind.

I was soon rudely interrupted by my phone ringing, opening one of my eyes and seeing the caller ID is Mikey. My anger quickly dissipates, and I answer getting an invite for pizza and hang-out time. Dressing back into my clothes, finding the designated manhole, and jumping down. I enter the lair, and walking into the kitchen I see Raoh opening a piping hot box of pizza, putting my stuff down on the floor I walk up to them.

"Ok, Rock, paper, scissors for the first slice. Me and Mikey are up" Raph says

Knowing full well that Raph picks Mikey because he always uses scissors. Everyone but poor Mikey has realized this. Of course, Mikey loses and Raph is about to take a bite into his slice when the lights go off, then back on, and his beloved slice is gone. Soon the lights flicker again and the whole pizza is gone, we all freak out at how quickly it disappeared.

"The table is eating our pizza!" Mikey shouts

We hear chuckling, scampering, and mouth-stuffing sounds.

"It's the chair!" Mikey shouts and points at the chair

As the boys start to get ready to attack the chair, Splinter appears seemingly out of thin air eating a slice of pizza. Apparently, today is the day we learn about ninja stealth and invisibility. He shouts "Lights off jitsu", the lights flicker again, and the pizza slice he threw at Leo disappears. We meet on a building behind a billboard, I sit next to Splinter behind the billboard while he explains to the boys about sneaking into Big Mama's Yokai Hotel.

"Ninja invisibility lesson number one keep to the shadows," he says while he moves into the shadow of the billboard

"Lesson two Blind spots use your enemy's blind spots," he says while popping out of each of our blind spots which freaked me out a bit not gonna lie.

"Lesson three be as light as a feather...as quick as a fast feather move quickly and softly," he says as he bounces around our surroundings

"Lesson four Slooow Moootion Juuutsuu" he says while I watch him slowly grab Donnie's tech Bo from his hand and his wallet.

"Oh please like you can sneak up on- hey give me back my Tech Bo" he pats himself down "And wallet"

Splinter tosses my Donnie's wallet and I catch it with an evil grin.

"Sweet now I can buy some stuff off my Amazon wish list!" I say evilly

"You wouldn't dare!" Donnie says while pointing at me.

"Now using your new skills sneak up on me and attack," Splinter says while side-eyeing them with his back turned towards to boys.

Mikey....being well Miket announces he's about to attack but is reminded not to do that by Splinter then he does the most hilarious thing and attempts to do lights-off jutsu with the sun. I couldn't help but snicker at his attempt. But then Raph tries to do light as a feather jutsu and you can guess how well that went...spoiler alert it didn't go well his stomping caused a mini earthquake that shook us about and caused a water tank to topple over and wash us into a garbage-filled alleyway.

"Boys you're not kindergartens, Lesson five blend into your surroundings," he says After using a ninja smoke pellet and disappears

The boys can't seem to find him, but he reappears in a turtle disguise. I immediately know it's him but I let the boys figure it out...which they don't. I roll my eyes and smack myself on the forehead when they fall for the trick and they attack a bag of garbage that was very close in shape of Splinter's body. Each one of the boys receives a karate chop to the head after he removes the disguise. Master's last hope is to send the boys on their own to figure it out for themselves. They hover over to the hotel using Donnie's battle shell. We watch them leave and Splinter tells me to go after them and that I'll benefit from this lesson. He tosses me a disguise brooch that Sunita gave to him for me, placing it on my clothes I transform into a teenage turtle, putting on my pink ninja mask and quickly admiring my turtle body I take off after them. (Don't judge my design please it's a work in progress 👀)

Splinter watches the Nexus Hotel waiting for us to return and several days go by without our return. He starts to go into panic mode.

"I've sent my children to their doom! Don't worry kids help is on the way" He shouts and runs towards the hotel.

Once he arrives he changes into Bell Boy clothes and sees that the hotel is in utter chaos...come to find out it's spa day for Big Mama. Splinter tries to close the elevator but a bunch of Yokai fill it up and Im pushed in as well. Once they all leave the elevator and reach their floor, Splinter and I look at each other and sigh. Donnie and Mikey, are hiding under a room service cart not their greatest moment but I got bored of hiding in the shadows and watching each of them utterly fail so many times to get the dog tag. So I dressed in the hotel staff uniform and was pretty much blending in. They roll themselves into the elevator and Mikey thought it would be the best time for him to try slow-motion jutsu which made me sweat a bit with how slow he was going that it was very obvious. Once they reach their "desired" floor the boys speed off and almost bump into Gus. Thankfully Master was able to distract Gus with a steak dinner that was on the tray. We then go to find the other two boys, Raph is doing horribly at blending in with the shadows, he grabs a huge leaf, chuckles to himself, and tiptoes towards Gus to get the tag, but his sneaking up on people stink activates and I toss a tennis ball towards Gus which he gleefully catches and plays with while Splinter hides Raph behind a painting. We then get back into the elevator to look for Leo, we find him in a room full of yokai, quickly grabbing a seat at the bar. Leo moves from blindspot to blind spot, which thankfully no one notices because they are distracted by the fight that is being shown on these snow globe tv things until he reaches Gus and goes for the collar just as one of the competitors wins and everyone stands up to cheer. Leo is left dangling and holding onto the collar we both spit out our drinks when Gus recognizes him. Leon splashes Gus's drink in his face and takes off running, we quickly follow him.

Mikey and Donnie are going up a stairwell with the service cart still hiding them, but Leo runs into them, he tries to grab onto something which ended up being me and we fall down the stairway. We all take off running and crash into Raph as we roll into a hidden room. We are surrounded by a bunch of Big Mama's henchmen. They look at me with confused looks on their faces.

"Who's she and how did she get here?" Mikey says

"It's me you dumb dumbs, but now is not the time," I say interrupting their awe

"Come on let's make Pop's proud," Raph said

"Lights off jutsu," Mikey says as he claps his hands

"Oh come on Mikey that's not gonna-" Donnie says before he is cut off by the lights going off and the giant lava lamp is still on but casts very dark shadows around the room.

"I will never doubt you again," Donnie says shocked

"Alright guys, keep to the shadows," Raph says as we disappear

Taking out each henchman at a time, Master watches from the air vent in the room. The lights turn back on and we each take turns demonstrating what Splinter taught us. In the end, Donnie catches the dog tag that Raph unhooked from Gus's neck. Once we made our way back to the building with the billboard we start to celebrate and Splinter congratulates the boys and me on a job well done. We are dismissed to go celebrate as a group, I jump onto Donnie's jet pack and we head out to get pizza.

"So are we gonna talk about Aqua's turtle disguise or nah?" Leon says with a smirk

I roll my eyes and retort, "Well this is a disguise brooch I got from Sunita, now I'm part of the turtle club"

Leo snorts and we fist bump. Unbeknownst to me Donnie is blushing as I took on the characteristics of a Soft Shell turtle just like him.

Donnie POV

Wow, who would have thought she'd look adjacent in both her human form and a turtle form?

We grab some pizza and head back to the lair to play some games and possibly watch a movie. April finally stops by wearing a work uniform and tells us about her job working at the Foot Shack. I smile that she got a job there and we can be work buddies. I've been working there ever since they opened, it's a fairly popular store and I love working there. I even designed a few shoes.

I'm on the couch with one of Donnie's purple weighted blankets and with a closed Jupiter Jim comic on my lap. The boys had left the room before April came and once the movie was done to skateboard. Splinter returns to the lair doing his "conga dad dance" (Don't judge the name of the dance lol). We both laugh at his dance, which surprises him and pops his back out of place. We try to help him but apparently the conga dad dance has more than one use and he uses it to pop his back into place.

He sees the Foot Print on April's shirt and says "That is a curious symbol"

"Yea, it's my Dads logo for their shoe store, April and I are work buddies now" I say happily while high fiving April.

"The Foot Shack, hm perhaps I should drop by I do love kickies" he says somewhat suspiciously

April puts an end to it by telling him that his whole "situation" isn't gonna come and disturb us at work. But knowing Splints he doesn't take no for an answer. April and I leave to head into work and Splints gets to work with his teenager disguise.

April and I are stocking up the shoes when we see Splints wearing open toed shoes. Those puppies have seen better days, I try my best not to puke.

"Now do not be alarmed, but I suspect your store is being run by the most evil forces to ever walk the earth" He quietly shouts to us

"You cannot be for real" April retorts

I start picking up the boxes April dropped when both of my dads walk in. They walk past us but not before Papa Brutus ruffles my hair and gives me a thumbs up. They enter through a circular door vault that locks behind them. April tries to get Splints to leave well enough alone but he makes a break for it and rushes up a fire escape to look into the secret room.

We follow after him, I briefly hear the boys screaming and some loud flapping but when I turn around I don't see anything. Shrugging it off and watch as Splints falls through a window and lands on upper part of the room.

April and I hop down and see both of my Dads and a group of Foot Clan warriors. Splinter pulls us down and shushes us

"You two please, you do not know the great evil these men are capable of" he says seriously

"Behold warriors of the Foot Clan" says Papa Lui as he pulls a cloth to reveal something...it was a really long cloth so the suspense was killing Splinter.

"Our new sprung line, aren't they beautiful" Papa Lui says

"Wait a minute pump sandals? That is a real thing?" Splints says completely shocked

"Hey!" I say taking offense to that statement

"That our darling daughter created" Papa Lui says proudly

"Such talent" Papa Brutus says while wiping a tear

"Oh sorry Aqua..." Splinter says awkwardly

But he continues to laugh "The Foot Clan has become shoe salesmen"

"Which we will use in today's aquasituon" Papa Lui continues while holding a scroll and revealing an armor. Both Splinter and I freakout a bit before April pulls us back before anyone can see. I have flashbacks of the dreams I've been having lately and start sweat and have a mini panic attack. Splints tells us the history of the armor, April and I gasp while looking at eachother.

"I work at an evil shoe store" April says exasperated

"For years I had a hunch they were hiding something from me" I say sadly as a tear runs down my cheek.

April tries to comfort me, the Foot Clan starts to leave the vault while wearing my new shoe design to the van. Splints goes to jump down but slips, kicking over shoe boxes and falling onto two foot clan warriors. We both look downbat him as he rips the uniform off of a guy.

Rushing back outside we see the warriors getting into a van, Splints gets in line with them and April and I follow behind.

"Were coming with you!" I say

"No, I'm going deep undercover to make sure they take not one shred of the evil armor. Please give my love to my sons." Be says heartfelt

"Hey guys your pops loves you, do not reply all" April says while quickly typing the text to the boys

Meanwhile the boys are attacking a giant mutant pigeon but we'll get back to that later 😉.

April gets a text notification and it Alerts Papa Lui, he quickly shows us away telling us to get back into the store.

"Awww, you never let me get to go on your missions" I say trying to get him to let me go which fails miserably.

Splints is able to get in the van with everyone. April grabs her bike and I follow her using my roller skates. We quietly enter Grand Central Station finding places to hide. The Clan starts searching for the armor pieces. April ends up making noise from her hiding spot and I peek my head out from my spot. The two of us are dawned in Foot Clan clothes and Splinter instructs us to distract the Clan while he gets the piece. (Insert not so ninja moves as we make our way over lol) Once we successfully distract them, I hear the sound of a horn, the Turtle Tank comes barreling through the glass window.

"And he sticks the landing" Leo says proudly

I face Palm myself and groan inwardly

"Mystic Metal" Donnie shouts while pointing at undercover Splinter who's holding the metal

"Just as I planned...wait what are the flameheads doing here" Raph questions while using Donnie's habd to point at the Clan.

The Clan starts to attack, April and I rush uo to Splinter, he gives is the metal peace and quickly make our way to a train. Getting onto a train we are ambushed by purple tentacle vines, immediately I fly into action using vines to fight them back to protect April, it was a pretty intense fight that I desperately hope to win.

The warriors were easily defeated by the boys, seeing that Splinter is the only one standing Papa Lui forces him to fight The boys. Which he kicks serious butt wish I was there to see it. Knowing Donnie records everything he wouldn't let me see it...scoff. Anyways purple tentacle vines force their way through the floor and causes it to collapse. Draxum, The boys and my dads exchange words, but is cut off by Draxum throwing April to the floor and holding me tightly with his tentacles.

"Caught these two stealing our property, But this one is quite interesting, put up a really good fight, I wonder who this could be" Draxum says while pulling off my mask.

"Let go of me you overgrown goat freak" I shout

Everyone gasps and Donnie clenches onto his Tech Bo ready to attack and save me.

"Sweetheart what are you doing here?" Says Papa Brutus shocked

"Let her go, she's one of us" Papa Lui says

"What no way Aqua is a part of the Foot Clan?" Mikey says

"Yes, I mean no, it's complicated" I say while struggling to break free not bring able to concentrate and use my powers.

Draxum looks at me and smirks, "Interesting I think I might do some experiments on her, her powers may be of use to me"

The boys get into fighting stances and My dads had looks that could kill directed towards Draxum. Splints goes to attack Draxum but his pops out of place once more and quickly does his conga dad dance which the boys recognize and freak out once they realize it's their Dad. Draxum grabs Splints, he breaks free from the tentacles and comes to the realization that he's Lou Jitsu. In their shocked states April reveals herself and they charge an attack to save me, both my dads think the boys are coming to attack me so they send paper ninjas to protect me. The armor piece gets tossed onto the tracks of the train and gets run over. The gang easily defeats a few of the paper ninjas, Donnie hits Draxum with his Tech Bo, Draxum ends uo dropping me, Don catches me abd holds onto me tightly. Papa Lui sends more after them, Raph grabs all of us and jumps onto the oncoming train. It was like everything was moving in slow motion, I see my dads reaching out to grab me with sad looks on their faces, tears stream down my face and I bury my face in Donnie's plastron. We hop if the train once it reaches near the lair, Splinter karate chops the boys and grounds them all. I'm in a corner trying to calm down and wiping tears from my face. Mikey comes over to comfort me, Donnie awkwardly stands back and rubs the back of his neck.

"Well since you have no place to go-" he's cut off by a glare from everyone. "I mean um you're welcome to stay with us as long as you want, right guys!"

Everyone agrees with him and smiles at me.

"Yea, we know you aren't in kahoots with those guys you'll be safe with us" Leo says confidently

Smiling and rushing to hug everyone doing the weird crying-laughing thing. Splinter interrupts asking one of the boys to carry him and we make our way to the lab. Little did we know that my dad's and Draxum put the armor pieces together and attached them to the almost complete armor. My dad's vow that they will stop at nothing to bring me back home to them. And this is the start of my new life with the Turtle brothers.

[kraekat29]

I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him - picking the song make up sex by machine gun kelly 💕

Congrats again!

Breakup Just To Make Up

A breakup was never easy, not in tv shows and most definitely not in real life.

Paige had broken up with him, her family was just too complicated- thanksgiving was the icing on the cake.

Heartbroken from what she’d done, Rudy wanted her to feel his pain, purposely lying about her during an interview.

He expected her to be livid when she came back to their small studio apartment, her glare was cold, he'd never seen her this way before.

She opened the door for him, barely even acknowledging his presence, but secretly underneath she did miss him, way more than she should.

He’d torn her apart and drug her name through the mud, she hated that she still loved him, even after everything he had done.

She made her way into their bedroom and began to pack the last of her things, blocking out his apology, he didn’t mean it, she should’ve known better than to fall in love with him.

Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she’d cried enough over him lately, now she was on her own, filming would definitely be an issue now.

She felt his arms wrap around her from behind and she froze, desperately wanting to welcome his embrace- god she’d missed it.

She turned and looked up at him, sighing before hugging him, she wanted to tell him that she hated him, that she never wanted to see him again but she couldn’t bring herself to say it, knowing it wasn’t the truth.

Paige sighed, deciding to just hear him out, not really in the mood for an argument she sat on the edge of the bed and gestured for him to begin.

She listened to him, folding her hands on her lap, he did seem sorry but it would take a lot for her to take him back.

He sat next to her and she looked up at him, she really didn’t want to leave but she knew she had to, he’d broken all trust she had in him.

She went to look away but he grabbed her chin, placing his lips on hers in a sweet kiss, everything in her screamed to shove him away, slap him and run- but her body betrayed her as she kissed him back, desperately missing the feeling.

He laid her down as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her, one more time wouldn’t hurt right?

She leaned up and kissed along his jawline, occasionally leaving little marks to claim him as hers. 

She kissed down his neck until she reached his shoulder, gently biting down, proving a point- it’d be hard for him to cover all these marks up.

He seemed to have the same idea, both of them making it hard to forget the other after all this was over.

Little by little his Paige started to come back, her anger dissipating as her kisses became sweeter rather than harsh.

He laced her hands above her head as he rolled his hips into hers, watching the way her back arched for him- it was so easy for her to submit.

She leaned up and kissed him, quietly moaning into his mouth, resting their foreheads against each others.

He released her hands and allowed her to hold onto him, nuzzling her face into his neck and kissing it.

He kissed along her shoulder, thrusting harder as she whined, needing more from him, he didn’t hesitate to give her what she wanted, doing anything he could just to make her stay.

She gazed up at him, looking in his eyes before capturing his lips again, kissing him like it was her last dying breath.

He kissed her back, holding her body tight against his as they both came, moaning into each others mouths.

He laid his head on her chest as she pet his hair- she couldn’t leave him now, maybe they could try to work it out?

She knew in time she’d fully forgive him, she truly did love him even if he didn’t deserve it, and she knew he loved her.

She kissed his head and held him close, ready to give him a second chance after all.

~Welcome to the meadow~

[rainbowywitch]

Hi,

I hope you're doing well. ❤️

I'm writing to you with full of hope to help me and my family. My family is in a very danger situation due to the ongoing war, and I've launched a GoFundMe campaign to save them. 😢

Could you please share my campaign post from my profile? Each share could be a lifeline for my family. 🙏 Feel free to share it in any other social media platform if you would like.

From the bottom of my heart I want to thank you in advance for all of your support and kindness.

Hello everyone, I hope you take a minute to read our story. I’m Hazem Shawish, trying to save my family from the war We’re a family of 8 members, me, my mother, and I have 4 brothers and two sisters. And their kids Islam (30) years old Hashem (31) Samer (29) Mohammad (35) Nisreen (37) Noor (36). Kids Amal (12) Kenzy (17) Zoheer (19)

In the shadow of conflict, our family has faced unimaginable hardships. The passing of my father, a victim to the cruel grasp of hunger and inadequate healthcare, left a void in our lives, underscoring the fragility of our existence here. My brother, Samer, battles bipolar disorder, a condition exacerbated by the ongoing war and the severe shortage of essential medications. Without access to the necessary treatment, his life is at risk, and we live in constant fear for his well-being amidst the chaos that surrounds us. These personal tragedies have deepened the urgency of our situation.

Every day is a struggle for survival, and each night is filled with prayers for a brighter tomorrow. Yet, amidst the darkness, we hold onto hope, seeking solace in the belief that one day, the clouds of war will dissipate, and we will find the peace and stability we so desperately crave. Until then, we endure, clinging to the threads of our resilience, and nurturing dreams of a safer, healthier future for us all. Our home, once a sanctuary of love and warmth, was destroyed, displacing us into a life of uncertainty and fear. The laughter of my children and my sister's daughters, once the music of our home, is now silenced by the echoes of conflict. They deserve a future where education and happiness are not just dreams but realities.

we had a supermarket that helped as to live and earn money but it was bombed and we have nothing now

But our challenges are not just physical; they are emotional and psychological. The loss of my father and the imminent threat to my brother's life weigh heavily on us. My mother, who has endured so much, faces the unimaginable fear of losing another child. For her, for my brother, for my children, and for the future of our family, we seek a new beginning. We dream of a place far from the sounds of war— we want to be safe with my family we dream to move to Egypt to save ourselves This journey is more than a physical relocation; it is a quest for dignity, for normalcy, for the very essence of what makes life worth living. We seek to restore what conflict has stripped from us: our home, our health, and our hope. We turn to you, not just as donors, but as fellow humans who understand the power of compassion and community. Your support, in any form, is a beacon of hope in our darkest times. It represents solidarity and a shared belief in the sanctity of life and the right to a safe and peaceful existence. Our dream is simple yet seems a world away: to escape to Egypt . for children to pursue education and a life unshaded by conflict, and for us to honor my father's memory in a land of peace. However, this dream bears a significant cost, one that is beyond our reach. For each of us to make this journey, to cross borders towards a life of safety and dignity, we estimate the need for at least $5,000 per person. This sum covers the complex tapestry of legal, travel, and initial resettlement expenses. Thank you for hearing our story, for your empathy, and for considering standing with us as we embark on this journey to a new life. With heartfelt gratitude, Hazem

[the-void-and-the-mirror]

A Cycle With Grief

In the very recent past, a lot has happened. I'd been struggling to cope with life. My car is still in the repair shop, needing thousands of dollars of repair work, while I rent a car I also don't have money for. And my insurance won't cover any of it. (We found a way to file through the state, and it should work, but that's to the side.) It left me wondering how I'm supposed to see the better side of things when life keeps throwing me curve balls like this. How am I supposed to feel like the universe isn't against me when things keep happening? When nothing seems to align despite my efforts? I keep trying and trying to be kicked when I'm down.

…Yet, that same day, I had another realisation.

I'd been dealing with the rage I felt when thinking of my mum would resurface, as it does. The hundreds of things that still sting, making me wonder why I wasn't good enough for them while my sister remained the golden child. Even if she did the same things I did, she was still revered while I was belittled. There's a lot of hurt there. As the rage surfaced over and over, again and again, I found myself desperately craving one thing: justice. I wanted vengeance for what I was put through, I wanted them to suffer in a million ways. I hated them. I hated their lies. And I'd been holding onto this rage because I didn't know where to put it, what else to do with it.

This day, I came to the slow realisation that my rage was hurting me more than anyone else. And I mean that. I had a million revenge plots I would never act on, I had no way to justify myself, and no matter what I did, it would never be enough. So just where was I supposed to put my anger, justified as it was? I told myself it wasn't like karma was doing anything.

Except… then I realised I was very much firsthand witnessing it in action. My dad is always sick nowadays, constantly in and out of the hospital. My mother is miserable without me in her life. And both of my parents became the very people they hated, who they swore to never become. Karma is not fast, not in the way that many would like, me included. But I did see it very much happening right before my eyes. And with my mum, my power was back in my hands. I can withhold whatever I want and I will be impacting her.

I also noticed, very abruptly, that my rage had dissipated with this realisation. I kept an eye on it, in case it might resurface. But it's been two weeks, and I still feel the same neutrality. I wouldn't go so far to say I'm fine with everything, but I'm not burdened by fury that I can't wield. And it's started bearing fruit recently.

In the last few days, I've had a string of surprisingly very good days, something I haven't felt in such a very long time. I'm so used to everything being negative, disappointing, or maybe neutral at best. I'd learnt not to get my hopes up because I'd just be let down. The first day, the school janitor I thought I put off used my pronouns. The next, I got my first hug from one of the kids who has a struggling home life. The second of a book I loved came in the mail. I wasn't getting stressed out by the minor inconveniences I normally did. And I noticed all of this. On the third day, I got my hair cut. I expected to be meh about it, but I had been struggling with sensory issues with my long hair that I just couldn't do anything with and resolved to cut it short. When I got the cut down, I was filled with euphoria. The, "Oh, there you are" moment. I love the haircut. I dyed it red. It looks so good and I can easily style it multiple ways with just a little bit of product. I think I'll keep this hairstyle forever. Even today, after a rough moment, I decided to cheer myself up by spending time with my boyfriend. We went to a candy store, got some comfort food, came home and splurged a few episodes of a show on Hulu. And even then, one of my hobbies has really brightened my day.

I'm noticing this impossible string of good days, despite the negative moments. And I noticed that I've decided, "Just because it's a bad moment doesn't mean it has to be a bad day." And it's making all the difference.

The biggest difference I've noticed? I feel genuinely happy. For the first time since I can remember. Through all of my muted emotions, I finally found what I've been chasing. I feel HAPPY. I feel great, and in control, and how to handle myself when I'm having a time. I'm making it through, step by step.

And I wanted to share that today. I broke through. I made it to the next step in the large chunks of my life that have been covered in muck and shadow. After learning to love myself, learning to set boundaries, I have finally learnt to feel genuine happiness. With all of my heart.

Life is a struggle, and we can't always see how we're going to get to where we want to be. But if we keep trying, and put in the little things to work, and keep our eye on the goal, just maybe it clicks someday. The pieces add up, and the thing we worked so hard for is something we finally achieved. And we can be truly proud of ourselves in these moments, because… You made it. You did it. Even when the world told you that you were damned to suffer, you made it one step further. You made the world a little brighter for yourself. You persevered when it might have been easier to quit. You made it. You did it. And you did it with all of that weight on your shoulders that you should never have had to bear in the first place.

You've made it so far. And you'll continue to get there. And I'm proud of you. I believe in you. Even if things don't manifest the way you're expecting, you're still trying. And that's all I can ask you do, for yourself. Because you deserve love, and respect, and happiness. Despite what the world tried to do to put that light out. Keep going, even if sometimes that love for yourself means that you need to focus on resting. Love yourself enough to take the time you need, and the care you deserve. You've got this.

[kurokawaia]

Too Cute | Saigiku Jouno

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WC; 1.9k+┊!MDNI! ┊TW; Fem!reader! X jouno saigiku, reader is implied to be shorter than jouno, and is wearing a skirt. Grinding, cumming in panties, praising, teasing + more

REQUEST; Hi I love your work and was wondering if you could write a smut fic about Jouno from bsd where you have a crush on him and ofc he knows but he teases you until smut ensues ❤️ @sangsangsang320

It was always believed that members of the Hunting Dogs possessed an uncanny intelligence, but I never imagined that Jouno would catch on to the fact that I harbored a massive crush on him. It all began with subtle gestures that hinted at his awareness.

He began suggesting joint missions with me, which initially didn't strike me as odd, but the frequency of these proposals started to raise eyebrows. It reached a point where, without fail, he would volunteer himself as my partner before anyone else had the chance to speak up during mission assignments. The pattern became so consistent that it was impossible for me to dismiss it as mere coincidence.

Today was no exception; he offered himself once again with that signature closed-eye smile, and his teasing gaze locked onto me. Despite my efforts to maintain composure, my cheeks betrayed me, flushing with embarrassment. Desperate to escape the teasing banter, I averted my gaze, hoping to avoid any more playful remarks from Jouno. Little did I know, my attempt to evade his teasing only seemed to fuel his mischievous spirit.

As I shifted my focus away, I could sense Jouno's amusement lingering in the air. His teasing remarks were like a playful dance, orchestrated with a mix of humor and undeniable charm. "Shy today, aren't we?" he remarked, his voice laced with a subtle teasing tone that only deepened the shade of red on my cheeks.

Unable to escape the good-natured ribbing, I mustered a half-hearted smile. "Just focusing on the mission," I mumbled, attempting to brush off the attention.

Jouno's relentless pursuit of amusement continued, and as he caught my attempt to evade his gaze, he flashed a sly grin. "Is that so?" he replied, his tone light and teasing. "Oh? Are you mad at me? Come on, you can't look away from me forever."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully at his comment. "Mad? Please, Jouno, I have better things to do than getting mad at your endless teasing," I retorted, trying to mask the subtle amusement in my own voice.

He chuckled, the sound carrying a warmth that seemed to dissipate any lingering tension. "Well, I can't resist teasing you. It's just too much fun," he admitted, his gaze holding a glint of mischief.

As the mission unfolded, Jouno's teasing became a rhythmic background to our actions. It was as if he found a secret pleasure in unraveling my composure, and I couldn't deny the strange allure it added to our partnership.

At times, his comments bordered on the edge of flirtation or more so, was flirting, leaving me to wonder if there was more to his teasing than met the eye. Was it just his way of injecting humor into our missions, or did it carry a subtle undercurrent of something more? 

I had initially dismissed Jouno's teasing as just a facet of his playful personality, convincing myself that it was nothing more than harmless banter. However, despite my best efforts to maintain a professional front, I found myself succumbing to feelings that transcended the boundaries of camaraderie. Long before these feelings took root, Jouno's demeanor hadn't been particularly flirtatious or teasing.

It was only after my emotions started to evolve that his behavior took a noticeable turn. It became apparent that he was aware of the shift in dynamics between us, and rather than concealing it, he embraced the change with an extra layer of flirtation. It left me wondering how he had uncovered my hidden feelings, especially since I hadn't confided in anyone about them.

As we navigated missions together, the air between us crackled with a different kind of tension—one that went beyond the challenges we faced as members of the Hunting Dogs. Jouno's overt flirting, once subtle, became a palpable force, leaving me grappling with the unspoken complexities of our evolving connection.

The feelings that welled up inside me were undeniably real, manifesting as a warm, bubbling sensation in the pit of my stomach every time Jouno drew near. It was more than just a fleeting attraction; it was a visceral response to his presence, his proximity stirring emotions that I had never felt before.

Jouno's genuine interest in me only deepened these sentiments. Whether he was leaning in to catch my words or taking the time to teach me things without a hint of condescension, it created a unique connection. Unlike others, he managed to impart knowledge without making me feel inferior or foolish. 

"You're too cute trying to figure things out," He blatantly says with a smile and heat rushes to my cheeks, and I find myself instinctively hiding my face in my hands as if shielding myself from the intensity of his gaze and the implications of his words.

Amidst the laughter that followed from Jouno, he didn't let up. Instead, he seized the opportunity to playfully nudge me further out of my comfort zone. "Aw, don't be shy now," he teased, his tone light and teasing. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, but your blush is absolutely adorable."

"S-Stop," I muttered, my voice a soft plea, attempting to evade Jouno's lidded gaze. His teasing persisted, his words like a gentle, relentless cascade that only intensified the heat in my cheeks.

"See," he teased once more, his tone playful. "Too cute."

Before I could muster a response, his hand cupped my face, tilting it to meet his gaze. The directness of his touch caught me off guard, and the proximity of our faces heightened the intensity of the moment. I felt the heat on my face reach a new level, and my heart began to race.

"May I?" Jouno asked, slightly tilting his head, and my eyes widened at the implication in his question. The air seemed to thicken with anticipation as I slowly nodded my head, my response barely a wordless gesture.

"I need words, darling," he insisted, his mouth now inches away from mine. My breath caught, and the lump in my throat made it challenging to form a coherent response.

"Yes," I whispered, the word escaping me in a hushed admission. Jouno, seemingly satisfied with my verbal consent, closed the remaining distance, pressing his soft lips against mine.

His kiss held a tenderness that caught me off guard. The world around us blurred as the connection deepened, each heartbeat echoing the newfound intimacy between us.

Jouno pulled away, I let out a shaky breath, still in shock at the unexpected turn of events. However, before I could fully process the situation, his lips pressed against mine once more. This time, a surge of intensity accompanied the kiss as his tongue slipped into my mouth, causing me to gasp in surprise.

I instinctively placed my hands on his chest, seeking stability in the midst of the swirling emotions. The kiss deepened, and the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his lips on mine and the rhythmic beating of our hearts.

I found myself surrendering to the moment, the initial shock giving way to a cascade of emotions. The heat of the kiss ignited a fire within, and any reservations I may have had melted away in the shared intimacy.

Jouno's body towered over mine and my hands gripped tightly against the red uniform we were assigned to wear. I didn't know how we got here but I was sitting on the desk of our client, my legs wrapped around his waist as Jouno's hands trailed everywhere over my body and I was too in shock to even move.

I felt a cool hand travel up the midst of my thigh causing another breathy gasp to leave my glossy lips, which by now, the clear gloss that I had on would have definitely disappeared by now. "Can I touch you, pretty?" Jouno breathes sighs into my mouth.

"Please," I sigh into his mouth and one of my hands moves to entangle itself in his dual-coloured hair. Giving the strands an accidental tug when Jouno presses the kisses deeper into my mouth, he lets out a moan into my mouth, and my cunt throbs at the sound, wanting to hear more.

"I'll make you feel so good, pretty."

His hand moved further up my thigh and his thumb made its place on my sensitive clit making me whimper into his mouth, causing him to smirk at the action. I squirm agasint him as his thumb presses and makes endless circles around my sticky bud. 

"Look at you, writhing agasint me," He whispers into my neck, breaking away from the kiss, leaving hot and sticky wet kisses over my exposed skin on my neck. I bury my head into his warm chest and he lets out a chuckle before speaking once more.

His free hand that had explored my body, squeezing my plushy tits and thighs, playing and tugging at my sensitive, perky nipples had moved to slide up my neck. Jouno's grip agasint my neck had caused me to look up at him and he too had flushed cheeks. "There we go," He teases. "I got you looking at me, pretty."

I tugged myself closer into him and his hard prodded at my clothed pussy making not only I moan but Jouno let out a moan as well. "You like this, don't you?" He questions teasingly, grinding his bulge into my soaked pussy. 

"Ngh," I whimper out breathless. "'M do."

Feeling a coil in my stomach get tighter I bury my head back into his chest embarrassed, but also wanting to feel closer to him. My clothed cunt throbs agasint his hard bulge and I knew he could feel it too. A string of moans left my throat when he started to play with my clit faster, my legs tried to close but were stopped by his body in between my legs.

"You're getting close, aren't you, pretty?"

"Jouno, please," I whimper out.

"Of course you can, pretty," Jouno moans out. "You're doing so good for me, how could I not let you come?"

His praise tipped me over the edge, throwing my arms tightly around his neck as a whimper ripped from my throat and a guttural moan left Jouno's mouth as he came. He brought his finger out from my skirt and I pulled away from him breathing heavily, my eyes catching sight of the wet patch deeply painted on the bulge of his pants.

"You're cute when you come," Jouno teases finally and I place my head in the palms of my head embarrassed when I see Jouno lick his come-stained fingers with his tongue.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't walk in on this," Tecchou's voice calls out from the door.

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[cantfightmoonlight]

Fuck. One of the worst parts of being a telepath was how even now, as she fought to cling onto the numbness, she heard how much she had hurt him. Even if he tried his best to keep his expression at bay, she knew how he was second guessing himself. How he was actually questioning if he was the danger- "Nico, it's not like that. It's not-" Her voice cracked once more. The swirling mist in front of her pupils dissipated to reveal sad brown eyes as she desperately tried to shove the love she held for him back down for both of their sakes. If she could just do this, if she could just stop caring for one night, then it would be over. It could be all over. Silas could be gone and he'd never be able to hurt her or anyone she cared about ever again. There would be no more living in fear or constantly glancing over one's shoulder. They could be happy. Her siblings might never speak to her again, but they'd be better off too never having to endure the pain she been through. She could carry that burden for them. She could be the bad guy so that they never had to learn the kind of man their father truly was. So, why couldn't she do it? "Fuck, Fucking hell!" She cursed out. A gust of wind swirled in a circle around them as the anguish in her voice filled the air.

That's when the tears started, like a constant stream down her cheeks, as her hands clasped onto his shirt, pulling him back towards. Her knees began to buckle underneath her as she promised him, “It's not you. It's just- w-why? Why can't I do it?" She sobbed, not even trying to hold her tears in this time around. "Why? I-I thought that maybe under his stupid spell, I might finally be able to end it, but I can't. I can't believe I choked again." Her arms gripped tighter around him as if he was the only thing keeping her upright and maybe he was.

"You're my life too, in case you haven't noticed," She mumbled out after her sobs finally slowed to soft whimper. "It's why I was trying to end this, him, tonight? He-" Her voice hitched once more as she tried to find the words to explain what all she had been trying to handle on her own these past few weeks. "Remember how my place was broken into last month? It was him. He broke down the door and the rest of the damage was from when he threw me against the wall and threatened me with you and Noel and,” She let out a shaky breath. “He’s been blackmailing me into keeping his identity a secret as he’s parading around town pretending to be our cousin or some shit, but he mentioned you specially and I just- I hate him. I hate him so much, Nico. So, why? Why can't I do it? Why can't I-" Why can't I ever seem to protect the people I love?

"I can't believe you thought I'd push you into a ditch," She sniffled out, barely paying any mind to the blood still trickling down her wrists as she buried her face into his chest as if to try to will the rest of the world away.

·✥·

When she melted away from his touch, Nico tried not to react. But the hurt was real, a deep ache cutting through his sternum. It had always been a relief to him that with her intangibility she had an escape, a way to get free of anything that tried to trap her or harm her. It had pulled him free of chains and kept her safe from monsters. Now she pulled away like he was a danger to her. And maybe he was—the flicker of her eyes and the way her real voice broke through echoed through his head. But he couldn't fight this, he couldn’t even hold her. He wouldn't try, then, even though every instinct he had was screaming at him to try and reach her again. Nico's jaw set, and his eyes widened at the bloodied map that she held up. It didn't take more than a second to realize which him she was referring to. A low growl emerged from his throat.

It hadn’t been a conscious thought, maybe, not until he broke out of prison and Jasmine’s fear of her father became a daily shroud hanging over them, that they only sometimes managed to forget. But if he was honest with himself, Silas has signed his own death warrant years ago as far as Nico was concerned. He’d seen enough of the pain that man had caused Jas to know he wanted Silas very, very dead. “Okay.”

He began to walk past her in the direction the map had marked on it, and dug in his med pack. "You’re still weakened by blood loss after the magic's done it's thing, right?" He lifted a small roll, medical gauze and tape, indicating that he would hand it to her without touching her. "If you want, you can wrap those cuts for now, save your strength however you can. And I can keep off anyone else who tries to get in your way." Nico met her eyes steadily. "I want to make sure he doesn't get a chance to hurt you again. So, what's the plan? I'll follow your lead, use me however you want. And if you don't want my help at all, you could just push me into a grave and leave me here," he added, with a dry laugh, earnest even through his desperation to stay by her side, to make sure she made it through this in one piece. "But I'll probably crawl out and find you again anyway." His voice fell to a near whisper. "I'm pretty pathetically devoted to you, mi vida, in case you haven't noticed."

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   tags/warnings: afab!reader, breakup sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), a lot of tears— both sexy and sad, timeskip ofc

♡   —   a/n: my first long piece for tokyo revengers! and ofc my beloved draken had to be the first one <3

♡   —  masterlist

He shouldn’t have come.

That’s the first thing that comes to Draken’s mind when you pull away from his lips to take off your shirt. He’s already half-hard and his pants only get tighter at the sight of your bra right in front of him.

Less than ten minutes ago, he had been sitting on the same couch where he was lying now. Only you weren’t grinding your hips as you were now― your lower lip was trembling as you handed him one of his old sweaters you always used to wear.

He could have chosen to have this conversation any other place. You would have said yes to meeting at a café or strolling down the street. Yet he was the one that asked if he could come over and you were the one that agreed.

Your lips slid against his again, the kiss you shared rough, demanding, but mostly, needy. His skin burnt for you just as the first time he had you and he couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, making a soft moan leave your lips. With his back on the couch and your hands slipping under his shirt, he could barely remember the reason he came to your place was to finally put an end to your tumultuous relationship.

Well, that and because he couldn’t bear not seeing you any longer.

You had seen this day coming long ago. You woke up one morning to the news of an assault on Draken’s motorcycle shop. No matter how many times you asked him, he never gave you any explanations, even if you were sure he was well aware of what had happened. Every time he got a call from his friends he would leave the room and talk in hushed whispers and he started coming up with more and more excuses to avoid spending time with you.

His gentle nature around you had turned harsh and cold with you ever since that day. Draken had remained silent when you asked him about his change of behaviour, and during one heated night where you had ended up yelling, asking if it was something you had done, he finally spoke, only to assure you you hadn’t done anything wrong.

In your search for answers, you reached out to his friends. But rather than that, what you found was even more questions than before. All of them got visibly uncomfortable when you approached them and it didn’t take much to understand they also knew what was happening but refused to talk about it. The only one who gave you a little more information was Chifuyu, during a late-night talk after his store had closed.

“Talk to him,” he advised, ordering the files from the day and avoiding your eyes.

“I tried, he won’t tell me what happened,” you sighed, resting your chin on your hand as you watched him work. “But this wasn’t a random attack, right? It was something personal. If it was random, then someone would have said so. But everyone just shut ups and gives me a pitying look.”

Chifuyu raises his eyes at you.

“Yeah, exactly that look”, you say, passing a hand through your hair.

“It’s… complicated,” he finally said, putting the files aside. “And not my place to talk to you about it. All I’m saying is everything Draken does is to protect you.”

“Yeah?” you huffed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “Treating someone badly and pushing them away is a way to protect them?”

Chifuyu gave you a sad smile. “Sometimes it can be.”

Even if you knew Chifuyu did his best to keep loyal to his friend while also trying to dissipate your worries, it hadn’t worked. You were sure any day from now Draken would break it off with you. And when you got a call from him asking to come over after almost a week of not seeing you, you understood the time had come.

The next time Draken came to his senses, he had his face buried between your legs. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue was buried deep within you. The whimpers you were making were music to his ears. He swore he could recognize his name in between your cries a couple of times, but tried not to think much about it. He didn’t want to come to terms with the fact it may be the last time you would call for him like this.

Your legs closed against the sides of his head as you threw your head back in pleasure. Draken put one hand on your inner thigh and forced your legs open, eliciting a sweet gasp from you. He pulled away, the sight of your soaked pussy making his head spin. Fuck, was this really going to be the last time he got to have you like this? Draken slid two fingers across your folds, gathering wetness and then using it to circle your clit gently. He felt your leg twitching under his big hand.

If this was going to be the last time, then he was going to give you something to remember him by.

Draken bent down again and started pressing open-mouthed kisses on your folds. A soft hum escaped your lips as he worked his way around your pussy, making sure there wasn’t a part of it that wasn’t covered by his eager lips. He purposely left your clit for last, his hot breath hovering over it. Those few seconds were enough for you to lift your head, looking down at the man you had just agreed to let go.

His dark eyes met yours, widening just the slightest bit as if he had been caught. He held your gaze for a couple of seconds before taking a long lick, from your entrance to your clit, where he sucked gently, your juices mixing with his saliva.

“You taste so good,” he muttered against your core, slurping like a starved man. His words sent a shock of pleasure between your thighs, making them close against Draken’s head. However, his hands were stronger and they kept you in your place, watching you helplessly wriggle underneath him.

“I love you,” you panted, your thoughts getting cloudy. As a reply, Draken pulled his face away and inserted two of his fingers inside you. Your walls clenched around them, a broken moan stuck on your throat.

The many years he had had you weren’t in vain, as he curved his digits just the right amount and hit that special spot in just a few tries. You threw your head back, hips rising and breath hitching, losing more and more control of your body with every thrust of his fingers. He bent down once more and let his tongue play freely with your clit, his lips circling and sucking just when you needed him to and the tip of his tongue making you see stars.

“Ken— fuck, fuck—,” you whimpered. You put a hand over the one that was holding your thigh open and squeezed it. “Stop, please— I can’t— I don’t— stop. ”

Immediately, Draken pulled away, his concerned face glistening with your arousal. He crawled up until his face was hovering over yours.

“Shit, sorry. You okay? What happened?” he asked in a whisper, inspecting your face as he tried to find a clue of your discomfort. You placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look back into your eyes.

“No, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you reassured him, noticing his eyebrows relaxing a bit at your words. “I just— I don’t want to come— I mean, I do, I want— but with you inside. Please, I need you—”

Draken crashed his lips against yours, and you swallowed his moan when you shuffled your legs so he was resting between them, his bulge pressing against you. His shirt was already long forgotten on the floor and now he was fumbling with his pants as he rocked his hips against yours, the kiss getting more and more desperate with every second.

Once his pants joined his shirt, he fished his wallet from one of his pockets and took out a condom. Your chest rose up and down as you watched him put him on, a small warning inside your mind that this was the last time. Emotions were pouring out without you being able to control it, a knot forming on your throat and your heart clenching in pain. Draken hovered over you again and rested his forehead against your shoulder. his breath making you shiver as he slowly started pushing himself inside.

He left small kisses alongside your neck, trying to ease the pain of the stretch that he knew you were experiencing. In all the time you’d been together, he always managed to make your breath hitch every time he slid inside you. You clutched onto his broad shoulders, one of your hands removing his hairband and undoing his braid, letting his long, blonde hair flow free. You repeated his name like a prayer as you rocked your hips, trying to get used to his size.

You ran your fingers up his spine and threaded them with his hair, closing your fist around it around the base of his neck. Draken took it as a sign to start thrusting against you, making more moans leave your mouth and your hand pull his hair a little tighter. Both your legs circled his waist and you locked your ankles with each other, creating a new angle that made tears form in the corner of your eyes. It was too intense and even if your feelings always poured whenever you two were intimate, you could feel as if every fibre of your body was holding onto him, innocently hoping he wouldn’t leave after you were done.

Draken grunted against your neck, his hips picking up the pace and finding the spot his fingers were brushing against just moments ago. You cried out and tightened your legs around his waist, feeling him so deep that you thought you would be reaching your high quick enough. At this, you put your hand on his right shoulder, pushing him away. He turned his head, his nose brushing against your cheek and his hips slowing down.

“Hey,” he said, just a little out of breath. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

You grabbed both sides of his face, bringing him closer to you. The small resistance you felt as first disappeared as he let you manoeuvre him how you wanted. When his dark eyes were hovering over yours, his hips had already stopped, his eyebrow slightly raised as he looked down at you.

“If this— If this is the last time, I want to see you,” you said, your thumbs caressing his cheeks. His eyes widened at your words and you could feel him tense up. However, a moment later, he nodded and pressed a kiss against your lips as his hips resumed their movements.

For the first time, you were able to see Draken’s small expressions as he fucked you. How his lips were parted as he breathed through his mouth and how his eyes were darker than ever, fixed on your eyes. You had never noticed how his nose turned the loveliest shade of pink when he was fucking you so good. Your heart swole and once again you felt too much at the same time. You loved him, you loved him so much. Why couldn’t you make it work?

Draken took your legs and put them over his shoulders, the new position making you whimper. Soft pleas filled the living room and he rutted into you, each of his thrusts getting you closer and closer plus making your brain foggy. There was only Draken, only him, only your boyfriend Ken who was so wonderful and who had made you fall head over heels for him from the moment you had met him.

Your hands were still on each side of his face, your breath colliding against his as you whimpered. Draken started grunting, his hips snapping faster and harder against your core, setting all your body on fire. It was too much— every inch of you was yearning for the man on top of you, not feeling him close enough even if he was buried deep inside of you. Your hands lowered to his shoulders, nails digging on his pale skin. You wanted him, there wasn’t anything else in the world you wanted as bad as him and you knew as soon as this was over, the more and more pleasure you got from him, then the sooner he’d walk out the door.

Tears started prickling on the edge of your eyes and it wasn’t long until one of them rolled down your cheeks, your moans mixing with small sobs. Draken grabbed your jaw with his big palm, forcing him to lock your eyes with his just as you had before. You saw him moving his lips as if preparing himself to say something, but no words came out of his lips. You noticed concern in his features, yet he seemed distressed as he tried to find the right words.

“I love you,” you panted, feeling another tear fall from your cheek.

And that was when Draken knew.

He knew he had to leave you.

Nodding, he pressed his lips against yours. “I love you too,” he muttered, before picking up his pace.

After that, it wasn’t long before you were reaching your orgasms, clenching around your boyfriend and bringing him to the edge as well. He didn’t let go of the hold on your chin as you both climaxed, eyes locked on each other as you crumbled apart and breaths colliding between parted lips.

It took a moment for both of you to catch your breath. As your body started relaxing under Draken’s weight once more, the reminder of your previous conversation where he was putting an end to your relationship came back. You felt a know forming in your throat and by the sad look on Draken’s dark eyes, it was clear he was thinking of the same thing.

He pressed his lips against yours once more, but this time it was softer, gentler, as if it was the first time he was kissing you at all. It didn’t last more than five seconds but it was enough for your eyes to fill with tears again. Draken pulled himself away from you and turned his body as he started putting his clothes back on.

You saw him stretching to pick up the old sweater that you had returned to him a moment ago and picked it up before he could reach it. You put it over your body, covering yourself, but it wasn’t enough to make him look at you.

“Please, stay,” you mumbled. You noticed your lover’s arm tensing at your words, but he still started walking towards your door. “Ken.”

The way you whispered his name made his heart clench, his step faltering for a moment. He stood in front of the door, looking at the handle and gathering all the strength he had left.

“Just for tonight,” you insisted. “You can leave in the morning if you want, just… I want―”

“You know what happens if I stay,” he interrupted you. “If I stay, I’ll never leave again.”

“Would that be so bad?”

Draken finally turned around. You looked so small, covering yourself with his old sweater and a part of him was glad he was leaving something behind. The idea of you remembering him even a few years as you find the sweater on the back of one of your drawers brought peace to his heart. He just hoped this goodbye wouldn’t taint the memories you had created together the last couple of years.

“…I’m not losing you,” he sentenced under your confused gaze.

“Ken—”

Cutting our sentence short, Draken finally opened the door and left your apartment. In the silence that filled your living room, you could only listen to his muffled steps as he walked down the hallway.

You couldn’t understand why he was leaving.

But you knew you were never going to see him again.