#and u said you’d come and get me but u were 25…..

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the bridge of peter……oh my god…………..

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🗼Peril in Paris ~ Minho ff 18+

🗼pairing: Lee Minho (Lee Know) x Female Reader (close proximity) | 🗼wc: 4.2k | 🗼summary: On a study abroad trip to France, you're forced to share a room with the handsome and cold-hearted Minho. |🗼cw: angst, fluff, smut, unprotected sex, fingering f., slightly rough sex, squirting (sry if u don't like that), choking, profanity, swearing

⋆｡°✩Smut Scenes are Highlighted w/ Fire Heart Emoji❤️‍🔥

Disclaimer: this ff came from my drafts in April and was made originally for Sunghoon, so if u see his name anywhere…that’s why (April 25, 2023)

You and your two best friends were so excited to study abroad in France. You had been practicing your ‘française’ and now you could have a few intermediate-ish conversations. Well, actually it’s more like basic-advanced conversations. One of your friends, Charlotte, was super advanced in comparison to you—like halfway fluent to be specific. You have a habit of looking to her for extra help. But Noemi, your other friend, is more on your level. So, you tend to joke around a lot. For the next 16 weeks, you and the rest of your class will be touring all over the beautiful city of Paris.

You continued prancing around your room, packing your suitcase with everything you’d need for your semester away. This was your first time traveling to a country overseas and you weren’t entirely sure of what to expect. You tried your best to "prepare" by binging YouTube vlogs from Paris. Luckily for you, your friends were going to be right there with you. When you were together, nothing could go wrong. Or so you thought…

Charlotte’s Parents drove you and Noemi to the airport where you met up with the rest of your class. When you walked into the massive airport you followed the signs pointing to your group. “Okay everyone. I need to see two lines. One for the ladies and one for the gentlemen.” The head professor—Mr. Zhao—said as he waved his hands around to get everyone’s attention.

The students got into the appropriate lines with their suitcases and boarded the plane. “Omg! I still can’t believe we’re going to Paris~” Noemi giggled. “Yeah, this is an amazing opportunity to immerse ourselves in this beautiful language and culture.” Charlotte chimed. “Y/N! Come on! Let’s GOOO~”Noemi said. You were still locking eyes with Lee Minho. He had been staring at you almost the whole time you guys were in line. But it wasn’t the type of staring that would cause your heart to flutter, it was the cold glare that pierced your soul.

You proceeded to board the plane with your friends. Fortunately, you all had seats next to each other…it always felt like fate kept you guys together. “I saw him staring at you,” Noemi whispered as she nodded her head in Minho’s direction. He was sitting in the row next to us with some other boys.

“Ok, so what?” You snapped “He’s super attractive. And, he might be into you, just saying. If I were you I’d totally be into him” She giggled. Charlotte had already fallen asleep so she was missing all the drama. “Knock it off, Noemi. I’m not interested and I don’t think he is either.” You replied, nudging her shoulder. “So you’re telling me you don’t think he’s hot?” Noemi smirked. “I mean…he’s good-looking, but I’m not just gonna hop on him.” You said as the two of you glanced at the boy. “He really was beautiful,” you thought to yourself.

After the plane landed you and the rest of the group boarded a large tour bus that took you to the hotel you’d be staying at for the next 16 weeks. The female instructor, Ms. Rei, gathered all of the female students and put them into the 5 rooms in groups of three. Mr. Allen did the same with the male students.

However, for some reason, there was one room left and the only people who hadn’t been grouped up were you and Minho.

“Sorry. We miscalculated the room arrangements and you two will be sharing a room with me.” Mr. Zhao said with a shrug. To be honest, he’s one of the cooler teachers so this wasn’t a problem. The problem was that you were separated from your best friends.

You definitely DID NOT see this coming. "What are the odds," you sighed to yourself.

“Umm…well I was supposed to be all alone in this room. But since I’ll be sharing with you two…I’ll take the sofa and you two can share the bed.” Mr. Zhao said as we reached our room. “And don’t worry. It’s a king-sized bed. So, the two of you can sleep at some distance.” He awkwardly chuckled.

Minho remained dead silent the whole time. He then headed to your shared room with his phone in his hand. He was probably doing the same thing you would do…text your friends. You remember him sitting next to two other boys—also attractive, but that’s not the point.

“Which side do you want?” Minho said breaking the silence. “Oh…umm…I’ll take the side by the window if that’s okay with you,” I replied. “I obviously don’t care. That’s why I asked.” He shot back coldly. I really don’t understand why he’s being so cold. Neither of you wanted to be here, but at least you were trying to make the best of it.

Since you arrived at night, you only had enough time to shower and unpack a few things before bed. Mr. Zhao ordered some dinner from the hotel’s restaurant, but Minho decided to just shower and go to sleep.

While eating dinner, Mr. Zhao told you about a few of the things you were going to do the next day. By the time you finished, you were ready to go to bed. Without thinking, you walked straight into your room, locking eyes with Minho.

He was wearing a plain white tee and his hair was slightly damp. He was also wearing a pair of grey sweats with a towel around his neck. “I’m finished in there just so you know.” He said before sitting on his side of the bed with his phone in his hand. I couldn’t help but stare. “Are you going or what?” He asked, snapping me out of my head. “Oh yeah. Sorry.” you stammered, picking out your nightgown before heading to the shower.

When the morning finally came, I got ready for the day. On the tour bus is where I found my friends, Charlotte and Noemi.

“Hey…so what happened? We were texting you all last night.” The two of them said upon greeting you. “My phone died and I couldn’t find a charger.” “Oh, okay.” They looked at you as if waiting for you to tell them some juicy gossip.

“I’m sharing a room with Mr. Zhao and Minho if that’s what u were wondering,” you said slinging the bag over your shoulder. You watched as their jaws dropped halfway to the ground after what you just said.

“NO WAY! You are so lucky~! Did you and Minho ‘do’ anything?” Noemi asked mischievously.

“No, we just shared a bed--"

"Shared a bed! How are you being so chill right now?" Noemi spat, cutting you off. "Girl, the thing I would've done with an opportunity like that."

"You wouldn't have made much progress. When I came out of the shower he was still glued to his phone,” you continued.

“Oh, bummer. I thought he would’ve been cooler.” Noemi said waving her hands in the air.

When you guys arrived at the Louvre Museum you broke off into the same groups assigned last night. Which meant you had to be with stone-cold Minho and Mr. Zhao. Though you'd much rather be goofing off with your friends.

“Well guys, what do you think, huh? There’s some pretty amazing artwork here.” “Hmm. Yeah, I guess.” Minho said with a shrug.

Before you could speak, Mr. Zhao’s phone rang. “Hold on you guys. I’ve gotta take this call really quick.” He said before stepping out of sight.

Again, here you were. Alone. With Minho. The taps of his phone echoed throughout the quiet hall. That and the random sounds of him sniffing through his nose.

For weeks this cold behavior persisted from Minho and you’d had enough of it. He was making this trip miserable. And now was your chance to maybe change things up a bit. Or at least make it less awkward.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked, sternly.

“Hmm? Were you talking to me?”

“Obviously. Who else is around?”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed before turning back to his phone.

“You’re letting life pass you by while you tap away at that damn phone.” Saying this caused him to look up at you. “Since we got here you’ve been driving me insane. You make everything feel awkward, you hardly talk, and when you do, you have an attitude. What did I do to you?” Minho tucked his phone away in his pocket.

“There. Are you happy now?” His passiveness pissed you off even more. He could see the look of frustration on your face at his nonchalant behavior. You were fuming at his casualness.

“Sorry. I don’t know how else to tell you this. I’m just not a ‘people’ person.” He said looking down at the ground. “How about I make it up to you?”

“How do you plan on doing that?” You asked.

“Follow me.” He grabbed your hand as he led you out of the museum.

“But--" You stammered, trying to think of a valid excuse. After all, this is kinda your fault, right? If only you had just kept your damn mouth shut.

Like any sane person, you were weary about venturing off in a foreign country. Especially, alone...with a boy. "What about Mr. Zhao?” you spat, digging your feet into the ground in an attempt to stop him from leaving.

“Relax. I remember where the hotel is. Even if we get left behind, we won’t be lost.” He said with a smile.

This was the first time you saw Minho smile…ever. It was like diamonds. And I know how corny that sounds, but it really was just as rare and beautiful as diamonds.

He led you into a park that wasn't too far from the museum.

“What are we doing here?” You asked in a slightly shaking tone.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you wanna go back already. Daddy’s just getting started,” he smirked before holding your hand and walking further away.

“What had gotten into this boy?” You wondered to yourself. How does someone come from quiet and cold to cheeky and adventurous? Was he putting on an act or is this the person he’s always been? You couldn’t tell because both sides seemed so genuine, but by the time you snapped out of your thoughts it was already too late to turn back.

“So, what are you gonna do now?” You asked.

“Taking you out for a drink of course,” he said before walking into the cafe that stood in front of you.

“You think a cup of coffee is supposed to make up for you acting like a stone cold bitch?” You asked casually. To be honest you were trying to match his energy, but this type of lingo really wasn’t your style, and it honestly made you cringe at yourself.

“I can do so much more,” Minho whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek. The flustered look on your face caused him to giggle a bit.

“What the hell is going on?” You thought to yourself.

Once you made your way to the register, you were greeted by the young man behind the counter. He was tall, attractive, and had a naturally toned body. You could tell through the crisp white collar shirt he wore. You were speechless for reasons aside from his looks. As you could assume, he spoke to you in French. And, as you mentioned earlier, you weren’t very good.

Minho watched as a dazed and confused expression formed on your face while your brain played connect the dots. “Don’t worry. I got it,” he smiled before telling the young man what you wanted.

Luckily for you it was just a cup of black coffee. Minho’s ordered something else, but you definitely heard the word for coffee. You felt like kicking yourself in the ass for not studying enough.

You and Minho walked over to a table near a window. It was growing darker by the minute and you were starting to worry.

“So, you wanna talk? Let’s talk. Tell me something about yourself,” Minho said as you started out the window

“What do you want to know?” You asked as you toyed with your fingers under the table.

“Hmm…let’s start simple and then escalate to something a little crazier. How’s that sound?” He suggested, tilting his head slightly to the side.

You nodded in response as he asked you the first question, “What type of music do you listen to?”

"Uhhh. Honestly, I'll pretty much listen to anything," you said switching your attention to the conversation.

"Me too, but I prefer listening to good dancing music. It just makes me feel better," the two of you went on asking a few more random questions back and forth. However, the entire time he was talking you couldn't help but search desperately for that smile. Every now and then you'd see it peek out a bit, but you wanted to see it in full.

"See something you like?" Minho smirked as he ripped you out of your inner thoughts.

"Huh?" you stammered.

"Well, you keep looking at my lips. Did you want to kiss or would you rather keep thinking about it?" he leaned closer to you, flashing that cheeky smile.

You were speechless and you could feel your face heating up as he came closer to you.

"Since you haven't said anything, I assume a kiss is exactly what you want," he chuckled to himself. "Let's save it until after we leave okay. Hopefully, you can control yourself long enough."

It wasn't long before the waiter came out with your order. Two black coffees and a small box with a bow. "What's inside the box?" you asked Minho.

"It's a surprise," he smiled. "You can have some later," he said before sipping from his cup.

You were really starting to like this side of him. Especially the fact that you were the only one who got a chance to see it.

After finishing your drinks the two of you walked around for a bit more before Minho was ready to head back to the hotel. He also told you that he texted Mr. Zhao earlier, telling him that you felt sick and he was taking you back to the hotel. The box of treats was something for the three of you to share.

"I guess he forgot about the kiss," you thought to yourself as you climbed into the taxi.

Even though you initially told yourself that you wouldn't do something like that with him, you were getting the feeling to do a little more than just that.

The ride home was dead silent. It was like he had gone back to his old self again. Completely zoned out on his phone and absent in reality. Was it something you said? Or was that really all just some act to get you to shut up? You weren't sure, but you'd still hold on to the memories from that moment.

The glint from his smile flashed into your head as you walked through the hotel door.

"Feeling better?" Mr. Zhao asked as you came in.

"Yeah," you sighed as you watched Minho silently walk to the bedroom.

"Where're you going?" Mr. Zhao asked him.

"I'm going to take a shower," he muttered before walking into the room.

"Hey, next time you're not feeling well. Make sure you let me know. I could've taken you back here and got you some medicine," Mr. Zhao said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Okay, I will," you smiled. "And Minho bought these for us," you said handing him the box.

"Aww. Let him know I said thank you. Did you want to pick yours first?" he asked as he opened the box.

"No, that's okay," you smiled before walking to the room.

It felt like a heavy weight was on your shoulders. The thrill was gone and everything had returned back to normal.

Just like last time, Minho came out of the bathroom with damp hair and plopped on the edge of the bed, tapping away at his phone. You pulled out a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt before heading to the shower.

You turned the water on high, causing the mirror to fog up. You got lost in the thought of Minho coming into the bathroom and joining you in the shower.

You squeezed your thighs together as the warm water ran down your body. You could feel yourself getting more and more excited, but the sound of the soap dropping to the floor startled you. You felt a bit of guilt after realizing that you were getting turned on by a casual interaction with a classmate you never really paid attention to.

You finished up in the shower before balling your clothes up to toss in the laundry bin.

As expected, you saw Minho lying in bed when you came out. The feelings of pure annoyance returned as you thought back to the way he behaved like Dr. Jekyll and Hyde. The two-faced, bi-personality this man wielded was insane. Both sides seemed so genuine. It was hard to figure out who he really was.

You went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before going to bed. You looked over to see Mr. Zhao sleeping soundly on his makeshift bed. He'd gathered together extra pillows and sofa cushions to make a platform on the floor.

You walked back to your room and climbed into bed, moving around to get into a comfortable position.

"Can you keep still?" Minho said sharply.

"Sorry," you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you plopped your head down onto the pillow.

"Here we go again," you thought to yourself. "Random, grumpy, asshole," you sighed to yourself as you rolled over and closed your eyes.

"Hey," Minho whispered.

"What?" you angrily whispered back.

"Did you still want that kiss?" he asked as you rolled over to meet his gaze.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you spat back.

"No, I'm serious."

"You must've lost your fucking mind."

"Sorry, it's just that..."

"It's just that what?"

Minho moved in closer to you. So close that to the point that your faces were barely an inch apart.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about it," he said glaring into your eyes.

"You can't be serious. I'm not falling for this lame-ass act again. Good night," you huffed before turning away from him.

"I'm sorry for getting cold on you again. That's just the way I am," you heard him say from behind you.

"Look, there're two sides of me--"

"Yeah, I see that now," you mumbled, cutting him off.

"Let me explain--"

"I don't wanna hear it. I'm trying to sleep so can you just be quiet," you spat.

Minho pulled the cover off of your body causing you to turn your body over to face him.

"What the fu--" You were startled by Minho climbing on top of you. You were completely speechless.

Your eyes doe eyes glistened under the faint light emitting from the bedroom window. You watched as his body hovered over you. His facial features looked even more amazing in the cool moonlight.

Minho leaned in to kiss you while you were still dazed. Just a small peck, but enough to get your attention. The two of you stared at each other for a moment before kissing again.

You couldn't believe what was happening right now. You were in a shared hotel room making out with one of your classmates while your professor was asleep in the other room.

The kissing intensified as you thought back to your fantasy in the shower. You gripped onto Minho's hair as your tongues intertwined. Your breathing became ragged as you desperately begged for more. But what really got things started was when you accidentally moaned in his mouth.

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Minho paused to straddle your body as he looked at you lying beneath him. "What was that for?" he smirked. "Nothing," you lied. "It didn't seem like nothing," he leaned in closer. "Tell me what you were thinking about," he said as he began kissing on your neck.

"I was thinking about you in the shower," you blatantly admitted. You were surprised that those words had even escaped your lips, but Minho's reaction made it all worth it.

"Oh really? And what were you thinking?" he asked as he rubbed your thigh. "Go on. You can close your eyes if it makes you feel better," the feeling of his breath against your neck made your insides flutter.

"I was thinking about you coming into the bathroom and fucking me in the shower," you said as you closed your eyes. You could hear him slightly chuckle in your ear as he moved his hand between your legs. You felt his hands massaging your pussy through your shorts.

"Mhmm. And how did that make you feel?" he asked. "Ngh!" you groaned as he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Nevermind, I already got my answer," he smiled as he felt your pussy throbbing through your shorts.

"How about I tell you a little secret? I wasn't talking in the taxi because I was too busy thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you back there," Minho spat on his fingers before sliding them into your shorts. "And when we came in, I jerked off in the shower because of you," he continued as rubbed your clit.

"You're so fucking wet," he smiled as he kissed you again. "Do you wanna know what I was thinking about?" he asked to which you hummed in response. "How about I just show you," he smirked.

Minho reached down to pull your shorts off. You moved your legs to wiggle them off before they fell on the floor. Minho rubbed the print of his dick through his pants before pulling out his dick. He glided himself between your folds, you watched his dick twitch as he was eager to enter your wet walls. "Mmm. Your pussy feels so good," he groaned.

You sat up slightly to remove his shirt, revealing the scar on his stomach. Minho continued to stroke his dick back and forth between your pussy lips, coating it in your fluids. You watched as the precum seeped from his dick before inserting it into your pussy.

You let out a soft moan as he inched his way through. "Shhh," he hushed as he covered your mouth. "We don't wanna wake anyone up." You felt him pushing every inch inside of you before taking long, slow strokes in and out of your pussy.

The room was filled with the squelching sounds of your pussy and your muffled panting as Minho increased the speed. He moved his hand as he raised your legs to change the position. Your ankles were now over his shoulder as he pounded hard into your pussy. You tried your best to stay quiet, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

You started to moan quietly through your closed lips, that was until Minho grabbed onto your waist and fucked you deeper. A loud moan escaped your lips as he railed you deeper. "You like that don't you baby?" He wrapped his hands around your throat and pushed you into the bed as he hammered your pussy. Choked moans hiccuped from your throat as you reached your climax.

Your chest raised up and down as you gripped onto Minho's waist. "Come on baby. You're almost there," you felt your pussy tightening around his dick as he pumped in and out of you. "That's it. Cum for me like a good girl," he groaned as you panted breathlessly.

You were just at the point where you were about to cum when Minho lifted you up and began drilling you as you squirted all over his abs. Minho pulled you close as his dick twitched inside of your pussy.

Feeling drained but relaxed you weren't ready for what Minho wanted to do next.

Minho dropped you on the bed and turned you over. Your ass was up in the air facing him as he gripped it before hammering into your pussy from behind. "Ugh. I can't get enough of your perfect fucking cunt," he hummed. You could hear the sounds of your skin slapping against each other as he fucked you.

Your legs quivered as you were getting ready to cum again. Your moans were muffled by the bed sheets. Minho pressed your head into the bed as he faintly moaned from behind. "Ngh, fuck. You feel so fucking good." You could tell Minho was reaching his climax as the speed increased even more.

He pulled your body back, gripping one of your breasts in his hand, while the other wrapped firmly around your throat. "Ngh," Minho whimpered as he filled your pussy.

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You and Minho fell down onto the bed before lying lazily under the covers. "We can go again in the morning if you want," Minho said kissing your cheek. "You just gotta get up early," he continued before caressing your face. "Then we can fulfill your fantasy," he smirked.

You agreed to some steamy shower sex before the two of you fell asleep, naked and wrapped up in each other's arms.

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okay babes for the prompts i got something i think you’d really like🤭

wooyoungie with 2, 3, 17, 22, 25 + 26, 30, 45, + 52, 68

i hope its not too much though

Girl you're such a freak LOL, so many of them :0

^^ this is me pretending to be shocked. I narrowed it down to one line (I used line 30) since they can only be used once but I used similar ones instead for the others! X

anyway, I hope u enjoy it babes

YOU&ME || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags/Warnings: Friends to lovers AU, Non-Idol AU, biting kink, marking, hairpulling, lingerie kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), doggy style, missionary, namecalling (slut, whore, but its loving rlly <3), squirting, unprotected sex

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ENJOY!

"I'm just saying, I'm pretty good as sex. I give you orgasms, you know," Wooyoung grinned. You threw your head back as you laughed, hair falling back.

Wooyoung watched your every move, feeling mesmerized by the way you looked. You knew Wooyoung had a thing for you by the way he always flirted with you and looked at you, but you always told him to just be friends. You knew there was no harm intended in his flirtations, so you let him.

Yet tonight the chocolate strawberries and the champagne started to sound like "I want you to fuck me all day, like every day."

"Excuse me?" He muttered. You gasped and covered your mouth. You did not just say that out loud. "Well, well, well, so that means you're finally giving in, Y/N?" "N-no, I just-"

His finger rested against your lips, shushing you. "You're not getting out of this one, Y/N, if you want me to fuck you all day long, every day, I'll be glad to do so."

Seconds later you were stumbling through his apartment, hands and lips everywhere. Suddenly he was like all you ever needed; you were a bee addicted to his nectar; the way his lips tasted drove you crazy. There was still a hint of the rich chocolate and fresh strawberry on his tongue.

''Feel what you are doing to me,'' he grunted out against your lips as he took your hand and made you palm the growing erection in his jeans. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed him again. Clothes flew off left and right and soon enough the both of you were half naked, standing in front of each other.

Wooyoung licked his lips as he looked at you in your red lingerie and many filthy thoughts played his mind. ''I cannot wait to fucking taste you, I want you coming all over my face,'' Wooyoung panted as he kissed your neck and collarbones, biting your skin. You winced and dug your nails into the flesh on his hips. ''Fuck, Wooyoung,'' you moaned. "You sound so hot moaning my name baby," he grunted.

He kissed your chest, the exposed part of your breast above your bra, biting down on it again, leaving a darkred mark. ''Fuck, bite me baby,'' you moaned as he got on his knees, facing your soft thighs. He left marks over your thighs, just biting down on them, nibbling slightly every now and then. "Is that a tattoo?" "Now's not the time Wooyoung, fuck, get a move on it."

Wooyoung got up again and removed his underwear His hard cock was nearly leaking with how horny he was, the tip red and angry. It was bigger than you would've expected it to be. You would be lying if you said you hadn't ever thought about it before, what would be inside his pants and now it was right in front of you.

His length was big, veiny and somehow gorgeous, something you had never expected yourself to think about a penis. You expected him to grab you and make you suck him off (you wanted to tho) but he laid on the bed and gestured you to come to him.

"Come on princess, I want you to sit on my face."

Your heart nearly stopped beating as he said that but you didn't waste another second. You took off your lingerie and got on top of him, hovering your wet pussy above his face.

''When I tell you to sit on my face, I do not mean hover. Sit the fuck down,'' Wooyoung complained from underneath you. His hands grabbed the flesh of your thighs and he pulled you closer to him. You didn't let yourself go for 100% but you relaxed as you felt his tongue slide through your slit.

You moaned out his name as his tongue zigzagged through your folds and circled around your clit, collecting all your wetness. Wooyoung fucked you with his tongue, reaching sweet spots inside you that you didn't know you even had. He licked your clit and sucked on it roughly, earning loud moans from you.

In a matter of minutes your body was trembling, coming undone on Wooyoung's tongue. He rode out your orgasm and he laid you down gently as you came down from your high.

"You're such a dirty whore, aren't you? You came pretty quickly." A blush creeped up on your cheeks as you watched him smirk at you. "Only your dirty whore..."

Wooyoungs fingers slid between your thighs, playing with your sensitive clit. "W-Wooyoung!" You moaned out. He bit in your soft skin again, attacking your breasts. "Y-you fucking like that biting thing, huh?" You panted out. He grunted as he kept abusing your clit with his fingers. "Don't fucking kink shame me," he joked.

"You're so wet baby, so slick," he smirked as he pumped 2 fingers into you, "so fucking smooth." You were moaning uncontrollably as he picked up his pace, hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he curled his fingers just right.

"Harder," you moaned out. Wooyoung laughed and smirked, tongue poking into his cheek as he did so. He couldn't get the smirk of his face as he felt your arousal drip down his hand onto the sheets.

"Are you a squirter baby? Is my darling gonna squirt for me?" "Yes! Yes, fuck I can do that for you, Woo, I promise, I'll be good, I'll do it for you!" "Good girl, go ahead then, squirt all over my hand for me angel."

You let go and did as you were told, squirting over Wooyoung's hand as he got you through another orgasm. You panted loudly, trying to recover but Wooyoung never stopped moving his fingers. "You take my fingers so well, don't you babygirl? Look at that, keep on going angel, that's it, fuck, yeah that's it."

You couldn't stop, arousal kept leaking from your abused pussy, body shaking and tears forming in your eyes. "I love the way you look with my fingers inside you, angel."

"P-please I can't anymore!" You cried out, so fucked out from the overstimulation. ''Give me one more baby, one more, cum for me, be a good girl and say thank you,'' Wooyoung smirked as he fucked you hard with his fingers. ''Yes! Yes, thank you thank you thank you-'' you cried out as you felt fireworks in your body and you came so hard you swore you saw stars.

Wooyoung helped you calm down from your sweet relief but he was quick to slide his leaking cock in immediately. "W-Woo!" You whined out as he filled you up completely. You clenched around him as he fucked you hard and rough, hands gripping at your thighs and hips.

"O-oh God, fuck!"

"Such a needy fucking little thing, aren't you?" He grunted as he kept thrusting into you, slowly losing himself in the motion as well. Soon enough you were putty in each other's hands, bodies melting together as the moonlight shone on you, highlighting your beautiful teary eyes.

''Wooyoung it feels so good!''you screamed out as he pounded his hard slick cock into you. ''Yeah, baby, I know, I fucking know, it's so good!''

He suddenly pulled out of you and before you could protest he had you flipped over with your ass up. He slid into your cunt from behind and thrusted hard. "Fuck!" You screamed out.

Wooyoung's hand gathered your hair, turning it into a ponytail and he pulled it, hard, making you scream out his name. He pulled you up against his chest as he pounded into you, one arm around your waist, holding him against your body, the other still pulling your hair back.

"Yes! Pull my hair, pull my fucking hair, make me your slut, fuck, I'm your slut," you cried out.

"Yes you are, my fucking slut, you're my fucking cockslut, taking me so well. And you're gonna cum for me, okay? You're gonna fucking cum for me."

"Yes, Yes I'm cumming, I'm cumming for you! All for you! F-For your cock only!" You moaned loudly. "Good girl, that's it baby, that's it, you and me, you and me," he growled in your ear.

For the last time your body trembled as you came around him, a tear falling down your cheek as the pleasure became too much. Soon enough Wooyoung released inside you too, moaning your name as he did so.

"Good... you're so good," he panted as he laid you down, in his arms. He held you for what felt like an eternity before he spoke up again. "Maybe I'm a bit selfish... but I don't want anyone else to touch you. Only me. Only you and me."

You nodded and caressed his cheek gently. "I love you and me," you smiled. ''Next time you're sucking my cock tho, okay?''

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

to ashes, development

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Summary: a development on a mission means it's time to move on.

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2,313

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Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Eighty-Five Days

“Holy shit, you got any idea how fuckin’ hard I am right now?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh, gross.”

Clint frowned.

“What? It’s seedy as hell,” you waved a hand. “You take me to the worst places.”

You swore, you could actually see him roll his eyes from the other side of the building. “Not exactly poetic, are they?”

The two of you were on top of an old disused warehouse in Harringay, listening with distaste as the men inside discussed their, ugh, merchandise. What was it with men and guns?

The weapons ring you’d fought in Holland Park was still at large, and Clint had spent the last two weeks tracking them down again. Honestly it was a testament to them that it had taken him this long, even without his old SHIELD connections. Whoever they were, they weren’t street level thugs.

…It made you feel the tiniest bit better about them getting the better of you in the park.

Clint had scrubbed through the local police files for any clues as to where they were setting up house. Between that and his own reconnaissance, he’d managed to track one of their prominent dealers to right under your feet.

“You still clear on the plan?”

Nodding, you unhooked the safety hood of your holster. “Yeah. Yeah, I got it.”

“Y/N…”

You looked up with a raised brow, fixing him with a pointed look. “Are you really about to lecture me about not taking revenge?”

Clint met your eye with an almost exasperated expression. “Point taken.”

“You ready for this?”

“That’s my line.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” you smirked, stretching out a kink in your neck. “Let’s go to work.”

***

You were really getting tired of these guys.

That’s the only thought that came to you as you rolled behind the crates to your left, gun still in your hand. You came to a kneel, your back meeting the wood with a dull thump. They were too prepared, to ready for the two of you.

This wasn’t supposed to end in a shootout. This was supposed to be a quick job, and yet… how did they know about the two of you? They’d mentioned a boss in the park, someone who had guessed you’d been Clint’s back up, but still… they knew you were coming. Not well enough to lay a proper trap, to ambush you before you got inside, but well enough to be ready.

You ducked lower with a curse as wood shattered above you, large splinters raining down on top of you. Thankful for the hood that kept them out of your hair, you exhaled and turned to fire two shots back around the corner. One shot went wide, but you smiled grimly as the second bullet buried itself in a man’s shoulder. He cursed in a heavy Eastern European accent as you ducked back behind the crate.

“Did you have a plan B for tonight, or are we winging this?” you said into your comms. You heard a cry go up among those shooting at you, followed by shouts of confusion and a few wild shots. You winced despite yourself for a second, waiting for a response in your ear to assure you that they’d missed.

“I’m working on one,” Clint replied gruffly, and you released a small, relieved breath despite your faith in him.

“So… winging it, it is then,” you sighed wearily, setting a new magazine into your handgun and adjusting your hold on the grip. “You know, I kinda hate being the one to draw their fire.”

“I’ll make note of it for next time,” he replied dryly, and another gurgling cry went up among the men between the two of you as Clint shot back out of the shadows long enough to take one of them down. He sliced up two – the one you’d wounded and the man closest to him. “Don’t do anything stupid, alright? We’ve got this under control.”

“Do we?”

“You doubt me?”

“I—”

“Fuck this!” shouted one of them – a burly brunette with a greying beard and tattoos scattered over his biceps. “Get one of the pushka out here and end this!”

“Clint—” you said warningly, stealing a glance over the crates.

“Don’t panic,” he warned, and you swore you caught the glimpse of silver in a brief shift of the light to let you know exactly where he was. “You’re not their biggest problem right now.”

“Clint—”

A deafening blast sounded and you fell forward, hands flying automatically to your ears. The crate to your left exploded – as did the wall in front of you, burst apart in a wave of electric blue energy.

“Holy—”

“Y/N!”

“I’m fine, just—”

“Forget the bitch! Get the Ronin!”

You scrambled away from where you’d hidden, throwing yourself behind an old forklift. Too late, you realized you’d left your gun behind, having dropped it when your hands had flown to your ears. Swearing to yourself, you winced as another blast fired. The building itself groaned as they blew another hole in a wall.

“What the hell is that thing?!”

“Just get outta here, Y/N! I’ll distract—”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Barton!”

“Just go!” he barked back. “Now!”

“Goddamn it!” you growled, standing as you heard the men shout that they’d spotted the Ronin above them. You saw the gun – a bazooka-like cannon – turn upward, point directly at the shadowy figure above. “Stubborn-ass-son-of-a—”

The blaster fired, and you swept your arm upward in the same moment. A shield appeared seconds before the energy wave could hit Clint, knocking him to the side. The energy wave just barely glanced off the shield before blowing a hole in the roof and sending debris collapsing down on the men below.

“What are you—?”

“Take the moment, Clint; you can yell at me later!” you spat back through gritted teeth, sprinting towards the group still shielding themselves from falling bricks and timber. “Get out! I’m right behind you!”

Pulling the knife from the back of your belt, you turned it in your grip and plunged it into the hand of the man closest to the crate they’d pulled the pushka from, ignoring the way he screamed. You released it, instead grabbing the first weapon you could from the crate – thankfully, a much smaller hand-gun style weapon – and kept running. A few men managed to get off a few shots before you were clear, and you winced as you felt a bullet tear through your sleeve to graze your forearm.

Feet pounding too loud on the pavement, you made it quickly to an alleyway across the street, tucking your prize under your injured arm as you grabbed hold of the rung of a fire escape ladder with your other arm and swung yourself upwards. You could hear the building behind you continue to collapse as you climbed the ladder, and you winced as a hand gripped yours as you reached the top.

“Are you insane?”

“Are you?” you shot back breathlessly as Clint pulled you up onto the roof beside him. “What the hell kind of plan was that? You were gonna let them shoot you with that thing?”

“I’m faster than I look, Y/N,” he pointed out sourly. “And now they know—”

“They don’t know shit,” you argued. “There’s no way they could see the difference between that shield and whatever the hell they were shooting at us with.”

“It was still really stupid, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome.”

Clint gave you a look that somehow managed to look grateful and exasperated all at once.

“Oh, and I totally get MVP this mission.”

“Is that a thing?” he replied dryly.

“It is now,” you said proudly, finally managing to catch your breath. Ignoring the pain throbbing in your arm, you held out the gun you’d stolen. “Ta-freakin’-da, Barton.”

***

“Lat—”

“What?”

Clint repeated himself louder, but his voice was still muffled by the wood of the door and the spray of the shower.

“What?”

You heard the shower door open and a few dull sounds before the bathroom door in front of you opened. Water dripped over Clint’s bare torso and soaked his hair, one hand clutching the towel slung around his waist. You watched him hesitate as he met your gaze, watched the adam’s apple in his throat bob. “Latveria.”

“Lat– Latveria?”

“This is starting to feel dangerously like a bit,” Clint said dryly, stepping back into the shower stall. You felt heat rise in your face as he closed the door and the towel was thrown up over the top of it. You stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment before closing the lid of the toilet and perching on the edge of it. “That’s where the weapons are being made.”

“And they’ve made it all the way out here?” you replied, swallowing as you tried to pointedly avoid staring at the shower. The stall was made of textured, frosted glass, and while it granted Clint modesty, you could still just make out his silhouette against the screen. His hands rose to scrub through his hair, his profile turned just barely away from you.

“They’re global,” Clint told you, raising his voice over the spray. “I heard reports of them turning up in New York back before… Fury had someone else working on it.”

“And we just happened to stumble onto them in a park in London?”

Clint’s hands lingered at the back of his neck. “They’ve been making bigger waves lately. Guess she’s been getting a little cockier since the Decimation wiped out half the authorities that could work their case.”

“‘She’?”

Clint’s hands moved down his chest to his stomach, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, face burning. Your thighs pressed together despite yourself. You knew your voice had broken slightly as you’d spoken that one word.

“Lucia von Bardas.”

The water shut off, and you straightened slightly, your hands threaded together in your lap. The towel disappeared into the stall. “Should I recognize the name?”

“Only if you’re trying to be familiar with Eastern European politics,” Clint told you, the shower stall opening after a moment. “She’s a pretty big name in Latverian political parties. She’s got interests in most of the big exporters coming out of that place, including Von Doom Industries. There’s been rumors of her dealing in some… less than legal businesses for a while now. Guess now we’ve actually got some proof.”

Clint stepped out; the towel tucked securely around his waist once more. He seemed to be avoiding your eye, wiping down the foggy mirror with his palm.

“And?”

“And what?”

“We’re going to take her out, right?”

You stood up, and Clint met your eye in the mirror. He sighed.

“That expression tells me you’ve already decided on the answer for us.”

***

“I’m starting to miss Stark’s money.” Clint sighed, settling back into the seat beside you.

“You’re the one who books these oh-so-deluxe travel arrangements,” you pointed out, attempting to find a comfortable position against the firm back of the bus seat. “You’d think with your super-ninja-spy-magic you’d be able to get us a fancier ride.”

“I’m not a ninja,” he told you patiently. “Or magic.”

“You’re a little magic.”

Clint shook his head with a smile; you were sure there was faint color on his cheeks as he dropped his head back against the headrest.

“So, how long exactly is this ride?”

He answered with his eyes closed. “…About two days.”

“Two days?!” you repeated, when you saw his smile grow slightly, you scowled. “I kinda hate you, you know.”

“I thought I was magic.”

“Magic and despised.”

He chuckled; eyes still closed. The bus pulled away from the curb, surprisingly empty. The sky outside was already dark, and the glow of the streetlights passed over the archer’s face. “We’re less likely to be recognized on the bus.”

“Curse you and your logic.”

Clint didn’t reply, and the two of you sat in silence for twenty minutes before you spoke again.

“It’s a little annoying how easily you can fall asleep.”

He smirked; eyes still stubbornly closed. “I’m not asleep.”

“…How about now?”

“Were you always this annoying on road trips?” he teased.

You laughed, closing your eyes too. “Oh, please. You’d be so bored without me.”

***

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep still lingering. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but the wide expanse of road ahead of the bus told you you’d left the city a long time again, as did the faint pink glow tainting the deep purple of the night sky. You shifted, brow furrowing as you felt the warmth pressed up against your side and the rough fabric against your cheek. A comfortable weight rested against the crown of your head, and you frowned against the fuzziness still clinging to your tired mind.

Your eyes finally cleared to settle on the color of Clint’s jacket, and you felt his breath fan softly against your hair. You’d fallen asleep, your head falling against his shoulder, and he’d apparently done the same. His cheek was pressed against your hair, his breathing steady and even. A smile touched your lips as you let the sensation of his chest rising and falling lull you back into rest, and you ignored the sensible part of your brain that was trying to remind you that you were supposed to maintaining your distance from him.

Your eyes fell to your lap as your eyelids began to droop, and warmth flared in your cheeks. Your hand was on your thigh, and Clint’s rested beside it, his fingertips settled on the back of your hand. Your skin was warm and tingled under his touch.

Had he… had he been holding your hand?

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.

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[tearsinthemist]

People In Their 20s Are Sharing The Hardest Pills To Swallow About Becoming An "Adult"

BuzzFeed

Sat, September 7, 2024 at 8:57 PM CDT·5 min read

As we grow up, we see things differently. How we look at the world at 25 is vastly different from how we view life at 13. And as we age, we are forced to come to terms with difficult things. So Redditor u/BluebirdIll6390 asked, "What's the hardest pill to swallow in your early twenties?" Here's what people said, including members of the BuzzFeed Community, about the toughest realities of aging into your 20s and beyond.

1."For me, a hard pill to swallow was realizing how much I actually have to make to have the lifestyle to which I was accustomed and how far I was from that as a recent graduate."

2."You have to become the driving force making the next steps of your life happen. There’s a pretty clear, direct pipeline from childhood to university. After that, it's all open. A lot of people get stuck floating around in post-college purgatory, waiting for something to happen, but you just have to be the one to make those things happen now. It’s very easy to get sucked into the rhythm of the first job you get out of college, setting up wherever you’re situated, having ideas of what you’d like to do with your life with no urgency to get started because you’re under the false assumption you’ve all the time in the world. You’re young, but the days are long, and the years are short. Don’t wait to start living."

3."Some careers don't start till you're in your 30s."

4."My dad told me that the older I got, the smarter he would seem. It turns out he was right all along."

5."True friends are hard to find. They're not the friends you party with. Not the friends you hang onto because you 'have a history even though you don't have much in common anymore, or they treat you like shit. The true friends who will love you for who you are. It took me a long time and a lot of heartache to learn this one, but my best friend at 35 has enriched my life in ways that my old contingent of 'friends' never could."

6."The hardest thing for me was realizing that some of my friends and family were objectively bad people who would never change and/or grow up."

7."You have to decide what you want to eat for every meal for the rest of your life."

8."Your parents are getting older and won't be here forever."

9."You will either cultivate habits, willpower, study, exercise, and routines for success, or you will slowly watch yourself fade. No one is protecting you from yourself anymore."

10."This is likely the best your body will ever feel. Put in the work now, and your body will thank you. I'm talking about flexibility work, strength work, skin and teeth."

11."Being an adult isn't nearly as exciting as I thought. While I love my autonomy, I don't love my bills or responsibilities. The fact is, every stage of life has its pros and cons. Nothing is ever perfect, but that's okay."

12."Remember how, as a kid, a year took forever? Like the week after Christmas, had this crushing reality that it would be forever before it happened again? Now, remember how fast this last year went? Yeah. That's your life. You'll be 30, wondering what happened to time. It just keeps getting faster. Don't try to speed through, even in the bad times. Take time. Don't live for the weekend, don't put things aside for 'another time.' People say you won't be young forever, but nobody prepares you for how short 'not forever' it actually is."

13."Your comfort zone quickly becomes a prison if you indulge in it. You need to push your boundaries and only fall back into your comfort zone when you absolutely need it. Staying in your comfort zone will breed anxiety when you leave it. You have to put yourself into uncomfortable situations to build up resilience for the future."

14."That feeling of being a kid who is just figuring shit out never actually ends."

15."Realizing that adulting is a full-time job with no time off."

16."At the end of the day, you are on your own. No parent, teacher, or camp counselor will swoop in, resolve conflicts, and guide you to the next step. You have to figure it all out. You can ask people for advice, but the problems are infinitely more complex and never have a 'right' answer, only a 'best we can figure' answer given what you have available. Yes, close friends or a significant other can be there to aid you when you need help with projects, moving, or a shoulder to cry on. But at the end of the day, it's your life, and you must steer the ship."

17."All the fun of going to school, having summers off, having 'breaks' for fall or winter...that's just about over. Time to go to work every day until you're ready to retire. Hope you enjoyed your school years!"

18."'You can be the sweetest, juiciest peach in the world, and there will still be people who don't like peaches.'"

19."My parents were right: A boring life is a happy life."

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 25

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

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“Is that why… you draw your…?” Your lips pursed as you stalled your hand movements.

Donnie lifted a hand and brushed a finger over one of the brows drawn onto his mask.

You blew out a raspberry. “That one’s literal.”

Donnie arched said marking in a knowing way.

“That… one is…” You hesitated again.

“It’s not always a word for word translation.” Donnie signed along as he spoke.

“W-wait slow down!”

Again his brow arched high.

“Uh!” Putting a hand out flat, palm up, you bent the fingers on your other hand at the knuckle before pressing them into said awaiting appendage. “Slow down…”

“That’s ‘again.’” Donnie gave a patient smile as he repeated your gesture.

“Oh ‘slow down’ was the glove one.” Flipping your open hand over, you brushed your other digits slowly over top to your wrist.

“You’ll confuse yourself by doing that. ‘Gloves’ spreads the fingers.” Tacking on the gesture to his sentence, he tipped his head back and waited.

“I think you’re…” You paused and filled your cheeks with irritation. Brain flurried with the many signs, you exhaled sharply as if clearing them. “…pushing? Us off-topic on…?” 

“You wanted to sign ‘throwing’ didn’t you?” Green hands moved with ease.

“The figures of speech are annoying.” Leaving the beginning of your sentence you simply chopped one hand into the webbing of your other.

“It is American Sign Language.” He left an ‘L’ up in the air.

“You spelled it out.” You spun your hand in the air.

“Correct.” Closing into a fist, his hand bobbed.

You signed for him to ‘slow down’ again. “Wait, I’m a few behind. What was ‘purpose?’”

Donnie dropped his hands into his lap and waited.

You stared abysmally for a second before shaking it off and readying yourself for the accompanying gestures. “How do you sign p-u-r-p-o-s-e?”

“The general sign is ‘meaning.’” His hands danced with ease. “Keep in mind context: ‘goal,’ ‘reason,’ ‘plan,’ and ‘want.’”

Your lip quivered as you tried to retain the movements.

“’Eyebrows?’” He signed again and waited with his high.

“Do you draw them on to sign?” Going slow, you were methodical about your dual response.

“Your grammar is off.” He left his sentence off by repeating yours, correctly.

You followed along.

“No, that’s not why I started.”

“Why?” You touched your forehead and came away with the sign for ‘y.’

Lowering his hands to study them, you watched as Donnie searched those far flung memories. It was only recently that you’d picked up the different air he took on when doing so. He typically resisted the wade more often than not, but if it was something more menial it always felt like he’d pluck the necessary parts out while trying to keep from getting wet. Whatever he was currently searching for must have been in a murky path; he didn’t appear troubled, but he wasn’t finding anything clear. “The purpose…” 

You gave a half smile as you hadn’t meant to trick him. 

You also had no idea which of the versions it was meant to be. 

“… to an extent, was to alleviate me doing either to get my point across.” 

You tried to picture a smaller version of him giving his patented look, but it was difficult to conjure. Setting that and how much you wanted to ask about baby pictures aside, you instead moved with another question. “Did you… ever? Draw them on your face?”

“No, the sensation of marker to skin is one I find repulsive.” Coming out of his sentence his hands came up to adjust his mask before coming down for another bout. “None of these decisions were done without careful consideration. They’re multi-faceted. I didn’t don a mask just for the purpose of drawing brows, just as I didn’t decide to do something seemingly so foolish without having a multitude of reasons to do so.”

You stared blankly, dropping the lesson to think about what he said. It cropped up a new slew of questions of what a young Donatello was like. Cycling through several aged versions of him in a confusing shuffle, you spelled. “N-e-i-t-h-e-r?”

“There’s no one agreed upon sign. I prefer shaking my head no to negate the ‘either.’” He demonstrated.

You watched before rubbing your eyes.

A hand lightly tapped your knee for attention. “That’s enough for now.”

You gave a nod beneath your palms before sinking into the couch. “You were mute at one point.”

The silence chased your question and, in bringing your hands down, you caught a tired line of surprise pass on Donnie’s face before he tried to hide it under nonchalance. “Why do you think that?”

“Feeling and a guess.” You gave a tired shrug. “None of the answers were clear, but it sounded like you started drawing your brows before you knew how to sign. You said ‘neither’ and, for you, not ‘having’ to do something can be the same as not ‘knowing.’”

Breaking eye contact, he evaluated your response as if he could pick apart the words visually in the air.

He was following the chemtrails of your logic and it left you free to study him. He looked especially tired even though he seemed to have gotten a good amount of sleep as of late. You were about to question it when he turned to you with one of his own. You paused to hear him out first when his snout wrinkled and he gave a comparatively small sneeze to the size of his body.   

You stared openly before a smile spread on your lips. “That was… adorable!”

With his hand lingering in front of his snout, he glared over it. “No.”

“It was!” You leaned forward, but kept shy of your boyfriend. “I’m not teasing; I’m just surprised! I’ve never heard you sneeze before!”

Donnie made a disgruntled sound before getting up and rounding towards the door.

You pivoted and slung your arms over the back of the couch as you watched.

“Lunch.” He was already sticking an arm through his coat.

“Oh.” You bobbed to get up. “Sure.”

-

Juggling a stack, you wished you had grabbed a bag. You’d opted to take everything by hand to do a grand reveal once getting to apartment two, but that decision was literally weighing on you awkwardly. After lunch, it had been in a strange stupor that Donnie suggested a movie night the following one. Not wanting to second guess it in case he changed his mind, you instead shifted your focus on making this one great to hopefully open the door to others. 

It had been easy, at first, to carry a few movie cases. It was the trip to the bodega that had done you in. Snack packages didn’t pile as nicely and their rounded shape proved it by sliding as you made it out of the elevator. Hoisting the popcorn up for a fourth time, you huffed as you approached the door. Debating setting it all down, you shoved the unpopped sleeve into the crook of your arm before rapping your knuckles on the door.

As per usual you heard nothing as you waited. 

Then, to break normalcy, a large thud slammed against the other side.

Jolting, you tried and failed to keep some candy from falling. “Don?!”

Though annoyingly muffled, you heard a groan.

It prompted you to press your ear flat to the wood. “Donnie?!”

“It’s-” He sneezed so loud you jumped again. “-fine… I… Oh…”

“Oh?!” With your load lost at your feet, you palmed the door handle.

It was locked.

“What’s going on!?”

You heard him mumble something before there was another heavy thud. This time it was centralized enough that you could picture him slamming his forehead against the door for whatever reason. “Why are you here…?”

His voice seemed thick and you strained to separate what wasn’t him versus the soundproofing. “Yesterday, we-”

“Movie night…” He groaned again and his voice trailed away as he presumably reeled in irritation at the memory.

“Did you… forget?” Stepping back to get your phone, you scrolled to the shared calendar. Scrolling found it surprisingly blank. “I know we said today. It was right after I left at three something!”

“Correct…You had the… the… uh…” It almost sounded like his nose was stuffed with cotton.

“Birthday dinner…” You answered with worried wonder. “Don, open the door.”

“Yes…” There was an off kilter quality to the way he ignored you. “I was tired.”

“Donatello.”

“Something, something, let’s stay in. Movie night.” He reiterated before another thump to the door took you further back.

“Donnie, let me in!”

“I’m-” He hitched on another sneeze that didn’t come but instead devolved into a coughing fit.

“You’re sick…” 

His choking ebbed before it flowed as bubbling sniffles. “Preoccupation with dredging a grotesque amount of mucus from my body-” He hacked. “-I-” Another sneeze came before he summed the thickness in his throat up to a growl. “I forgot to cancel!”

“You can get sick?” You whispered to the wood.

“Not normally.” He snorted though you could hear how no oxygen entered his body. “There is a mutagenic-” He blew his nose. “-pestilence that rises up from the sewers. I can never-” He sneezed and it was accompanied by a gag. “-study the damned thing because… it … How do I…?”

You returned to press your hands flat to the door.

“It messes… my mind…?”

“You don’t know?”

He gave a cough that was not the least bit productive. “The fever… Start soon… Lethal to humans… Mutants…”

“Start soon? What…? How can you tell?” You gave a little bang. “You didn’t even seem sick yesterday! You literally sneezed one time!”

There was a sliding sound that you imagined was him sinking to the floor. “Start fast, end fast… You… leave…”

“But I can help! You sound terrible. I just need a mask-”

“No.”

“Donnie…”

“I haven’t… study…” He choked on a cough. “…human spread.”

“You don’t know if I can catch it?”

You heard a shuffling, but couldn’t decide if he was shaking his head or nodding. “Is S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. there?”

“Can’t…” Donnie’s voice wrung out.

“He can’t?” You asked more to yourself before pulling up your gauntlet. “Donnie, are you saying you go through this alone… every year?”

His silence hit you like a gut punch.

“Okay…” You pushed off the door to stand a little straighter. “I’ll go, but at least let me bring you some essentials. Electrolytes, food, medicine… It might not help, but…” You wanted to do something. You knew it was selfish and your shoulders dragged under the weight of it. “I’ll go. I’ll get a few things and go. I’ll leave them by the door for you just in case. Is that alright?”

There was a bout of quiet before a faint, “Fine.”

“Okay, I’ll be back!” You stepped away, but hesitated before coming in close. “Text me if you can think of anything you need! I’ll knock three times for the drop off and leave right after.”

You heard a grunt that you imagined was him getting up.

“Feel better…” You mumbled softly before heading towards the elevator. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?”

Your gauntlet sat uselessly on your wrist all the way to the pharmacy. It unnerved you as you tried to calculate what kind of dosages someone like Donnie would need. You wished you had gotten more information, but at the same time he seemed to be rapidly devolving. A ghost of a wet Donatello in the rain flashed through your mind and you thought of your own immune system. By the little he’d mentioned it sounded like he would run the full length of a flu in a very short amount of time. With it being apparently so bad he had no memory, then it couldn’t have been a good thing. It struck you as the same logic one used when turning up the oven temp to shorten a cook time; all it resulted in was a burnt dish.

Having never shown a preference, you ended up grabbing him every flavor of enhanced water you could find. You had to trek back to the front for a basket before snatching up the maximum strength of several cold medicines. It would rack up a big till, but Donnie always jumped over you to pay. If you could help him even once then at least you tried to even the score. Debating on who had the best soup nearby, you approached checkout when your gauntlet suddenly started buzzing like crazy the moment you reached for your wallet.

The cashier stared at you dumbfounded as you sheepishly lifted the tech up to your face.

“S-smart watches, ya know?” You gave a synthetic laugh and turned to growl into it. “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. what the hell!?”

It went silent again and you stared at it openly.

It seemed so different; almost like S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wasn’t there at all.

You narrowed your gaze. “Donnie?”

The thing lay limply and you spun back to the cashier who had lost all interest.

“S-sorry about that…” You held up your wallet a second time only for the gauntlet to come alive again. “Ugh!” In a snap, the tech was off your wrist and into your pocket. It continued to buzz angrily as you paid. It stopped as soon as you stepped away and you tried to gather what felt like a messy string of facts.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was gone.

Donnie was sick.

Trudging a few blocks with bags biting your arms, you entered a deli to get some soup. The employee there was kind and started up a dialog based on your load. It was only as they passed you a bag did they mention something about adding extra garlic with a wink. You thanked them and headed back to Donnie’s apartment. The process was second nature by now which meant you had thought little of your first entry. NowKnow with the knowledge that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was MIA, you wished you could remember if you had seen the check. Prepared now, you stared at the black of the panel only for the door to simply unlock. You stared at it warily as you headed in.

Another bout through the elevator and you took your time setting the bags in front of his door. In case he decided to scorn your picks for whatever reason, you pushed the soup to the forefront. Surely he’d be able to at least smell the garlic. Leaning back to survey the many parcels, you wondered how his scenting worked with his congestion. Debating whether it disappeared or dropped to a human level, you lifted a fist up. Giving a sad but satisfied exhale, you prepared the three taps to alert him.

You were already stepping back for your hasty retreat when your knuckle’s contact with the door cracked it open from where it had been left ajar.

You stared blankly at it for a moment before leaning in to peek.

The lights were off, but the sun oozing in through the kitchen window made it so you could see the shadow of the empty living room. “Donnie?”

There was no sound and you almost wondered if he had left.

Stepping forward to get more of an angle inside, you glimpsed how his computer’s monitors were also off. “Hello?”

Again silence chased you and you frowned before looking down at all the bags in your way.

“I’m going to put everything inside and close the door! Say something if that’s not what you wanted!” You pushed the door fully and knelt down to nudge the bags through the threshold. It was there, in a squat, that you saw a neatly folded pile of blue and white. Blinking at it, you reached past a bag handle and picked the bundle up. There was no note or anything attached, but as you stood, it unfurled into what you immediately identified as PPE.

The papery quality of the blue jumpsuit was something you thumbed over as you caught a respirator mask as it tried to fall. Staring back into the dark, you shrugged before donning the equipment. You mistakenly dropped the gloves, but otherwise you felt invincible to germs. Secured and curious, you scooped the bags up and entered the apartment. “I’m safe! Where are you?”

This time you didn’t wait as you headed towards the kitchen. He wasn’t on the couch or bed so you frowned as you stocked the fridge with the many drinks. You left the soup out hoping you could get him to eat a little when the silence started to wear on you. There was only one place you didn’t have a clear view of and you wandered over towards the partition to access the bathroom.

As soon as you passed into the bedroom, you immediately caught sight of a single green foot splayed on the ground. Jarring and in a sudden rush, you chased up his body to find Donnie laying half in, half out, on his back in the dark of the bathroom. “Donnie!”

“Don’t…” He gave a pitiful groan as you flicked the light on. Rotating away as if the light burned him, pocks of sweat dotted his naked body. Around him, his wraps and mask made a faulty outline as he had clearly torn them off in delirium.  

“Did you fall? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?” You reached gloved hands out to him and both points of contact that hit him radiated heat through your barrier. “What the…?”

“Fe…” His pupils refused to surface. “…ver…”

Burning nettles setting in, you had to pull away “I can’t… I can’t touch you like this… Just how hot are you!?”

A hand waved deliriously and bumped into the wall before it collapsed. A whirl that sounded like a computer running caught your attention and you glanced behind you. “Uh… I’m gonna get oven mitts! Then we’ll run you a cold bath or something.”

You hesitated to leave him before turning with a pained wince. Your heart ached as you rounded back towards the kitchen and slowed as the purple glow of his computer lit the room. Drawn to it, there was a large error message. Approaching, the details listed a numerical error code along with notes about the neural link connection having been interrupted. Not seeing a keyboard, you clicked the large ‘proceed’ on the screen only for a dozen pop-ups to appear. Frowning in dismay, you searched them to find they were monitors of Donnie’s health under the header of another number set; each window seemed to have a decimal place and different designation. Shifting through them with a finger, you flicked a few away until you finally found a bright red one noting his temperature. It was floating around 115 degrees and you balked before rushing to the kitchen.

Slipping on a pair of oven mitts, you rushed back to find Donnie in a forming puddle of sweat. He only tried to shoo you away once before his limbs refused to respond. His limb body made him near impossible to move and you barely managed to heave him over the lip of the tub. The exertion temporarily took you out and you plopped onto the toilet seat to catch your breath. Removing the oven mitts, you surveyed how he sat the entirely wrong direction with his knees hooking his legs outside the rim. Thinking only of the fever, you pushed past your weakness, and rushed for the tap. Flipping the gauge all the way to cold, you shot him an apologetic look that he never caught wind of as your throat tightened. “I’m sorry, Don.”

He babbled something as you turned the shower on and yelped as the cold water hit him. The shock was only momentary before he gave a dreamy sigh. You almost thought you saw steam roll off him as you sank back down on your porcelain seat. Seeing him almost content, you let him stay in his awkward position for a moment on a wind back to the computer. There, his temperature had already dropped to 111 and you headed towards the fridge to see if there was ice in the freezer. You found two trays and, in passing, saw the gauge dipping to 109.

Minutely satisfied, you returned to find his eyes surfaced as he stared through the stream.

“You with me?” You asked as you popped an ice cube out and held it out to him.

His reach was weak, but he got his arm up and took it. He then pulled it close and held it against his temple with a congested sigh. For a long time you sat like that, passing him cube after cube as he let them melt against his skin before reaching for another. Around the time they were all gone, he pulled his legs into the tub and sleepily leaned against the tiles. You watched on with a heavy chest thinking of all the years he did this alone.

He’d clearly survived, but that didn’t make it better.

Giving a motion that caught your eye, you looked up to find him signing for a drink. You nodded appropriately and jumped to your feet. He rested his eyes again as you debated which bottles to grab him. Settling on three top options that he might like, you gathered them up and returned. “Alright, I’ve got almost every flavor so if these aren’t good enough you can take your pick-“

A low hiss caught youryour attention and you brought your head up to find Donnie backed into a corner of the shower. If he had hackles you imagined they would have been up from the way his whole body was bunched. His teeth werewere bared threateningly and, as you searched, you found his pupils were simply gone.

“Uh…”

A sharp clicking noise started and you took a hesitant step back. One bottle slipped with its condensation against your glove and you scrambled to catch it. Missing and, barely keeping from dropping the rest of your loadload, the bottle clattered to the ground before the tub gave a deep boom. Bent at the knee, you shot your gaze back up to find Donnie gone. The shower continued to drone on and you felt a drip land on your head. Looking up in stunned horror, you saw a wet imprint on the wall that seemed to indicate that was his bounce point before he’d jumped clean over you and out of the room.

Abandoning the drinks, you followed a drip trail until it disappeared into the living room. “Hey…. Uh Don…? I know this isn’t like a human illness, but let’s get you a towel…”

The thick nasally hiss came from your right and you were only able to incrementally turn your head towards it before he lunged. Slamming to the floor with his weight crushing you from above, your gloved hands slipped over his slick skin as you tried to grab the forearm pinning your chest.

“D-don-nie!” You choked into your respirator; the air pressing right out of you.

Above you the clicking was so loud it echoed in your ears as he dropped lethally close to examine you. You whined on the last bit of your oxygen and gave up on trying to grab him. With black dotting your vision, you yanked one glove off to give yourself better grip before going for his limb again. His fangs flashed and you awaited the sting of a bite as his teeth clicked audibly. The pain didn’t come and you forced yourself out of the wince to find the sound had stopped. Eyes going wide, you looked through your mask to see Donnie staring sightlessly as he sniffed at your appendage.

The vignette of your vision had just started to swallow up your consciousness when he jumped off. Choking on the sudden influx of air, you rolled over and had to keep yourself from tearing the mask clean off to greedily gulp down all you could. Pushing down the lightheaded feeling, you pulled yourself up onto your your hands and knees before looking for your feral boyfriend. You quickly found him lurking nearby with a wary, wide white gaze. “What… kinda sickness… is this?” You wheezed before sitting back on your haunches.

He darted around the couch and you lost him until he peered at you over the back of it.

“You’re getting the sofa wet…”

He made a noise you’d never heard from him as you got up. Not sure what to make of it, you left him to go get a towel. When you returned he was in the kitchen sniffing at the soup you’d left out and you slowed with the fluffy cotton in hand. He made an approximate hiss at the object before you mimed wiping yourself off.

“Come on, just let me-!”

With the kitchen a nook, you gave a slow chase and he clicked angrily as you neared. Dropping down to show no harm, you offered the towel for him to sniff as one might a hand to a cat. You could only tell he flicked his gaze to you because his chin tipped, but he sniffed the cloth lightly while monitoring you in case you tried anything. 

“You smelled enough to know I’m not a threat, but not enough to trust me? You are congested, huh?”

He snorted and you almost laughed at how poetic the move seemed. With his neck outstretched, you readied the towel to hopefully drape it over him when he shot forward and bit down. His teeth sank into your hand and you squeezed your lips together to keep any scary overreactions to a minimum. 

“It’s alright… I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to dry you off…” You shushed him and slowly his jaw unlocked. Your fingers moved which was a good sign and he let you brush the towel against his cheek. It was either the dry feeling or the softness itself, but the concept finally seemed to puncture him. He gave you one last tilt of the head before he nuzzled into the fabric. Sighing at the small victory, you brought your other hand around and he only gave a minor hiss as you started to towel him off. It took some work but eventually you had him wrapped up in the thing and he sat in an awkward pile staring up at you with a blank gaze.

You gave him a little hopeless shake of your head before removing your other glove and washing your hands. The towel had thankfully kept him from breaking skin, but there was a red line from where he’d chomped the thick of your hand. You rubbed it under the tap before drying your hands off and finding your boyfriend still staring up at you like the world’s strangest pet. Looking from him to the soup, you dished a small amount into an asian-style soup bowl before warming it. Thinking there was no way he could use a spoon, you blew on it before giving it a quick dip of your finger to make sure it was alright to sip.

Feeling very much like a mother preparing a bottle, you made a show of kneeling in front of him. You then offered up the cup and he sniffed at it before trying to take it with his teeth.

“No. Not like that. Just-” You mimed holding and tipping it to your mouth even though you bumped the respirator in the process.

He watched with a tilt of his head before you offered the bowl again. He sneezed off to the side before taking it and checked with you before he lapped out of it.

“Close enough.” You leaned against the cabinets, feeling suddenly drained.

He slowly downed the cup until he had it turned all the way over to empty it. He then simply let it go and it clattered in a way that you jostled at. He similarly gave several warning clicks that you hushed before you picked up the bowl.

“You were thirsty, think you can drink?”

He stared on wordlessly and you gave a sigh.

Searching for something he could drink out of, you weren’t surprised to find nothing of the spill proof variety. Against the thought of putting a bowl down like he was actually an animal, you ended up rinsing out the little soup cup and filling it with fresh water. He similarly sipped it, but you caught his hand before he dropped it. He growled and you ignored him to take the bowl away. This time when you set it aside, he was gone when you turned back.

Not finding that as alarming in his current state, you put the rest of the soup away before stepping out of the kitchen to look. Not having to travel far, you spotted his pale purple towel on the couch first in a little lump where he’d curled up under it.

“Don, that’s wet. Don’t sleep like that.” You approached and little stunted growls started up as you reached him. “I know you’re tired… Come on.” Holding a hand out, his head emerged to snap at you and you glared at him.

He shared a similar sentiment with his teeth shining as a warning.

Rolling your eyes, you went into the bedroom and wondered about blankets. The sheets weren’t soft enough to coax the feral beast into a trade and you’d never really seen another beyond a comforter. Staring between the closet and dresser, you hesitated. They weren’t expressly forbidden, but you hadn’t considered rifling through his drawers. Looking back to where the toweled lump just barely exceeded the couch’s back, you approached the closet first. Opening found a clean system of his black wardrobe split between hangers and folded in little cubbies.

Not finding appropriate linens, you closed it up and went to the dresser. It seemed to contain lesser used items and it was in the bottom drawer that you found a couple blankets along with a scant few pairs of purple pajama pants. You hadn’t seen Donnie wear them and lingered there before picking up the softest blanket. It seemed worn in a loved way and you carried it over to the couch where your boyfriend had done his best to curl up in a little ball.

“Hey.” You knelt down in front of him.

He stirred with a sound that had a trill-like quality to it.

“Trade?” You slowly offered up the blanket and Donnie’s snout appeared from beneath the towel in a way that caught your heart. Trying not to give into how cute it was, he followed it up with another bitter glare that went from you to the blanket. He sniffed it lightly before a hand shot out to grab it. You let him before jumping back while plucking the towel away from him.

He spat a visible spray with a sudden literal hissy fit and you walked right away from him with the noise trailing you. Hanging the towel up, you took notes of the many little puddles. Gathering the forgotten sports drinks slowly, you gave him space before returning to the kitchen. A quick peek found Donnie in the same position except now cloaked under the blanket. You smiled at the blob before stowing the bottles away and unearthing a rag. Cleaning up the water first, you then headed back to the bathroom where you gathered up his mask and wraps. Not sure where he kept his dirty laundry as it always seemed to disappear, you set them aside neatly.

Returning to the living room found your partner’s shape stilled to immobility. Nervous after his biting stunt, you headed toward the computer. I took a quick flip of status windows to find one that logged sleep. He was in the first stages and his fever was now bobbing around a manageable human level. Frowning at how you hadn’t been able to get any medicine in him, you decided you had time to ponder the tabs.

It felt like a safe assumption that the neural implant Donnie had mentioned a couple months back was the neural link. From the way he used his tech, things either happened instantaneously or with hand gestures that you had a hunch were just a flare for dramatics. In the day to day, things you couldn’t explain would simply happen around the apartment. Knowing now that Donnie was mentally plugged into the workings was both fascinating and disconcerting. You wondered how far something like that went before flashes of grizzly surgeries sent you in a different direction.

You imagined it was probably his insanely high fever that had interrupted the link’s function. The alert coincided and, not too long after succumbing, Donnie had literally seemed to lose his mind. Glancing back at his still dozing form, you now understood why he didn’t remember these bouts of sickness. The only thing none of this explained was S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s absence. Both he and Donnie had made it clear that he was sentient, so it made little sense he’d be affected by the disrupted neural link.

Unsure, you tried to access the search function on the computer. Typing in S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s name didn’t come up with anything and you huffed as any other search queries ended up similarly. Staring at the open tabs, you chanced typing in the code listed on them and found it coordinated with what looked like an entire medical database. Not wanting to intrude on his privacy, you closed it and chewed your lip as if you couldn’t remember the number that had popped up along with the initial error message. Taking a seat in the supportive desk chair, you combed all your conversations with Donatello. He hadn’t hinted at any numbers and you swiveled in thought. The DAR bypass protocol popped into your mind, but you didn’t have much hope as you typed it in.

In contrast to your last search, a pop-up appeared and asked for a password as the system was in manual override. Looking side to side, you tried typing in your name, but the rejection was instant as you hit enter. Seeing no limit, you tried a few variations including cutesy couple phrases to no avail. Sighing loudly, you switched back to the search function and typed in a random set of three digits, 9-2-6. An odd black window with purple code appeared and from your skim it said it was labeled as a rocket shell. Remembering when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had taken off similarly in your escape, you sat back in the chair and gave an audible, “Huh.”

You then lost yourself in a guessing game of numbers. Some items were barred under further passwords, but most seemed to bring up boxes of code. Everything Donnie did was logged into the system in one way or another. Less interested in the content, you instead tried to figure out a method to the numerical madness. You doubted he’d simply put everything in chronological order, but anything else seemed even more arbitrary. Eventually, your bladder beckoned you away and, with one last check on your sleeping partner, you popped over to the bathroom.  

Quick relief and washed hands, you threw the door open to exit while the hand towel was still in your grasp. Turned to the side to make sure it landed on the counter in your toss, you jarred when you ran directly into a hard wall. Making a yelp of surprise and confused as to why the exit had betrayed you, you heard a worn voice.  

“There you are…” Donnie nearly cooed as you realized the flat surface was his plastron. Before you could process further, his arms came around you.

You squeaked at the sudden pressure of his hug. “H-Hey!”

He ignored your squirms to instead root his snout down into the top of your head. 

It disrupted the straps of your mask.

“Ack! Stop!” You tried to push but he was an unrelenting force. “I’m glad you’re up, but you’re acting like I was gone for years. The apartment isn’t even that big!!”  

“I’m rewarding my dearest for coming to take care of me!” His grip was shifting and, in the moment his arms loosened, you broke free.

“Dearest?!” He wondered, looking very betrayed. 

You took a wary step back.

He made an actual kissy face as he shot after you and you dropped instinctively. He bent over to chase you down and you were forced to scurry between his legs to escape. “Where are you going, darling?”

“What is wrong with you!?” You screeched as he was in motion again and you just barely dodged by crawling out of the bathroom. “The wild cat routine was one thing, but this love bug change is…I don’t know! What even is this?!”

You felt him catch your ankle and you were dragged back to him with a scream that felt very much like a horror movie. He scooped you right up from there as someone would a small dog and, if it wasn’t for your mask, you would have taken your turn to bite him.

“Put me down!!”

“Why ever for?” The sing-song tone made you want to punch him.

“Because I don’t like this!” You yanked at his arm.

“You don’t?” He sounded near tears.

“No! You’re not-” Remembering he hadn’t had his prosthetic equipped, you kicked back into his good shin. “-my Donnie!”

Letting you go with a hiss of pain, you barely managed to land on your feet and whip around. He recovered quickly and had a feverish glint in his eye. Weirdly glad he now had his pupils back, you weren’t near as happy when he suddenly crouched low with his arms out, as if this was some kind of game. “If I wasn’t yours then how would I know you prefer to be held?”

You readied yourself out of necessity even though it made it seem like you were playing along. He made a feint which you slapped away. “Donatello, I don’t care how sick you are, you stop this!”

“Sick?” There seemed to be genuine curiosity there even though the quality of his voice spoke to his congestion.

“You… can’t tell?” You dropped your guard and he caught you in an embrace that caused your feet to leave the floor. Feeling very much like the life was being squeezed out of you in a totally different way than feral Donnie had, he then nuzzled into your arm in a dramatic fashion that made your skin crawl. The crawling sensation inched up your spine and caused you to shudder.

“Are you cold, beloved?! Let’s get you all snuggled up!” You were being carried much like a baby and indignity topped the million things already grossing you out.

“Donnie, stop!”

“Hm?” His tittering of tone felt like tinnitus.

“Floor!” You squeaked as he gave another squeeze. “I’ll hug you back if you put me down!”

The speed at which your feet hit the ground hurt your ankles. Wincing, you looked up to find a horrifically uncharacteristic starry eyed expression staring back. 

“Yikes-I mean!!” You tried to recover and were glad the respirator concealed your mouth. You made good on your promise and slung your arms around him only for him to hug the breath out of you once. “W-while y-you have me…”

He did a shuffle that was almost like an excited dance.

“I’ll cuddle you all you want-”

You were being lifted again and you immediately started kicking your feet.

“BUT!”

He set you back down and appeared in your vision with a flagrant sheepish nature.

You hated how he currently looked.

“You have to agree to a few things.”

His giddiness deflated like a released balloon and it was almost strange how it didn’t move you in the slightest. “Such as…?”

“One!” You held up a finger. “The gear stays on and you need to be careful. If you knock anything off, there’s going to be consequences.”

He wilted even more with his lower lip jutting out in a repulsive pout.

“Two!” You shoved the second finger right in his face so you wouldn’t have to see that expression anymore. “We’re laying down. Even if you don’t realize it, you’re sick right now and my top priority is you resting.”

Donnie was quiet and his grip loosened slightly. “Is that all?”

“Three, I lead because I can only take so much, deal?” Instead of throwing up another finger, you offered your hand to shake.

He released you to do so and you turned the hold into a tether. Pulling him over to the bed, he was surprisingly malleable as you got in first. He waited by the side with an expression like a crying child which you had to turn away from so as not to visibly gag. Shifting focus, you laid out with pillows propped up behind your lower back so you could comfortably sit up against the wall. You then put your legs out straight and patted your lap. In a flash he was upon you and curled upsimilarly as he had been on the couch. It took some pushing to keep his weight from crushing you, but you eventually ended up with him lying saddled up against you with his head resting on your chest.

“This enough?” You mumbled, trying not to look at the line of his exposed shell and instead curled your arm to brush his cheek.

He nodded a little too fast and you flattened your palm to stop him. The contact seemed to do the trick and the warmth he exuded turned him into a cumbersome weighted blanket.

“Can you really not tell you’re sick?” You whispered, petting his head while skirting the scars on the side.

He rubbed his head against you. “I feel sort of sluggish.”

“You sound stuffed up.”

He made a little noncommittal noise and you sighed.

This change did not fit easily into your earlier fever hypothesis. Taking the puzzle piece and staring at the half finished image, you felt a tug that was eased in by a sort of hum. The lull took hold and as you tried to fight it, you saw glimpses of Donnie’s form seemingly going slack before he disappeared as you dozed off.

Eyes opening, it took you a moment to adjust to the fact there was a protective layer of plastic in front of your vision. A hand came up and tapped your respirator as memories bolstered your wakefulness. Jarring without any weight to hold you down, you stared out at the dark. The sun had clearly gone down in the time you had been asleep and Donnie was no longer glued to you in his clingy act. Scrambling off the bed, you stumbled slightly as you couldn’t see a thing.

Keeping a hand to the mattress as a guide, you quickly noted how all the nightlights were gone and the computer was off. The curtains seemed especially drawn in a way that made you wonder if there was a new layer. Wandering around with the bed close, you made a clear path over to the window. There you pressed a hand through the gauzy outer sheet and hit what felt like cold metal. Feeling awash with dread, you followed the wall until you banged your leg into the dresser. Resisting the urge to yell, you hobbled a few more steps before leaning on the partition. “Donnie?!”

Eerie silence greeted you.

You were not particularly in the mood for a horror movie reenactment.

Following the wall to the computer desk, you glanced to find you couldn’t make anything out. Even the kitchen, which only had semi-sheer coverings over its window, was solidly dark. Not knowing where he kept flashlights, you knew the fridge would at least have some reprieve and continued onward towards that destination. It was only as you felt your way around the counter did you hear the creak that sounded like the couch. Head flashing in that direction, two purple spotlights hit you. Blinded, you threw a hand up. “Oh, hell no.”

Something zipped past you so fast it whistled in its descent. Trying to minimize your movements in case his swings were imprecise, you nearly jumped onto the counter when there was a loud clatter at your feet. Your labored breath hit your ears strangely and it was with a slap to your own cheek that you realized the respirator had been cut from you. Dropping down to grab it, you heard something slide straight across the floor. Hand landing flat on the ground, you guessed the sound was the object in question when something descended down your back.

Making a noise of fear, you shrank into yourself. WIth no pair apparent, you opened your eyes to the dark and rose up. Your outermost layer fell slack with a paper-like crinkling. Blinking and grabbing at your arms, you found he’d cut the entire back of your protective suit without hitting you. Feeling oddly torn at how to feel about it, your hands flew to your mouth. Having seen it first hand, you couldn’t imagine surviving this illness. You’d already inhaled too much of what must have been the stagnant apartment air and nearly cried at the thought. Moving to get up and try to communicate that to whatever this next version of Donnie was, something sliced right in front of your nose.

Even with the faintest silhouette, you recognized the shape from the image burned into your mind: Donnie’s fighting staff.

“What are you doing?” Your voice broke. “You had a 115 degree fever, idiot… How am I supposed to-?”

The purple lights of his mask turned on again and you had to screw your eyes shut against the onslaught. “Non-transmittable.”

Opening your eyes to a flood of black, you swung to find nothing there. “What? How do you know that?! You said earlier you hadn’t studied it!!”

There was no response and you sensed something behind you. Turning around to grab at it, you felt his staff tap your back and you sucked in a breath harshly through your teeth as rage flooded you.

“You’re toying with me!? I should have left you on the ground!!!”

The silence that followed felt more like a harsh halt than a snub. The minute level of guilt you felt you shoved down as you stomped around the counter towards the computer. Not knowing how it worked, you slammed a hand to the screen and were surprised when it lit up in a scan that ran over the appendage. You pulled back as it finished and it came to life with the same display as before. Spinning around as purple light bathed the room, you weren’t surprised to find yourself seemingly alone. Glowering at the expanse, you returned to flip through the health tabs. Donnie’s heart rate was markedly slower, but his fever held steady.

Helpless on any other information, you drooped and pressed your palms into your eyes. “Okay… there was fever, animal, love bug, and now jackass ninja…” You groaned. “Does the fever count? You said something about it coming on, but does that make it the start? It’s been sort of constant, but… I guess I don’t really know what temperature you’re supposed to be. Turtles are cold-blooded or something right? Humans aren’t… You never seemed cold…” Falling into the desk chair, you stared at the rhythmic blip that marked his heart. “What am I supposed to do?”

There was a sound from the bedroom and you resisted turning towards it.

“Are you watching me?” You asked the desk before pushing off of it. The wheels of the chair sent you a foot or so from the computer. “What’s the point?”

There was nothing there other than the outline of the bed.

“I can’t believe I brought soup.” You gave a foreign laugh. “Like that would do shit for… this.”

Turning slowly, you surveyed the way the monitor’s glow highlighted your shadow.

“I don’t want to get sick.” You spoke far below a whisper.

“You won’t.”

The voice came from behind you and you stiffened up. “You’re sure?”

“Completely.”  His voice drifted all the way across the apartment to what must have been the door. “Simple analysis.” 

You were staring right at it but there was nothing there. “Ninjas don’t talk.”

The computer’s light went out and you pulled your legs up. For a long time you sat in the dark with your chin to your knees in wait. You decided that no matter what the next stages were, this one had to be the worst. Stuck with only your thoughts, you swirled the drain on the other times you’d been in this position. Trying not to cry from the mounting loneliness, you eventually heard an audible click. Looking up with a little sniffle, metal cranked in some sort of mechanism. The computer snapped back on and as you slowly rotated towards it, you glimpsed the faint light from the streetlight pouring in through the kitchen window.

Blinking, you left the chair to wander towards it and realized there had been some sort of lock down shield. Running your hand along the window’s jamb found nothing and you wondered where the object had gone. Giving up with a roll of your eyes, you flicked the kitchen light on. In a turn, you jumped as Donnie’s figure stood slack just behind the couch. His costume mask was curiously gone, but his staff was in hand to apparently keep him upright based on his pathetic posture.

You were too mentally exhausted to prepare yourself for whatever was next. “What kind of Donnie am I getting now?”

With him limp, you chanced creeping closer. There was a sway to his body that was almost imperceptible. You got a sense this version wasn’t going to attack you and, for the first time since you’d found him, he looked like what you’d expect of someone with the flu: weary, clammy, and pale. Openly approaching him, you found a little tune coming from his throat. You listened for a moment and he only acknowledged you with a half glance. He then sank further into his staff, squishing his face. 

“That sounds… familiar?” You looked up and to the right in thought.

“Moonlight Sonata…” Donnie drawled before the humming picked back up.

You stood watching as the sound seemed to be wrongfully torn from him. It had a haunting quality that trapped you until you noticed he was trying to get his hands up. Moving forward, you supported his elbows and he shifted a hip against his staff to hold the brunt of his weight. He then brought one palm facing up and dropped a fist into it with the thumb standing at attention.

Help.

“What can I do?” You moved into him and took the place of the staff. He expertly swapped it to his other hand and, while the tune continued to leak from him, you managed to get him over to the bed. 

He promptly collapsed.

Humming helplessly, his head turned side to side with a sort of agony. Reflexively kicking into caretaker mode, you got a pillow under his head. You then tucked him in before going to get a cloth and a bowl of cool water. Back, you soaked and wrung the rag before placing it over his head. He fought the music to get something out, but his tongue refused. Taking a guess, you ran back to the kitchen. When you returned you had six sports drinks which you held up for him to see. Through Beethoven, he cracked a sort of smile and gestured to one.

“I have other flavors too.”

Again you earned a half baked grin as he only affirmed his decision and you cracked it open for him. He allowed you to lift his head up where you temporarily removed the damp towel so he could sip. He gulped down three quarters of it before he sank back into his pillow with the melody surrounding you. Leaving to put the other bottles away, you came back and sat on the little space between him and the edge of the mattress. He held out his hand in a wobble and you caught it as the song began to peter out.

Another didn’t start up and you got a sense he wasn’t with you in the waking world. Worried just in case, you placed his appendage to his chest before going to check his vitals. There didn’t seem to be any cause for concern, but you gravitated towards him. Eventually, you settled after seeing the faint rise and fall of his plastron. Remembering his staff, you quickly found it tucked into bed beside him as a small tube. Free to explore once again, you spent some time studying it. Unable to get it to extend, you eventually relented and set it on the nightstand.

You then toiled away the next few hours fiddling on your phone first before eventually succumbing to putting on one of the movies you’d originally brought. You vaguely remembered leaving them in a heap outside the door and tried to picture sick Donnie pulling them inside. How he managed a neat stack on a nearby shelf, you’d never know. 

You made it about halfway through the film when you heard a mumbling.

“Donnie?” You paused the movie.

“Pizza pick-up…” He groaned and forced his eyes open.

“No pizza.” You reached him to remove his cloth which had warmed before you freshened it. “How about some soup?”

“…Six pizzas stacked…” His lips were moving but you only caught tiny snippets. “…current lateness…”

“Hey…” You touched his cheek to get his attention from where it was swimming.

He gave a nod and continued to rattle something off.

Secure in his acknowledgement, you slipped away to warm him up a bowl of sustenance. Returning with it found him in a similar state, but a little more lucid. He sat up on his own with a groan and what must have been a pain in his musculature. His grip on his spoon was steady enough and you let him feed himself as you tried to make sense of what he was saying. It seemed to be some kind of story, but he appeared to be telling it even when he was chewing. He’d come back to it with whatever the next bit was and you watched with a furrowed brow as you couldn’t place it.

His eye darted to the nightstand and he steadied his bowl to get a hold of a near empty drink. He finished it and you took it with you to get him some water. When you returned he was telling the tale with more oomph and you realized he was referring to you specifically. Staring intently as he hydrated, the food gave him more clarity where he now directed his attention to your audience. You listened enamored as he spun a yarn where the two of you were star-crossed lovers in another universe. The timing never seemed to match up and after some meteor shower date, you felt your heart wrench as the relationship broke down.

Donnie’s fatigue grew and you crawled into bed beside him so he could lay back down. He seemed to appreciate it and you balked as he wove the other turtles in as if they were his family. For however much he was present, he was seemingly oblivious to your astonishment as this other reality you and him eventually came back together. His sentences slowed as the story had you by the throat and you felt utter dismay at the chance he’d doze off before you got some resolution. An expiatory extravaganza was happening and you resisted the urge to prod him.

Whatever possessed him to sing seemed to have a similar hold of his consciousness which carried to a climax hit where he described music playing in central park and finally the two of you kissed. Utterly moved, you leaned forward and pecked his forehead. He caught your hands and held on as he continued with an aftermath where this other you was understandably upset. Thinking him done, his attention lulled as he tacked on a sort of epilogue about a failed date that led to a do over.

Tears pricked your eyes but you refused to give into them. “What was all that?”

He made a little noise of confusion, his lids drooping like sandbags.

Wiping your eyes with your free hand, you sat up. “Never mind. Get some rest.”

“What’d… I… buy…?”

“Buy?” You slipped off the bed and came around to tuck him in.

He tracked you. “It’s starting… to taper off... I usually come to… having made some… absurd purchase…”

“As far as I know you didn’t buy anything.” You removed the cloth off his head and he seemed surprised it was there.

“I should…”

“Not a good idea to make a decision right now.” Dunking the cloth, you twisted out the excess water before placing it back on his head.

“Wait… you’re… here?” His blinks were getting slower and slower.

“I am.” You gave a little nod. “Let’s talk later, why don’t you sleep now?”

“Not…” He tried to shake his head and get up, but you put gentle pressure to his shoulder to keep him down. “… yet… The whole time? No… one is supposed…”

“It was… a lot, not gonna lie. You were a real bastard at times.”

“Gift.” He grunted and finally gave into his eyes closing.

“No, no gift. You sleep.”

“Not good enough.” He shook his head and you had to replace the cloth.

“Donnie-”

“Anything. Please.” He forced his eyes open and pleaded with a barely there gaze. “Name it. Please.”

Two pleases had you sitting up a little straighter.

He stared without blinking and you figured if he did, then he’d probably pass out.

Giving him a defeated smile, you adjusted his covers and figured he wouldn’t remember whatever you said anyway. “Get me a locket. Something simple. No gimmicks. No trackers.”

“Done.” His eyes closed and his head lolled as he went right to sleep.

-

You were startled out of your sleep when your feet lifted up. Scrambling onto your elbows, your legs landed in Donnie’s lap where seeped displeasure.

“Good… morning?” You wondered, your neck sore from sleeping on the couch.

“What happened?”

He was way too stern for whatever time it was.

You rubbed an eye. “I slept…?”

“We’ll get to that. When I was sick.”

Shoving yourself upright, you pulled your limbs from him and were assaulted with the many oddities of the day prior. “Oh geez… Uh where should I start?”

“How did you get here?”

“That far, huh?” You blew out a breath with rounded lips. “Um… we had made plans for a movie night?”

“Go on.”

“Okay… I brought movies and snacks, but you said you’d forgotten…”

With him hunched forward, you traced his black tank, joggers, wraps, and finally his purple bandana. You could only faintly feel it, but there was a tinge of humidity that said he had taken a shower.

“We talked through the door, but you were getting worse by the second so I went to get you-”

“What did I say?”

You gave him an incredulous look. “That some sickness messes with your mind and comes and goes quickly…?”

“Is that what I said exactly?” He stared, his expression hard.

“I don’t remember, Don. A lot happened.”

He made a face of irritation before turning towards the TV. It took him a moment, but he located the remote from where you’d knocked it between the cushions and flipped the input to something hidden on the menu under a blank selection you wouldn’t have thought to navigate to.

“What are you doing?”

A display that mimicked his computer appeared. “You’ll be upset. Understandably so, but I need context.”

“Context for what?”

“What time did you get here for the movie night?”

Lingering on the screen, you were slow to look at him. “Like… 2pm?”

He only gave a nod and the screen turned again. Chasing back to it you find two sets of footage side by side. One showed Donnie running into the door and the other you juggling a stack of movies and snacks.

“Donatello…”

“There’s no audio.” He grumbled, leaning even farther forward.

“You have security cameras?” The question sounded thin to your ears as a plummeting sent your stomach south. 

“You’re leaving here.” He pointed to the screen and looked at you. “Where?”

“I went to get you soup and meds.”

He nodded and went right back to watching the feed. The twisting of your innards was justified as you watched the camera chase him through the apartment. In a sweaty stumble, screen Donnie tore his sweats off until he got to the bathroom where finally the camera didn’t follow. It only showed a glimpse of the door where, with the lights off, you saw bits of struggle where he removed his wraps.

That was just yesterday. 

You knew well enough he never did anything in half measures. 

“Donatello.” 

His eyes were trained on the screen. 

“How much do you have recorded?”

“All of it.” His snout wrinkled “You walked right in, but I didn’t see the door open…” The tape rewound as you stood up.

You saw it playing again in flickers of light as you stepped forward and kicked the coffee table out of the way. Donnie ignored you as you then used the space to stand in front of him and block his view. “I’m going to punch you.”

“I can’t see-” You clocked him right in the jaw and immediately shriveled in pain. “What is wrong with you!?”

“Don’t you dare fucking turn this on me!!! Understandably so, my ass!!!”

“It’s security and record keeping!” He cupped his chin. “I acknowledge the invasion of privacy, but that doesn’t give you the right to strike me.”

You glowered down at him for a long second. “Fuck. You.” In a swift turn, you headed towards the door.

“Y/N.” He was in motion after you.

You stopped just shy of the exit. “No! Why is it that you always get to do some insane shit and then chase after me to make it all better?!”

You heard the sound of his shoulders falling.

“What else is there, Donnie?” You turned and gestured to the apartment. “You keep acting like you’ve finally revealed the last secret, but there’s always something more messed up right after that! Sure, I guess I shouldn’t have hit you, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to-” Tears burned your eyes and you were so sick of them.

You heard him take a step.

“Watch your stupid tape. See what I went through trying to help. Make a new fucking list of all your apologies. Same shit, different day.” You grabbed the knob and heard the faintest sound from him. “What!?” You rounded with a snarl.

“You’re right.”

It didn’t quell your rage. 

You stared at him blankly. 

“There is more. There will always be more and you will go through this again and again.”

Your fingers curled.

“But you at least deserve to know I haven’t had access to this footage since the first night you were over.”

You shifted your weight as you turned a little.

“The morning after… before I left and before you woke, I spoke to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and switched full permissions over to him. We agreed the records were necessary in case anything were to happen to you. As a third, disinterested party, only he could act justly.”

You broke eye contact and checked the door. You hadn’t unlocked it yet. “Where is he?”

“He’ll arrive shortly.”

“Why was he gone?”

“He always leaves when I get sick. Another agreement.”

“Why?”

“I cannot be trusted during.”

You looked at him.

“The first year he was present I… came to with a need to rebuild him.”

You rubbed your face and hated the oily sleep layer there.

“I refused to let that happen again.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“Neither of us is entirely sure how that is, which is why I was given permission to watch the tapes.”

“I don’t…” You slicked a hand through your hair and gave up.

“I won’t apologize. There’s nothing I can do or say that will ever make up for what I’ve done and will do. I’m torn as while, on one hand, I appreciate that you can finally see my misconduct, on the other, we’ve become far too entangled. When you asked me ‘what’ a moment ago, I would have begged you to stay. I will still do so because that is what I desire. No matter how wrong…” He stood for a long moment before gesturing to himself. “All I can do is keep striving to pile on more and more positive acts in an attempt to outweigh the inevitable negative.”

You tapped your foot before giving a sigh. “I went through your computer.”

“What.”

“Pot, kettle.” You pointed between the two of you. “I got your medical history open, but I didn’t go through it.”

“You-!” There was a look of horror on his face and he whipped around to stare at his monitors.

“I’m so… so… tired of being blindsided…” You shrank some and Donnie came over to you.

You leaned into him as soon as he was within reach. 

There, he hesitated to hold you.

“I don’t like the way you talk about yourself. That mentality, the trying to make-up for your existence. That isn’t sustainable… I want… No…” You shook your head and leaned back to look up at him. “It’s not what I want, it should be what you want. If I tell you then I know you’ll do it because I asked. Not because you actually want to.”

He stared down, his pupils darting as he searched. “What if I don’t know another way?”

You shook your head not knowing what to say.

“If preemptive action isn’t a viable option…” He dropped his study of you to check his mental files. “The opposite of which is remedial which…” He looked back at the TV which was paused. “You’re tired of-” He made a groan and paired it with a face that said his realization should have been obvious. “I need to be forthcoming.”

You ducked your head into his chest to keep him from seeing your reaction.

“More so and, I imagine, specifically when I already know your reaction will not be favorable.”  

“I’ll still be upset.”

“As you should.”

You gave into a faint bob.

“I can’t promise high precision. This is completely against how I’ve lived my life until now.”

“I don’t expect you to be perfect. No one is.”

He knelt down until lips pressed into your hair. 

You could feel he didn’t make it into a kiss.

“Let’s watch the tape.” You mumbled.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. can review it.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I kinda want to see how grossed out you are by some parts, dearest.”

“What.”

You shrugged and started to pull away before his arm caged you close. You leaned into him and sighed.

“Thank you.”

“You’ll see… I mostly just dealt with whatever you did…”

“Not for that, though I do have additional gratitude for such.” He shook his head, messing up your hair. “There’s evidence all around the apartment. You cleaned up after some sort of mess, the shredded PPE, you appear to have purchased an absurd number of electrolyte boosted drinks, the rag on my head, et cetera and so forth.”  

“Speaking of the drinks, can you access my gauntlet remotely?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had told you otherwise and you believed him as the droid had never once lied to you. Though it went against everything you had just attacked him for, you still felt the need to keep your knowledge there to a minimum in his eyes. 

You felt Donnie shift his head until his chin rested on top of yours. “If S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. leaves the network, there’s a secondary dummy program that takes up the homing beacon property. I assume something happened otherwise you wouldn’t ask.” He made a little annoyed noise about the unknowns. “From the footage, there was a moment when I accessed my computer, but I shouldn’t be able to reach it.” 

“It went off when I tried to pay.” 

Donnie gave a single snort. “Ah.”  

“What? Please don’t tell me it’s another-”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. can write his own code.”

You stilled with a pout. “So?” 

“The gauntlets have contactless pay chips connected to shell accounts in case of emergency.” 

You leaned into him trying to connect the conversational pieces. 

“It’s a guess that we’ll find out soon, but we can venture that he edited the dummy program to respond to such situations.” 

You shook your head in a way that rubbed your nose against his tank. “You both are hopeless. You moreso.” 

He made a small scandalized noise. 

“There’s something I’d say here, but you feel weird about me saying it.”

He gave a half laugh. “Also…”

He shifted further down until his lips were at your ear. “Figuring out my system? Accessing my files?” He nipped at you before placing a searing kiss to your cheek. “Incredible.” 

You pushed him away despite very much not wanting to.

He stepped back and led you over to the couch with a tender pull. You saddled up beside him and he slung an arm around you before leaning back. You did a little squirm to settle before the tape started back up.

“Is the fever the first stage?”

“Yes.” He gave a nod as he squeezed your arm. “It’s the only part I ever capture.”

You looked at him. “But you said you record all of it…”

“I escape.”

“What.”

He glanced up and you could feel how much he detested the whole affair. “This is the first time I didn’t break out.”

“There were… like blast shields on the windows!”

He looked at you flatly in a way that said it wasn’t enough to contain the beast.

Though you had seen it first hand, you stared back owlishly.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. retreats all the way to the Hidden City. Any less and I hone in on him for whatever reason.”

“Ninja prey drive…” You balked.

He stared as if waiting for the joke before his gaze narrowed in confusion. “Just watch…” You waved to the TV.

NEXT

Show all the love to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83!

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Lexy's Christmas Sleepover!! (Attempt #3)

Hello, everyone!!!! It's that time of year again!!! Now, I know that in the past two years, I haven't been very reliable at getting out my Christmas requests, and I greatly apologize for this. But in previous years, I've also tried to make myself write a bunch of full length one-shots which for me usually means 3k+ words, SO, this year, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I can't guarantee a full length one-shot on every single request, BUT I will at least write a drabble for any requests sent to me this year!! I can guarantee this for sure!!!

NOW, Since I'm a multi-shipper, I will write for mannyyyyy different ships in each of my fandoms and it would take awhile to list every single one of them, SO, instead, I'm going to list each of my current fandoms that I'm comfortable writing for and then you can send me either a ship or a character you'd like a reader insert fic for. Poly ships, platonic ships, and platonic/family groups are perfectly okay as well!!! If you happen to send me a ship or character that I'm not comfortable writing for, for any reason, then I'll let you know, but I doubt that will happen, tbh. So, without further ado, here are the fandoms and prompts!!

[Some of the dialogue prompts I'm using came from this list]

When requesting, please tell me: Fandom + Group/Ship/Character + Reader Gender (If Needed) + At least 1 Prompt (I will accept multiple!). You may request as many as you'd like!!

Duration:

11/28/23 - 12/31/23

KNY/Demon Slayer

Fandoms:

Seven Deadly Sins

Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Miraculous Ladybug

Riverdale

Bungo Stray Dogs

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Legend of Zelda (Mainly BOTW + TOTK)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Scenarios:

MHA/BNHA

1.) Decorating The Tree

2.) Dancing In The Snow

3.) Present Shopping

4.) Gift Giving

5.) Wrapping Gifts

6.) Making A Gingerbread House

7.) Gingerbread House Competition

8.) Snowball Fight

9.) Sledding

10.) Mistletoe

11.) Christmas Baking

12.) Christmas Market

13.) Making Snowmen

14.) Christmas Party

15.) Watching Christmas Movies

16.) Dancing To Christmas Music

17.) Going Ice Skating

18.) Christmas Dinner

19.) Making Christmas Dinner

20.) Fake Dating For Christmas Ball

21.) Secret Santa

22.) Both Reaching For The Last Cookie

23.) Making Christmas Decorations

24.) Christmas Carolling

25.) Decorating The House/Apartment

26.) School Winter Dance

27.) Christmas Office Party

28.) Stranded On Christmas Eve

29.) Christmas Drinks

30.) Christmas Photo Shoot

31.) Christmas Tree Farm

32.) Cookies For Santa

33.) Christmas Dress Up

34.) Fireplace Snuggles

35.) Accidental Christmas/Eve Confession

36.) Winter Walk

Dialogue:

A.) “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

B.) "That should be our Christmas card this year.”

C.) “Why’d you turn the music off?”

D.) “I know we said no presents this year but…”

E.) “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

F.) “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

G.) “What do you think? Like the tree?”

H.) “Open your stocking!”

I.) “It’s snowing!”

J.) “What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

K.) “Do people even use nutcrackers?”

L.) “Do you still believe in Santa?”

M.) “You’d make a cute elf.”

N.) “Look! Reindeers!”

O.) “Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

P.) “Do you have any carrots?”

Q.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

R.) “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

S.) “Come here by the fire.”

T.) “Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

U.) “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

V.) “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

W.) “I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

X.) “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

Y.) “What are you wearing?”

Z.) “Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

AA.) “You look so beautiful in the snow.”

BB.) “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

CC.) “Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

DD.) “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

EE.) “Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

FF.) “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

GG.) “You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

HH.) “But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

II.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

JJ.) “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

KK.) “Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

LL.) “Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

MM.) "I've never understood the tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone do that?"

NN.) "I've hid all of your presents where you'll never find them." - "They're under your/our bed, aren't they?"

OO.) "Someone ate Santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me."

PP.) "It's Christmas Time!" - "Oh god."

QQ.) "In the name of Christmas Spirit, I demand you come with me."

RR.) "You know what that means?" - "Christmas?" - "Christmas."

[vintage-brass-tc]

July TC Challenge Days 21-31

Band camp had started so my posts came to a standstill! I’ll finish up this challenge and try to make more brief but occasional posts since so much has happened since my previous one. ❤️

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21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

I really don’t know…I guess it would be nice to go to an expensive hotel really high up in the sky, in a luxury room, like one of those pictures you’d see on Pinterest, and just spend time together up there. Maybe eat an expensive dinner, watch some movies, cuddle up in bed together, read a book. Just be. That would be amazing.

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you?

U used to call me “kiddo” all the time but he hasn’t called me that in so long. I don’t have a nickname from them, but M called me “sweetie” while reassuring me once when I was upset, and U called me a “doofus” and lightly tapped my head with his fist when I had made a silly mistake. I love it when they say my name but having a nickname would be cute too. ❤️

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

I have. To summarize, two years ago I was really upset after a marching band rehearsal because there was a dot in our drill that I could never get perfect. I would try my best to backwards march as far as I could on tempo, but I would never reach the spot in the form…and the people around me were constantly giving me the same feedback. I was frustrated that my efforts were in vain, and stayed after rehearsal to rep it some more. I even tried to march differently, but during a rep, I had fallen with my sousaphone on, and I guess that was the last straw for me, so I started crying.

My section leader was worried, but they let me walk back to the band hall alone to have some time to myself. Once I walked inside, I tried to get everything together as quick as I could and once I did I quickly made my way to the door. As if it was fate, U was just making his way TO the band hall as I was making my way OUT of it. He was in a good mood, so when he was passing me, he said “Bye [R]!” and I responded “See ya.”, but my voice broke. This made him stop immediately and turn to me with a look of genuine worry on his face. 

He asked me if I was okay, and I shook my head. He then told me to come with him and he walked me into his office to console me. Once M saw me enter and noticed how distraught I was, he dropped everything he was doing previously to listen to me vent. Both he and U listened to me so patiently and they had nothing but good and reassuring things to say to me. U had to help another student out about ten to fifteen minutes into talking, but he did everything so well, and M took over just fine. I’m really grateful for both of them, and this moment will always mean the world to me.

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

I WIIIISHHHH. Aside from on the band bus for games or comps, I have not driven with them. I would like to, though. It would be nice.

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

They basically just talk to each other, I think, and other fine arts teachers. I know them and think they’re pretty alright too!

26. why does your tc’s voice sound like?

Uhm… I literally could not explain that to you. If I find people that sound like them in a video or something I’ll link back, but right now I’m just not sure how to explain it.

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

M can get very carried away sometimes as he is a perfectionist, but he is good at making points and good at addressing music in different forms. He is very intelligent when it comes to music and how things should sound, and though he can be nice about it at times, he kind of tends to focus on the things we need to fix more. He makes the same jokes and tells some of the same stories as he did in middle school…. but he has his moments.

In concert season, U is a little bit more chill with his teaching, at least in the sense that he takes some time off sometimes to joke around with his students or tell a story. He teaches in a way that’s easier to digest and has a more tolerable demeanor, though he can get onto the finer details sometimes, but I believe since he gives his kids the occasional mental break, that information gets taken in easier. 

In marching season, though…. U pushes and pushes and tries to get as many reps as he can. He holds us accountable and will compliment us when we do good, but he will always challenge us to push us to our full potential. He loves to make fun of people during marching season as well, and joke around with us, but makes sure we can get back into an serious mindset immediately and do what we’re more than capable of doing. We cannot waste time.

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

I’m pretty sure M prefers movies, but he could prefer shows. I believe U is more of a show enjoyer though, maybe.

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

It depends on the day, but they can be pretty stern.

30. how would you describe you and your tc’s relationship?

We find each other trustworthy. I’m very fortunate to say that I believe they trust me, and they see me as a good kid and a good example for the band. They’ve told my parents they love me lots so that’s probably good as well. They’re comfortable with talking to me and joking around with me too, which is so much fun. 

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

Last name!!! I could never call them by their first name, at least not to their face. Haha.

[queenofgraveyards]

Hi ok I know we’ve been out of this era for a hot minute but TTPD reminded me how much poppy would’ve loved legit every single song on there (Peter??? The prophecy??? Mbobhft???) and I’m wondering what the odds are we could get a flower extra of like…their wedding or maybe pregnancy announcement idfk some crumbs anyway ily 👭🏻

i was just thinking about Poppy earlier this morning when i was dying on the treadmill haha but you’re sooooo right she would be OBSESSED with the prophecy bc u KNOW she used to scream at the sky bc of stupid flower h 😔 and ugh peter would be sooooooo real (you said you’d grow up and come and find me…but you were 25 etc etc) ugh I miss her, so yes… i think i will try my best to do a flower blurb soon! maybe not pregnancy or wedding YET only bc I want to do some things prior to that like…her meeting his family lmaoooooooo but I’ve been so bad with ataraxia so I’ll try to update that one AND do a flower blurb haha

[allgonejeon]

All the messages I never sent you from my notes (pt1)

To Age. From when we first broke up (Feb 21, 2023), I wrote to you on my notes so I had an outlet. I sent a few to you, but here’s the whole list…

2/23 2:03am

I’ve been trying to forget you but Australian tiktoks keep showing up on my fyp and I never used to get them before. I keep pressing “not interested” but they keep popping. I blame u 😤

2/23 12:36pm

The more I think about it, the more I realize you never respected me or my feelings. Not to the fullest at least. You’d bring up your ex without regard of my feelings and tell me that it was different with her because you were able to touch her. You treated the situation like 🤷🏻‍♂️ and didn’t apologize through phone, only text.

2/23 2:11pm

Wonderwall played from one of my playlists. I was going to skip it, but i put it on repeat. I know you don’t miss me at all, but damn do I miss you. And I really hate it.

2/23 11:43pm

Some dude I met at A’s last week just slid in my DMs just now and I just liked his message lol. Like, no. Also, one of the guys that girl brought to the party DMd me too. He invited me to dinner with some friends and I said yes. He’s super sweet and hes pretty cool, but the the thing is that I don’t feel anything when I would usually feel excited. It’s like no matter what dude comes to me, I don’t have the heart to try with anyone. And there have been a few. I’m assuming that’s how you’re feeling right now, but not about me. I know it’s only been a day, but man do I miss you. While you’re missing someone else, I’m here missing you like crazy and I hate it. I genuinely don’t think you miss me though. Not one bit. But I do. I miss you texting me about your day, I miss you calling me cute or cactus or chihuahua or princess or you calling me by my full name. I miss you sending me random tiktoks and random pictures of what you’re doing. I miss you being there when I’m having panic attacks. I miss your voice, I miss you ranting about the most random things. I miss when you tell me about chubs or how unbearable work was. I miss being there for you. And I miss having someone to talk to at night before I go to sleep. It became a habit I loved.

I saw this one tiktok where it said “while he’s chasing someone else and you’re chasing after him, who’s chasing after you?”. I think the objective was to instill some feeling of being pathetic, and it kinda hit.

I feel pathetic for still wanting things to work out and hoping we both change and be good for each other in the future. But I’m terrified that you don’t want that, and I’m currently preparing myself for that. Because I’m sure that is surely the case.

2/24 2:50am

I can’t sleep and I miss you so much. But I really don’t think you miss me. And that kinda makes me sad.

2/24 10:34am

We’re driving past a street named “cactus”. It reminded me of you.

2/24 1:45pm

I’m seeing couples everywhere. They’re drinking mimosas next to each other or drinking coffee and laughing. And all I can think about how it must’ve been you with her. I’m sitting at a table next to a couple, his arm over her shoulder. I keep torturing myself and thinking if you’ve ever done that with her. And how you miss it.

2/25 2:47pm

It finally caught up to me. It’s so painful having to hold it all on when you’re in the back seat of the car and having to swallow hard so no one finds out you’re falling apart right behind them. My tears are running, I’m holding my breath, my nose is stuffy and I want to sob but I can’t right now.

2/25 5:18pm

I just realized I’ve had my phone on dnd since last we spoke.

2/25 5:38pm

You were never here but I’ve made so many memories of you here. All the places I’ve been to that I’ve talked to you in. It’s insane how that kinda works. Trader Joe’s. I was there picking flowers and stopped in front of the roses to text you for five minutes straight one time.

2/26 3:28am

You just posted a note that said “ever wonder if your crush actually likes you?” and that stung me so hard because I know it’s not me you’re talking about. Call me sensitive but I just literally cannot believe how you move on so fast. You said there was no one else.

2/28 5:13pm

A week has passed today. I only realized because I’m back at Barnes and noble to do the study with Eve. It’s not the same location though. I teared up at the thought of going back there– to the same Barnes. I knew I’d have to walk through the same side of the marketplace, the same doors, the same environment, the same empty music area in the back of the store I hid to talk to you. The same one where I anticipated this would end. And i don’t think I can do that. Ive been thinking a lot about the situation. At first I wanted to think that you didn’t want me to leave, but now I’m starting to believe that you probably didn’t care I did. I’m afraid you don’t miss me. I wonder if your personal trainer mentions me still or if you even told him you “broke up” with me so that he wouldn’t mention me at all. I wonder if you think of me when you see Chubbs. I wonder if you think of me when you hear “America”. I wonder if you miss calling me still or texting me or just having me around. I wonder if you regret ever giving up on me. I think that, although it pains me, it’s best to believe that you won’t come back and that you’re moving on as we speak. And to tell you the truth, I feel pathetic that I still miss you and that my heart still clings to you. And I absolutely tear myself to shreds that I let the most sheltered part of me grow attached to you in such little time and in such a way that I can’t seem to move on for the time being; my heart.

3/2 2:48pm

I’m dog sitting again at the same house we FaceTimed for the first time. I was dreading coming, honestly. I’m in the family room where I was calling you and laughing with you. I was in the kitchen where the sink is; the same place I set my phone down while I was doing dishes and you working on school. You complimented my purple rain shirt and we talked about how awful trump was lol. I went into the wing of the house where you spoke to Sarah for the first time and helped her with her test. Damn I miss you still. But I’m okay. Hope you’re okay too with what you’re dealing with right now.

I went to First Friday with my friends tonight. It sucks that I still wish you were here in person. I spoke to P about you yesterday (3/2) and she was sad. Today I told her that I’m trying to convince myself that you don’t care and she used the sternest voice, saying “you can’t really think that, right? There is no way that boy does not care about you. Why else would he have stayed so long and blah blah blah…” and idk. Although I’m trying to convince myself of the worse, it kinda makes me feel good she said that. Man I miss you so much.

Also, I posted some stuff on my close friends and public story. I know it’s stupid and weird but I kinda wonder what you thought of them. If you felt anything at all or if you just didn’t care at all.

3/4 6:32pm

I took my time to unfollow all the boys I don’t know. Those random boys who followed or whom I’ve followed. I’ve been meaning to do it for a while but I finally got around to doing it. There’s a number of reasons, I guess. None of them mean anything to me. I only kept the guys I know personally. I unfollowed everyone else. I still have yet to unfollow some girls but I know I’ll get around to it. I think the only boy I kept that I don’t have any other mutuals with (except for Sarah) is you. I think my hopes of being with you again are slim to none, but I think my heart still clings to you. And I can’t seem to unhinge it.

Also, I read back our messages for the first time and man. The feelings all came back. It felt as if you never left. And it hurts me a bit.

4/9 1:49am

I was at a party tonight, I didn’t know most of them, just a few. But as I was wondering my eyes around, I noticed a familiar guy staring at me. He even made his way to me while I was asking for a cocktail. I admit, he’s cute. He’s tall and he seems super sweet. He asked for my number before I left and I was kinda excited about it. I left early to go to dinner with friends then had a midnight trip to an ice cream place in downtown. The girls hyped me up and I pulled one of my friends to the side and told her I felt kinda guilty. But what she said was right. You’re stuck on another girl and you’re probably talking to other girls too. There was no point on waiting for you when you made it clear you were still stuck on someone else and won’t come back. But to be completely honest, I feel like I was forcing myself to be happy and excited. He texted me that same night as I was paying for my ice cream and we made plans to get together the next week. And I think the only reason I felt the way that I did was because I was making plans with someone that wasn’t you. Sure, I had a dude texting me, but it wasn’t the person I wanted it to be. But at this point I have to accept the way things are right now. I miss you still, but man do I still feel so pathetic for wanting you after I know you don’t want me. After everything you told me. After explicitly telling me how much you loved your coworker and how you missed kissing her and holding her. It stings. But maybe this is what I need to just forget it. I doubt you care though.

[frogtanii]

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kenma x fem!reader (poker face ending)

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warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, liberal use of italics, soft soft, kenma in denial, allusions to marriage, bokuto and kuroo meddling, drinking, declarations of love, SMUT!!! (is marked off!), sub!kenma, handjob + blowjob, slightly insecure!kenma, meiko mentions, enthusiastic consent, one (1) katamari reference, vocal!kenma, uhh

an. good golly gee i HATE ending the endings m so bad at it AND the smut is lil weirder to skip??? like it’s not impossible or anything but it’s not as smooth as atsumu’s, m rlly sorry :((((( but i rlly hope y’all enjoy hehe don’t forget to feed me shawties :3

the loud obnoxious pop music blasting in the crowded bar around kenma made him want to fling himself into the moon at the nearest opportunity.

okay, so that was a little dramatic but the fact still stood.

he was crammed into a tiny booth with kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi, the former brushing up against him with every little movement, making kenma bristle in discomfort.

why the hell did i agree to this, kenma thought while sipping on his cranberry juice. he’d never enjoyed drinking, his true thoughts and feelings coming out way too easily once intoxicated. it was so infuriating being a lightweight, especially when everyone around him was disgustingly drunk.

“are you having fun kenma?” bokuto half yelled, half slurred into his ear from across the table. kenma slouched further into the booth’s stained cushions in response, his lack of answer not bothering bokuto in the slightest.

with the boisterous man’s attention successfully diverted by akaashi, kenma allowed his eyes to wander out over the dance floor but he wasn’t really paying them any mind. instead, his mind was occupied with none other than you.

it shouldn’t have been that surprising considering all the time he’d been spending with you recently. it had been a few months since the hyper house had disbanded and while you were enjoying your time living with your best friends, they had way too much sex. like an abnormal amount.

it had gotten to the point where you were having to abscond from the apartment four times a week because they were just so loud.

at first you had found refuge in the 24 hour cafe a few blocks from your place but falling asleep at a hard wood table only to have to walk home at 2am alone was terrible for your peace of mind (and your back).

you’d started complaining about it at your weekly animal crossing hang outs with kenma and he’d offered the brilliant solution of you coming over to his place when makki and mattsun were otherwise... occupied.

you were shocked at his suggestion and aptly so. it was no news that kenma absolutely hated hosting and having people over, especially since he was one of the few former members that were able to afford their own place straight out the gate.

when you’d expressed this, all he had said was, you’re different.

that wasn’t enough for you, evidenced by your once again nightly stays at the cafe but when you had to run home because someone was following you, you begrudgingly agreed to kenma’s offer and started sleeping at his house multiple times a week.

it was a bit to get used to at first, seeing you first thing in the morning with messy hair and sleep-swollen eyes. you were beautiful jarring. but, as time passed, he got used to your presence, making your drink of choice and sliding him his tea in the morning, sending him a soft smile that had him running to the bathroom to hide his blush.

it was all... strangely domestic.

even now, the thought of you in your threadbare sleep shirt, standing in his kitchen while cooking breakfast sent a wave of heat across his face, spreading up to the tips of his ears.

“what are you thinking about that’s got you so red?” kuroo teased, pulling the glass out of kenma’s hands, laughing at his annoying glare. he hoped he could ignore the question as he so often did, but apparently he wasn’t so lucky.

bokuto cackled in his seat before calling out your name, sending a chill of fear down kenma’s spine. “bet he’s thinkin about her! about how he wants to smooch her and maybe more,” he waggled his eyebrows, “i’m just saying!”

the rest of the table let out good natured laughs but kenma was preoccupied with replaying what bokuto had said.

i mean, sure he thought you were pretty, but anyone with eyes would agree! and yeah, maybe spending time with you was the highlight of his week, but it wasn’t his fault you were so genuinely enjoyable to be around. and of course, sometimes when it was late at night, his mind would wander to you and how it would feel to wake up beside you instead of across the hall from you and—

fuck. he liked you. a lot.

then, as if you somehow knew exactly what was on his mind (a terrifying thought to entertain), his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. he pulled it out quickly to check it and he hated how his heart picked up in his chest at the sight of your contact name.

[sussy baka <3]: wya shawty 🤨 u have no food in ur fridge n m hungry seen 13:20

[player ew]: s boys night seen 13:22

[sussy baka <3]: 😐

[sussy baka <3]: are u having fun seen 13:25

[player ew]: ... seen 13:28

[sussy baka <3]: yeah that’s what i thought

[sussy baka <3]: bring home some ramen <3 seen 13:31

home. god, if he didn’t like the sound of that coming from you. it took kenma no time at all to start packing up his things, ignoring the knowing looks on his friends faces as he tossed down a couple of bills for his drink and left to go home, where you were.

after stopping at the convenient store, he headed to his apartment building, shopping bag full of ramen in one hand and heart in the other.

no matter what he did, he couldn’t get bokuto’s annoying voice out of his head, telling him that he liked you. and now that he knew it was true? he was kind of spiraling.

the ding of the elevator managed to somehow shake him out of his thoughts, at least for him to get to his front door, but once it was open, all coherent brain activity immediately dissolved.

you were sitting on his couch in the living room, bundled up in one of his mario blankets and wearing one of his hoodies as you watched some animal documentary raptly, sheer disgust written all over your face.

kenma gulped.

he managed to work up the courage to actually enter his apartment, kicking off his shoes by the door and beelining towards the kitchen, not missing your excited call of his name and wide grin.

biting down any other unchecked feelings, he quickly set to work boiling the water for the ramen and then... stood there. boiling water would take a while and he knew he couldn’t avoid you forever but he really, really didn’t want to go sit by you with all these emotions sitting right on his chest.

“kenma, they’re gonna eat the seal!” you yelled from the couch, waving him over frantically. how was he supposed to say no to brutal animal murder on tv? kenma chuckled dryly at his own joke as he made his way over to where you sat, plopping himself on the side of the couch furthest away from you.

he told himself he just didn’t want to bug you when he had to go check the water but he knew it was a lie. he was running from his feelings, from anything that could ruin this.

you shot him a concerned look which he caught out of the corner of his eye but he kept his head firmly forward, unwilling to look at you if he didn’t have to. “kenma, what’s wrong? was boys night that bad?” you asked gently, and fuck if that didn’t make him feel worse.

kenma just shook his head, still choosing not to face you. you let out a long, arduous sigh before scooting across the couch and pressing yourself to his side, pulling his head down to rest on your chest while taking one of his hands into your own.

what the fuck. what the fuck?!1!?1!!?1!

you were so soft and warm and your arms around him made him feel things which was exactly what he was trying to avoid but then you actually started to speak and oh shit it got worse.

“kenma,” you started, running your hands through his deep brown locks, “you know you can talk to me about anything right?”

of course he knew that because this was you and you were so kind and considerate and badass and cool and that was all precisely why he couldn’t talk to you about everything, especially when it came to his emperor of the cosmos sized feelings for you.

but, instead of saying any of that, he allowed you to continue, his body relaxing into your hold against his will.

“i bother you because i care about you and i worry, you know. i know you’re strong and you can take care of yourself but i can’t help it...” if kenma was really listening, he would’ve heard the shakiness in your voice, the apprehension in your words but he didn’t. “i can’t help it because i like you, kenma.”

you... what?

kenma pushed himself off of you to look you in the face, to find any sign that you’re pranking him or just being cruel but he couldn’t find any.

still, he couldn’t take you at your word, after all who would like someone like him?

“say it again,” his voice comes just under a whisper, his words stilted and unsure but he needs to know, he needs to believe you. he wants to believe you.

“i like you.” you don’t use any big, flowery words, nor do you try and justify why you like him and still, somehow it’s enough. kenma’s eyes filled with tears as they’re trained on you but your eyes were occupied elsewhere.

staring at his lips.

“can i kiss you?” you asked softly, not pressuring or forceful but like that was truly just on your mind and you had to ask it. kenma wasn’t sure how he was supposed to resist when you asked him like that. “please,” was his response, already breathy and absolutely wrecked.

you obliged.

•••smut begin•••

surging forward, you pressed your mouth to his, soft lips meeting chapped ones as you moved them insistently against his own. kenma let out an embarrassing whine at the contact, his hands balling into fists by his sides.

yours, on the other hand, wandered, tracing over the hills and valleys of his chest and back before landing right under the hem of his hoodie. you pulled back, laughing quietly at the way he so eagerly chased your lips while halting him with a hand to his sternum.

“can i take this off?” kenma nodded enthusiastically before he could stop himself and you let out another soft huff as you busied yourself with getting him naked.

he tried to help you where he could, but he was ultimately resigned to bask in your movements, in your control as you manhandled him out of every article of clothing he was wearing until he was as naked as the day he was born.

immediately, the insecurities took hold of him, his mouth opening to stutter out an apology for how he looked. meiko’s voice played in his ears, reminding him he wasn’t what the girls went for being too skinny, too sensitive, too loud.

kenma moved to pick his clothes back up to cover himself before retreating to his room where he could die of shame but your firm hand kept him where he sat.

“you’re beautiful,” you said, like you were saying the sky was blue or the grass was green — as an irrefutable fact. your brows were furrowed at first but the expression melted away to show a softer one, one full of love, admiration, and... lust.

a high-pitched whimper left his lips at your gaze, his cock throbbing against his thigh. you grinned and moved back in to kiss him, your hand moving to his throat to hold him in place, his adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.

your other, unoccupied, hand traveled down his body to rub over a nipple, his back arching into your touch as his breath hitched against your mouth. you let out a hum of approval, continuing your ministrations of pinching and plucking the hard bud before moving further down to take a hold of his cock.

kenma broke away from you, a choked wail erupting from his chest as he bucked up into your grip. “can i make you feel good? can i show you how beautiful you are?” you asked earnestly, your thumb gently caressing his jaw.

“please, please, please,” he begged. under normal circumstances, he would be embarrassed at how easily he’d been folding for you, but it was so much easier to just submit to your capable and willing hands.

“good boy,” you tacked on mindlessly, your blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips only adding to your debauched look. internally, kenma preened at the fact that he was responsible for you looking like that, so feral like you just wanted to eat him up.

which was apparently exactly what you wanted to do, evidenced by you sliding onto your knees in front of him, pressing kisses and sucking marks into his pale thighs.

kenma’s hips stuttered beneath you as he watched you get closer and closer to his throbbing member, the tip already bright red and leaking precum.

suddenly, your eyes shot up to his, pinning him with an intense stare as you slowly, slowly brought him to your mouth, the wet heat enveloping the head before you closed your lips around him and sucked.

holy fucking shit.

his reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips bucked up into your mouth, and a filthy moan escaped from him as you started to get into a nice rhythm sucking his cock.

kenma could barely keep himself quiet, especially when you began toying with his balls, the feeling adding to the coil tightening in his gut.

you pulled all the way off of him before sucking him down the hilt, his mouth opening in a silent scream as you choked around his length, the pleasure that your throat was bringing while you pulsed around him was otherworldly.

he was going to die, he resigned. he was going to die by the biggest orgasm he’d ever had with his penis in your mouth and he was going to love every second of it.

a sharp tap to his inner thigh brought him back down to earth, this bleary eyes trying to focus on your face and once they did, he was taken aback. your eyes held such fondness, such love that he could hardly take it.

kenma couldn’t hold back his thoughts, especially under the intensity of your gaze, his mouth opening to gasp out, “i love you, shit, i love you.”

you pulled off him with a pop but you didn’t stop stroking him, your hand picking up the pace to the point that his thighs were quivering with the strength of his oncoming orgasm.

“say it again,” you threw his words right back at him and if he’d been in his right mind, he might’ve laughed but since he was drowning in pleasure, he immediately followed your orders, groaning out those three words over and over until he was hoarse.

you seemed to enjoy it, so much so that you took the palm of your hand and toyed with the sensitive tip of his cock, sending him right over the edge.

his vision whited out completely as he came with a loud cry of your name, tears trailing from his lashline from the sheer severity of his orgasm, one hand grasped tightly in yours.

•••smut over•••

as kenma came down from his high, he watched you brush his hair from his face before pressing a kiss to his hairline.

“you know, i love you too,” you stated, pulling him up to rest his spent body against your own. he scoffed while playing with your hand, toying with your bare ring finger in a way that you knew was deliberate.

“i figured, you just sucked my dick.” you protested loudly, smacking him gently on the arm when he snickered at your reaction. after your laughter died down, he rested his head back over your heart, listening to the steady beat thrumming beneath his ear.

your hands tangled back into his hair and he felt himself drifting off into dreamland when a loud meow startled him awake again. kyabia (or caviar) stared up at him with unblinking feline eyes, her tail swishing silently against the floor. “oh god, my cat is seeing me naked,” he gasped in horror, your chest heaving against his ear as you cackled.

kyabia quickly got bored and scampered off to who knows where and by that time, kenma was ready to knock back out. you were still laughing though and since you were his human pillow, that just wouldn’t do.

shoving you down on the couch, he buried his head in your chest and muttered a blunt, “sleep,” ignoring the way your giggle made a smile spread across his cheeks.

obviously, you could tell if your own matching grin was anything to go by but you let it be, instead choosing to wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter to your body, like you were trying to pour all your love into the embrace.

kenma only hoped that you would also “let it be” when you caught him ring shopping on his phone just a few weeks later.

it was only a matter of time. why delay when he loved you and you loved him? he knew he couldn’t wait until he could officially call you his.

after all, kozume yn had a nice ring to it.

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Oh, home, let me come home

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[hansolmates]

distance learning (m)

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summary; after their first hookup, jungkook isn’t so sure whether you’re serious about being exclusive. after all, people say things during sex. jungkook takes it in his own hands to figure out where you stand, and he realizes soon enough that eavesdropping is a bad habit pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, crack, insecure!jk, unresolved sexual tension, stressed!mc, this is really just unnecessary drama bc drama is fun™, sexting, dom kook’s still a meanie in control, posession kink, cock slapping, a blowjob, cockwarming, unprotected, creampie, squirting, (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) and of course the excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 6.1k a/n; haaaaaa three months later im finally posting pt 2! i figured that no matter how many times i edit/reread at this point i think it’s time to finally let this beast go!!! enjoyyy click here for part 1: remote learning drabbles; 01

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It’s been a week since the thing.

The remote-controlled vibrator thing. 

The whole sappy-love-confesion-during-sex thing. 

Jungkook is antsy, tail tucked in, perpetually wondering whether he went too far. You seemed to like it, and Jungkook definitely loved it. It was spicy and dirty and hot, and at the same time Jungkook thought he really made progress in expressing his feelings for you. Not only that, you said you liked him back!

At least, he thought you did. 

“I really said I’d feed her lasagna and cum in the same sentence,” Jungkook bemoans into his pillow, which still lingers faintly of your Redken shampoo. “I’m disgusting. She thinks I’m disgusting.” 

People say things during sex, Jungkook knows that. In the throes of passion and pleasure, people will say anything that comes to their mind, anything that fits the mood. Of course, you’d be tied in and say you like him back. But did you like him back as a friend? As a fuckbuddy? As something more? 

“Fucking text her,” Taehyung is tired of Jungkook’s wallowing, everytime he checks in on the app developer he’s brooding in one of three places. Today’s his bedroom. Taehyung dips under the blankets, and steals Jungkook’s pillow right under his nose.

Jungkook suppresses a whimper, face melding into the blankets. Now that pillow is going to smell like Taehyung.

“Text her what,” Jungkook replies despondently. 

“I don’t know, something along the lines of ‘I wanna follow through with my proposition of feeding you my cum and lasagna—not simultaneously. Wanna go on a date this weekend?’ It’s that simple,” Taehyung gets up in Jungkook’s face, dark eyes forcing him to bore right in. “Want me to do it for you?” 

“Noo, I’m an adult I can—”

“I did it for you.” 

Jungkook nearly knocks into Taehyung’s hard head, sitting up straight when he notices his phone behind his roommate’s back. This is what he gets for sharing passwords. Thankfully, the message is cleaner than Taehyung’s words, and you’ve already replied. 

[1:23] Jungkook: would you like to go out for dinner this weekend? pasta and wine?

[1:25] You: it’s a busy week this week 🥺 raincheck? 

“Was the sex that bad?” Taehyung frowns, reading the message twice. 

“N-no,” Jungkook is sweating. He isn’t sure anymore. 

Taehyung hands Jungkook back his phone, slowly, as if you’ll reply back with a change of your mind. Jungkook is a deflated balloon on his bed, feeling like a bum in his ratty sweater and a dateless weekend. 

“It’s just that,” Taehyung puts a hand on his lip, mulling, “busy people don’t reply that fast. Like even if she wasn’t busy, there’s a fifteen-minute leeway before replying.” 

This silly rule overrides Jungkook’s mind for the rest of the week. 

The gyms have been reopened for months, and Jungkook’s trainer misses him dearly. Jungkook meets with Saeroyi in the morning, eager to get a few jabs in with some fresh equipment. He tries to move on, distract himself with a couple of pumps and a match with Saeroyi. It feels great to sweat it off, but it doesn’t help sway Jungkook’s incessant thoughts. 

The ball is in your court now, Jungkook has nothing to do but wait. Some people are just bad texters, maybe you just happened to have your phone near you when Taehyung sent the message. Maybe you just wanted to cut Jungkook off as quickly as possible so you decided to reply fast and rip the band-aid. 

No, you’re definitely not that cold-hearted. 

Re-entering his apartment complex, his eyes linger towards where your room lies on the first floor. It’s all the way at the end of the hallway, and he’s tempted to just confront you and make sure that what you and him really had is indeed, over. Conversely, you could just really be having a bad week and you genuinely do want a raincheck. 

Jungkook’s eyes trail to his form. Still in his gym clothes, and a little sweaty from the travel time. If he gets caught, he can just tell you he’s doing a cooldown by running across the hallways. Not the first time it’s happened, afterall it led him to you at one point. 

He breaks into a soft jog, making a beeline to your front door. His feet squish against your old welcome mat. You haven’t changed it since Halloween, and he smiles fondly at the black scripted “Boo Y’all” written in script next to a chibi-ghost. 

His heart beats faster as his hand lingers by the door, ready to knock. Deep breaths. Who knows, he could just be overthinking (like usual.) 

“Fuck, Hobi!” 

Jungkook freezes, his knuckles a centimeter away from your door. He backs up as if he’s been burned. His heart has fallen all the way down to his ass, and intends to stay there because now he feels like a damn fool. 

The bed is creaking relentlessly, a rhythmic pattern that has Jungkook’s face crumbling at every spring. Jungkook’s face hovers over the door, his ear brushing against the wood. 

“C’mon, bunny,” the male voice is teasing, “you know you love having me over. It would satisfy both of us if you’d just let it go.” 

Bunny. A cute pet name, for sure. The way it rolls off the stranger’s tongue is natural, as if he’s been saying it for years. But what about being his doll, is that not good enough? 

You’re huffy, taking deep breaths. He doesn’t want to hear anymore. Jungkook has put himself through enough self-wallowing for the week. What if he was just a stepping stone to meeting new people that will satisfy you better? What if you just needed one good orgasm to get your flow back, and Jungkook’s job is done? Sure, there were no strings attached when he proposed to have sex with you, but he thought… 

No more thinking. Jungkook jogs away from the door, even going so far is to jog all the way up to the penthouse. 

He hates this. 

You hate this. 

It’s been five days since Hoseok’s arrival, and you are going bonkers. Why couldn’t he get a hotel or an AirBnB? Because he’s cheap as fuck, that’s why. Your dinky cousin has been clinging to you like a lonely koala, and while you found it cute in the 5th grade, it doesn’t translate well nearly two decades later. 

Every morning is the same. You make a subpar toast and Nutella breakfast, letting Hoseok’s slices go cold as you log in for work. You’ve been clocking in earlier in the hopes to finish the majority of your tasks before Hoseok wakes up, because by then you can barely function. Once he wakes up, he’s relentless, bouncing on the bed and talking your head off while you try to concentrate on whatever your boss is telling you. Whenever he jumps too hard, your cheap mattress causes your laptop to fly, and the only thing you can do is curse him out. Sometimes he plays Disney movies and sings in tandem, choreography and all. 

You know that Hoseok is stressed and this is his outlet, and you don’t have it in you to stop his incessant habits. He’s visiting your area because of a lucrative job offer nearby and the interviews are sporadic, making Hoseok linger in your apartment for hours at a time until he’s summoned for whatever test they want to throw at him. 

Most of the interviews are in the evening, and it’s when you can clock back in and finish your leftover assignments while Hoseok is also working. By the time he returns, you’re dog tired and so is he. 

Every night, you try to move away from Hoseok’s clingy self, as he grapples onto your waist and slings a thigh over your belly. You wish it were someone else sharing the bed with you. 

If you bring Jungkook into the picture however, you’d be burnt for the week. Complete crumbs. It would be too much stimulation for you, having to balance work, Hoseok’s incessant attitude, and putting on a face for Jungkook. Your relationship with the penthouse neighbor is barely budding, hardly watered considering Hoseok’s sudden visit. You cling to the fact that in a couple days you would be giving your undivided attention to Jungkook, most of your priorities out of the way, and most importantly, you’ll have your own room back. 

Maybe you could surprise him by giving him a pasta dinner, just like he proposed. 

Unable to get the thought out of your head, you blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand. It’s late, very late for a workday. The blue screen burns your eyes a bit, but you're determined to at least check up on Jungkook. You can’t take too long, otherwise you won’t be able to sleep and get him out of your head. Dear, unassuming cousin Hoseok is fast asleep next to you, due to the fact it’s nearly midnight. Making sure not to disrupt him, you carefully cup your phone in your hands, putting it on the lowest light setting. 

[11:54] You: hey, hope work hasnt been as draining for u as it’s been for me  ☠️  what’s your opinion on pasta sauces, red or white? 

Jungkook is normally a fast texter, at least from your experience. It’s you that’s the sporadic texter, sometimes taking hours to reply, other times in seconds. It never really mattered until now, however. But it takes five, ten, and finally fifteen minutes before you get a response. 

[12:09] Jungkook: ??? 

You frown, wondering what you said wrong. 

[12:10] You: do you not wanna do pasta anymore? Are you craving something else now?

[12:10] Jungkook: i don’t think it’d work out 

[12:10] You: why? 

[12:11] Jungkook: im sure you know why, bunny. 

Strange. He’s never called you bunny before, and in your opinion you think he’d be the bunny in the relationship—soft and cuddly on the outside, and an absolute horn ball in bed. Is this some sort of weird power play? Is he being passive aggressive on purpose? Whatever this game is, you’re not into it. Grumbling under your breath, you snake out of bed, looking blindly for your slippers in the dark. You’ll be in and out of Jungkook’s apartment in ten minutes. 

Just as your hand brushes the doorknob, your new roommate calls for you. 

“Bunny?” Hoseok calls blearily, and you’re staring straight at his cookie-printed eye mask, “what time is it, where are you going?” 

“Um, out,” you reply shortly, “I forgot I left my laundry in the dryer.” 

“Oh, m’kay. Come back soon, y’know I can’t sleep alone.” 

It’s then you realize. Bunny. Jungkook thinks that Hoseok and you are a thing. He really needs to stop eavesdropping on you. 

You feel your pussy frown. Your cousin is such a cockblock and he doesn’t even know it. Without an answer, you slip through your door and into the first free elevator. As you zing up the floors with the magical 1234 code, you work and rework your hair in and out of its style, wondering if you’ll look more presentable with your hair messy or thrown back. 

As soon as you reach the penthouse, you burst into action. “Jungkook!” you cry, pounding the front door, “it’s a misunderstanding, open up!” 

The door immediately swings open after the first three knocks, and you punch Taehyung in the chest. 

“You look awful,” Kim Taehyung drawls. Taehyung is wearing nothing but a cranberry red silk kimono, and you have to avert your eyes and focus on his face, which is even worse because he’s looking at you like an all-knowing psychic. 

“Gee, thanks,” you try to move past him, but he’s blocking the door. 

“Jungkook’s in a meeting with some foriegn developers,” Taehyung talks with his hands, pretending like he has any idea of the nature of his roommate’s job, “when it’s this late he doesn’t leave his office until morning. Door’s locked.” 

“Well then, can you relay a message?” 

“Depends, is this message going to hurt him further?” 

Oh my goodness, when Taehyung wants to be he is such an enabler. “Tell Jungkook he’s done wallowing. Instead of jumping to conclusions, maybe he should’ve just asked me why we couldn’t go on a date this week.” 

“You could’ve also just told him you have a man on the side.” 

“Ohmygod you two are two iotas of a combined braincell!” you shove your hands in your pocket, hotly scrolling through your phone so you can shove a picture in his face. “This is Jung Hoseok, my cousin who derailed my plans this week by crashing in my too-tiny apartment and forced me to raincheck with Jungkook. He’s a blabbermouth and would tell everyone—my parents, my grandparents, my great-aunts—about Jungkook if he found out I was dating, and I’m not ready for that,” you zoom in on the picture, despite the fact that the screen is practically touching Taehyung’s nose, “and the reason Hoseok calls me bunny is not sexual—you two are fucking gross—I had front tooth problems in elementary school and I had a brace on my two big teeth, it was not pretty.” 

“Ah, bunny.” Taehyung echoes with wide eyes, looking at you as if you’re now the one with sage wisdom, “it all makes sense now.” He gulps, taking in the old photo of a mini-Hoseok and you, yourself frowning to cover your huge braces and Hoseok trying to pull your gums apart with his greasy little fingers. 

Satisfied by Taehyung’s evident squirming, you decide you’re too tired to further this interaction. “Tell the other half of your cell for me, will ya?” You’re already turning away, pressing repeatedly at the elevator button, “I would love to go on a date with him as soon as he gets his head out of his ass.” 

Jungkook is tired, but not tired enough to murder Taehyung and make it look like an accident. 

When he has late meetings, Taehyung is usually quieter around the apartment, and even gets Jungkook a hot meal once he wakes up in the afternoons. Today, Jungkook slept through and through. Normally he’d wake up midway to Taehyung’s television dramas, or the clanging of last night’s dishes but nope, not a peep. 

And today’s hot meal is takeout from Jungkook’s favorite ramen restaurant. That only means one thing—something has gone to shit and Taehyung feels guilty. 

Jungkook sips his tonkotsu impossibly slow, hearing Taehyung’s words—your words from last night—clear as day. Taehyung even describes in detail where the nickname bunny comes from, down to how miserable you looked in the photo with your monstrously metal-bent teeth. Oh, how he wishes he can swaddle you between the blankets, hold you and comfort you while you deal with your family. 

[2:45] Jungkook: doll, im so sorry

[2:45] Jungkook: please, i booked us a weekend at that new spa that just opened downtown. The tickets are flex, so if your cousin doesn’t leave by then week we can always reschedule 

[2:51] Jungkook: baby doll… 

This is far worse than believing you didn’t like him. Now Jungkook is antsy, knowing you deserve all the space in the world because of how silly he was being. You owe him nothing. If he just waited it out until you were ready, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He’s potato-esque throughout the day, thankfully Taehyung gives him space as he watches hours of mindless television. 

You don’t reply until very late into the night. 

[10:10] You: IM ALIVE--barely!! And mr. jeon, you’re not only a triple texter, but an ellipsis texter???? You’re asking for trouble

Jungkook has no shame, immediately texting you back. He can’t help it, he’s smitten. 

[10:12] Jungkook: taehyung explained everything. It’s all his fault. Don’t ask why, it’s his fault. Im so sorry. 

[10:12] You: mm, it’s okay. Just a misunderstanding. I was pretty upset last night, but i’ve been pretty tired this week so my fuse is short. 

[10:14] Jungkook: you should go to sleep now, doll. We’ll have time together after your cousin leaves

[10:14] You: just a couple more minutes. Miss u and your cute face 

[10:16] Jungkook: 

[10:16] Jungkook: will this hold u off until saturday?

Jungkook is a pile of goo. Pink, warm, happy heart-glittered goo. It takes a minute for you to reply, and for that whole minute Jungkook is kicking his legs under the sheets of his bed like an eager five-year old who just gave his crush his Valentine. Maybe it’s taking you so long to reply because you’re trying to send a selfie of your own, running off to the bathroom to take a cute selfie if your cousin is asleep in bed. 

[10:19] You: fuck, i kno that’s supposed to be a cute selfie, but i want you so bad. I want to sit on your face, let your lips glisten with my pussy as i cum all over that pretty face

[10:19] You: i wanna touch myself so badly but fuckin’ hoseok is out here snoring like he’s gon hack a lung. Panties are so wet 🥺🥺 your doll is needy for you, wanna be played with

[10:20] Jungkook: lfjsdl;fkjs;fjsoisfoisljsdfsdklfjsdklf 

He throws his phone across the bed, feeling himself twitch in his red flannel pyjama bottoms. The thought of you so hot and needy when you’re ten floors down has Jungkook absolutely livid. He doesn’t know how he’s going to talk to you, comfort you without missing you like crazy. 

Jungkook thinks back to what he has in his fridge. His contractor sent him a cheese assortment, maybe he can bring it down pretending to be a friendly neighbor. Maybe Hoseok can go to the convenience store to conveniently grab a bottle of wine. He can make both of you cum in five minutes, flat. 

Akin to a dumb, horny teenager, he sighs. He rubs his palm longingly over his member. He’s horny, but he’s also eager to see your face. Talk to you, get reacquainted with your routine and sneak his way into it. He wants to be a part of your life, and he’s hoping you will too. 

[5:02] You: Jungkook, you left me hanging last night

[5:05] Jungkook: baby doll… i wouldnt have been able to handle myself if we continued

[5:06] You: so you decided to dip :( 

[5:06] You: could u play with your doll a lil bit, kook? Hobi left for another interview

[5:08] You: PNG.0901

Jungkook was a fool to believe that you would drop him like that. No, Jungkook can see now that you two are a match made in heaven. You have a bite, never afraid to speak your mind when needed. This translates to a hunger you shamelessly share with Jungkook, both sexual and romantically intimate. He almost wishes he could’ve seen you act like a bitch to Taehyung last night, he can only imagine how sexy you looked telling him off. 

He has the technology to blow up your picture, the one that’s currently having him close his laptop and shove it to the side. He spreads his legs further across his glass desk, trying to find comfort between his tight pants as he absorbs every bit of your skin. 

It’s nothing too risque, but it’s nothing short of sensual. The room is dark, but it’s very clearly a picture of your hand between your thighs. Again, you’re between your wall and bed, squished between your office chair with your legs spread as far as they can go. Your skin is so soft looking, plush as you press two fingers between your damp panties. Adorable. 

[5:12] Jungkook: you know why i never replied last night? Because i was too busy jacking off to your dirty words doll. U really need your mouth washed

[5:12] You: wanna wash it with something else🍆

[5:12] You: please kook, i need something. Hoseok will come home soon and i might rip his head off. Help prevent a murder

Jungkook chuckles, clutching his phone closer to his body. He loves how much you’re opening up to him. Last week feels like so long ago, how you were all flushed and wide-eyed at the proposition of sex. He thinks you two can have a lot of fun getting to know each other, both emotionally and physically. 

[5:15] Jungkook: i was gonna wait until i sent this, but i think my doll needs it. Here’s what i was doing last night

[5:17] Jungkook: MP4.13

He… has a meeting in five minutes. A very important, very serious meeting. Jungkook jacked off enough last night, now it’s your turn. He hopes you like it. It’s not a very long video, barely a twenty-second clip of him fisting his cock. Taehyung was still home at the time, so he had to keep quiet. However, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his head that night, rubbing your thighs together in a cramped mattress as you try to erase the dirty thoughts of him. A murmur of your name, and the image of his precum dripping down his knuckles. You hope it’s enough. 

[5:34] You: u make everything so much easier💜✨

[5:35] You: MP4.234

Two minutes. The video you send is even shorter than his, barely fifteen seconds. You’re in a much more comfortable position, horizontal on the bed. Your shirt is ridden up to the underside of your breasts, one hand clutching your bare breast so hard he can see your cotton plush skin bulging between your fingers. The other hand has your panties shifted to the side, three fingers in your sopping cunt. 

“Mmh—fuck, f-uck Jungkook—” the words are mere breaths, puffs of air as you reach your orgasm. 

His call connects. He nearly drops his phone on the glass.  

“Jungkook!” Andreas from Germany wishes him brightly, “you look great, glowing even!” 

Jungkook blushes, and mutters something about having to go to the bathroom before they start. 

Taehyung makes himself scarce on Saturday. He packs a duffel bag for himself and takes the PlayStation, knowing it’ll be a long weekend at Jimin’s. 

Jungkook is on livewire for the morning. He even express-delivers a pasta roller to his house, and he spends all morning testing out the perfect pasta dough. His black apron is covered in flour, and he can barely comprehend the tutorial that’s teaching him on his flatscreen. 

He’s on autopilot. He hasn’t contacted you since he sent that selfie, and he doesn’t intend to. Jungkook understands why you made yourself scarce in the beginning of the week, preferring to raincheck and pin your relationship for a better time. Jungkook’s brain is overridden with you, swollen with thoughts of you. You would never be able to focus if you kept in contact like you did last night, especially if you can’t get away from Hoseok. 

Absence surely makes the heart grow fonder. 

Slapping his hands against his trousers, he surveys his handiwork. His pasta is appropriately floured and wrung, each handful of fresh dough wrapped in little nests. Off the stove is a bechamel sauce, a base ready to be cooked in whatever kind of pasta dish you want. He thinks the two of you would have fun making your own non-traditional pasta dishes. 

The soft knocks on his front door interrupts his train of thought, and he knows it’s you. 

You stand in front of the door, impossibly small in a large shirt and a plain pair of leggings. At the sight of Jungkook, a smile as warm and sweet as hot chocolate worms its way to your face, and you collapse into his arms. 

He sighs gratefully, sinking into your small body. When he pulls away, he can’t help but frown at your apparent exhaustion. You must’ve come back from something tedious, because sweat dots your brow and your eyes are still puffy and dark. Your chest arches bonelessly into his, hoping to melt in his embrace. 

“Hi,” you say.

“Hey,” he replies. 

“It’s Saturday.” 

“It is Saturday.” 

You rub your nose between the fabric of his button down, “I should’ve been more specific when I wanted to raincheck on you,” you murmur into the white cotton. 

“No, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions,” Jungkook whispers, even though you’re the only two people on the floor, “I’ll make it better, yeah? I’m going to love you so good tonight, won’t have to lift a finger—” 

You shake your head, looking at him calmly. “Jungkook, it’s been a long week. Hobi got the job, I spent all this morning moving his two-ton speaker set into his new apartment. I don’t want anything gentle. I want you to rail me into next week,” Jungkook chokes on his saliva when you reach to cup his dick through his pants, already sporting a chub, “fuck me breathless. I want—no, I need this.”

Anything for you, but Jungkook isn’t going to let your mouth runneth over that easily. He wants that too, obviously. But again, you’ve made him wait. 

Bending slightly, Jungkook whispers darkly into your ear, “Who said you can decide the rules here, doll?”  he’s been waiting all week to slip back into this persona, one that has you shivering delightfully under his touch. A small, secret smile tucks itself under your lips as you tilt your head down, but Jungkook catches it. It shows you’ve missed it too. He lets your sneaky smile  slide for now, only because he’s missed you so much and you’ve had a long day. 

“If I wanna fuck you rough, I’ll fuck you rough. If I want to edge you until you're sobbing on the corner of the kitchen table, I’ll do it,” Jungkook spits every declaration into your skin, biting at your shoulder so hard you cry deliciously. 

He drags you over to the living room, and he could sing at how easily you follow directions. Both of you have been tied up this week, and some hard sex would definitely ease that frustration, “Knees,” Jungkook commands, and you waste no time sinking to the floor, hands atop your knees. 

You look up through your lashes, eyes big and glassy. His poor girl is tired, and he finds it all the more attractive that you’re willing to push that aside to make eachother feel good. 

“Pretty, pretty,” he chants, pulling down his pants and letting his dick spring free, “suck.” 

You waste no time, and he watches as your eyes dilate over the expanse of his cock, half-hard and ready for your mouth. Your nails dig into your knees as you start with featherlight kisses, finally turning into sloppy smacks as you lick all over his dick. 

Jungkook groans, weaving a hand into your hair to force his dick down your throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, but it doesn’t stop you from taking it like a champ. Hard, deep thrusts that he’s sure you can feel all the way in your stomach. You gag at each thrust, but don’t let up as your hot tongue wraps him up and licks at the pre-cum. 

“Fuuuuck, doll,” he rips you away, his now hard dick springing away. He’s a little shaky on his knees, but he plants his feet down as he grips his cock, slapping the tip of it across your cheek. It smears your face, glossing your flushed cheeks in a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum. “Are you trying to make me cum first? So sweet, you don’t even care if you cum tonight, hmm? You owe me, making you believe you had another man.” 

This isn’t true, of course. The both of you know it was just miscommunication, but it doesn’t hurt to play it up for pleasure. 

“N-no Kook, I’m yours,” you grapple at his pants, pulling them down so he can get them off completely. 

“Right. You’re. Mine.” With every punctuated word is a light slap to your cheek, and you take it. His cock bounces right off of you, until you finally move your head to suckle at the engorged tip, “I’m keeping you forever, doll. Don’t you know that?” 

Throughout this whole process, you don’t move, other than the minute clawing at your knees. You’re so good to him. Jungkook pulls away and ignores the ache in his member for now, taking off your clothes for himself. It’s like unwrapping a gift, revealing every bit of skin reserved for his viewing. “So sexy,” he remarks once he’s got you bare, pulling you onto the couch. He’s still in his button down shirt, his date night shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. However, he lets your hands inch under the stiff fabric, feeling for his taut muscle. 

He guides your aching cunt to his cock, sinking you down. It’s a tight fit, and you both moan at the brush of contact. Despite not being prepped, you’re still slick, and it makes up for it. He doesn’t thrust up or anything, just guides his lips to yours with a threadbare brush of his finger. 

“Kook, d-do you want me to move?” you mumble against his cherry-flavored lip balm. 

“Good dolls don’t move until they’re told,” your eyes widen innocently at the statement, and you crumple against his mouth, at his next words, “cum like this.” 

“Awh shit, please no,” you tear up, burying your head between the crook of his neck, “I can’t wait.” 

“Thought you wanted me to fuck you into next week. You can’t do this one little favor for me?” he’s being so mean, and you hate him for it. Haven’t you earned it? “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted me?” 

It’s silent, save for the soft Italian restaurant music playing from whatever tutorial he’s hooked up to his television. It’s terribly cliche, like you’re in the porno version of a European romance movie. He thinks nothing of it, not when your juices are dripping on his thighs, your skin soft and pliant in his grip. Jungkook drums his fingers against your spine, seemingly uncaring that you’re stuffed deep into your womb. 

On the other hand, it’s the only thing you’re acutely aware of. His thick, warm cock is nestled between your folds, right where it should be. You clench once, twice, thankful that this isn’t some crazed wet dream. States of sleep and consciousness have blurred this week, you’re lucky that you made it all the way up to Jungkook’s apartment. 

You can’t cum like this. You need to bait him. You moan, the sound slow and rumbly against your throat as you weave your fingers through his dark tresses. Moving the strands aside to kiss his cold metal earrings you murmur, “I love this, Kookoo. I’ve wanted you all week, I was going crazy. I kept playing last week in my head over and over. I even put in my little vibrator, hoping you’d pull up the app.” 

Jungkook’s teeth clench, and his grip is borderline painful as it digs into your hips. 

“I haven’t been able to cum all week, and I want to do it all over you,” you husk, playing with the roots of his hair. 

You can feel yourself dripping, wetness lubricating you even further and probably staining his thighs and couch with your arousal. Every second that passes is killer, and the fluttering towards your pussy tighten further as Jungkook’s cock twitches in response. Your pussy continues its ministrations, butterfly-like flaps against his hot member that have you vibrating.

“Mm, oh, I’ll cum for you,” and surprisingly, you might be able to. All this dirty talking has gotten you riled up. Just a little bit more and—

Jungkook shoves you off his cock, forcing you to land on the couch. 

“No!” you cry, wiping your face. Your cheeks are ruddied, and you’re annoyed. The coolness of the autumn air has you feeling chilly, and you want to scream at Jungkook for disrupting your orgasm. You feel empty. 

You’re not annoyed for long however, as Jungkook flips you on your back and gives you what you’ve been craving. 

“You glide right in, don’t ya doll,” the friction is deliciously blazing, his hands pushing you further into the large couch as he takes you from behind. Hot, fast smacks against your ass come from the way his balls bounce back and forth as he pistons his cock in and out. “F-fuck, you’re so good to me. So good, I love having you like this. All pretty and dripping, you really know how to make a guy wait, huh?” 

“Mmph! N-no—hng, but I’m y-yours, Kook,” you garble out, and you’re practically eating the throw pillow you’re propped up on as he slams you further into the cushions, so hard you may fall off, “all yours, honey. N-no more waiting. I want you, want you so badly—ah fuck!” 

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it,” he says over and over, his thrusts becoming sporadic and losing their rhythm once he feels you clenching uncontrollably. He presses his two fingers to your sloppy bud, swirling around the juices eagerly. “C-cum, baby doll. You deserve it, yeah? Cum on this cock, let go.” 

You’re starting to see spots, black and white alike. Finally shying away from his cock you rest on your back, but Jungkook doesn’t stop his fingers from flying across your clit. One look at his face and you’re gone. Pretty brown eyes, overflowing with affection. The feeling is different, and it’s the acute pressure between your stomach and pussy that makes you notice what’s going on with your body. The pressure finally releases, your eyes fluttering shut as you rest your cheek on the cushions. You dissolve, a mess on the couch as white hot liquid ejects from your body, spraying Jungkook’s thighs and cushions. 

“Y-you just,” your lover’s mouth is parted open like a baby kitten, uncaring as to how the dark liquid stains his couch fabric. 

“Squirted?” you answer breathlessly, a melty smile on your lips, “y-yeah.” 

 It sets him off, a button left dormant until now. The thatches of hair that surround his cock are dripping with your mess, a cold reminder that he got you to this high. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his cock back into you, and you gasp at the overstimulation. You try not to focus on how your body is a bundle of lit nerves, only to help Jungkook reach his completion. 

“S-so perfect,” he warbles, pressing kisses to your jaw, chin, lips. Each thrust is deep, thick and heady with emotion. “Mm, I wanna cream this pussy sooo badly—mm, all mine, all wet and warm and so so sweet—” 

He cries out your name, biting into your shoulder as your walls fill further with his hot cream. Your thighs are shaking from sensory overload, and Jungkook has to hold you down and soothe you into a state of reality to cling on. 

Satiated, he nuzzles into your chest, feeling absolutely featherlight. 

“T-thank you,” you say gratefully, when at least three out of your five senses return to your body. Your hands dip down to clutch his cheek, pinching lightly at the warm skin.

“Don’t thank me yet,” Jungkook exhales into your breasts, “d-didn’t even feed you my cum yet.” 

You scoff, pinching his cheek again. You’re aware of his softening cock between your folds, ready to seep the efforts of today’s coupling, but your stomach says otherwise. You crane your neck to make note of the kitchen island, staring curiously at the metal pasta roller and the little nests of carby goodness that decorate the cutting board. 

“Feed me pasta first, please. You have all night to feed me dessert.” 

Jungkook giggles into your stomach, he doesn’t mind feeding you in that order. 

bonus.

“So.” 

“So?” you have cream sauce on your lips, happily slurping on an angel hair. 

“You haven’t told me you liked me back yet,” Jungkook rests his palm in the swell of his cheek, content with watching you eat from where he’s standing on the counter. He leans his upper body across the marble table, muscles rippling against his white shirt. 

“Oh, I did!” you’re affronted, swinging your legs on the high chair, “I totally did last week!” 

“Yeah, well. Can you say it while I’m not inside you?” 

“Okay,” you blink, quirking him with a simple smile, “I like you.” 

“That was anticlimactic,” Jungkook jokes at the brevity of your confession, yet his heart betrays the charm he finds in the three words. 

You scoff, jabbing your fork in the little next of springy noodles. “What do you want to hear? I’ve wanted you since I’ve moved in? I think you’re really handsome when you pace the hallway doing work on your phone? I like the way you cook?” 

“Keep going,” Jungkook sing songs, walking over to hug you from behind.

The stool swings back and forth as he rocks the two of you, softly and slowly so you don’t throw up your dinner. He noses into your neck, inhaling your scent and committing it to your memory. 

“Mm, dessert first,” you insist, twirling around the stool so you can wrap your legs around his waist. “And then I can tell you exactly how much I like you,” your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, walking the pads of your fingers across his chest. 

Jungkook grins, hands reaching to cup your bottom and bring you to his bedroom. Of course, he’s always willing to satisfy your insatiable appetite. 

[likeahorribledream]

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PART THREE OF FOUR

Summary: You thought meeting Ransom was just a lucky strike, turns out your lucky strike might have been forced.

Request: Hi! can u do 11, 12, 20, and 25 from the angst prompts with Ransom.

11. ‘’Come back, I’ll do anything.’’ 12. ‘’Don’t go! Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you.’’ 20. ‘’I can’t sleep without her holding me.’’ 25. ‘’I loved you.’’ (the prompts are in bold)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: A lot of angst. Like A LOT.

Note: I’m not gonna lie to you guys, this is not my best work. Maybe not even in the top 5 BUT I spent too much time on it not to share it with y'all so hopefully it’s not too bad!

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PART TWO

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

For the whole ride back, he never let go of your hand for even one second while you tried your best to hide the big smile on your face but you failed miserably. When the both of you made it inside your house, you closed the door behind you and locked it while taking off your shoes and then your jacket, Ransom doing the same.

‘’Do you still have the sweats that you stole from me?’’ He asked as the two of you were walking up the stairs to your room.

‘’It’s not stealing if you give them willingly to me and then told me I could keep them for as long as I wanted, but yes I do.’’

You walked into your room and went straight to your dresser, going through your drawers to get his pair of sweats that he had loaned you one night at his house. You handed them to him and started going through a different drawer to pick out a comfier outfit than the dress you had been wearing all night.

‘’Speaking like a true thief.’’ He said, walking quickly to your bathroom in the hallway before you could react to his teasing.

‘’Smart of you to run away.’’ You called out after him, closing your bedroom door to change.

You opened your door again when you had changed, Ransom was leaning on the wall opposite to your room as he waited.

‘’What’s next on the list?’’ You asked him, referring to the movie list you had made together.

He took out his phone from his pocket and started scrolling.

‘’We said we would either choose to watch the Underworld movies or The Purge movies.’’ He put his phone back in his pocket.

You pulled at the cover on your bed and stopped for a minute to think. You looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

‘’If we watch The Purge I might not sleep.’’ You chuckled. ‘’So you choose, I’m fine with either.’’

You sat on your bed, putting your legs under the covers and you turned to grab the remote from your nightstand, turning the TV on.

He sat on the other side of the bed. ‘’How about Underworld for tonight and next Friday we start The Purge so you won’t be too exhausted on Monday?’’

You smiled. ‘’Great idea.’’

You flipped through the movies until you found the first Underworld movie and pressed play, you put the remote back on the nightstand and quickly pulled up the covers on your body. Since you were going to be warm and cozy in your bed, you had decided to wear your usual shorts and tank top that you always wear to bed but if you stayed over the covers for too long you’d start shivering.

Ransom was looking at you with a smile, finding you adorable. ‘’Baby, sit up for a minute.’’

You frowned in confusion but did as you were told, holding the covers against your body to stay warm. He grabbed all the pillows from your bed and placed them together against your headboard and once he was satisfied with his little pillow nest, he leaned back against them.

‘’Come here.’’ He reached over to you and put his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him.

You chuckled at his attempt to pull you to his body, the sheets weren’t really allowing you to slide up to him. You moved on your own until you were all the way up against him. You laid your head on his shoulder and snuggled your entire body against his side. He pulled up the covers to make sure you wouldn’t be cold and put one arm behind your back to hold you while the other rested on your waist.

Ransom couldn’t believe how much he had changed over the past several weeks. He used to go out all the time, bringing a different girl to his place almost every night and made sure that she was gone before morning and now he spent most of his nights home with you, either eating and talking or just holding you while watching TV and he wouldn’t trade those moments with you for anything in the world. He was still very much terrified by how he felt, yet he also felt like this is where he belonged. He was so engrossed with you and the relationship he was building that the reason as to why it all came to be, the bet, had been completely forgotten. All of his life he had felt like he didn’t belong anywhere, not even with his family, he could barely stand his friends and though he had more money than he could ever spend he had never felt like his life was a success. Not until he met you. You made him feel like he was worth something, like he had a place in this world and deserved to be there just as much as anyone else. You were kind, gentle and so incredibly sweet that it made him want to be a better man just to be worthy of you. If Ransom was being honest with himself, he had fallen for you quick and hard. He was most definitely completely in love with you and from the moment he met you, he knew that there wouldn’t be any other woman for him. You were it. He just hoped that he could prove himself to be good enough for you, to prove to you that if you chose him like his heart had chosen you that you’ll be loved for the rest of your life.

It was safe to say that Ransom hadn’t been following the movie in the slightest while your eyes hadn’t left the screen once since it started. He kissed the top of your head, then your temple and when you moved your head from his shoulder he kissed his way down to your neck. He moved back up to kiss you. You gave him a few pecks, hoping it would be enough and turned your head back to look at the screen.

‘’Uh-uh. Where do you think you’re going?’’ He asked.

He gently grabbed your chin between his thumb and his index finger and turned your head so you’d look at him.

‘’I’m trying to watch the movie.’’ You tried wiggling out of his grip, which he lets you do.

He dropped his head to your neck, kissing all the little spots that he knew would give you goosebumps. ‘’Baby.’’ He whined against your skin. ‘’You said that we could make out if I bought you a really good dessert.’’

He lifted his head to look at you while pouting and giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You huffed, averting your eyes because you couldn’t resist him when he looked at you like that and he knew it.

‘’Please?’’ He pleaded. ‘’I just want to kiss my girl without anyone interrupting me.’’

He brushed his nose against your cheek. ‘’Please.’’ He repeated in a whisper.

You felt your resolve start to crumble very quickly, but you liked it when he was this needy so you decided to torture him for a little while longer.

‘’I’m watching the movie… maybe later.’’

You moved to lie on your back instead of on your side, pretending to focus all of your attention on the screen.

After you moved, Ransom let his head fall dramatically on the pillow where you were laying a few seconds ago.

In a blink of an eye, Ransom was laying between your legs and hovering above you as he held himself up with his hands on each side of you, completely blocking the TV screen. He lowered himself to kiss your cheek. ‘’Come on.’’ He kissed the other cheek. ‘’Please.’’ Then your forehead. ‘’5 minutes?’’ He kissed the tip of your nose.

You couldn’t stop the little giggle that escaped your mouth. ‘’Fine.’’

You rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed when really you had given in from the first moment he had asked.

He grinned down at you. He put all of his weight on his left arm, using his right hand to gently grab the side of your face and tilt your head back to give himself better access to you. He brushed his lips over yours, barely touching them.

‘’Your 5 minutes have already started, you’re losing precious seconds.’’ You whispered, trying to get him to stop teasing.

He chuckled and did it again a few times before finally pressing his lips against yours. As soon as your eyes were closed, the movie was completely forgotten. While you moved your hands to his back, almost as if you wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get up and leave, Ransom’s hand slid down to hold the side and back of your neck for a similar reason. Neither of you had any intention to let go after 5 minutes.

Ransom soon couldn’t hold himself up on only one arm anymore. He slowly rolled to his side, bringing you with him so he didn’t have to stop kissing you. It’s in moments like these that Ransom truly realizes how much he loves you. He felt as if he was literally melting under your touch, his heart was pounding into his chest from all the emotions that were going through him as he held you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and moved his body closer to yours. You were so intoxicating to him. He couldn’t get enough of your gentle touches and how special you made him feel by just holding him and letting him kiss you.

Usually for him kissing was sloppy and primal, it led to clothes being ripped off and two sweaty bodies moving together until they couldn’t anymore.

He felt it the first time he kissed you after you told off his family, he felt it again when he kissed you at the diner and he could feel it now; kissing when you loved somebody made it so much better. He felt wanted in a very different way and he wished he could feel like this forever.

Every time Ransom had kissed you so far, you felt like the world stopped around you. He always touched or held you like you were the most precious thing he has ever had in his hands, almost like he was scared to hurt you or break you. You had heard all the gossip and rumours about Ransom’s dating life, how women were disposable for him and that if one didn’t want him then he’d just move onto the next and yet with you it was the complete opposite. He made you feel like you were the only one for him, and more importantly he acted like it. In public or behind closed doors, he managed to make you feel like you were his person and not in a possessive way, but more like I’m proud to be seen with her kind of way. You only hoped that you could make him feel the same way.

Your kiss was gentle and slow, there was no rush or heat to it. It was pure adoration and love. Two people letting their lips do the talking for their hearts.

Neither of you wanted it to end and though you pushed for as long as you physically could, the need for oxygen became too important and you sadly had to pull away. You were both a little out of breath, but neither of you seemed to be bothered by it.

You moved your hands to the back of his head and ran your fingers through his short hair.

Ransom sincerely thought his heart was about to burst open. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, he wanted to tell you everything that had been going through his mind from the very first moment he had heard you talk but he stopped himself. He needed to tell you in a special way; a special way for his special girl, and he wanted to do it soon to avoid letting it slip at any random moment.

‘’Ransom?’’ You whispered as if you were scared to burst the bubble you were both in.

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, his eyes quickly finding yours again. He hummed, letting you know he was listening.

You looked away from his gaze, biting on your bottom lip and trying to muster the courage to ask him what you wanted.

‘’Do you think-’’ You sighed. ‘’Could you sleep here tonight? I don’t want you to go.’’ You whispered quickly, embarrassed by how needy you must be sounding.

Ransom grinned.

‘’I’m glad you asked because I don’t want to go either.’’

You quickly looked back up into his eyes, your own filled with excitement; he wanted to spend as much time with you as you did with him.

‘’Really?’’

‘’Yes, gorgeous.’’ He smiled softly at you.

The way you smiled after he told you yes and the way your entire face lit up made him want to say yes to absolutely anything you would ever ask him again.

‘’You just have to promise you won’t make fun of my bed hair in the morning.’’

‘’I’m not making any promises, baby. It’s a wait and see kind of situation.’’

You squinted at him, trying to look menacing but it only made him laugh. Your hands moved away from his hair as you crossed your arms over your chest, between your two bodies.

‘’Now I’m not so sure I want you to stay.’’ You pouted.

‘’Aw no, baby.’’ He wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled on them, trying to get you to play with his hair again. ‘’Don’t stop.’’

You smirked. ‘’I’ll keep going, only if you promise.’’

‘’Fine.’’ He huffed. ‘’I promise. Now, keep going.’’

You laughed and started running your fingers through his hair again.

‘’That good, uh?’’

‘’You have no idea.’’ He said, putting his arms back around your waist.

His eyes fluttered shut and he completely relaxed under your touch, to the point where you thought he had fallen asleep. You stopped again when the movie credits started rolling in so that you could turn around to grab the remote and turn off the TV. You turned back to face Ransom and almost jumped out of your skin when you saw him staring at you.

‘’Jesus. I thought you were sleeping.’’

He laughed silently. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

You looked over Ransom’s shoulder to see it was almost 2am.

‘’We should go to sleep.’’

He nodded and sat up in bed to take off his sweater, leaving him with only a white tank top. It was the first time you had seen Ransom with so little clothes and you were pleasantly surprised to see how muscly he was.

He laid back down and you poked at his bicep.

‘’Damn Drysdale, where have you been hiding those?’’ The playful glimmer shining bright as you tease him.

He laughed and started flexing. ‘’Nice, right?’’ He winked at you.

Now you were the one laughing. ‘’Calm down before you hurt yourself.’’

He quickly grabbed you and started tickling you on your sides.

‘’No, please, stop.’’ You squeaked as you tried to get away from him. ‘’I take it back, I take it back.’’

He lifted his hands in surrender. ‘’That’s better.’’

He laid on his back and opened his arms for you to come snuggle against him, and you did. You laid your head on his shoulder and one of your arms across his chest while he held you with both of his arms on your back. He kissed the top of your head.

‘’Good night, gorgeous.’’

‘’Good night, Ransom.’’

You don’t think you’ve ever fallen asleep this fast and slept this well in your entire life. When you both woke up again it was almost noon. Ransom held his promise and never laughed at your bed hair but only because he thought you looked absolutely beautiful with your hair all messy and your eyes a bit puffy from sleeping.

After that night, it became a habit for the two of you to sleep together. You had trouble staying away from each other during the day but now it was all the time. You were having the best sleep of your life whenever he was there and the same went for him.

A little bit over a week later, you had been sleeping at Ransom’s place and forgot to set your alarm clock. Thankfully, your body still woke up on its own around the usual time but you were late for work. You were almost running around trying to get ready as quickly as possible while Ransom was laying in bed, watching you and trying not to laugh.

‘’Am I still picking you up for lunch?’’ He asked while you were still running around.

‘’Uh-uh.’’ You nodded as you grabbed your shoes. You ran over to Ransom’s bed and gave him a quick kiss, pulling away before he could even touch you because he would only make you even more late.

‘’Bye.’’ You screamed from the stairs and soon after Ransom heard the front door open and close a few seconds later.

The day had been extremely chaotic, there was a work crisis that everyone was working on to try and figure out how to solve it but so far no one had managed to.

You had been so busy you had totally forgotten that you were supposed to meet Ransom for lunch, only remembering when you saw him standing in the doorway of your office.

‘’Oh, Ransom. I’m so sorry. We’ve been trying to fix a problem all morning and I completely forgot.’’ You looked down at the mess on your desk, knowing there was no way in hell you could leave. ‘’Can we eat together tomorrow instead?’’

He walked over to your desk and stood behind you, leaning down to see what you were working on.

‘’What’s the problem? Maybe I can help. I worked for Harlan’s publishing company for several years before Walt took over.’’

You explained to him what you had been trying to figure out all morning and in less than 10 minutes he had fixed it all. You grabbed all the paperwork from your desk and took Ransom’s hand, bringing him to the conference room where most of your bosses had been sitting all morning.

‘’Ransom fixed it!’’ You said, walking over to them and giving them the papers with all of Ransom’s notes and explanations on them.

‘’Amazing work, Mr. Drysdale.’’ They all nodded in agreement and you went back to your office with Ransom to let them work.

You closed the door behind Ransom. ‘’They’re right you know, you are amazing at this.’’

He shrugged. ‘’It’s not a big deal.’’

You walked to stand in front of him and put your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look down into your eyes. ‘’It is a big deal. Do you know how many of us have been working on this since I got here this morning? You fixed it in under 10 minutes, that’s incredible.’’

He smiled shyly. ‘’Yeah?’’ He was still unsure.

‘’Yes!’’ You smiled to reassure him. ‘’Why did you stop working for Harlan? You love books and you are clearly amazing at this job.’’

‘’Walt took over and he fired me.’’ You shrugged.

‘’Then you should start your own.’’

‘’My own what?’’ He looked at you a bit confused. ‘’My own publishing company?’’

‘’Yes!’’ You said enthusiastically.

He laughed. ‘’Yeah, right.’’

‘’Why not?’’ You frowned as you let go of his face and put your hands on your hips.

‘’You want me to start my own publishing company?’’ He crossed his arms.

‘’Yes! You have the money, the time, the love and passion for the job and all the skills you need to be successful! I don’t see why you shouldn’t do it.’’

He stared at you for a few minutes, seriously thinking about what you were suggesting. You were right. He was good at it and he had loved working for Harlan, he was looking forward to going to work every morning and he misses that feeling. Though, he found it again in a sense with you. You were now the reason why he was looking forward to his day but with a publishing company to run, he would have everything he ever dreamt of.

‘’I’m gonna do it.’’

You grinned. ‘’Yeah, you are!’’

He smiled and pulled you into a hug. He leaned down to peck your lips a few times. ‘’Only if you do it with me.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’We should start it together. You’re extremely talented and I know how much you love books.’’

‘’You want to go into business… with me?’’ You sounded shocked. Because you were.

Truth is, Ransom wanted everything with you, including starting a business. He saw himself with you in ways that he never believed he would ever want with anyone. It all hit him at different moments. One day he was watching TV and there was a commercial with an older couple and he surprised himself by wishing this could be the two of you. Another time, he was driving by a church and he saw a couple of newlyweds walking out hand-in-hand and the same night he dreamt of a similar scenario with you as his bride.

The one thing that he thought he'd never, EVER want in his life but changed his mind because of you, is having kids.

He saw how you were around kids, how sweet and loving you had been and his first thought was that he couldn't wait to see you with his kids.

He'd never admit it to you, at least not for a long time because you met 2 months ago and he didn't want to scare you off but when you know, you know and you being the one for him is the one thing he had never been more sure of.

‘’Why not?’’ He smirked, repeating to you your own words you had used to try and convince him. ‘’We’d be one hell of a team.’’

You stayed silent for a minute, chewing on your bottom lip while you were thinking. Ransom was getting nervous that you were going to turn down his offer.

‘’I’m in.’’ You smiled.

Ransom’s grin was so big, it was almost hurting his cheeks. He bent down to wrap his arms around the back of your thighs and lifted you up, making you laugh.

He looked up at your eyes, the excitement and happiness you saw in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat. Ransom was a gorgeous man but at this moment, he had never looked more handsome. You leaned down to rest your forehead against his and you closed your eyes, taking in every emotion coming from the both of you.

A knock at your door brought you back to reality and you groaned, slightly annoyed at whoever was disturbing this perfect moment. Ransom gently puts you down while chuckling at your annoyed face. You turned around to go open the door but were quickly stopped by Ransom’s hand on your wrist as he turned you back to face him and pulled you to his chest. He kissed you in a way that made your legs turn to jelly and before you could kiss him back he had pulled away.

‘’I’ll let you go back to work, I’ll see you tonight.’’ He kissed your forehead.

‘’Baby?’’ He called out right before you opened the door.

You turned your head to look at him with a smile. ‘’Yes?’’

‘’Don’t forget to give them your two weeks notice.’’ He winked at you, making you laugh.

‘’I won’t, I promise.’’

You finally opened your door, one of your coworkers waiting on the other side. ‘’Bosses called a meeting, we have to be in the conference room in 5 minutes.’’

‘’I’ll be right there.’’ You tell her.

Ransom slipped past you to leave, stopping to kiss your cheek and left the building with a giant smile on his face.

‘’So, it’s true then?’’ Your coworker looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You looked confused. ‘’What is?’’

‘’You’re the one who tamed Ransom Drysdale.’’

Your brow raised at her choice of words. ‘’Please don’t talk about him like he’s a wild animal.’’

‘’Well, from the things I’ve heard that’s what he was.’’

Your good mood was officially ruined. ‘’Or maybe he just treated people the way they treated him and all of you that are surprised by his sudden change in attitude are discovering what mutual respect is.’’

You were getting defensive, you absolutely hated the way people talked about Ransom.

She scoffed. ‘’Get down from your high horse girl, he hasn’t changed. You just think he has. Deep down, he’ll always be an asshole who uses people like the only good thing they are good at is being disposable. You’re not special once he’s done with you, he’ll toss you aside like every girl before you.’’ She said before walking away.

You hated her for saying those things but you hated yourself more for the small part of you who thought she might be right.

You spent the rest of the day in a bad mood, everyone and everything annoyed you. At the end of the day, you stopped by your boss’ office to announce your departure. She was sad to lose you and your talent but she wasn’t surprised. She had been expecting it since the moment she heard you were involved with the Thrombey family.

When you parked your car in your driveway, you were still in a bad mood. The words from your coworker replaying in your mind over and over again. She hadn’t been the first to ‘’warn’’ you about what Ransom would end up doing to you and you were tired of hearing them doubt him like he was incapable of loving someone other than himself.

You walked through the front door, tossing your shoes against the wall. You were suddenly hit by the smell of food. Pizza, to be exact. You dropped your stuff next to your shoes and walked to the kitchen.

Ransom had been waiting for you with a big smile on his face. Smile that quickly disappeared when he saw the expression on your face.

‘’Baby, what’s wrong?’’

He took a few steps towards you and held your face in his hands, making you look up.

‘’Can you hug me, please?’’ You whispered.

He let go of your face to put his arms around your shoulders and held you closely to his chest, hugging you tightly. You leaned against him, resting the side of your face against his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. You inhaled deeply, already feeling better.

He kissed the top of your head. ‘’What happened?’’

‘’Nothing.’’ You mumbled against his chest. ‘’Just a coworker being a bitch.’’

His eyes widened at the word ‘’bitch’’, you very rarely insulted people so he knew it must have been bad.

‘’Whose ass do I need to kick for hurting my girl?’’ He asked, seriously.

You chuckled and tightened your hold around him. ‘’She’s not worth the energy.’’

You both stayed silent for a few minutes, Ransom gently swaying the both of you slowly from side to side to help you relax.

‘’Is that pizza?’’ You asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

He laughed softly. ‘’Yes. You hungry?’’

‘’Starving. I missed lunch.’’ You pout.

‘’Let’s eat, then.’’

You let go of each other and sat down at your dinner table with the pizza and some plates. You were eating in a comfortable silence when you realized something.

‘’Ransom?’’ You asked after you finished chewing.

He looked up at you, still chewing. ‘’Mh?’’

‘’How did you get into my house?’’

He laughed. ‘’I used the key you hide on top of the light next to your front door. By the way, a very bad idea. The key gets burning hot when the light’s on.’’

‘’Oops.’’ You laughed. ‘’I’ll change its hiding place.’’

‘’Much appreciated.’’ He smiled, relieved to see you in a better mood.

You spent the entire night talking about your future plans for your new project. You were doing research online and writing down a ton of ideas.

Later when you were in bed, you rested your head on Ransom’s shoulder with your eyes closed.

‘’Ransom?’’ You whispered, not sure if he was asleep.

‘’M’yeah?’’ He answered, half asleep.

You hesitated, your heart was racing in your chest and your mouth suddenly felt really dry.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. ‘’Baby?’’

You hid your face against his neck and said something, your voice muffled by his skin.

‘’What?’’ He laughed. ‘’I can’t hear you.’’

You lifted your head a little. ‘’I love you.’’ You whispered, so low Ransom thought he might have imagined it.

His whole body froze up and you felt him tense up under you. You panicked, immediately regretting saying it.

He snapped out of his haze when he felt you trying to get away from him. He grabbed you by your hips and lifted one of his hands to hold your chin. Ransom tried to make you look at him but you were looking everywhere but at him.

‘’Baby… Look at me.’’

You sighed and looked up.

‘’Do you really?’’ He asked softly.

His heart started racing in his chest the moment your words had reached his brain.

You nodded, looking down again.

He wanted to tell you that he loved you too, hell he wanted to scream it at the top of his lungs so that everyone would know you owned his heart but after he left your office, he had spent the entire afternoon planning how he would tell you and he wanted it to be perfect.

You look terrified. He couldn’t let you think that he didn’t feel the same way. Instead of telling you, he decided to show you.

His hands that had been holding your chin moved to the back of your head to hold you in place while he lowered his head to kiss you.

He put all of his feelings into the kissing, making it so intense that it took both of your breaths away.

Relief washed over you in waves and you relaxed against him. He just wasn’t ready to say the words, you thought not knowing that he had been ready to tell you for a few weeks now. He had just been waiting for the perfect opportunity and now he had found it. He just needed you to be patient.

The last two weeks at your job went by incredibly fast. You were working hard during the day, then you’d get home and work even harder in trying to start your own business with Ransom. It was stressful and yet so much fun at the same time.

You had been scared that telling Ransom you loved him would push him away or make him close up but to your surprise, it did the exact opposite. He has been even more affectionate, as if that was possible. Whenever he could he’d kiss you and he made sure to show you how much he cared about you.

Your last day at your job was two weeks later on a Friday. You walked out of the building at 4 to find Ransom waiting for you, leaning against his car all dressed up. You smiled and walked over to him.

‘’What are you doing here?’’

He smiled back at you and slipped his fingers in the belt loops of your work pants, gently pulling you towards him. You put your arms around his neck.

‘’What?’’ He asked innocently. ‘’I can’t pick you up anymore?’’

His hands rested on the small of your back as he fake gasped. ‘’Gorgeous, are you embarrassed to be seen with me?’’

You laughed and playfully rolled your eyes. ‘’So dramatic.’’

He smirked. ‘’Yeah, but you love me.’’

You were about to tell him off for making fun of you and your feelings but then you saw the look in his eyes, how happy he looked and realized he wasn’t teasing you. He wanted to hear you say it again.

‘’Meh.’’ You shrugged. ‘’Maybe.’’

‘’Baby…’’ His voice was deeper, like a warning to not mess with him. He moved his face closer to yours, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘’Say it.’’

‘’ I love y-’’ He didn’t even let you finish and cut you off by pressing his lips against yours.

You pulled away to breathe, your eyes opening to the biggest smile you had ever seen on him.

‘’Let’s get you home and changed, we are going out to celebrate.’’

You pointed behind you to the employees parking lot.

‘’I drove here.’’

‘’Oh.’’ He looked over your shoulder, seeing your car. ‘’Right.’’

He had been so nervous all day, he completely forgot about that.

‘’I’ll just follow you to your place, then.’’

He quickly kissed you and watched you walk to your car, smiling at you after you caught him watching you and waved at him.

Ransom arrived about 10 minutes after you, he knocked and walked in when he realized you had left the door unlocked for him.

He went to your living room and sat on your couch, pulling his phone out of his pocket and scrolling mindlessly until you were ready.

‘’Is this ok?’’ You asked him as you walked in the living room, finally dressed.

He hadn’t told you where you were going but judging by the very expensive suit he was wearing you needed to choose something fancy. You were wearing the dress he had bought for you a few weeks back. It was red, because he thought you looked pretty in red and it had long sleeves, because he knew you were always cold. It had a round collar and the skirt was very long, stopping a few inches above the ground, because he knew you didn’t like to show skin and he didn’t think you needed to in order to look beautiful.

He looked up at the sound of your voice and he smiled.

‘’Perfect.’’ He stood up and put his phone back in his pocket, walking over to you. ‘’You look very beautiful.’’

His gaze was intense and your cheeks became incredibly hot.

‘’Thank you.’’ You smiled shyly.

He kissed your forehead and offered you his hand. ‘’Ready?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You took his hand and let him lead you to his car.

You could tell that he was nervous but you weren’t going to say anything. He’d tell you why when he was ready.

Ransom didn’t know why he was so nervous. All he had to do was to tell you he loved you and he knew for a fact you weren’t going to reject him because you had already told him that you loved him, so why was he feeling so anxious?

He tried taking deep breaths to calm his heart down, it was beating so loudly he swore you probably could hear it from where you were sitting. His mouth was dry and his hands a little bit sweaty, he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had been this nervous.

Only you could have this kind of effect on him and it made him smile.

He parked his car in front of the restaurant where you would eat tonight and turned to face you.

‘’Before you say anything, I checked the prices and it isn’t as expensive as it looks and they aren’t cheap on the portions.’’

You laughed. ‘’You know me so well.’’

After you both got out of the car, Ransom walked over to you and took your hand in his. The moment you stepped inside the restaurant, a waiter was coming up to you and leading you to the table that had been reserved for you. Ransom only let go of your hand to pull out your chair and help you settle, and sat across from you.

He looked slightly annoyed.

‘’You ok over there?’’

He bit his lip. ‘’I don’t like sitting across from you. I prefer to sit next to you.’’

You started to move things around on the table and set his plate and utensils next to your own. You pulled out the chair on your right and smiled.

‘’Problem solved.’’

He stood up and came around the table to take the seat next to you. He rested his arm on the back of your chair and sighed.

‘’Better?’’ You turned your head to the side to look at him.

He nodded. ‘’Much.’’ He grinned.

Ransom used to be very independent, always doing his own thing and being on his own most of the time. He did what he wanted, when he wanted and he didn’t care if he did it alone or with someone else. That all changed when he met you. He never saw himself as the type of man to be clingy and yet he found himself craving your touch or even your presence all the time. He loved to be around you and he loved even more that you allowed him to be. He knew you were way too good for him, completely out of his league, but for some reason you had chosen to love him with all of his flaws and he promised himself that he would spend the rest of his life proving to you that you had made the right decision when you chose him.

Before he could tell you all of this, he needed a little bit of help. He waved the waiter over and ordered a beer, for a little bit of liquid courage.

‘’You want anything, baby?’’

‘’Just water, please.’’ You smiled at the waiter.

He nodded and left to get your drinks.

‘’How was your last day at work?’’ His fingers started to gently stroke the back of your neck.

‘’Good. Long.’’ You laughed. ‘’As much as I loved working there, I’m excited to start working full time on your business.’’

‘’Our business.’’ Ransom corrected you.

‘’Our business.’’ You repeated, making him smile.

The waiter came back quickly, dropping off both of your drinks on the table while telling you to call him over once you were ready to order.

Ransom took the glass in front of him and held it up, waiting for you to do the same with yours.

‘’To our new publishing company and all of our future adventures together.’’

You clinked your glasses together and took a sip, well you took a sip. Ransom took a few large gulps before putting the bottle down. He opened his mouth, finally ready to tell you how he felt and put to use the speech he had prepared, memorized and practiced over and over again to make sure he didn’t forget anything, but a voice coming from behind him cut him off.

‘’Ransom?’’

The colors drained from his face when he realized who it was.

[ PART FOUR ]

Shit's about to hit the fan!!!!

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[4dtk]

hi this is kind of a loaded ask but if ur still taking requests, i wanted to send in 2 with mark? either one would be amazing.

1. jealous mark in public w female oc: hand holding (12, 22) touching (14, 44, 47)

2. saying goodbye at the airport for his next tour w female oc: hand holding (40) hugging (6, 10, 11) kisses (15, 43, 36) touching (18, 25)

feel free to take away any of the numbers!!

idk what i was writing here. half awake. sorry ahshherreh hope u like it!!! :)

hand-holding, 40: letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

hugs, 6, 10 & 11: hugging and gently holding the other’s head, hiding their face in the other’s neck, clinging to each other

kisses, 15, 36 & 43: soothing kisses, kissing away tears, “we’ll see each other again” kisses

touching, 18 & 25: squishing the other’s cheek, stroking the other’s arm soothingly

taeyong lets a little giggle when he peeks into the room, the two of you comfortably nestled into the other’s arms as the alarm beside you goes off. it is loud, but with the both of you being heavy sleepers, the sound is a mere speckle of distraction of your dream where you currently were shooting down crazed, rabid aliens with your boyfriend. said boyfriend was currently struggling to fight consciousness, but he fails, catching onto the soft knock his leader sounds out and the reminder of the tour.

“mark? we’re getting ready for the flight, you should get up soon.” he hums lightly, cuddling more into the blanket with a hand propped on your shoulder. you sleep like a log and it takes a few tries from the sleepy mark to get you to wake up.

“babe…. babe we gotta go sooooon…” no answer. “(y/n)!”

“gah! what?!” mark flashes a sheepish smile, rubbing on your shoulder gently. there, his finger goes over the blemishes and scars, but he doesn’t pay much attention to it. a squeeze. “sorry, baby. ‘yong said we had to get out of bed soon.”

you groan into mark’s neck in the car later, squinting at the bright light that the sun’s decided to give off like it always does. the face you make garner a few chuckles from the boys, settling into the front seats that successfully blocks the light coming from the front of the car and you mumble an expression of thanks before resuming your bumpy nap in mark’s arms. in the back of the vehicle, no one gives you much attention other than the usual check-ins of passports, headphones and extra underwear. mark runs his hand through your hair at a slow pace, occasionally placing a few kisses on the crown of your head throughout the ride which you hum at.

“you okay there?” mark whispers softly, readjusting your numbing leg that lay on his thigh. stretch and bend, stretch and bend, he does to it, easing up your muscles that was the victim of your motionless sleeping. after years of comfort with the members, he’s able to care less and less about what they think, freely expressing what he felt about you to his friends, although the faint tint of red still gives him away sometimes.

you can feel the overflowing love of mark as he rubs a thumb over your skin soothingly, legs naturally walking them through the secret route reserved for idols. it was a long walk; mark was thankful at the very least. lifting your connected hands briefly, it’s all you can smile at as they reconnect after encountering a pillar, skin as ticklish and heart as skittish. “we’re here.”

“hnm?”

your pout is evident that you hadn’t expected the doors to arrive so fast, lost in the giddy loop of swinging your hands back and forth like a middle school couple. there’s the familiar wetness that threatens to pool in your eyes, the stinging disobeying your odds. mark laughs, but soon holds it in thinking that you’d assume he was making fun of you.

“you ain’t slick.” you raise an eyebrow, sniffling away the snot that couldn’t stop escaping your nose. “not fair that my boyfriend is laughing at me before he leaves me for tour.”

mark sighs, a faint apology on his lips before he kisses you and your annoyance melts away. it’s not like you were actually pissed initially. your smile into the kiss is bittersweet, and the dam breaks, hanging onto dear life of mark’s lips for the last time as you savour his lips and the way he tastes. strong strawberry mint from toothpaste, a bit of milk bread that he likes to munch on.

it was all you could store away for nights of facetime calls and late texts, and you weren’t ready.

mark can feel the desperation in your kiss, the wet tears of his lips and he hopes his kisses can heal your heat just a little, can fill in the cracks and thinks he might actually be making it worse. your mouth slows, lingering on his for just a moment before you pull away and you look like his dream: cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair unkempt. you’re his reverie that unfortunately, he had to awake from and face the fact that you won’t see each other for the next few months.

“hey, hey, baby,” mark whispers, smiling through his own tears that he has trouble focusing on your face. the blur of his vision isn’t a foreign feeling but, it hurts when it’s because of you. he realises that facetime and 4am messages were going to be the norm from now on and your boyfriend chokes up, prompting a noise of surprise out of you.

“crybaby,” you say as his thumbs wipe away your tears and yours do the same, leaning up after to kiss away the salty liquid from his face. your lips are as soft as the morning light that beats down in the hotels in Europe from when 127 did a tour there before, and mark makes a last mental note to take you there to show you what it’s like. when you have time, when you’re more settled, when you’re…

“let’s go to Europe one day.”

“you crazy? i’ll need to finish school first, dummy. university is a pain in the ass, y’know?” mark giggles, wrapping a hand around your cheeks to squish them before you swat him away, laughing at the childish gesture before mark remains the last one to pass through immigration.

“i love you.” you’re not sure it comes out of whose mouth at first, but you’re certain it’s you when his face lights up, taking all the brightness of the stars and the shimmer of the moon with him. it’s all in his eyes even in the stale passageway of the airport and your heart flutters at the thought of making mark feel that way.

“i love you, too. i’ll see you soon, love.”

you share one last kiss, soft and tender that has mark fumbling for his passport later, and you giggle, clutching tight onto the fabric of your cardigan that’s soon to make you cry again with how much it resembled mark’s scent. a message interrupts your train of thought.

in a few months then, my love, until we see each other again. you smile.

dramatic ass bitch. bet you two bowls of jjajangmyeon that you’re crying your ass off right now.

how’d you know!!!!! cheater.

sure, it was going to become a norm, but you’d do anything and endure nights of loneliness just to have him back in your arms again. nothing compares to having the literal light of your life in your embrace, merely dimmed by distance and other hindrances until he’s with you, the closest two entities that orbit around each other that becomes magical once you meet. yeah, that’s how you’d describe it, mouth always full of endless metaphors to imagine what mark's love felt like.

except you know just one thing to be true: throughout every fancy analogy, there's the certainty that mark loves you, as you with him.

[anyoneseenadam]

Hello, can I please request NSFW Azriel x reader drabble? They are mates and Azriel is bored during some unimportant political meeting so he sends dirty imagines and ideas to her through their bond along with his shadows which make her feel like if he is really touching her... (English is not my first language so I hope this makes sense)

pairing: azriel x reader (acotar)

warnings: NSFW, dirty talk, descriptions of sex, men (sksksk couldn’t help myself) blood kink cause it’s az and Rhys being a lil shit :)

a/n: thank you for requesting! i hope you like this <3 I tried not to get carried away and turn it into a 25 part series (this time)

(also i didn’t know if people wanted to be tagged in this that wanted to be tagged in home so i didn’t but if u do just lemme know :))

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You were sat at a round table, staring at the grooves in the wood as the Illyrian generals around you droned on about treaties and training. Rhysand had begun forcing you to come along to the meetings held twice a decade where the Illyrian generals from each camp would gather and share ideas, or mainly try bully other camps into dropping new protocols such as training females. Your head whipped up when your name was called, and you mentally thanked yourself for remaining at least partially present, beginning to talk through your plan to modernise areas of the camps, and actively ignoring the scoffs from men who didn’t believe you should be talking.

You felt a tug on your mating bond with Azriel and let your eyes momentarily catch his. He looked pristine as always, not a hair out of place and back perfectly straight, hands always within reach of a weapon. Your bond had clicked just over a year ago when an old friend Mor had sought you out, needing your knowledge on the ancient creatures you had been studying. You had asked for all the information they had and begun filling them in on your knowledge of a certain species big cat that you believed had been terrorising the Illyrian camps when Azriel and Cassian had stood, arming up to take on the beast when you had widely protested. “You can’t kill them please! They’re so rare and already going endangered, I’ll come with you I have been studying them I believe I could calm them down!” They had all be wary of your plea but allowed you to come along, following closely in case you were wrong. But as you had told them you were never wrong and soon found the cub the cats had been looking for, and returning it to the animals, smiling as they scampered off, Cassian laughing in disbelief besides you and Azriel on your other side, gazing at you in awe. You were about to offer an “I told you so.” as you turned to face the males when the air was stolen from your lungs, staring at Azriel as the bond clicked into place.

As you continued talking you sent a tug back, moving to look directly at your high lady as protests called out at your so-called radical ideas, and she quickly jumped to defend you as they outlined more and more plans that you had no interest in. You shivered as you felt two of Azriel’s shadows rest against your arms, one moving up to curl around your neck like a sleeping cat and looked at him again as he spoke through your bond.

I’m bored.

That surprises me. You replied, fighting a grin at his pout.

You want to know what I’m thinking about? He asked, face completely calm, asides from his eyes, which were sparkling with mischief and something darker.

Do enlighten me.

Bending you over this table and fucking you until all these men know who you belong to. You choked on your saliva at his crude statement and felt your cheeks heat up. But you’d love that wouldn’t you sweetheart, you’d be begging for me the whole time not even caring who saw you, so cock hungry. You’d let me stake my claim, let me make them watch as I take you apart. They’d never get to flirt with you again.

You glared at him, but it was half hearted as you felt a shadow trail up your leg in a shape all too familiar to that of your lovers’ hands. Azriel I need…

Already begging me darling, we still have an hour left. You glanced at the clock and almost cried out when you saw he was telling the truth, and then again when his shadows trailed over the damp patch that was forming on your panties. Then he was sending you images. They started innocently enough, the dress shirt that was just slightly too tight on him, his hands unsheathing truth-teller, but they soon changed. The image of him fucking you from behind in front of the full-length mirror in your room, blood trailing from the bite in your neck that he had given you animalistically, he had caught your gaze in the mirror and held it as he leaned down, licking your wound clean, his hips meeting yours roughly, the only sounds filling them room was the harmony of your moans and the lewd sounds of your copious wetness.

You were pulled back to reality when Feyre said your name and you clenched your hands in your lap as Azriel’s shadows seemed to reach under your flimsy panties. The ones you had pulled on without thought as you and Azriel raced to not be late for this exact meeting as a result of your morning filled with lazy kisses and slow thrusts. You shot Feyre a pained look as she repeated the question, Rhys stifling a laugh beside her, she smacked his leg as you blushed trying to answer her as best you could.  You were cut off halfway through but couldn’t feel any resentment as the shadows caressed you.

Good girl, Azriel smiled, if you remain quiet I’ll maybe reward you when we get home.

Azriel I don’t think I can…

You can and you will. Was all he said before sending you more images, the sight of yourself spread beneath him on your bed, glowing from an intense orgasm just to face another. The memory of the time Azriel had taken you so hard and for so long you had passed out, and woken up to an extremely stressed mate, although he left out that part. Or memories of when you had hidden beneath his desk, struggling to fit his cock in your mouth and slurping around him as you tried to bring him to completion, one hand tangled in your head, thrusting in and out of your wet cavern, the other gripping his desk so tight, his knuckles were white as snow. By the time he hour was up you had soaked through your panties and were resting your chin on the palm of your hand as you tried to hold in sounds, a task that became nearly impossible as he continued to send you dirty images and words, his shadows exploring your deepest parts. When the meeting concluded Azriel was at you side in an instant, an arm coming securely around your waist as his mouth dipped to whisper in your ear.

“Good girl,” was all he said, leading you through the room, beelining for the door, only to be interrupted by Rhys, who had a shit eating grin on his face and Feyre who almost, almost looked apologetic.

“You guys coming to ours? It’s almost time for dinner and I’m sure everyone will be there.” Rhysand asked, grinning when you glared at him. He knew exactly what Azriel had been doing, having done it himself to Feyre on many occasions.

“I’m afraid the missus isn’t feeling well,” Azriel replied smoothly, and you send him a tug of appreciation.

“That’s too bad, well have a fun night.” Rhysand replied with a wink, making Az’s hand tighten on your hip as he winnowed the two of you to your home. When you were inside your room he pushed you against the wall, smiling wickedly as he ran his nose along the soft column of your throat, his lips trailing kisses up to your ear as he whispered, “I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet.”

You whined at his words as he stripped you slowly, before pressing you down on the bed a hand firmly pressed against your throat. “You’ve lasted so long, but I want to see how long that patience will last,” he grinned, and you felt a wave of anxiety pass over you, “No cumming until I say so.”

You were in for a long night.

[skiesofthesketchy]

could i pretty please (with a cherry on top) get “ask me nicely” with jj? 🥺

hi love! thanks for your request :)

ahh i know it's been so long since I've posted, and these requests came in months ago, but I now have more time and will be working on those old requests, and hopefully some other stuff too. y'all let me know what you think, love u <3

masterlist

1k celebration blurbs

25. "Ask me nicely."

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You were warm, laying out in the sun with your eyes closed as you listened to the banter between your friends about whether the DC comics were better than Marvel. You were hardly paying attention, slowly drifting into a comfortable dream-like state. However, you were rudely awakened by someone snatching the sun hat that was covering your face from the harsh sunlight.

You sat up while shielding your eyes, your vision taking a second to adjust before you noticed JJ standing above you with a sly smirk on his face, your sun hat in hand. “JJ,” you grumbled. “What the hell? Give it back.”

He just shook his head, putting the hat atop his dripping locks of hair. “No can do, Y/N. You’re coming to the water with me.”

You rolled your eyes with a huff. “I was trying to take a nap.”

“Don’t be so lazy,” he teased. You angrily stood up and reached for your hat, but JJ took it off and held it above his head, out of your reach.

“Seriously, JJ? How old are you?” He always pulled this kind of shit with you, taking your stuff and teasing you until you were forced to chase him in order to get it back. It was annoying, and you didn’t know why he found such joy in messing with you all the time.

You pulled on his arm but he wouldn’t budge, the hat still too high up for you to reach. You shoved him and tried jumping instead, but failed. He laughed at your attempt, a bright grin on his face. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” You made sure to put on your best pissed off expression, but JJ was unbothered. Getting a rise out of you was one of his favorite pastimes.

“Ask me nicely.” You grumbled at his cute little dimples making an appearance on his handsome face as he smirked at you, eyes gleaming.

“Fine. JJ, can I please have my hat back?” You pouted your lips and batted your eyelashes for good measure. You swear you could punch this idiot sometimes.

“See, Y/N? That’s all you had to do,” he said, offering you the hat, only to take off running when you went to grab it. You had no choice but to chase after him, yelling at him the whole time while he cackled like a child in a game of tag.

Just a few strides behind him, you balled your fists and decided to jump onto his back. JJ only stumbled slightly as you tightened your arms around his neck, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Give it back, you idiot!” you yelled at him.

To your surprise, JJ dropped your hat and used his free hands to grab the back of your thighs. “Time for a swim!” he hollered with a laugh. You tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp, but with his hold on your legs, you’d fall if you let go of his shoulders. Then he was sprinting like a maniac towards the water, acting as if he didn’t have a person on his back kicking and screaming.

He ran into the sea, not stopping until the water reached his chest while you squealed at the cold temperature engulfing your warm body. Leave it to JJ to make you chase him around like a dumbass, then fling you into the ocean. You’re just glad you had taken your clothes off already at your beach spot.

“I’m going to kill you,” you muttered into his ear, your arms still clasped tightly around him.

He just chuckled at your displeasure. “Come on, Y/N. You can’t kill me. You’d miss me too much.” He released your legs but you tightened your grip around him like a snake attacking its prey, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your arm secured around his neck in a chokehold and his hands shot to your elbow to try and pull it away.

“Wanna bet, Maybank?” you taunted in his ear. He only laughed, using his superior strength to pry your arm loose enough for him to breathe. You’ve had your fair share of wrestling matches with the boys, in fact JJ was the one who showed you the move you were trying to pull on him, but you were never strong enough to actually win.

JJ expertly grabbed your wrists and held them down against his chest, but you weren’t going to give up that easily. He laughed again cockily, and you were getting even more annoyed. “You know you can’t beat me in a physical fight,” he beamed.

You couldn’t think of anything witty to say back as you tried to yank your arms free of his grip. The idiot wasn’t even phased, just laughing at your poor attempts to escape before suddenly spinning around and pulling you with him. It was a battle of strength with his fingers still wound around your wrists as you tried to get away. To nobody’s surprise, JJ was winning, and he had somehow maneuvered you to be in front of him, your back pressed to his chest while he held your arms crossed over your body.

“Ugh, JJ!” you whined. You were even more helpless now with JJ clutching you against him and not being able to move your arms. You stopped struggling and threw your head back onto his shoulder. “You couldn’t have let me win just this once?”

You felt his breathy laugh fan over your bare neck and collar bone. “What would be the fun in that?”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, letting your whole body relax now that you had given up on trying to beat JJ. “You’re an asshole.”

He chuckled again, eyes focused on you and how calm you looked now. He had a close up view of your pretty face and the smooth skin of your neck, all the way down to your cleavage. Another soft sigh escaped your lips and JJ smiled, letting go of your arms and wrapping his own around your waist. Instead of being forcefully pinned down, you were secured in his comfortable embrace.

He swayed the pair of you softly as he looked out at the ocean, and you stayed with your eyes closed. His fingers rubbed soothing circles into your skin while your legs floated out in front of you. You were actually falling back into that dream-like state before JJ broke the silence. “I’m beginning to think you like being in this position, Y/N,” he tried to flirt.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed softly. “I’m sleepy.”

“I can carry you back to the beach spot,” JJ offered, which made you smile.

“No, let’s stay here for a little while.” You didn’t see it, but JJ had a grin of his own as he brushed your hair away from your face before returning his hand to your hip.

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