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vid-writes · 6 months ago

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Takuma Ino x Female Reader

I know you guys wanted the Kento fic first but I've wanted to write this for a few days so you get this one first. Don't worry I'm getting to that Nanami fic

There really aren't any TWs other than sexually explicit content so no one under 18 needs to interact with this.

You and Takuma Ino had been together for almost six months now, but you guys hadn't had sex yet. His job as a sorcerer kept him so busy that when he got home, he was always tired and crashed right after he ate dinner. Tonight was one of the nights you were staying over and as much as you enjoyed cuddling with Ino you really wanted to escalate your relationship more.

As you were finishing up dinner, the door to his apartment banged open, and he called out, "Babe, I'm home." You giggled as you plated the food and waited for him to round the corner into the kitchen. When he did, his jaw hit the floor. Instead of the cozy pajamas you usually wear when he gets home this late, you wear a new bright yellow summer dress.

"Welcome home," you said as you rounded the small island in the kitchen and pulled him into a hug. I've missed you." His arms snaked around your waist, and he kissed you deeply.

"I don't know what I did to deserve coming home to you dressed up, but I'm going to make sure I keep doing it," he said as he finally pulled back from his greeting kiss. You smiled and playfully smacked his chest.

"Would it make you feel too terrible if I said this is because of something we haven't done," you whispered as you felt heat creeping into your cheeks. Takuma pulled back more and studied your face for a few seconds before his eyes lit up.

"No, because I actually got a day off tomorrow. I even told Nanami I'm turning my phone off to spend the day with my girlfriend," he said before he kissed you deeply again.

"Well then, let's eat dinner, and whatever happens, happens," you replied as you tugged him by the wrist over to the two-person dining table he had tucked into the back corner of the kitchen.

"So tell me about your day," Takuma inquired as he poured wine for the both of you, making sure not to fill your glass the "wrong way." Once the liquid was millimeters from the brim of your glass, he set the bottle down.

"My day was incredibly boring compared to that of a sorcerer," you teased as you both dug into dinner. A few minutes of comfortable silence ensued as you guys ate, but it soon turned tense.

"My day really wasn't all that great. I nearly let a cruse escape and got lectured by Kento for over an hour," he grumbled after he drained half of his glass of wine. You offered him a soft smile and squeezed his hand, which was resting on the table near yours.

"Now, Ino, you know that doesn't make you a bad sorcerer," you soothed as your fingers drew senseless patterns on the back of his hand. A warm smile crossed Ino's face, and then heat filled his cheeks.

"Can I confess something to you?" He asked and laced his fingers with yours.

"You know that you always can, Takuma, my love," you replied and squeezed his hand.

"I have had sex but only once before, and it was a long time ago," he whispered as he made to pull his ski mask over his face. It was in the key bowl near the front door, so his hand threaded into his hair instead.

"Can I confess something to you?" You asked, and he looked up at you through heavy lashes.

"Always Y/N, my dear," he replied.

"I've had sex before too. A few times with my last boyfriend, but he wasn't any good," you admitted as you felt heat creeping into your own cheeks. He lifted his head with a shy smile on his face, and you returned it.

"I've been scared that you wouldn't want to be with someone who has been with someone before. That's stupid, I know, and we never discussed our histories, but that's just how I felt," Ino said as he rubbed the back of his neck. You laughed softly and drank some more of your wine. This night was going according to plan and not at all at the same time.

"Takuma, I've never cared about that; I just want to share that special connection with you," you admitted. He pushed his chair back from the table and stood up with his hand out to you.

"Then let's go in my room so I can find out if you're wearing panties underneath that pretty little dress of yours," he said as his face turned redder. You put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you to your feet. The answer to his curiosity was dangling on your tongue, but you swallowed it as you followed him to his bedroom.

In the room, Takuma turned to you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His bed sat against the wall to the right, and across from it was the door to his bathroom. A few posters hung on his walls from movies or manga, and some other furniture filled his room. It could really use the touch of a woman, but moving in with Takuma was still another six months away at a minimum. Nerves seemed to be making him hesitate, so you grabbed his hand and led him to the bed.

You climbed up onto the big plush mattress with your hand still in his so he had no choice but to follow you up. You scooted Ino, so he sat against the headboard and then straddled his lap, making sure your dress still covered your pussy.

His hands settled on your hips, and you slowly kissed your way from his ear, across his cheek to his mouth. Not wanting to rush him or make him feel like you were judging his skills, you planned to take your time. When your mouth finally met his, you could feel the desire burning underneath his skin. His hands tightened on your waist as he pushed his tongue between your lips. Takuma's taste filled your mouth, and you moaned as his desire flooded another one of your senses. Your tongues licked at each other as his hands slid up and down your sides. Moans slipped from your throat as Takuma sucked your tongue into his mouth, and you scratched his chest a little bit. He sucked your tongue more as his hands slid down to your thighs. Keening sounds of pleasure spilled from your mouth as you scratched down his chest more, and he licked your tongue while still sucking it.

"You really like that," he panted when he finally pulled his lips back from yours just enough to speak.

"I've kissed two other guys, and neither one ever did that. Hell, I've kissed you before, and you've never done that. It felt so fucking good, Ino," you moaned as his hands squeezed your thighs. Blush filled his cheeks again as he pulled back more to look at your face. His eyes searched yours and found nothing but desire darkening them more and more.

"I really want to take this dress off of you, but I don't want you to be unfairly naked if it's all you're wearing," he whispered as his hands pushed the dress up your thighs. You bit your lip as his hands moved the dress up to your hips. Without saying anything, you raised your arms above your head. His eyes danced with conflict before he pulled the dress over your head. And, like he guessed, you were naked underneath. Your small breasts hung freely with hardened nipples, and your recently, but not freshly, shaved pussy was on full display since your legs were on either side of his.

"Fuck I don't know why I waited so long. You're gorgeous all the time, but seeing you naked is damn near religious," Ino murmured as he shifted you off of his lap. He slipped off the bed and stood. Quietly, he faced you and pulled off his shirt. Defined muscles lined his chest and stomach. You only had seconds to take those in because his pants and underwear were pushed off at the same time. His cock stood half-hard in front of him, and your mouth watered. Even from here and half hard, you knew Ino's cock was your favorite kind. Six, maybe seven inches and thicker as you went down more. You might have only had sex with one man, but you never lacked new toys to masturbate with, and being small meant you had a thing for smaller dicks.

"Takuma, promise me you won't let me out of this bed tomorrow," you said as he climbed back on the bed. He laughed and claimed your lips in a deep kiss in response. As he parted your lips with his tongue again, he leaned his weight into you until your back was against the bed. Your tongues danced together as you lightly scratched down his back. His hands brushed the underside of your breasts a few times before cupping them both fully in his hands.

"Your breasts are the perfect size," he groaned as he kissed his way to your ear and kneaded your breasts in his hands. Your nails dug deeper into the skin of his back as he rolled your nipples in his hands. He kissed down your neck and along your collarbone as his weight slowly shifted down a bit. When his mouth claimed one of your nipples, you arched into him.

"Mmmmmm, so good, Ino," you purred as his tongue and fingers worked your nipples into hard points. Your hips rutted up into his as your hands squeezed his ass. He moaned around your other nipple, and your pussy throbbed. Men who made noises were your favorite. So you squeezed his ass again, and he moaned again.

"Please keep making those noises," you nearly pleaded as his mouth left your now-wet breasts and trailed further down your body.

"I'm going to make you make beautiful noises first, dear, and then I promise I'll moan right in your ear the whole time," he murmured as he kissed across your stomach. Your pussy throbbed again, and you nodded eagerly. A sultry smile crossed his lips at the same time he blushed. It seemed you had a thing for shy men, too, because your ex had been overconfident, and you had hated it. Ino's lips met the soft fuzz covering the mound above your core, and you threaded your fingers into his hair.

"Have you ever done this part before?" You asked. He shook his head as the blush spread to his ears.

"That's alright, I don't mind guiding you a bit if you need it," you reassured him as you ruffled his hair. He grinned and kissed your mound again. His next kiss landed squarely on your clit, and your hips bucked up into his face. Gently he pushed them back down and kissed your clit again.

"Lick right there in slow and deep strokes," you guided Ino as your breath started to catch in your throat. His tongue hesitantly licked up your clit, and a near-guttural moan tore out of your throat. "Yes, Takuma babe, just like that. It feels so fucking good."

Feeling reassured by your words, he licked your clit again just as you had instructed, and your moan filled the whole apartment. His fingers dug into your hips as he held you into the bed, still licking your clit slowly and deeply. You were writhing and tugging his hair as you moaned. The heat and pressure of your impending orgasm were building quickly.

"Suck on it to please, babe," you whined as your pussy started to ache from the incoming release. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked tightly as his tongue continued to work it in deep and slow strokes. Pleasure nearly blinded you as you came hard and fast, hips bucking up so hard that Ino had to dig his nails in to keep you down on the bed. His teeth dragged across your clit as he pulled away from it, still sucking, so when it left his mouth, a whine left yours loud enough to echo.

"Please, Takuma, I want more. Your mouth is so good; you're such a natural at eating pussy," you panted as he licked down your folds. His response was to shove his tongue into your gushing core until his mouth was flush with your lips. A groan from his throat vibrated your pussy as Ino started to tongue fuck you. His lips and teeth moving as if he indeed intended to eat you.

The combination of constant stimulation to your whole pussy made you cum again so suddenly that this time you screamed out Ino's name. Despite trying, he was unable to keep you pinned to the bed as your thighs closed around his head. After a few seconds of grinding your pussy into his mouth, you collapsed into the bed, still writhing. He pulled his mouth away and picked up his shirt from the floor to clean his face.

"Don't even apologize; that was incredibly hot, baby girl," he said as he kissed his way back up your torso slowly. His mouth claimed yours as his cock pressed against your mound. You rutted into each other as your tongues danced together in between your mouths. His cock dragged through your soaked folds, making you whimper in his mouth. The kiss turned fervent as you tried to angle your hips, so he slipped inside of you without notice.

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Ino asked as he pulled his hips and mouth back from yours. Another whine tore from your throat as you lifted your hips to try to meet his.

"Please, Takuma," you pleaded as he pinned your hips to the bed with one hand.

"Please, what, baby girl? You've done so good guiding me thus far; don't lose your words now," he teased as he kissed you softly.

"Make love to me, Takuma," you whispered, and he pulled back further so he could see your face.

"Make love to you, huh? I can definitely do that, sweetheart," he said as his hand moved from your hips and wrapped around his cock. You lifted your hips to meet his and felt the head of his cock push against your entrance. The need to writhe filled your body, but you held still as you locked your gaze with Ino's. He moved his cock inside of you slowly and let go with his hand, which he used to grab yours. Your fingers threaded through his and landed on the bed next to your head. He wasn't pinning you. He was holding your hand.

Ino's hips bottomed out into yours as you both moaned. Neither of you had yet to look away from the other. His mouth claimed yours again as he slowly slid out to the tip and started to move in slow, deep thrusts. Your tongue stroked his slowly as he continued his slow and deep thrusts. This time, the heat and tension in your stomach were building at such a slow burn that you thought it might drive you crazy. He pulled away from the kiss and stilled his movements.

"I love you," he whispered, "and I know you're probably not supposed to admit that for the first time during sex, and I know it's way too-"

You cut him off with a deep kiss as you squeezed his hand, which was still holding yours. "I love you too, Takuma," you whispered against his lips. He moaned softly as his hips resumed their previous pace. Slow and deep. Your tongues tangled again as his other hand snaked between the two of you and rubbed slow circles into your clit. Not deep enough to make your orgasm come faster but just enough that every nerve in your body lit up. You writhed and moaned into Ino's mouth as he continued to make love to you just as you had requested.

His hips never once quickened or stilled as his mouth trailed kisses up and down both sides of your neck. His hand holding yours never left, and the one teasing your clit never let up. Seconds felt like hours. Minutes felt like days. All of it was heaven on Earth, and Ino was worshiping you like you were holy. Your mouths met again as the tension in your stomach broke, and you came so hard you saw stars behind your closed eyes. Walls clenched and body shaking, and yet Ino's hips never stilled. His fingers on your clit never deepened. The orgasm seemed to last forever.

"I know you're not on any birth control, and I should have worn a condom. Should I pull out?" Ino whispered in your ear.

"Takuma, please cum where ever makes you feel most comfortable," you panted out as his hips struggled to maintain rhythm.

"Then I'm going to unload right here in your warm and sinfully wet pussy," he said as his mouth claimed yours again. Tongues danced as his fingers on your clit deepened and quickened. It seemed that Ino was going to make you cum again before he did. The orgasm built and hit all so fast that you nearly missed him cumming at the same time as you. Hips stuttering as he came inside you in thick hot ropes as the pulsing of your pussy tried to drive him out.

"I really do love you," he panted as he pulled out and nuzzled into your neck. His weight draped over you like a warm and sweaty blanket, but you didn't mind.

"I really do love you too, Takuma," you said as you kissed his hair.

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yuurei20 · 11 months ago

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Do you have a master list of the translated novel chapters so far? Or someplace to read all of them at once? If not, thanks anyways!

Hello hello! A compilation thread of translations from the first novel can be found here! It is not a complete translation of the entire novel, just a few blurbs that I found interesting for being different from the game, if that is okay :>

I hadn't put together a compilation of second-novel translations because it is still ongoing, but I can list them now!

(Disclaimer: I am very, very much not a writer, I promise that the actual book is much more well written than this, and I encourage everyone to read the official translation when it is released! The first novel is coming in August, 2024, from Viz Media!)

Introduction "In a corner of the prestigious magic school, Night Raven College, there stands an old, unused dormitory."

Yuuya and the Rumors “'What's the matter? You look a bit down,’ says the ghost." Grim, Unhappy "’Whaddya mean? I’m a Night Raven College student. That means I can play in the tournament, right? Right!?’"

The Classroom “'There's no way that Ramshackle can compete on the same level as our dorm—that’s a crowning moment. Us, being mocked like that? We wouldn’t stand for it.’"

Bakery Day "Yuuya hands over the money he had promised to Ace and Deuce, then lines up for his usual lunch set, alone."

Ruggie in the Cafeteria (pt1) "Yuuya looks over his shoulder to the sight of a skinny boy standing behind him."

Ruggie in the Cafeteria (pt2) "Thinking about it, Yuuya realizes that he can’t recall seeing Japanese food or sweets since coming here."

Ruggie in the Cafeteria (pt3) "Each dorm at Night Raven College has its own distinguishing characteristics."

Ruggie in the Cafeteria (pt4) "‘You mean they have good teamwork?’ Yuuya recalls an earlier conversation with Ace."

The Botanical Garden Scene "Ruggie and Leona are both from Sunset Savanna, with Ruggie coming from a humble upbringing in the slums as a hyaena beastperson, who are generally regarded with contempt."

Riddle and the consequences of overblot "When Riddle enters the Mirror Chamber, the other dorm leaders cast open and obvious glances his way. It has been like this ever since that day."

Leona and the Housewarden Meeting "‘Remember. What was it like two years ago? Last year? How did it feel to be used as a stepping stone to showcase the power of Lord Malleus Draconia?"

Riddle on Leona: The Housewarden Meeting "'I don’t really mind putting him in the Hall of Fame,’ says the Ignihyde Housewarden in an unenthusiastic tone over his speaker."

Yuuya and Grim's Club "Yuuya and Grim were told by the headmage that they would both have to choose the same club."

Crowley's Request (pt1) "As Yuuya listens to the ghosts' stories from their prime, the doorbell rings."

Crowley's Request (pt2) "‘Actually,’ the headmage begins, his voice turning serious."

Crowley's Request (pt3) "‘But I really don’t think I will be much of any help.’"

Crowley's Request (pt4) "The headmage remains silent—which makes Yuuya nervous—but rather than upset, he seems to be deep in thought."

Meeting Pomefiore (pt1) "Having reached the Hall of Mirrors, Yuuya faces the mirror that, according to Deuce, will lead him to Pomefiore. It is splendid, adorned with a large peacock and framed in its feathers."

Meeting Pomefiore (pt2) "‘You came to see the student of ours who was hurt, did you not? Here he is.’ With a gesture from Rook, a second-year student steps forward."

Trey's Room (pt1) "They knock on the black door, and there is an immediate answer from within."

Trey's Room (pt2) "It seems that, in each dorm, 1st-year students are four to a room with 2nd-year students two to a room and, as a 3rd-year student, you finally get a room to yourself."

Trey's Room (pt3) "‘It looks really painful…’"

Trey's Room (pt4) "‘Things seem a little rough, but it’s good he’s okay,’ Yuuya murmurs to Ace and Deuce, but they do not reply."

Trey's Room (pt5) "‘It was because of Housewarden Rosehearts? What do you mean?’ Deuce asks."

Yuuya in Class "‘We’ve got that strategy meeting at lunch today—Yuu, Grim, you two gotta come, all right? No running off. The Housewarden isn’t mad anymore, so don’t be so freaked out.’"

The accidents befalling Spelldrive players "‘Yuu will come with me.’ ‘Eh? 'Yuu will come with me?’’ Yuuya echoes Riddle’s words back at him with a puzzled look."

Meeting Jade and Floyd (pt1) "'Jade Leech and Floyd Leech, twin second-year students. Jade is vice-housewarden of Octavinelle—he is also in my class.'"

Meeting Jade and Floyd (pt2) "‘Ah!’ A loud call echoes out over the grounds. 'Over there—isn’t that Lil' Goldfish?’"

Meeting Jade and Floyd (pt3) "‘Ah, nice to meet you. I’m…’ ‘Yuu-san, I believe. I have heard of you. It is an honor to meet the new student of the rumors.’"

Meeting Jade and Floyd (pt4) "Yuuya finally understands why Riddle looked so displeased when they first arrived."

Meeting Silver and Lilia (pt1) "Silver is often doing physical training, even on days when he has no club activities."

Meeting Silver and Lilia (pt2) "Silver accepts the towel with a casual ‘thank you,’ and wipes the sweat from his forehead. The birds chirp back, as though in response."

Meeting Silver and Lilia (pt3) "Lilia is as cheerful as he is lively. His sweeping gestures are so mismatched with his small stature that Yuuya cannot help but smile."

Riddle on Malleus "‘Someday, I'd like to ask Malleus-senpai what he thinks makes a good Housewarden.’"

Pre-Practice Match (pt1) “Perhaps it is because they are all so focused, but no one seems to have noticed them yet."

Pre-Practice Match (pt2) "The students who surround Yuuya's group are a mix of beast-people and others, each with impressive physiques and vibrant yellow shirts—the dorm color—stretched tight over their muscles."

Pre-Practice Match (pt3) "Only Ruggie makes a chuckle of sound, jogging to Leona’s side."

Pre-Practice Match (pt4) "Yuuya gives Cater a hopeful glance, but Cater’s expression is surprisingly stern."

Pre-Practice Match (pt5) "‘Shi-shi-shi!’ Ruggie laughs like air is escaping from him—a unique sound."

Spelldrive Practice Match (pt1) "Deuce is about to respond when suddenly both he and Ace are enveloped in light, their school uniforms transforming into their gym clothes."

Spelldrive Practice Match (pt2) "Colliding with another player Deuce tumbles onto the ground, but quickly regains his feet. Yuuya breathes a sigh of relief."

Spelldrive Practice Match (pt3) "'This has got to be a joke. You mocking me?’ Leona asks, lifting one hand and forming it into a fist."

Spelldrive Practice Match (pt4) "As Cater says, the unity of the Savanaclaw students—led by Leona—is overwhelming."

Spelldrive Practice Match (pt5) "Spelldrive is a timed sport, and a considerable amount of time still remains."

Leona and Jack (pt1) "It was three years ago, when Jack was still in middle school."

Leona and Jack (pt2) "‘The important thing isn’t how hard you try. It’s the result. Results are everything.’"

Leona and Jack (pt3) "Filled with frustration and sorrow, Jack clenches his hands into fists and leaves to return to the dorm, in silence."

Meeting Malleus (pt1) "‘Who's there?’ ‘Ah—' Suddenly, a voice from the darkness."

Meeting Malleus (pt2) "Yuuya quickly drops his eyes. Regardless of what those horns might be, it must be uncomfortable for one to have their physical attributes stared at in such a manner. Perhaps he has been rude."

Naming Malleus (pt1) "‘—and I guess it’s because I was so surprised, but I didn’t get any sleep at all last night.’"

Naming Malleus (pt2) "'The only reason you can say that is because you’ve never met Hornton.’"

Continued >>

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mqverick · 11 months ago

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“if you hold me tight, it's alright

let the fire ignite.”

─── ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ───

Jerry fucking Maguire. The man with the vision, the most known sports agent in the town, the guy who could set his mind into something and actually achieve it, even if it meant costing him the money for a once in a lifetime opportunity. Jerry Maguire, who was very openly a flirt, a cocky bastard, a pretentious loser and a little bit of a crazy person with unrealistic ambitions.

That’s who you had to work with and it both physically and mentally hurt you. You hated his guts, always had. You didn’t know a lot about him, just the basics and the ones written on the papers or spoken on the telly, but those few were enough for your mind to build up the rest of his personality, which you were not a big fan of.

God. You hated yourself for being so sentimental, but Jerry had just gotten fired and he looked sweaty and alone and miserable — not to mention how he’d literally fished out Flipper in front of everybody while completely losing every single remaining of his dignity through that ridiculous speech, at which everyone has been holding laughs back from, and you’d found yourself growing rather empathetic to his embarrassment, so you’d yelled out that you were going with him.

All eyes had been on you, strange looks, muffled snickers, even your friends at the office had warned you to sit your ass back where it had been for the past couple of years, with a secure future.

But no, you just had to save Jerry some of the embarrassment. You were currently in the elevator with him, awkward silence building up between the two of you as he fiddled around.

“Thought you hated me,” you heard him utter shyly. You glared at him, noticing the ungrateful choice of words after you’d just publicly humiliated yourself for him.

“Hate doesn’t exist in professionalism, Maguire. I’m strongly opposed against your idealism and quite frankly, not exactly fond of you either,” you replied sharply, not daring to look directly at him.

“Hm, so much for hate not existing.”

“But, I refuse to work for a bunch of fucking hippie hypocrites like Sugar. And you know, if it weren’t for me, no one would have had your back in there. Not even your precious assistant.”

Jerry gave you a weak, tight-lipped smile as he raised the bag with Flipper in it in the air. “From now on, the fish will symbolize a better future.”

You unintentionally chuckled, hurrying to put a straight face back on as you cleared your throat, wondering how the hell he managed to sound so drunk without having had the tiniest drop of alcohol in his body all day.

“You’re stupid,” you whispered under your breath, thankfully loud enough that it only reached your own ears.

“Thank you, you know,” Jerry turned to you, holding out his hand for you to take. “I honestly thought no one would believe in me.”

“Prove to me that you can be alone and then you’ll thank me, Jerry,” you spoke, moving past him and ignoring his hand as the doors opened.

That same evening, the moment you reached your home, you collapsed against the door, face buried in your hands as you mentally slapped and kicked yourself. What the fuck had you gone and done? Trusting Jerry fucking Maguire, Jerry Ma-fucking-uire, as Avery liked to call him. You were screwed, hopeless and at the mercy of the person you swore you wanted to erase from the universe.

But his mission statement had inspired you.

He spoke words that the others back at the office weren’t ready to hear, truths, facts, goals, dreams. That was the Jerry Maguire you quit your job for and maybe it wouldn’t be the messy waste of potential that your brain had pictured.

Except when you thought that things could actually possibly work out, Jerry found out that Cush and his family had signed a contract with Bob Sugar behind his back, and everything had returned back to the crap hole where it had began. With a single client hanging on by a thread, Jerry was wrecked and so were you.

Your life was destroyed, you’d decided.

Maybe acting out on those amateur pole dancing lessons that your older cousin had taught you back when you were 17 wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Jerry’s backup people were falling down like flies. Everyone was dropping him, first his own company, then Cush and eventually — which came as the biggest surprise — Avery.

You and Rod were his only hope.

For days now, you’d been rehearsing in front of your mirror how you’d tell him that you were dropping him as well. You were done, wouldn’t allow yourself to go bankrupt for a petty sad man.

It was either 9 o’clock or midnight, you couldn’t be arsed to check, because your favourite show was on TV and the commodity of your couch and blanket was comfortable enough to have you watching with your eyes half-lidded — when you heard a series of playful yet lazy knocks on your door. You groaned at the noise, not bothering to get into your slippers as you slid your sock-covered feet across the entrance, peeking through the door to see who was feeling rather silly in the middle of the night.

Of course it would be him. Who else?

For a second, you considered not opening the door for him. See if he’d stay there, in that pathetic posture of him, fingers running through his fucked up hair as he shivered just a little from being undressed in such a chilly weather. But then again, you’d already thrown your career away for him, so what gives?

“Hellooooo,” he said happily as you let him inside, grinning from ear to ear. The smell of booze hung in the atmosphere as he lazily wandered through the living room, smiling at your furniture and bursting into uncontrollable chuckles. You wished someone would shoot you — or rather him.

“Have you ever heard of a little something called, oh, I don’t know, calling before showing up at my front yard like the drunk fucking tooth fairy?” you gritted through your teeth. Jerry seemed unfazed.

“Mmm, someone’s… m-mad.”

“What are you doing here, Maguire?” you asked with a sigh, already growing tired of the sight of him. “And care to explain why you’re wearing alien sunglasses during nighttime?”

Jerry laughed as he pointed as his glasses, before removing them to reveal a swollen black eye with a huge cut next to it. You gasped when you saw it, concern washing over you as you rushed to his side for a better look.

“I, um, broke up with Avery.”

Damn, you certainly had not pegged Avery for the violent type. “Too bad, huh,” you mumbled, disappearing into the kitchen in search of an ice tray and a glass of water. When you walked back inside the living room, you found Jerry staring at the fishbowl that was placed on top of your fireplace, muttering something to Flipper, who was swimming without any worries.

“I fucking hate that fish,” he admitted and you held back a laugh as you gestured for him to sit down on the couch.

“What’s going on, Jerry?”

He shrugged. “Honestly? I don’t know. For the past few weeks, I’ve been watching my life fall apart right in front of my eyes. I’m finished. I am fucked! I’m a cautionary tale for everyone, no one trusts me because of that stupid mission statement I wrote after having what I think was two slices of cold, expired pizza and the worst of all is that you and Rod are the only people in my life that ever believed in me. Why are you even still with me? Why haven’t you dropped me yet?”

Your gaze softened and you opted for silence as you carefully let your hand graze the soft skin on his cheek, laying his head back against the couch. You brought the ice cub near his eyelid, feeling him wince as the cold material made contact with the still fresh wound. Jerry closed his eyes, trying to let himself relax against your touch.

“Wanna know why I haven’t left you, Jerry?” you asked and he nodded hesitantly in response. “Because what you think is a stupid memo made me realize that you have more potential than you give yourself credit for. You have something more than a need to succeed, you have a vision. You’re not just doing it for a money and in my brutally honest opinion, you’re more than just a man hiding behind a silver suit.”

You caught him smile at your words.

“You really mean that?”

Your contained smile barely lifted the corners of your mouth as you felt a certain warmth build up on your reddened cheeks. Sure, you’d seen Jerry smile before, but the gentleness and innocence that his soft, genuine beam wore was something you’d never witnessed before in your life. His two front teeth were visible through it and it tugged at your so far cold heartstrings, heating them up.

Your heart was hammering against your chest and your mind had gotten foggy along the way, which was partly the reason why your breath got caught in your throat the very moment you noticed that Jerry’s look had changed. “Do you mean that?” he repeated, this time more lowly.

“I’m still not fond of you.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”

You gulped, eyes fixated on his own green ones, which you swore were sparkling under the dim light of your sort of broken lamp. “Yes, I mean it.”

There it was again, that smile. Except this time it had something more to it that you couldn’t read (that you wouldn’t allow yourself to read, because you’d had your own share of drinks that evening and they had left just the right amount of courage in your body to do something stupid and regretful for the next day to feel embarrassed about.)

“What have I ever done to you?”

Jerry’s question sent your dreamy train of thoughts out of the rails, snapping you back into the reality of the things. “What?”

“You don’t like me. Why? What have I done?”

“Frankly, I thought you were just a pretentious jackass like Sugar. Maybe slightly less worse than him, but still pretty much a scumbag. Not to mention that your outbursts make me believe you’ve escaped out of some sort of mental institution centre.”

You never expected Jerry to lunge himself forward and knock the air out of you as his arms wrapped tightly against your sides, squeezing as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. Unsure of what to do, you froze in position, hands stuck uncomfortably on the couch, balling into fists as you bit down on your lip, waiting to breathe again after he pulled away with a hint of disappointment and gloom.

“Not a hugger?” he questioned.

“I just don’t want to be hugging you.”

“Ah, the heartwarming words of kindness.”

“I’m one step away from kicking you out of my house, Maguire. I don’t care if you’re drunk, it’s not my responsibility to take care of you or whatever you think this is. Want a place to crash, then you’re more than welcome to use my phone and third wheel Rod and his family.”

“I like that you’re honest.”

You blinked in surprise. How much had he chugged down before he decided to come over?

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s a quality I’ve never fully owned, you know?”

“You don’t say.”

Jerry didn’t say anything, just looked at you longingly, a silent conversation passing between the two of you. Then suddenly, “No one ever listens to me. When I’m with you, even though you say you hate me, I feel like you understand.”

Gosh, you couldn’t stand him. Was he really so desperate and unable to hold his own that he had to throw himself to whoever showed him the slightest sign of interest? “Jerry, stop.”

“All my life, all I’ve tried to do is talk. Really talk. And it’s not that people don’t listen, it’s that they don’t want to listen. Whatever I have to say just goes straight in and out of their ears. I spoke through my mission statement and you were the only one that actually heard.”

“Don’t.”

You felt your heart momentarily stop as Jerry moved closer to you, his lips alight on your cheek as if a ghost was gently stroking your skin in a silent confession that was so much deeper than what came through the surface.

“I’ll call a taxi. Thanks for not kicking me out. You know, tonight and, uh, generally speaking. I promise I’ll make everything work again and it’ll all be worth it,” he added before placing another kiss on your face, this time on your forehead. Jerry waved goodbye to you as he walked outside and for a strange reason, you found yourself fighting with a newfound desire and urge to both push him in front of a car and never have to see any of him anymore or set fire on the taxi he’d called and invite him back into your home to spend the night. You did neither, didn’t even have the words to say goodnight to him as you heard the door close, signalling that he’d finally left.

What time was it anyway? It felt like he’d been sitting beside you for what seemed like eternity.

The following day at work, you could say that you’d officially lost every will to live. Rod was yelling like crazy, as per usual, which was not helping your raging headache due to the lack of sleep you’d gotten over the night. Jerry Maguire occupying your brain into nightmares wasn’t exactly a chamomile and plate of chocolate chip cookies to help you drift in slumber.

Speaking of, Jerry had just asked you to come into his office, which was the sort of situation you’d been dreading ever since he’d left from your place last night.

“Asked to see me?” you called, voice cracking a little near the end of your sentence, which probably gave you away — fuck’s sake.

“Yeah, um, I wanted to talk,” he tensely replied.

“If it’s about…”

“It’s about last night,” he completed with a jittery tone. “Look, I brought you in a difficult moment. I was drunk and lonely and had no idea what was going on — I didn’t mean to show up like that.”

“Jerry, it’s fine,” you tried to cut him off, putting an end to the already painfully uncomfortable conversation before any other late night actions were mentioned, but apparently, Jerry had plans of his own.

“No, let me finish. I’m sorry I came over without warning and I’m also sorry for taking advantage of… you know, whatever was going through the atmosphere at said moment. But, uh, I feel like I need to let you know that I did and do appreciate everything you said and did for me last night, it was really nice to, um, hear something honest.”

Jerry glanced down at his lap, fingers fidgeting with the pen he was holding. You dared to take a quick look at him, just to see why he refused to meet your gaze, but the lighting from the blinds was dark enough to hide the blooming bush on his cheeks.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, that’s all.”

“Okay,” you got up from your seat and were about to leave him alone in his thoughts, but your feet subconsciously stopped moving for a second and your body turned towards him as you cleared your throat in order to catch his attention. “Next time you show up at my place in the middle of the night, consider giving me a call first.”

You hurried outside, cursing your mouth for being such a pain in the neck. Whatever professionalism you and Jerry had shared was now long gone.

What you missed, though, was the relieved sigh and small smile that crept into his face when you left the unspoken invitation hanging in the air.

───

It had started getting better with Jerry. A few days (or was it weeks? You couldn’t really tell, because whenever he was around, you’d lose track of time) had passed and what had begun as great hatred for him had turned into tolerance and slight fondness. It was weird how sometimes you’d catch yourself watching Jerry walking away or Jerry smiling or Jerry panicking through the phone — for that matter. The man had gotten under your skin into a worryingly quick time.

For once again, as accustomed to, everything went to hell the moment he came across the struggle of yet another emotional meltdown. Rod was losing and the recruiters and reporters seemed unimpressed with him, which Jerry handled poorly, unable to imagine a scenario where Bob Sugar was laughing at his face for being what his ex fiancée had so successfully described him as; a fucking loser.

He was alone, pissed off with Rod, pissed off with Sugar, with his job, with the company, the circumstances of his daily fucked up life, with you, but mostly with his own self.

You could see he was letting himself have it and this time, you wouldn’t risk it again. So you decided to do what you thought was moral and announce to him that you’d been offered another job opportunity, which you wouldn’t decline.

“You’re leaving me?” he asked in disbelief, wearing that stupid pair of sunglasses again.

“Look at you, Jerry! You’re fucked, how the fuck am I supposed to think you can afford to have me when you don’t even know what you’re doing?”

“Fine! Be like all the others, then, go the fuck on. I don’t need you here anyway. You said it; I don’t know what to do, well you’re fucking right!”

Jerry was shouting and throwing fists at the wall, eyes widened and red, holding back fearful tears.

“You don’t know what it’s like to be me out here. It is an up-at-dawn, pride swallowing siege that I will never fully tell you about, okay? You don’t know anything about my fucking life!”

“And nor am I interested to!” you yelled, throwing your purse across the room, almost hitting him. “You know, if I had even one shred of respect for you before, it’s now kissed goodbye,” you added in a much calmer tone before leaving him, sniffling and holding back hot tears that burned through your eyes. You let them free once you home, streaming down your face like lava.

You didn’t even know what you were crying for.

Last time you checked, you didn’t care about Jerry Maguire raising his voice at you. Last time you checked, you were just a simple accountant who worked for Sports Management International, barely acknowledging his existence.

It was late when the phone rang and after a series of sobs and thousands of tissue packets filling up the rubbish bins, you wondered who it could be.

“Hello?”

“You told me to call.”

He surely heard the hitch sound your breath made when his voice echoed in your head.

“Maguire?”

“Yeah. I know it’s late again and I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to bother you, because I really, really do. I need to see you, please. It’ll only be a minute, just give me a chance.”

It sounded as though he’d been crying as well, voice raspy, weak, chocked.

“Get lost. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“That’s fine, you don’t need to. I’ll talk enough for both of us. Can I come over? You won’t even notice when I’ll be gone, it’ll be that quick.”

A short inhale, then; “Fine.”

When he arrived, he looked like a mess. His eyelashes looked darker and red, eyes puffy and blurry. His hair was all over the place and you could make out the fact that he was struggling to keep his breathing steady, his lips drawn in tightly. The sight of him in that state almost made you burst into tears all over again.

“Hi,” he greeted lowly, afraid of his voice cracking.

“You have five minutes, Jerry.”

What sort of torture was this? Being just a breath away from breaking down in front of him, making a complete loser move and humiliating yourself, you stared at the ceiling above you, biting so roughly down on your lip that you thought you tasted a bit of blood (but that was just you being dramatic about the whole situation.)

“Five minutes? I’m trying to apologize, I can’t do this being timed! Listen, I—I wanted to say that I was stupid about everything I said earlier, I was having an existential crisis and there were so many emotions bottled up and it just flooded. Flooded all over my brain, which caused me not to think straight, so I took it out on you and—”

Jerry was cut off by the loud thud of your door getting shut. You ignored his restless knocking, walking back into the living room, drawing the thick curtains together when he tried to catch your attention from the windows as well. It took him a great deal of time to eventually give up, motioning to you something that you couldn’t quite understand at first. His hands were moving in a way as though he was saying he slipped something under your door and damn you for believing that the curiosity killed the cat.

When he got out of sight, you tiptoed slowly to the door, grabbing what seemed to be a wrinkly napkin. You wiped your tearing up eyes and read what he’d written on it.

‘You’re right. I do drive people away, but I can’t afford to do that to you too.’

“Jerry Maguire!” you called loudly after him after running outside to catch up with him. Thankfully, he hadn’t gone too far, freezing still at the sound of your voice. He turned around to double check that it wasn’t some sort of mirage his mind was playing on him and let out an exhausted laugh of relief as he walked quickly toward you, grabbing you into a soul crushing hug. He was so tightly pressed up against you that you thought you’d merge into one person, but you couldn’t care enough, returning the intensity of the hug right back.

“Please, just hang on for a little bit more. I’m going to make everything up to you, I can’t fucking lose you, I—” he stopped mid-sentence, stunned at himself as he began pulling away, hands still holding onto your shoulders.

You urged him to continue, clueless about why he’d so abruptly cut himself off just to look at you. It was giving you the creeps, the silence and darkness outside allowing the light breeze to be heard into your eardrums like a loud parade. Jerry was looking at you with such fragility and it hurt that you couldn’t read him, couldn’t understand what was going through that head of his.

His pupils were dilated, blown and dark, causing the green irises to glow under the gloominess of the sky. Jerry was looking at you almost as if…

No. No — this was just your mind being sick.

Jerry left as suddenly and coldly as he’d abandoned his previous sentence, out of any excuses and explanations. You couldn’t bare to question anything, simply leaving it to the way he had, hanging in the air, playing tricks with your imagination, giving you hope for something that you couldn’t fully comprehend either.

Three days later, you accidentally caught yourself shamelessly overhearing him ask Rod how to be able to tell if he’d fallen in love.

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You were certain that the universe had chosen to make it your destiny to lose and hate Jerry Maguire. It was always one step forward and a whole road trip back. There were moments, many of them, where you thought that the thin line between hate and love had been crossed, but it ended up showing that you couldn’t have been more wrong, ultimately always screwing up — either him or you, you were tired of keeping score at this point — what seemed to make your heart flutter like you were leaving into the dream of a hopeless, predictable romcom movie.

Jerry was hot and cold.

You were up and down.

It was pointless, had been ever since the beginning. You kept losing him, right when your fingers had just grasped him, he kept slipping. It was neither’s fault really; both occupied with the misfortunes of work, trying to psyche Rod up for his big game, consulting endlessly while trying to maintain the already existing deals, raising the prices, focusing on that one client, showing the money — as Jerry liked to put it.

Under the environmental stress of the job, you and Jerry had been unable to connect the same way you did during all those short lived moments, the late night visits, the sleep disrupting calls.

But then, one day he caught you off guard as you’d just finished your duties and were about to take off, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Do you, um… Are you… I know a great place!”

You stole a quick glance at him and noticed that his fingers were crossed, lips curled into an upward pout, eyes dreamingly bright. There wasn’t much you could say except for pick me up at 8 o’clock. He did exactly as he was told, ringing on your doorbell right on time, but you kept him waiting outside just for a minute, fixing your high heel in a rush. Truth is you’d spent all time trying to figure out the perfect outfit, just for him, just to get to see that one look he’d given you back in that night all over again.

And he did.

When you opened the door to reveal yourself dressed neatly in a velvet black dress that stopped a few inches lower than your thighs, hair flawlessly covering your bare shoulders, Jerry blushed bright red, not sure how to greet you. His jaw was slightly agape in awe, heart pumping fast and loudly against his chest, blood flowing quickly as the butterflies battled in his stomach.

“I— Woah,” he eventually managed. You innocently looked down at yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him but deciding to pretend to be oblivious.

“Is there something wrong?”

“You look… Fuck, you look Audrey Hepburn stunning. I feel like an underdressed jerk.”

That was not true, at least not for you. He was wearing a Sacramento colored shirt, with the top button of the collar undone, revealing a white tee. His pants were a simple beige pair of trousers and for the first time, he showed up at your house with his hair looking surprisingly nice.

You chuckled nervously at his comment, matching the scorching redness on his cheeks.

“Are we actually supposed to be nice to each other now?” you spilled out after a few moments, embarrassed by your choice of words.

“I suppose so. Shall we?” Jerry proposed, handing his shoulder out to you playfully. You slapped it away, hurting both his pride and arm, but the minute you realized the disappointment in his eyes, you mentally took a deep breath and linked your hands together, squeezing unintentionally due to the nervousness, but relaxing as you felt his thumb rub circles on the outside of your palm.

The restaurant he’d chosen was beautiful.

He was a gentleman; helping you get seated, pouring water into your glass, handing you the menu. It almost felt like a real date. In anticipation of the food getting served, you went for a small talk, which felt embarrassingly awkward.

“So, uh, how do you know this place?”

“Took Avery here on the third date, I think?”

“Ah.”

Jerry noticed your uneasiness and reached for your hand that was on the table.

“I don’t want to talk about her tonight, though. I’ve got a beautiful woman with me already.”

Your eyes widened comically and you slipped your hand away from his, scratching the back of your neck. “Look, Jerry, I thought this would be a nice way to get to finally know you, you know?”

“It is! I’ll help you get to know me. At work I’ve been all over the fucking place, you probably think I’m insane or something, but, uh, I swear, I’m actually a decent person.”

“Are you? You’ve done nothing to prove me otherwise.”

“I am. Besides, you said that my mission statement inspired you. I wrote that from the heart, put all my thoughts and dreams in there, so I guess I have in fact proven you otherwise.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

You gulped in order to gain the confidence to utter the question out, looking deep into his gorgeous green eyes as you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. “That night, when you came into my house drunk — I just can’t help but wonder why did you come to me instead of Rod? Or anyone else for that matter.”

Jerry tensed up, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He looked as if he was about to confess something and just the thought made your knees jittery.

“As I said that same night, I feel like you understand me in a level no one else does. I was lonely and miserable and had no idea to do with my life and suddenly you were the first person that came into my mind, so I decided to pay you an unwanted visit. The reason I didn’t call was because I know how you feel about me and I could only imagine that you would’ve held a negative attitude if I asked to come over through the phone, so, that’s pretty much how it goes. You’ve been in my mind ever since.”

“Oh, Jerry,” you mouthed in a dazzling tone. No, you couldn’t do this. “Jerry, we need to stop.”

He looked at you through furrowed brows.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m taking about this. It’s been happening for almost a month now and all I know is that it’s confusing me, but I know for one thing that I can’t bare to put myself through something that I know will end up hurting me. It’s not your fault and it’s not mine either — it’s just our nature. I’m not build like this; I can’t just tiptoe back and forth into whatever the fuck this is, it needs to stop.”

Jerry was more confused than ever, feeling his own eyes well up at the sight of the first tear rolling down your cheek. “What happened?”

“You know what, Jerry — and for fuck’s sake, quit staring at me like I’m your entire world or something!” you said, your voice subconsciously raising. You got up from the chair and roamed through your purse for your wallet, leaving a bunch of money bills on the table as you hesitantly walked over to where he was.

“So what, you just stop talking to me?”

“You and I are both aware that an end needs to be put in this and you’re not strong enough for it, so I’m going to be the one to do it.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

“It’s not your call,” you whispered, leaning down and taking his head in your hands, pressing it softly against your stomach as you leaned down to place a lingering kiss on the top of it.

“Please don’t leave me,” you heard Jerry choke out, his hands encircling your waist, afraid to let you go.

“You need to focus on Rod. Big game’s coming up and you can both do it. You’ll have a brilliant career, Jerry, I truly believe that and you’ll always have all my support, but you’re just going to have to do this on your own,” were your last words before you walked away, leaving him behind, wrecked, people staring not so discreetly as he held behind the sobs of the following two weeks.

───

Rod was finally getting to be a big deal. Jerry’s career had blossomed again, just as you’d promised to him. Everything in his life was going perfectly — then why did he feel so fucking empty inside? Watching Rod with his family made him hurt, reminiscing about the way you’d left him that day at the restaurant. Hadn’t been able to reach out to you ever since.

Jerry Maguire realised he was in love when his client called him in the spotlight to pose along with him. Nothing like that had ever occurred to him before and it felt so surrealistic, yet so true at the same time. He needed you to be there with him, needed to hear your voice, see you smile. Listen to you say that you were proud of him or even glare at him as if you wanted to burn a hole through his head and finish him.

Jerry was in love with you and it dwelled on him how much he’d actually been missing you.

Not caring about anything, he ran to the airport, knowing he had to make things right. The flight back home was killing him, time passing disgustingly slow for his liking. When he finally got off, he almost tripped towards his way to the taxi station. Precisely forty three minutes and ten seconds, he was finally standing outside of your door, his luggage thrown over his shoulder as he simply stared forward, unable to move.

Was he really doing this?

According to his bachelor video, the only thing he was great at was friendships. But he’d just taken off with his career and he needed to fulfil all the promises he’d made, so there he was, knocking on your door for once more. If you decided you still didn’t want him, then he’d go forever.

“Hello — oh.”

His breath disappeared when he saw you. How long had it really been? You were surprised, not expecting him at all. Your movements were limited, limbs completely in shock as you scooted away to let him in. Your mind was short circuiting as he looked around the place like nothing had happened, like the two of you hadn’t had talked in — was it months? Or just weeks that felt like decades?

“Hello. If this is where it has to happen, then this is where it has to happen,” Jerry began. You cocked your head in confusion, staring blankly at him. “I'm not letting you get rid of me. How about that? This used to be my specialty. You know, I was good in a living room. They’d send me in there, and I’d do it alone. And now I just... But tonight, our little project, our company had a very big night — a very, very big night. But it wasn’t complete, wasn’t nearly close to being in the same vicinity as complete, because I couldn’t share it with you. I couldn’t hear your voice or laugh about it with you. I missed you, I missed having you around. We live in a cynical world, and we work in a business of tough competitors. I love you. You complete me. And I just —”

“Shut up,” you mustered through tears. “Just shut up. You had me at ‘hello’.” And before you even knew what was happening, you were walking towards him, crashing your lips onto his hard with a fervent need you’d never known before. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to his body as he smiled through the kiss, feeling you reciprocate the action. Both you and Jerry were still crying, unable to hold back the tears of what could’ve happened ages ago if either of you had had the balls to actually pursue it.

But neither of you cared.

Because you were finally kissing Jerry Maguire and your life felt complete, just as he’d described. He completed you and you completed him and the feeling had you melting against him, knees buckling, mind dizzy from his words and his scent and the way he so perfectly belonged against your lips. Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as he pulled away, trying to catch his breath.

“I love you so much. I’ve loved you ever since you came with me when I got fired. I wouldn’t be where I am right now without you,” Jerry said, leaning his forehead against yours as he cupped your cheeks, holding you gently and lovingly.

“I love you Jerry Maguire.”

FIN.

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adelaidedrubman · 1 year ago

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it’s serving absolute wednesday

i was tagged on this particular wednesday by my dears @nightbloodbix @cassietrn @deputyash @inafieldofdaisies @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat to share a wip! (and by folks last week too i think but scrolling through notifs hard so apologies for any double tags for those who just posted and obviously no pressure).

unfortunately have not been able to write much this week due to the Week of it all, so fished up (haha) a hl&s chapter 4 excerpt i have already posted a little bit of before (if you saw it pretend i didn’t).

And she wore the wide, toothy grin of a bear with a fresh caught salmon between her paws as she shucked off her shirt, single auburn brow quirked up as she held it out to him as if offering food to a cub. “Think you can get dressed all by yourself like a big boy, too?” When he didn’t immediately respond, she thrust a hand against his chest to push him back flat against the fence again, shoving the collar over his head herself. “I’ve got it from here,” he bit out, elbowing her away. “Thank you for all the unrequested manhandling.”

“Funny way of saying ‘emergency medical care,’” she grunted, crossing her arms over her barely covered chest. “And a fine of job of it, too, you could fucking add. You’ll still need to find a real doctor eventually to pluck out the fishing line and super glue everything back together, but I’m sure you can manage a few more weeks of not buying a new boat to afford the co-pay on glorified Elmer’s. So long as you’re up to date on your tetanus shots, everything’ll heal up just fine. I did good stitchwork.” “Go to a real doctor, you say?” he replied, forcing a hint of condescension back into his tone as he poked shaking arms through sleeves. “Does that mean you fancy yourself something of an amateur? A would-be? Perhaps a failed ambition, before you chose to cast your lot amongst trout and speeding tickets?” She flashed him a sweet, dimple framed smile clearly meant to exaggerate the straining of a patience she’d never actually once exercised. “It means I’m someone who usually has to settle for doing my own first aid,” she chimed brightly, swinging her head away from him. “My fuckin’ condolences. I understand that must be a scary new experience for you.” “So I shouldn’t use the satellite phone I’ve been hiding this entire time to summon the private jet I keep on retainer to fly me straight to the Mayo Clinic over this?” he hummed, sparing a brief, belated glance to the freshly-tended wound as he pulled the borrowed shirt down over his chest. She wasn’t wrong — she did well enough. The skin had the sheen of thorough cleaning, her stitchwork tight but precise in its binding. There had certainly been far worse done by his own immature hand in its day, faded silken webs of scarring memorializing unsteady job of a sewing needle and thread in the dark of his childhood bedroom forking out and framing the fresh set of stitches. Mementos she’d also seen, it occurred to him in retrospect as he tugged the hem of the shirt down, stopping just below his navel to leave a small sliver of stomach exposed above his waistband. And perhaps that was the source of her arrogance about her own work — heartless, smug little thing she was. Yes, he knew the likes of her, knew that every little act of seeming kindness was merely an opportunity to cruelly poke and prod for her own amusement. Right down to the shirt given off her back — still smelling of her, he noted, tilting his head down as he rubbed the fabric of the collar between his fingers to stir up the scent.

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#and nobody was projecting anything and everyone had a good day of fishing #wip

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nsfwordwitch · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023 Day 27

Prompt: Double Penetration, Two Holes

Pairing: Halsin x Astarion x nonbinary tiefling Tav

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🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

"Halsin will be here in a few days."

"Oh, marvelous. I've been thinking about the big side of beef lately."

"Have you?"

"Mm. I...well."

"What is it?"

Astarion marks his place in his book and sets it aside. He looks at Weft, certain a blush would rise in his cheeks if it could. "I've been thinking I'd like to receive from him."

It takes Weft a moment to process the statement. "Oh!"

"It doesn't have to be a big deal."

"Well, no, not necessarily. But it's alright if it is a big deal."

He pouts at them. "I'm afraid it is a big deal."

"Oh, sweetheart!" They wrap their arms around him, and he's enveloped in their smell, the feel of their skin. "What brought this on?"

"What brought on a desire to get fucked within an inch of my life by our enormous paramour?" He gives them a faux-thoughtful look and they laugh. "The desire has always been there. I suppose that, after the last time we saw him, I greater appreciated how much...trust he has in us."

"Gods! That was something, wasn't it?"

"So I've been ruminating. I'd like him to understand his trust is not misplaced."

"You must really trust him, now, too."

Astarion sighs. "Apparently so."

"If you're only doing it as a gesture..."

"No no, I do want to. I am concerned I may...change my mind once it starts."

"I'll be right there, my love. Neither of us wants you to do something you don't want to."

He smiles at them and draws a thumb across their cheekbone, no words for his appreciation and affection.

"It's never too late to change your mind."

"I know," he says with exasperation. The sincerity is becoming a little much. "Now get me warmed up for the old man, why don't you?"

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"Halsin. I'd like you to take me."

Halsin gives him a surprised smile. "You would?"

Weft and Astarion are leaning against their headboard, he in their arms. Halsin is kneeling at the opposite end, ready to devour or be devoured as they request. This specific request does seem to have thrown him, something Astarion is always pleased to do. He smiles up at him.

"Do you think you can do that for me, Halsin?" he purrs. He sees Halsin's eyes flick up to Weft's, and an actual blush rises in his cheeks.

"Was this your idea, my heart?"

"Gods no, this was all him."

Astarion studies Halsin. "Am I sensing, perhaps, that this is an act of debauchery you have been eager for, Halsin?" He slides out of Weft's arms and kneels in front of him. "Something the two of you have discussed without me?"

"I was advised that, if I wished for it, it would be best to await your suggestion."

Astarion turns to look at Weft, who takes a mock bow. "How sweet of them," he says, and turns back to Halsin. He's really not sure how to proceed, now that they're here. He is still nervous. He is still afraid his old habits will kick in and he'll let anything happen. But...gods. He wants it. He takes Halsin's hand, interlacing their fingers, and he can feel Halsin's blood pounding.

"I may tell you to stop."

"Then I will stop."

"Very well. From behind, if you please."

"As you wish."

Halsin wraps his arm around Astarion's waist and kisses him, and Astarion melts into his embrace. Halsin's hand travels down his back, fingers thread between his cheeks. When Halsin reaches his hole, Astarion shivers in delight and anticipation.

"Get that oil of yours," he breathes.

"Weft–?" Halsin says.

"On it." Weft climbs off the bed and returns in a flash. They hand the bottle to Halsin, and he gently presses on Astarion's shoulders to turn him around.

Astarion stretches out on the bed, spreading for Halsin. His face lands on Weft's thigh where they're kneeling in front of him, and he looks up at them. They're watching him so, so closely.

"I'm here," he murmurs at them, "I swear."

"I'm with you," they reply, placing their hand on his cheek.

"Astarion," Halsin says, and they both turn to him. His hand has two oiled fingers hovering near Astarion's ass. "I don't wish to surprise you."

"Mm, I'm open to good surprises." He smiles at Halsin and shakes his ass.

Halsin chuckles. "You've already given me one." He draws a circle around Astarion's hole, making him shiver, then drives both fingers in at once.

Astarion hums in pleasure and looks back to Weft. Though their cheeks are high in color, he senses trepidation in them. He opens his mouth against their thigh, dragging his fangs lightly across their skin. Why does he always want something in his mouth when there's something in his ass?

"Don't be jealous, my darling," he says, cheek pressed to their skin.

"Oh? And which of you am I meant to be jealous of?"

"Halsin, obviously." This makes them laugh, and he's relieved.

"Hm, perhaps I'm enjoying you being someone else's problem for once."

"I'm sure I'll trouble you before the night is through. Oh, mm." He looks back at Halsin. "You're sure that's still just your fingers?"

"Believe me, Astarion, you will know when I switch."

"Mhm? Show me."

Halsin gives him a solid look, unwavering and searching. It makes his chest swell. He shifts his arms, wrapping them around Weft's legs, and nods at Halsin.

Astarion releases a shaky moan as Halsin's cock enters him. Oh, he can tell the difference alright. He's being stretched to his limit, and it's everything he wanted. He braces himself against Weft's thigh, his cheek digging into them with each thrust from Halsin. Their fingers are in his hair, and they're cooing gentle praise at him. And he agrees. He's doing so good.

A mad pleasure pulses through him, and he's grateful there's no need to express it because he could not find the words. He finds that he's drawing his tongue up the inside of Weft's thigh, and they're shivering under him.

"Weft," he says, and his voice comes out thick like honey. He looks up into their eyes. They search him for distress and he prays they don't imagine any.

"All good?" they ask.

"Yes. Weft, I–don't you dare!" He turns his head to look at Halsin over his shoulder. "Don't you dare stop." When Halsin picks up speed again, he looks back to Weft.

"My love. I want you in my mouth."

"You aren't serious."

"Weft I need you in my mouth. Mnm!" Halsin pumped deep into him at that, and it thrills him. "Now."

He sees them look to Halsin, some communication passing between them. He eyes their erection, twitching so near his face. Weft presses a thumb below his eye and he looks back to them. He hopes he looks as pretty as he thinks he does, enough they'll give him what he's craving.

"How will you tell me if you need to stop?"

He gives his usual answer. "Tap your leg three times."

"Good. Will you open for me?"

He lets his jaw drop, and when their cock hits his tongue, he moans. He lets Halsin's thrusts do the work, pushing and pulling him off of Weft. Their fingers are in his hair again, firm but not pulling. Weft's breathing gets ragged, and a satisfaction passes through him.

He feels full to the brim. His body, of course, but something indefinable, too. Weft's hitched breaths, Halsin's throaty grunts, they make his head spin with joy, and he somehow aches for them, even now, with both of them inside him.

"Halsin," Weft says, and Astarion wishes he could see him. "Keep going. Don't come yet."

"Yes," Halsin says, effort in his voice.

"Mm." Astarion is looking up at Weft, trying to communicate but unwilling to let go of their cock. They look at him.

"What is it, my perfect man?" He rolls his eyes back toward Halsin. "Are you saying it's alright if he comes?" Astarion nods gently. He pulls partway off Weft's cock and then plunges back down. They shiver and stroke his hair. "Do you want Halsin to fuck you until he comes?" He nods again.

They look at Halsin. "You heard him, Halsin. Unleash yourself."

"Yes," Halsin repeats, and his grip on Astarion's hips gets tighter. Astarion moans around Weft's cock as Halsin plunges into him, faster and deeper than before, his stomach and thighs pressing against Astarion's ass. He drinks in the feeling of it, and the feeling of Halsin's come spilling inside him. Halsin falls against him and pulls out, making Astarion shudder. He can feel something dripping down his balls and he relishes it.

Weft gently pulls out of him, too, and guides him to lie on the bed beside them. "You don't want me to finish you?" he asks and they shake their head.

"I want to kiss you." They pull his face to theirs and do just that. Halsin tucks in behind him, throwing an arm over his stomach. He rests his face against Astarion's shoulder and breathes deeply.

Astarion moves his hips, pressing his erection to Weft's, and they respond in kind. Their kisses and movements are languid, as though they are in no hurry. This moment could last forever. Halsin's hand finds the tips of their cocks and they gasp into each other's mouths.

"Is my hand unwelcome?"

"No," Weft says, and Astarion's mouth moves to their neck. "Very welcome."

He cups his hand around their heads and they thrust against it. Astarion comes first, with a soft sound into Weft's collarbone, and they come shortly after. Weft takes Halsin's hand and squeezes it. Halsin pulls closer, shifting them all on the bedspread. Caught between their bodies, Astarion feels utterly whole.

#r-18 #baldur's gate 3 #kinktober 2023 #oc weft #astarion #astarion baldur's gate 3 #halsin #halsin baldur's gate 3

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thdorkmagnet · 28 days ago

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Coveted Confessions (Turtle Tots: Before the Rise)

@flufftober Day 8- Alt Prompt 8- Written But Never Sent

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Chapter Summary: Raph has never once heard Donnie say “I'm sorry.” But that doesn't mean he hasn't apologized.

Duo: Brains and Brawn

A/N: This was another 'Make It Fluffy' alternate prompt and also falls very hard in the hurt/comfort side of things <3

Also I will be skipping ahead a few days for Halloween as there was a prompt I really wanted to get done for the holiday!! Okay enjoy!!

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights belong to them.

“Apologize,” Raph demanded sternly, arms crossed. All serious. Donnie had his back to him, purposely ignoring him as he angrily fiddled with a rubix cube. Raph felt his temper flare to life but fought hard to keep it in check. Getting mad would only make things worse. “I said apologize,” Raph tried again, stepping closer.

Still no answer, but Donnie’s movements were getting sharper and more aggressive as the cube rotated around and around in his hands.

“Donnie,” Raph scolded, his tone warning his brother that he was on his last strike here.

He heard a hiss and Donnie was now violently shoving the blocks of color into place.

“I know you can hear me,” Raph said, leaning down so his shadow fell over his little brother. “Apologize. Now.”

Donnie’s shoulders rose as high as they would go. “No,” he whispered in a voice that said he was about to stop talking altogether if he was pushed. That or bite somebody.

Raph sucked in the biggest breath he could, forcing himself to stay calm, even as his body trembled in pent-up frustration. “Donnie, you know what you did was wrong.”

If Donnie felt any regret or guilt he didn't show it, just continuing to fiddle with his rubix cube. Raph slid a hand down his face, exasperated with his brother and this entire stupid conversation. He wasn’t asking for much, just two simple words, ‘I’m sorry’ why did that have to be so hard? Raph felt his patience wavering to a thin thread. If he didn’t make some progress soon, he was absolutely going to lose it and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen here.

So in the calmest tone he could muster, he asked, “Can you please just give me some kind of answer? I’m really trying here.”

Something in his tone must have gotten through because Donnie did reply, setting his rubix cube down and signing, ‘Not my fault.’

“Yes, it was,” Raph replied, stern. He couldn’t believe the gall on this kid sometimes. “You completely wrecked the kitchen. Mikey is gonna be cleaning cranberry sauce out of the dishes for the next year! Leo looks like a fruit threw up all over him!”

‘It was an experiment,’ Donnie signed back, sharp.

“And one I told you not to do!” Raph shot back, temper boiling over just enough to make him growl. “Which is why you need to apologize. If not to the others, then to me for not listening!”

Donnie’s hands stayed decidedly still at his sides, refusing to answer him in sign. It seemed he’d chosen stubbornly refusing till he died. A typical Donnie response, honestly. Raph didn’t think he’d ever got his genius brother to actually apologize to anyone.

That left Raph with no other option. He hated to do it, easily his least favorite part of being a big brother, but if Donnie was gonna be like this…

“Fine, then you can go to your room and think about what you did.” Ugh, Raph really hated grounding them. It made him feel like the bad guy.

Especially when Donnie finally turned around only to give him a very annoyed glare.

“Unless you want to say something to me first,” Raph continues, hoping Donnie would just listen for once and actually say it.

Instead Donnie’s gaze goes flat and he stands up and walks to his room, fists clenched tight to sides.

Raph sighs and goes to try and clean the mess in the kitchen.

…

It was hours later and Donnie still hadn’t come out of his room to apologize. Raph should have expected it- since his little brother was one of the most stubborn kids alive- but it was still a huge disappointment when there was no offer whatsoever to make amends. Usually there was something after Donnie had time to cool off but today it seemed Donnie was sticking to his guns on the whole ‘being innocent’ thing.

So Raph, being the bigger turtle it seemed, decided to take the initiative and bring Donnie his dinner. Not just because leaving his little brother to starve was something he would absolutely not do no matter how much trouble he was in but also because he hoped round two of talking things out might breed better results. Probably not but a turtle could dream, couldn’t he?

He paused at the threshold, knocking once on the wall to see if he’d get a response. He counted to twenty before silently peeking through the curtain to see if Donnie was actually inside or just giving him the silent treatment.

Turns out it was neither, Donnie instead passed out on his bed, back propped against the wall and head slumped to the side. There was a pile of index cards scattered all over his lap, bed, and floor, so he must have dozed off in the middle of whatever project he was working on.

A small smile playing on his lips, Raph brushed past the curtain and over to his brother on light tip-toe steps. He set the plate down on Don's nightstand for later and gently pulled off his glasses. Setting those aside as well, Raph carefully cupped the back of Donnie's head and guided him down to the soft pillow. The moment his skin touches the silky texture, Donnie sinks deep down into them and sighs in contentment, the snapper watching with an amused expression.

Raph pulls a blanket over him next, making bits of paper flutter to the floor, tucking it just under his chin and Donnie grumbles something in his sleep, rolling over. Afraid he's going to wake the young genius, he begins rubbing soft circles on Donnie's forehead, letting out the quietest rumble he can. Deep sleep takes the softshell quickly and he melts impossibly further into his sleep-warm bed with a slight snore.

Raph’s grin widens and once he’s sure he can remove his hand without waking Donnie, he starts clearing the mess off the bed. He doesn’t bother organizing them, because that’s Donnie’s specialty, but he stacks them as neatly as he can on the nightstand, right next to his bro’s glasses and cold dinner. He does it absently, not really paying attention to what’s written on the index cards- he doubts he’d understand it anyways- but then… one catches his eye.

His name is on it and before he even realizes what he’s doing, Raph’s already reading it.

To Raph,

I’m sorry for tearing your favorite teddy

-Donnie

Raph chokes on air.

The penmanship is crooked and awkward in the way a little kid would write it- how Donnie used to write before he’d learned how to properly hold a pencil- and there’s a little date at the top of the card. And though Raph isn’t great at those, he does remember the incident from years ago.

Donnie and Leo were fighting over Raph’s toys because he’d said they could each have one to sleep with for the night, and once it turned into an all-out tug-of-war, Beary Bearington’s arm had ripped completely off. Raph had cried and Leo had quickly apologized but Donnie had just gone silent and slunk off to his room with what remained of Raph’s precious teddy. A little while later Donnie had returned and silently handed back Beary Bearington, who’s arm had been taped back together. Raph had hugged his little brother so tight Donnie’s feet had come off the ground.

Raph… Raph had no idea Donnie had-

Had he written this back then and just… never given it to him. Had he really kept it all this time?

Raph shuddered just thinking about it. He looked back at the many, many index cards scattered all over the floor and piled on the nightstand and shuddered harder. With dread pooling in his stomach, he picked up another card and anxiously read it.

To Mikey,

I’m sorry for accidentally spilling all your paint and ruining your drawing.

-Donnie

The writing was much cleaner than the last, the date nearly two years later. Raph remembered this incident too, though not as clearly. He remembered hearing his baby brother crying and finding a floor covered in wet paint with Mikey standing in a puddle of it and bawling, a nearly complete drawing now stained with reds and greens. Donnie had just stood there wringing his hands together and not reacting. He’d tried to get Donnie to help clean up the mess but he’d just shook his head and run off to his room again.

Mikey had gone in there later and they’d “hugged it out” according to him so Raph had let the incident go.

Now he was thinking maybe he shouldn't have because apparently neither had Donnie.

Had he shown Mikey the index card or had he hidden it from him like he’d hid the one for Raph?

Raph swallowed hard, he really didn't like where this was going.

He continued sifting through another few cards before he found one detailing an event he recognized.

To Leo,

I’m sorry for calling you the dumbest person on the entire planet. You are at least marginally less dumb than others.

-Donnie

Raph was used to breaking up arguments that got out of hand between his younger twin brothers but this one had been one of the worst. Leo had done really bad at the math sheet Pop’s had given them for school and Donnie had made a joke at Leo’s expense. Only it had actually hurt Leo’s feelings, which left Donnie a scattered mess when the slider yelled something mean and ran off crying. Splinter had gone after Leo which left Raph and Mikey with Donnie. They tried to encourage him to go say he was sorry but Donnie had refused, eventually snapping at them to leave him alone and running off too.

Raph found them a few hours later, cuddling on a large beanbag together and watching cartoons, Leo flipping through one of Donnie’s favorite comic books while Donnie fiddled with the Jupiter Jim action figure that Leo never let anyone play with. They were chattering and laughing and teasing like everything was normal so they must have made up.

So why had Donnie kept this?! Why was he holding onto an age old argument that had already been resolved?

That question lingered as Raph kept flipping and flipping and flipping through the cards, his stomach in painful knots as he read over each one carefully. It seemed like every mistake Donnie had ever made was written there, even pointlessly silly things like eating the last cookie after Mikey called dibs or taking apart the toaster and putting it back together without anyone noticing. It was so sad and unnecessary.

Because even when Donnie didn’t say he was sorry, he always showed it. By repairing what he broke or offering one of his toys for them to play with or making something cool and new just for them. Or, in Raph’s case, just sadly laying his head against his big brother’s chest and letting Raph squeeze and squeeze until he was good and satisfied.

That was a Donnie apology, never said but always known and always felt by the people who loved him.

And didn't he know that was enough?! Didn't he know Raph and his brothers always forgave Donnie? Because of course they did, they were brothers! They could never stay mad at Donnie forever! Raph knew he certainly couldn’t. So why did it seem like maybe Donnie was staying mad at himself by holding onto letters he’d never actually sent?

Finally Raph reached the very last card and he recognized the date scrawled in the corner as today. He almost didn't want to read it but he couldn't stop now that he'd come this far. So plunging ahead, he read the note as fast as possible before he could second guess himself.

To Raph,

It seemed Donnie had scribbled out multiple false starts before settling on:

I'm sorry I didn't say it.

Raph felt his heart plummet to his toes, a deep regret wedging itself tight in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

That was it. That was all it said. It wasn't even signed like the others.

That wasn't at all the apology Raoh had been expecting. He'd thought Don's guilt would be from wrecking the kitchen not… not…

Raph’s breath hitched, the index card crumpling in his hands until it was completely illegible.

Good! He didn't ever want to read those words again. It was painful enough knowing Donnie actually felt that way!

And the only reason he did was because… because…

Raph’s words came flying back at him, sticking to him like tiny needles in the brain.

Just tell him you're sorry.

If you say sorry I'm sure Leo will forgive you.

Hey, hey, it's okay, just tell him you didn't mean it.

Unless you want to say something to me first.

But that- that wasn't at all what Raph had meant. He'd just wanted an apology, any apology, that's all. He didn't think Donnie would take it so literally!

But of course he did, this was Donnie he was talking about! His genius brother was never good at reading between the lines. No wonder he'd kept all these apologies hidden under lock and key. He probably didn't even think he was forgiven!

Raph abruptly scooped all the cards into his hands- completely done with the vile things hurting his little brother- and marched straight over to the little trash can Donnie kept in the corner of his room. He was just about to chunk them when a thought occurred to him.

Would that really help Donnie? Yeah he wouldn't have such an easy way to constantly guilt trip himself- and it would be so insanely satisfying for Raph- but…

It wouldn't change how Donnie felt.

And it wouldn't fix Raph’s mistake.

Raph glanced over at his sleeping brother then back to the pile of paper in his arms before making his decision. It took more than a little mental willpower but he finally managed to open his arms wide, letting the cards flutter to the ground instead of the trash can.

Right, if he was going to fix this he needed a better plan than just destroying evidence.

Admittedly, Raph wasn't very good with plans but he was good at cheering up his little brothers. He could do this. He could make things right.

…

It was several hours later when Donnie started to blink awake, groaning and grumbling as he shifted around under the warm sheets. Reaching one hand out of his ridiculously cozy cocoon, Donnie sluggishly felt around the nightstand for his glasses, nearly knocking them to the floor when he did stumble across them. He slipped them on with one hand while using the other to push himself up to a sitting position-

Then jolted back in shock when he spotted Raph sitting on the edge of his bed, utterly silent.

Raph gave the softshell a sheepish smile as he watched Donnie calm back down from the unintentional jumpscare, hand over heart and breath come out in rapid pants. He was glaring, too, in that very annoyed Donnie way, eyebrows raised in silent question but Raph wasn’t sure what the question was just yet so he didn’t answer.

Instead he waited on pins and needles as Donnie’s searching eyes eventually glanced downwards, landing on the small pile of index cards in Raph's lap.

Donnie’s eyes went wide, his pupils barely pinpricks as they flicked over his big brother’s face nervously. His whole body seemed to tense up at once, back going straight as a line, shoulders stiff, hands clenched into fists, just watching Raph with the uneasiest of looks. Raph heard the hard swallow, like Donnie was dreading something horrible to come and it made Raph’s stomach twist in knots.

There was no move to speak or act, instead it seemed the softshell was waiting for Raph to make the first move. So he did, giving Donnie the gentlest smile he could and offering one of the index cards for his little brother to take.

Donnie’s eyes flashed down to it in surprise before darting back up to Raph, eyebrows creasing in confusion. But Raph just continued to grin, waiting with held breath for Donnie to take it. The softshell looked unsure, but eventually the weary expression turned more trusting and he reached out and took the little card from Raph’s hands.

Raph breathed a little sigh of relief even as he felt his smile grow wider and more real, watching as Donnie’s critical eye scanned the card. It was the first card Raph had read, only now there was a new message written at the bottom in bright red ink.

I’m sorry for tearing up your favorite teddy

It’s okay. I forgive you

There was a long moment of silence, Donnie reading and rereading the note again and again and again, Raph waiting with a stomach full of butterflies. He could smell the fear stink wafting off his scales but made sure his face stayed warm and gentle.

The tense expression melted into something softer and Donnie turned that look onto his big brother. Raph smiled once more before holding out the rest of the stack for him to take.

The softshell latched onto these much faster, reading through them at his typical lightning fast pace, Raph following along through memory, each rebuttal perfectly captured in his mind.

Leo forgives you

Mikey forgives you

Dad forgives you

We all forgive you

We will always forgive you, no matter what

Please try and forgive yourself

And then the very last card, the one Raph had spent the most time considering, trying to think of a response that would do the most good for Donnie right now.

The card was still crumpled in a lot of places but Raph had managed to smooth it out enough that the words were loud and clear.

I'm sorry I didn't say it.

That's okay, you don't have to. I'm sorry for making you think you did.

Donnie gasped, the first sound he'd made in minutes, and Raph saw something wet drip from his eyes. So Raph scooted closer, putting a tender hand on Donnie's back. “And I mean that, bud. I'm sorry for putting so much pressure on you. You don't gotta do anything you don't wanna do.”

Donnie made a strangled sound and furiously shook his head, curling up into a little ball on the bed.

“No?” Raph questioned calmly.

Donnie dropped the card so he could sign his reply, keeping his head bowed. ‘Aren't you expecting an apology?’

“This is your apology,” Raph assured, tapping the card. “And you apologized all the other times, too. Just in your own Donnie way. We don't expect any different than that.”

Donnie was starting to tremble now, Raph seeing a few fat tears plop onto his lap. ‘How do you know I'm really forgiven?’

“Because big brothers know everything, duh.” Raph puffed out his chest in pride.

Donnie snorted, headbutting Raph's plastron before fingerspelling, ‘factually incorrect.’

Raph didn't know what either of those words meant which probably only proved Donnie’s point. The snapper draped both arms over his brother's back, not quite hugging him but enough pressure that Donnie knew the intent. “And also because you're our brother and we love you, so of course we're always gonna forgive you. No matter what your apology looks like, I promise you we'll know and forgive you.”

Donnie shuddered through a breath, using his shoulder blade to try and indiscreetly wipe away the tears, before sitting up straight and finally meeting Raph's eyes with piercing determination, the snapper nearly stumbling back from the intensity of it. But Donnie doesn't break eye contact even as Raph's drifts downward to read his brother's signs. ‘I'm sorry for destroying the kitchen.’

Raph smiles, big and bright, and raises his hands to sign back, ‘I know. I forgive you.’

…

Three weeks later Raph and Donnie get into a big fight about using a blowtorch without supervision. There is a lot of shouting and accusing before they both eventually split off to their rooms to cool down.

Raph is about to go apologize but is taken aback when he finds an index card carefully slipped underneath his curtain.

A/N: Another Donnie centered chapter, complete with Donnie headcanon! It's almost like he's my favorite character or something ;)

Seriously though this is a favorite headcanon of mine and will admit the inspiration came a lot from reading Ghost in the Shell by @amevello-blue where Donnie does something similar. Give it a read you will not be disappointed!!

#flufftober2024 #day 8 #alt 8 #my writing #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #turtle tots #raphael hamato #donatello hamato #brain and brawn

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tarnishedxknight · 6 days ago

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{out of dalmasca} Well tonight just didn't happen and I'm kindof bitter about it. Between work, family drama, and my weekly meds hitting me like a semi truck to the face, not only did I not have time to write, but my anxiety is through the roof now. It's been a long and frustrating day, people. *sighs and slumps* And I'm sad because I really wanted to be here and write, I have so many threads and starters I want to get to, and the whole got taken up with other things. Important things, I guess, but that doesn't make me feel better about it. *cries in thwarted writer*

Anyhoo... I'm gonna just kindof be here for about an hour while I have one last cup of hot tea (tea is my happy drink, I drink it around the clock every day, heh), and then I'm turning in for the night. Tomorrow (11/22), I've actually set aside for a laundry day, which means a lot of downtime of me waiting for various machines to buzz, heh. I'm planning to park myself and write in between laundry tasks, so I should be around during the day for once. And then my whole night is free and I'm planning to write then too. So I should get a lot done for this blog tomorrow, if the universe can behave itself for one day, heh.

FYI, Basch and Ashelia are loudest this week, and I'm feeling their ship along with Noah x Drace, if anyone feels like indulging me in those ships in some manner. Otherwise, I'm just going to do some few little things while I have my tea, and then tomorrow I'll work on thread replies and longer asks.

#{ out of dalmasca } ᵒᵒᶜ #{sometimes life gives you lemons}#{and then something life launches an entire lemon tree through your window like a javelin}#{thanks i hate it heh}#{sometimes it be like this haha but i'm okay it was just a bad day}

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missberrycake · 6 months ago

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20 Questions for Writers

I was tagged by @shares-a-vest. Thanks for getting me back into these tag games - they're so fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

As a writer, 39 (as a podficcer, 24).

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,011,075! omg!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I'm just writing for Stranger Things, but in the past I've written for BTS, IT, the MCU, One Direction, Harry Potter (it was a long time ago ...), and Inception.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

(Ignoring some of my super-old fandoms, because no one needs to read those)

When the Sun is High (I'll Meet You in the Woods) [Stranger Things - Steve/Eddie]

Meet Me Tomorrow [BTS - Taehyung/Yoongi]

Lovedale, Goodnight [BTS - Taehyung/Yoongi]

The King is Gone [IT - Richie/Eddie]

Blackbird - Stranger Things - Steve/Eddie]

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! Sometimes with the most uninspired reply, because I can't think of what to say, but I always appreciate comments and like to let people know.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'm not sure I've ever really done a truly angsty ending, that's not what I'm here for in fandom. Oh, well, no, actually - Amaranthus [BTS - Taehying/Yoongi, Jeongguk/Jimin] has a pretty ... bittersweet ending, let's put it that way.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I aim for everything I write to have a happy ending, but the most plainly happiest of endings is probably on If I Loved You Less [Stranger Things - Steve/Eddie], as it's the most rom-com of all the fics I've written.

Oh, shit - and The King is Gone [IT - Richie/Eddie] is pretty dang happy as well, now I think about it.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. When I first got into fic-writing, I did have an awkward experience (over on Livejournal) when a few people felt that I "didn't fill a prompt correctly" in a voluntary, for-fun, prompt-filling thread. I have also received a grumpy comment or two about character deaths, which annoyed me when I specifically tagged 'author chose not to use archive warnings' for a reason, but c'est la vie.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't. I don't feel like I'm very good at it, but maybe that's lack of practice. I more of a plot writer, so most of the time I just think, ah, let's pan to the curtains and move on!

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have in the past, though not anymore. I'm not really a fan, to be honest - I don't read them. I feel like they can often be quite niche. Though, are we counting AUs as crossovers? In which case I love those, though haven't written any for a good while.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge??

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few, which is very exciting. I always link to them if I know about it, so make sure to send me a message if you want to.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, and I think I'd be a little bit scared to. Writing seems like such an individual thing and I am quite particular about my process. If you found the right co-author, though, I'm sure that could be a really fun and creative way to write.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I am still in Steddie's firm grip, but Stucky will forever be the GOAT.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Little World! I so enjoyed writing the first few chapters of this, and every now and again I think I could pick it up and dust if off. Maybe. Fingers crossed.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I tend to say dialogue for this, as that's the part that comes easiest to me, and I do feel like I keep my dialogue pretty natural, but if I went by comments (thank you to everyone who says so!) it would be ... I guess ... visuals, would be the word? Setting people in the world. Descriptions! You know what I mean.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings. Not endings, actually, but the second half of the story, once I've established the setting and the characters and the Thing That Happens And How We're Going To Deal With It. Then I I feel I can sometimes lose my way before I stumble into the climax.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm a 'write it as the POV character would understand it' kind of a person. So, translate and indicate if they speak the language, write it in another language if the character doesn't. I don't like footnoting translations, or hover-over translations, as I think they kind of take you out of the scene.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inception! Back in 2011 on Livejournal, though I did copy them over to Ao3 when I landed there. Arthur/Eames is my true OTP. Some of those fics are truly awful, but every one is dear to my heart.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Oh, God, I was going to say it's a toss up between "these two" but kept remembering more. I love An Act of Grace [Stranger Things - Steve/Eddie], The King is Gone [IT - Richie/Eddie], The House on the Hyeongsan [BTS - Taehyung/Yoongi, Hoseok/Jimin], and Lovedale, Goodnight [BTS - Taehyung/Yoongi]. Top four, I refuse to slim it down further!

Tagging: (I'm going through some newly-acquired mutuals to get me back in the game, please feel free to ignore!) @onirislanding @corrodedbisexual @spicysix

#tag games #missberrycake

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moonsmultimusings · 1 year ago

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name — Moon

pronouns — he/him or they/them

preferred comms — discord is the easiest way to reach me (and mutuals can reach out to ask for it whenever!), but DMs work too!

name of muse — i hold them all in my arms at once like a bundle of flowers (that are all Very Sad). i cannot choose <3

experience in RP — pretty sure i'm going on a decade now! it's kind of crazy

best experiences — you know that feeling when you're RPing with someone and you just click? like, it's someone you can talk to and muse with and you love the way your characters get along? cases like that are always my favorite!

pet peeves / dealbreakers — when i was RPing years ago, there used to be a big thing about response times. making sure you're always online to respond. i had a partner who would guilt me if i had to log off to do anything at all, and it ended up being super stressful and detrimental to me. i don't know why i put up with it so long, but i did. so people who bother me all the time for responses are a big no-no for me.

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — i'll always be a fluff fan to my core. it's just who i am. sweet interactions with my muses are always favored! i don't mind angst in my threads, but mostly in the sense of using it as a set-up for some sweet hurt-comfort. that can be romantic or platonic as well!

plot or memes — i usually do more with plots, but i've been trying to do more memes recently and i've found it to be fun too. i'm not too picky!

long or short replies — if i write a reply that's too short, i shrivel up like a worm on a sidewalk. i burn alive like an ant under a microscope. i am legally required to write long replies for things that do not require it. i hope that helps :)

best time to write — whenever i have time, really! i tend to try and draft a few things up before bed almost every night, and sometimes during the day on days off.

are you like your muse — i tend to take on muses that i can relate to in some way, because it helps me feel more connected to the character. now, if you look at the roster of characters i have and analyze them to see what that actually says about me, it's. probably something i should speak to a therapist about lmaO

tagged by: @regensia and @fatexbound (thank you two! <3) tagging: @drinkitfrommymouthsuou @codedfaith @pareidolah and YOU if you haven't done this one yet! ^-^

#´ ･ . ✶ooc; dash games #{ kinda crazy that two people tagged me in this! i've hit the big leagues or something TFGYHKJ }#{ thank you two for tagging me fr though! i love being tagged in things :3 }#{ and hopefully you three don't mind that i tagged you! just lmk if you do }

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3katanas · 5 months ago

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I've had a few people ask me lately or comment on how many threads I can get out in a sitting sometimes. So I thought I would share some of my 10 years on this hell site/have had way to many muses at one point wisdom with the dash.

First off, for your sanity's sake :)

It's always important to go at your own pace. Don't worry about how long it takes to reply! Because the people who really want to write with you won't care. They'll just be happy that it appears when it does!

If you're not feeling a thread then drop it and start something new. Its really ok to do that and sometimes we forget that. We're here to have fun after all!

Sometimes it's refreshing to just take a break from your drafts/inbox. Spend a day or two just enjoying the dash and interacting with people!

If you're a multiuse, remember that muses can wake up and go to sleep on us without warning. That's ok, roll with it!

Feeling like you've lost momentum? Try adding a new verse or chucking your muse into a new fandom. Sometimes we love our muses but can need a break from the fandom so giving them something new can revitalize them.

Take breaks. Allow yourself time off from Tumblr. If it's stressing you out then it's not doing what it's supposed to do and that's relaxing/hanging out with other nerds.

Try mixing up your writing. If you write longer threads typically, try a day of doing one-liners and let the chaos ensue OR vice versa, expand your writing and dive into your muse and what they are thinking/feeling/doing when replying.

You and your friend vibing one night? Reply back and forth immediately!

And most importantly, its ok to respectfully say no.

Drowning in Drafts/Asks/and Starters? Try these fun ways to tackle them!

Figuring out what your 'average daily limit' is can be super helpful. For me personally, I average around about ten things a day. Use this amount as your benchmark of how many things you want to try to get done. It can help it feel less overwhelming because you're setting a smaller goal. (I actually mange to keep somewhat ontop of my drafts and things with this method personally)

Throw everything into your drafts box (ignore the number of drafts on the side if you do this). This will give you variety when replying to things and make it easier to see what you have on your to-do plate. It also helps you keep on top of old memes/starters because you'll see how long ago they were sent/requested.

Try munching through one muse at a time if you're a multiuse blog OR munching through a specific verse. Pick one and do all the drafts for that muse/verse.

Have a lot of threads from one person? Reply to them all at once (I suggest queuing if you do this so as not to spam them or yourself if they reply quickly). This can get you into the grove because you're following the same timelines/relationships throughout all of the threads.

Don't know where to start? Use the luck of the draw to pick! I personally will throw all of the verses I have to reply to onto this wheel and see what it gives me.

Spend a day doing just memes or those starters you owe.

Does music help you write? Make playlists for different ships/verses/moods etc! (My current count of playlists for Zoro is 27....and counting)

Queuing and Scheduling

The Queue and Scheduling are your friends! I personally use a mix of approaches to these two methods. Here are some things I have found help me:

Have someone you love replying to but responds at lightning speed? Queue it, or schedule it to post the next day so that if they respond quickly it doesn't stress you out while you're trying to get your drafts down.

If I have a lot of threads with someone I'll typically queue more of those, meanwhile if we have only one or two threads I try to post those right away. This helps me feel like I'm not making one person wait longer than another, etc.

Some threads are amazing, but long and can take it out of us. Queue them.

Want to reblog everything at once but also don't want to? Schedule those out for one a day at a time. That way it posts sooner (especially if your queue is large) but not right away.

Adjust the speed at which things queue. In a slump, set the number slower. Writing more? Up that queue posting speed.

And finally, and I can't stress this enough, because I used to also be shy about doing it. Reach out. Start new things. Try new verses. Make new friends. Throw memes at each other. Don't let your drafts box or how much you have to do hold you back from simply enjoying your time on this hell site.

From one mun to another,

Yuki <3

#out of popcorn (ooc)#tw long post #hope this helps someone <3 #if you have any questions let me know!#feel free to reblog this one if you want to share

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heroofshield · 1 year ago

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Meet Me Halfway- Mass Effect (Vega/Ryder) Chapter 2

tumblr is being dumblr and not letting me post the actual link so here we are

Read the Full Chapter HERE!

@anderfels

Inside was packed, which helped as well, and James threaded his way towards the bar. Slipping into the spot someone had just vacated, he ordered a few shots of tequila and threw them back in rapid succession. Feeling the alcohol warm his body, he caught the bartender’s attention and signaled for three more. As he waited James heard a familiar laugh and eyes narrowing, he searched for the familiar red hair. Anna was at the end of the bar, not far from him and looked like she was having a great time.

James thanked the bartender once his drinks appeared and he picked them up, heading towards Ryder. “Care for a drink?”

Anna turned around, ready to turn down someone, but smiled when she saw it was James. “I’ll never turn down a drink from you.” she watched James set his shots down next to her cocktail and stood to give him a hug. “It’s been awhile.”

“Yeah, been busy with...stuff.” James said once they’d parted and Ryder sat back down again. “How have you been?”

“Busy with work at the club, saving up so I can get to Australia. Thought you’d be in Rio by now.”

James shrugged before setting the last glass back on the bar. “Things are still pretty crazy. By the time everything gets figured out I might have to start at N1 again. Or at least take a refresher course.”

Anna opened her mouth to reply but just then the bartender shouted it was Last Call and the noise level increased. Finishing her drink in one long sip, she motioned for James to follow her towards the door. “Are you sure everything’s okay?” she asked once they were outside and the noise from the bar was muffled.

James let out a sigh and tipped his head back to look at the night sky. Without so many lights, you could actually see the stars and the moon was almost full, casting bright light down. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Read the rest of the chapter HERE!

#alcohol tw #annabel ryder #james vega #mass effect #fanfic #my writing #vega/ryder #meet me halfway

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morerandombullshit · 8 months ago

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Insatiable (Hunter x f!Reader)

Rating: 18+ (that isn't gonna stop you is it)

Pairing: Hunter x f!Reader

Word count: 1350

Summary: You and your boyfriend take a shower together so he can help alleviate your insecurities

CW: Shower sex, comfort sex, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, insecurities, hurt/comfort, aftercare, praise, massages, pet names used: sweetheart, sweetness, my girl, good girl, sunshine, princess, love, darling, baby

Note: One of those 11pm shower thoughts when my nonbinary ass went through dysphoria again and since I've had Hunter in my head for the past month at least, here have some actual smut for once

The warm shower water hits your body, equal parts relaxing and terrifying. You'd told Hunter about the insecurities plaguing you recently earlier, then gone into the shower a few minutes later to unwind.

"Sweetheart?" you hear your boyfriend ask from the bathroom door, deep and Australian-lilted voice settling into your bones and soothing your nerves. "Yeah?" you call out, rinsing your hair free of shampoo.

"Can I come in there with you?"

Your toes curl on the shower's tile floor. Every other time you and Hunter had showered together, you've always had an issue walking for a couple days after. Worth it. "Yeah, just give me a sec." You set your shampoo on a shelf and hear the sound of clothes being taken off, but it doesn't overpower the sound of the shower water.

Then he's in the shower with you, and the space feels so much smaller. "New shampoo, sweetness?" he asks as he hooks an arm around your waist and holds you close. By now, you're used to his enhanced senses, so you decide to play a little game with him. "Guess the scent."

Hunter laughs, the sound low and rich, chasing some of your earlier gloom away. He buries his face in your H/L H/C hair before saying, "Honey and oat milk."

"Yeah." you reply, your insecurities creeping up on you again. His arm tightens around your waist."What's wrong?" he asks, voice gentle. "Am I ugly?" the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you kind of regret that. Hunter spins you around and cups your face with both hands, dark eyes boring into you as his shoulder-length wavy dark brown hair gets dampened by the shower. "No. You're fucking beautiful, darling. Don't think otherwise."

"It's...hard to stop." you admit, smelling his familiar dark spice and campfire smoke scent, then letting it calm you. "Mm, I have something in mind to stop it." his voice drops an octave, playful lust sparking in his eyes. Your breath hitches at the suggestion. "You do?"

"Yeah." Hunter smirks a little as his hands settle on your hips. "It's very effective."

His mouth covers yours as his hands massage your hips and he backs you up to the shower wall. You kiss back, hands threading your hands through his damp hair. The best thing about dating a guy with long hair? You get to run your hands through it any time you want. After a few minutes, Hunter's mouth slowly moves down from yours. Jaw, chin, neck, collarbone...he presses a soft kiss to where your heart is before his hand reaches up and pinches your nipple.

The sudden burst of new sensation causes a whimper to leave your mouth, and your clit starts to throb.

"That's it, sunshine." he murmurs as he kisses right under your breasts, already deep voice roughening with desire. "Let it all out." He pinches your other nipple now, being sure to be gentle, but it doesn't stop your soft moan. You feel Hunter's warm breath right above your belly button, and he presses a soft kiss to your skin. His hand replaces where his mouth had been a moment later, and now he's on his knees before you.

"Do me a favor and spread your legs."

Fuck. Your earlier thoughts on if you were ugly or not all forgotten as you do what Hunter asks you to. A hum of approval from him before he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "Good girl. Now lean your head back."

You do as he tells you again, and even if you can't see his face at the moment, you know him well enough to know he's smirking. "Hm...I think you deserve a reward for being so obedient. Don't you, princess?" Hunter's mouth presses against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh again, higher up this time. Just the dark promise in his words has you impatient. The heel of his palm lightly presses into the skin of your stomach to stop your squirming. Shit, you hadn't even noticed you were squirming until he did that. "Tell me to stop if you can't take it, okay?"

That's your only real warning before Hunter's hand is between your thighs and his tongue is giving you short, teasing licks up to your clit. Holy fuck. Your loud whine is drowned out by the sound of the shower as your hands tangle in the soaking strands of his hair and you tug him closer.

More more more—

You can feel his tongue lap up every drop of arousal from your dripping pussy, and when he flattens his tongue against your clit and you moan at the sudden overload of new sensations. Hunter's hands slip from your hips down to your thighs, his broad and slightly rough palms an iron vise around your skin. His hands lightly squeeze your thighs before his tongue laves in languid circles on your swollen clit, and a more strangled moan leaves your mouth.

"Mm, you taste so good, baby." he murmurs between licks and kisses to your clit, his hot breath triggering a needy shudder that wracks through your body. Your body jerks up a bit and Hunter's hands go from your thigh to your stomach to stop it. Your senses are narrowed to him licking and teasing your needy clit, his hands on your skin, the sound of the shower leaving the faucet, and the warm water slicking down your skin.

Your eyes close as you keep your head leaned back against the shower wall, and you let out an unbidden yelp when he roughly sucks on your clit. Your hands tighten in his hair as you pull him as close as you can to get more. A dull roaring fills your ears as he keeps roughly sucking and leaving you wanting more. Your whine turns into a hoarse cry as his teeth graze your clit. Too much. Not enough. Your hands tug at his hair and he chuckles against you, his breath from said chuckle against you, making your body jerk.

Hunter's palm digs into your stomach to stop it as he pulls his mouth away a bit. "You're close, aren't you, love?"

Since you're so lost in pleasure you can't say anything remotely coherent, you whimper in confirmation. You hear a dark chuckle before you feel this slight pull on your clit, and you explode. "Hunter—" your words melt into a half-moan, half-gasp as your orgasm rips you apart and pieces you back together again. He stays where he is for a moment before getting up, putting both his arms around your waist, and smiling at you. "That's my girl." he mumbles before giving you a short, tender kiss. "You did so well."

Still in the slight aftershocks of your orgasm, you mumble an acknowledgment. Hunter laughs and pulls up off the shower wall, making sure you can stand. "I think my princess deserves to be spoiled." His warm breath hits your ear. "Whaddya think? A little massaging?"

He's massaged before and God, even without being a licensed masseuse, he still does it really fucking well. "Mm. Sounds great." you mutter, finally getting out of whatever stupor you were in. You hear him grab and open a bottle, before cool oil and the scent of thyme fills the shower. Hunter's hands knead the skin of your back, fingers pressing down in some spots and making you hum.

After he gives you your massage, he turns you to face him and cups your face. "Doing okay?"

"Yeah."

His eyes flit to your thighs, mostly clean but still with some mess left over when he ate you out. "Here." He gets the showerhead off the wall. "Lemme take care of that."

A few minutes later, and you're both dressed again and out of the shower. Hunter comes up behind you and kisses the side of your neck. "Love you, sunshine." he murmurs, dropping his head onto your shoulder. You laugh and reach around to ruffle his hair. "I know. Love you too."

#tbb hunter #hurt/comfort #fluff #smut #aaaaaaaaa #how did i write this it's so fluffy #ashs bullshit

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