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megamindsecretlair · 1 year ago

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Sunday

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, multiple uses of the n-word, refer to female anatomy as "she". You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, breeding kink if you squint, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Mentions of drug use and drug dealing, allusions to violence and murder.

Summary: You usually visit your grandmother on the weekends but manage to cross paths with Tyrone one day and your life was forever changed.

Word Count: 3,025k

A/N: You ever get an idea you just can't get out of your head? This was me with this fic and I had too much fun writing it! John Boyega got no business being that damn fine and I am absolutely feral. Enjoy my brain rot. Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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Tyrone knew that you didn’t want to mess with no banger. It was only by accident that you two even met. You were visiting your grandmother early in the afternoon. You usually went on the weekends, early in the morning to watch her stories with her and then you were long gone by the time Tyrone rolled out of bed and headed to the corner store.

You happened to be in the neighborhood and stopped to check on her. She was doing fine as usual, except she wanted some ice cream. As always, you told her to get her sugar down and maybe you’d sneak her something. She always managed to find the little piece of candy in your pocket. It was your secret and it didn’t hurt.

As you were walking out of the house, Tyrone pulled up blasting music with the windows rolled down. He caught you looking and gave you one of those fuck boy smiles. Licked his lips and looked you up and down. You intended to ignore him. But hell, you weren’t blind.

He had gotten out of the car lazily. Swinging his legs out of the car and stretching a bit, showing his stomach as his black shirt rode up. He walked up to you confidently and held out his hand.

“Tyrone,” he said. No other words, no other fake ass compliments. Just his name because he was that damn cocky.

You shook his hand and gave him a polite smile. You told him your name and he rolled it around his tongue. “Pretty ass name,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “How many little girls does that work on?” You had asked him.

He nodded and shrugged. “A few, I ain’t gon’ lie,” he said.

“Good, ‘cause I’on like liars,” you told him.

He put his hands in the pockets of his sweats and eyed you up and down once more. He took in the horror movie on your T-shirt. “You watch that shit?”

“I wouldn’t wear if I didn’t,” you told him.

From there, it spiraled into Tyrone waking up just a bit earlier to see you come out of your grandmother’s house. He’d give you shit about whatever was on your T-shirt for the day. Sometimes, you’d wear something wild just to see what he’d say.

“Pussy: Push until she screams yes?” Tyrone read your shirt and burst out laughing. He was so damn sexy. From his cornrows to his big, sexy ass lips, and his deep voice. It was hard not to crush on the man. But you didn’t want to. You didn’t want all the drama that came from his world. Not like he made it fuckin’ easy to resist him.

He was always finding ways to touch you. Whether it was to get your attention, push you, poke you, or pull you closer by your shirt. “I’m just trynna read it, damn!” He’d say and pull you too close where you knew damn well he couldn’t read that shit.

The heat of his body was like a furnace. Like touching a hot stove. LA was already fuckin’ hot this summer. The sun wasn’t pulling punches and neither was Tyrone.

“Come chill for a bit,” he’d say.

“Boy bye, I’m not coming in there with you!” You’d tell him.

It was cool. He’d try again the next time he saw you and the time after that. Your crush got so bad that you were starting to linger if you arrived before he got up. If he wasn’t sitting on the porch when you pulled up, he was definitely sitting on it when you got out. He’d wait patiently for you to visit with your grandmother and he’d ask how she was doing.

Your grandma used to tell you about the nice young man next door. She was always dropping hints about that nice boy who helped her with the groceries sometimes. You thought it was just some punk kid looking for a favor. But to actually meet Tyrone…yeah, you kind of got it.

He was the perfect mix of hood, toxic, and a good man. You didn’t know how it was possible. He probably had a couple of bodies on the gun hanging out of his backside. You couldn’t help but notice it every time he turned around. You were already staring at his juicy ass. The gun made you uncomfortable for a variety of reasons. The chief among them being that at any point, his ass could be taken out by other hood muthafuckas on the block.

That one fact kept you from ever getting too close. It was hard to tell your heart that. The poor idiot just wanted him. So you always found some excuse to leave or bow out. You’d blame it on meeting up with your friends or your parents or work.

Tyrone just gave you that same cocky smirk and he’d tell you he’d miss you. He’d watch you walk away and get in the car. You’d feel his eyes on the back of your head.

“Come chill for a bit. And don’t give me no shit about work or whatever. I know yo ass lyin’,” he said.

“I’on like lying,” you told him.

“Then give me a good reason why you won’t come inside,” he said. He stared at you intently, daring you to contradict him or give him a lame excuse.

“I don’t fuck with bangers,” you told him.

He’d playfully roll his eyes and wave you off. “I don’t even bang like that,” he said.

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. Sometimes he’d be out here with his friends. You knew dope dealers when you saw them. They were constantly passing bottles and pills back and forth with all kinds of people. Getting money in exchange to do whatever the hell he did with it. Probably spent it on some girl he was fuckin’.

You weren’t jealous, by much. You’d seen the way he walked. That nigga was cocky for a reason. And you wanted no parts. Okay, maybe some parts.

He finally tugged on your hand and led you inside of his house. You were expecting it be gross or filthy. But it was surprisingly clean. He had a couch and some chairs, minimal artwork, and the kitchen was decent. He had a flat screen TV on turned to some game.

He sat down on the couch and pulled you close until you were snuggled up against him. “I’m not fuckin’ you Tyrone,” you said.

He laughed and shook his head. “That’s yo nasty ass mind in the gutter. I just wanted you close to me,” he said.

“Mhm,” you muttered.

His phone rang and he picked it up. You couldn’t hear what the other person was saying but you knew it was a woman. You smirked at him while he looked at you. “I’m a little busy,” he said to the person.

The person began yelling and Tyrone hung up the phone and tossed it onto the glass coffee table.

“Who was that?” You asked with a smirk.

“Shit, I’on know,” he said.

You shook your head. “You probably got a girl for every day of the week,” you said.

“I’m just missin’ Sunday. You free?” He asked.

“Boy, shut up!” You laughed. You stole his remote and flipped through channels until you landed on a thriller you love. You caught it near the beginning and you told Tyrone what he needed to know to catch him up.

“I can’t believe you don’t watch TV. Like…everyone watches TV,” you said.

He shrugged. “I just don’t watch it like that. I got shit to do,” he said.

“Yo ass just like sitting outside to see what you can get into,” you said.

“I just like watchin’ yo pretty ass,” he said.

You sighed and twisted your lips at him. “You already know that shit don’t work on me, Tyrone,” you said.

He chuckled and pulled you closer. You were already so close to him. You could smell his clean, soapy scent mixed with weed. He kissed your cheek and smirked at you. “I been seeing you round here for weeks. I see the way you look at me,” he said.

“Like you crazy?” You asked.

“Naw, like you trynna see what this dick can do for you.”

You choked on a laugh and slapped at his stomach. It was solid under your hand. Not super thick with corded muscles but he had some meat on him. Strong, capable, tough. “Now who’s got the gutter mind?”

He pinched your shirt and released it. “How many licks does it take?” He asked. His voice was low and rusty. It sent tingles up the back of your thighs. You shifted in your seat and tried to lean off of him but he held you to him. Not giving you an inch.

“Tyrone…” you warned him. You didn’t want to start this shit. But he looked at you like he was trying to eat you for dinner. He licked his lips and looked at your eyes, your cheeks, your lips. His hand roamed over your bare legs, exposed in your cut off shorts. So what if you wore it just for him? It was harmless. Until his fingers played with the distressed hem.

“Let me see what it taste like,” he said.

Your pussy contracted and you felt yourself getting wetter. You were always wet whenever you spoke to him. Some days, after seeing him, you’d go home and take care of yourself. You’d even set the mood. You’d replay the conversation and his flirting while running a bath. Setting up some candles. Laying on your bed and using your vibrator as you came just to the image of him in your mind.

But it paled in comparison to feeling his body next to yours. His fingers on your thigh and his arm around your shoulders. He leaned down and captured your lips in his. His juicy lips were wet and hot and he sucked on your bottom lip. Your kisses were loud and sloppy and you wiggled on the couch trying to find some relief.

“Let me see what it taste like,” he said again.

“Ain’t yo momma at home?” You asked.

He shook his head. “She don’t never come out her room. Her TV too loud, she won’t hear shit,” he said.

You scowled. The last thing you wanted was to meet his mom with your ass up in the air getting pounded by her baby boy. He saw the look on your face and smirked.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to his room. It fit him. There were posters on the wall and his clothes strewn about. He picked up some of it off of his bed and closed his bedroom door.

Then he was back to kissing you and running his hands over your ass. He squeezed and kneaded the globes of your ass and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands grabbed his shirt and yanked it off of him, finally giving you an entire view of his body. Fuck, he was so hot. His sexy brown skin was lickable. Your ran your hands greedily on him.

Tyrone slipped your hoodie off your shoulders and then unbuttoned your shorts. He pushed it and your panties down your legs. Then he got rid of your shirt and bra until you were standing buck ass naked in his room.

You reached for his sweats and he batted your hand away. “Get on the bed,” he said.

“Who the hell you talkin’ to like that?” You asked.

Instead of answering, he grabbed you and pushed you onto the bed. You bounced as you sat down. You opened your mouth to say something but he grabbed your legs and pushed them as far as he could.

He studied your wet pussy and the way you contracted as he looked. He smirked and looked at you. “Needy little fuckin’ pussy, ain’t she?”

You gasped and huffed out a laugh. He got to his knees and ran his tongue down the crease of your fold. He moaned. “Goddamn, you taste fuckin’ good. But how many licks does it take?”

He was quoting your shirt again. Your hands were braced behind you to keep you upright. Your chest bobbed up and down as you started to hyperventilate. You had imagined him between your legs for weeks. Too cowardly to say anything to him. You hid behind the “I don’t fuck with bangers” line. You were sure that little bit of armor was all you needed to resist Tyrone. If that were true, you wouldn’t be moaning at the sight of him kneeling before you.

His nose nudged your pussy lips and he inhaled. “Fuck,” he whispered before kissing you there. His tongue darted out and he began to lick you, kiss you, suck on you until you were a whimpering mess.

Your legs were shaking as he tongue fucked you. “Oh fuck, oh shit, Tyrone. Fuuuuck,” you moaned. You leaned on one hand while you dug your nails into his hair.

“Stop fuckin’ playin’ with me,” he said. He stared at you, almost angrily, as he went back to eating you out.

Your stomach was on fire as pressure built low and steady. He flicked the little nub until you were sobbing and cumming on his tongue. He leaned up with that signature cocky grin. Your juices were all over his mouth and chin. He wiped it away with his hand.

“Got a nigga sprung over here,” he said. “I wanna see what else this pussy can do,” he said. He drew down his sweats and his cock sprang free.

It was long and thick and your eyes widened. “Where the hell you gonna put that?” You asked. There was no fuckin’ way that was fitting inside of you. It was truly a one-eyed monster. Thick and veiny. The head was already leaking a little bit.

He grinned as he stroked himself. “Sit yo pretty ass back,” he said. He didn’t wait for you to comply. He pushed on your stomach until your back hit the bed. He grabbed your fleshy thighs and yanked until you were half hanging off of the bed.

He wrapped your legs around his waist as he dipped his cock inside of you. There was already a slight burning and you moaned. “Fuck, Tyrone. You’re too big,” you whined.

“Suck it up, ‘cause this finna be my favorite spot,” he said. “Shit, this all mine now.”

You laughed but it turned into a gasp as he started to work himself inside you. He pleasantly stretched you out as he gave shallow strokes to wet his dick with your arousal and make him sliding in easier.

Then, he added his thumb to rub circles on your clit. You clenched around his dick and he moaned. “Just like that,” he said. He continued to rub circles, making you relax and take all of him. He still hadn’t bottomed out, but he was starting to increase his strokes.

“I knew this fuckin’ pussy was gonna be good. I ain’t know it would be this good,” he said. His voice was low as if he weren’t really talking to you. Your nails grazed his stomach as you tried to push him away. You didn’t want him to stop, it just felt so fucking good to finally have him inside of you.

He grabbed your hand and slammed it onto his bed. He leaned over to do it, so he was driving in a little deeper.

“Shit, I think I can go deeper. What you think?” He asked.

“There’s…no…way…” you said in between gasping and moaning.

He licked his lips and winked at you before increasing the intensity of his strokes while slowing down the tempo. He shoved in once and then twice and he seemed to unlock some hidden level inside of you because he did go in a bit deeper.

“If you keep on, I’m gonna…fuckin’...shit…” You were close to cumming and his finger on your clit was making you dumb. Boneless and shivering. You couldn’t think, let alone say anything.

The unexpected slap to your titties half woke you up. You couldn’t focus on him. He was fucking all common sense out of you. He pulled on one nipple before leaning down and suckling it into his mouth.

It was like a straight shot of desire straight to your pussy. You clenched around him and he moaned around your nipple. He tugged on it with his teeth, running it back and forth.

You came with his name on your lips. You didn’t care who heard you. There was noway to hide what ya’ll were doing in here. The whole block could hear you and you didn’t care one bit. The orgasm tore through you, ripped through you; it sent you into another fucking dimension where you lost all sense of self. There was just his dick still slamming inside of you.

Your vision winked in and out and your eyes rolled back. Is this what dying felt like? Complete bliss and peace unlike you had ever known? Tears slipped from your eyes and disappeard into your kinked hair.

Tyrone grunted as he pounded a few more times before spilling his cum inside of you with a string of curses. He pumped you full until you were near bursting with his cum.

“I’ma put a baby this pussy and keep you forever,” he said. He collapsed on top of you and you giggled while he kissed his way up your chest. He kissed the top of both your titties before kissing your neck, your ear, your jaw, and finally your lips.

You were still joined and he rocked a little bit. You groaned. You were riding a fine line between pleasure and pain.

“Naw, I’m gonna keep you,” he said. He grinned and kissed you. You were too fucked out to speak. To think. To register what just fucking happened. But you wouldn’t mind being kept by him.

You’d keep him too.

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splishfish · 2 months ago

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Prep (NSFW)

Tomura Shigaraki x AFAB Reader

Tags: Oral (F. Recieving), spit, Pre-Established Relationship, Slightly Inexperienced Shigaraki

WC: 654

Should I write longer one-shots? Let me know!

Lewd slurping noises echoed through the room, soft, low moans following immediately after. The room was dark, aside from the bright tv in the background playing a random movie.

Tomura slurped your arousal, his inexperienced tongue swirling around your hole before dipping inside, attempting to lick deeper inside. His hands grasped at your ass, fondling the soft skin as he spread your cunt wider. “Fuck…stop paying so much attention there and suck my clit…” Your voice was hoarse, your hands gripping the sheets above your head as you closed your eyes. Tomura grunted, pulling away as he spoke. “If you’re gonna keep complaining, i’m leaving.” “I wouldn’t complain if you listened and did it right.” He frowned, staring down at your glistening cunt. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy this, he loved hearing your pretty moans, and he loved the taste of your slick cunt, but he was never good with foreplay. No matter what he did, you always complained about how little he ‘prepped’ you. Whatever that meant.

A sigh escaped your lips, and you murmured softly.

“Okay, lets try again…” He grunted before nodding, bringing one of his hands up to peel back the small hood above your clit, exposing the cute button. He massaged your thigh, his eye locked onto your clitorus. “What do you want me to do?” “Pay attention to my clit. That’s where I feel really good. If you’re gonna tongue fuck me, I need you to rub my clit while you do it.” He hummed, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your clit before licking it. He heard your shuddering exhale, taking it as a sign of approval. He wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue dragging across it in slow strokes. His hands went up to press your thighs closer to your chest, your sweet moans echoing in his ears. “Yes…just like that baby…” He sucked your clit in response, smirking with confidence as he heard your sharp gasp. He could feel his chin being soaked in your fluids, pulling away to wipe it off before bringing his fingers to your cunt, spreading it to stare at your hole. “What’re you doin…?” “I can see your pussy juice come out.” “What are you, a horny teen? Don’t call it tha- aaoooohhh fu-ck..” He leaned back down, his mouth closing down on your puffy folds. He slurped your fluids again, his tongue lapping up every inch of your essence. He brought up one of his hands, pulling the hood of your clit again before rubbing it in circles. He could feel your hips buck into his mouth, your moans growing louder. “Yeah…fuck yeah, thats how you do it baby…” He grunted, pulling away to spit on your clit. He felt your body jolt in surprise, his thumb rubbing his spit against your throbbing clit. “F-Fuck, where’d you learn that?” “Porn.” “Are you serio-ooahhssss..Ngh~!” A small squeal escaped your lips as he dove back down, shoving his tongue inside your hole. His free hand massaged your thighs, feeling your legs shake. Though he couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or the position he had you in. He’ll assume it's from pleasure. As he heard you get louder, your hips messily grinding against his face, he glanced up at her through his messy blue locks, his red eyes taking in every inch of pleasure. He watched your mouth open and close, your eyebrows furrowing in pleasure, your nose scrunching up as you gasped for air.

“Oh god im-!”

He felt your orgasm before you could finish speaking, your walls closing down on his tongue, your fluids spilling into his mouth in a small gush. He gently rubbed your clit as your rode your high, pulling away when you tugged at his hair. His face was slick with your orgasm, and he stared down at you as you panted.

“Can we have sex now?”

“...Fine.

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mvltiwritez1 · 9 months ago

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Breathe - Angela Giarratana x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @loverluzer - ‘A love confession with Angela but reader has really bad anxiety so it's kind more like a bunch of word vomit’

WARNING(S): little mentions of throwing up (in a jokey way), really mild swearing

I’m still taking requests! Just Dm me if you want one fulfilled! - August

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"You should tell her Y/n" Arasha said to her friend, taking a bite of her lunch after. Y/n sighed and pulled her gaze away from Angela talking to Amanda reluctantly.

"What if she doesn't like me back? It would be so embarrassing, especially since we're co-workers" Y/n explained, picking at her own lunch, losing her appetite due to nerves.

"If she doesn't then it's in the past, no hard feelings and certainly no awkward situations. You know Angela, she's very outgoing and understanding." Arasha replied, keeping her tone hushed when she mentioned the Italian's name.

"I know she is but what if she feels like she has to say yes? Or what if we can't act like we're just fine? I know we're actors for a living but sometimes it's hard!" Y/n whined slightly, making sure her voice wasn't as loud as well.

"I understand that sometimes it is but you're going insane dude. You're pulling your hair out over a crush, I'm saying this out of love and care but your mental health could really benefit from you just saying it flat out." Arasha gestured with her hands as she talked as she normally did.

Y/n stayed silent, she knew Arasha was right. Why did she have to be so?! Y/n rubbed at her forehead, pondering a way to tell her.

"It's not like I could just pull her aside for a few and be like 'hey I wanna kiss you'" Y/n said, oversimplifying her feelings. Arasha chuckled.

"Okay maybe you shouldn't lead with that but I'm just saying, maybe tell her off of company time like the weekend since it's Friday? Ask if you can come over or just tell her over text, it's really just about getting it out there" Arasha tried giving her best advice and Y/n nodded, appreciative of whatever guidance that could be provided.

"Now, are we finally done talking about your crush for a while? I don't want my lunch to come back up" Arasha joked lightheartedly and Y/n cracked a smile.

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Y/n walked onto the games set for a Try Not To Win Mario Party video and sat beside Shayne on the couch, the man doing something on his phone before they started shooting. They acknowledged each other with a small greeting as they got mentally prepared to shoot.

Angela walked in after Y/n and sat right beside her.

"Hey Y/n! This shoot is gonna be so fun" Angela beamed at Y/n, a light rose covering her cheeks. Y/n chuckled along in response before talking back.

"Yeah I agree. I can't wait to beat your ass...by losing" Y/n put up a confident front but in reality, her heart felt like it would burst through her rib cage and onto the clean carpet below them.

"You wish" Angela spoke, her voice getting slightly deeper. No one barely paying attention could notice it but Y/n did and it made her all the more nervous that her hands started sweating. The rest of the cast for the video came in along with the crew at the right time, cutting their conversation short.

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Y/n finally was able to sit on her own couch in her own apartment. She sighed and let her body relax for a second before having to get up and make something for a meal.

She got up after sitting in the quiet of her apartment for about 5 minutes and made a simple sandwich, her energy was down so she didn't want to stand at the stove for a while.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up about Angela, any conversation they had or any type of physical contact between them replayed in her head like an old movie. It was beginning to be unbearable.

Y/n tried blasting music through her headphones but that just caused the thoughts and daydreams to get worse and for her to get a headache. She even tried sleeping early but couldn’t as her mind kept thinking back to Arasha’s advice.

‘Just tell her’

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore so her body carried her to her running shoes and windbreaker and put them on quickly.

Before Y/n could talk herself out of it, she started running. Down the hallway and stairs of her apartment complex until she reached the outdoors.

It had been raining so the air smelled of Petrichor and clung to her skin as she continued running. Her direction seemingly random.

She heaved and puffed as her legs kept her steady, not stopping for a second.

Finally she found the very place she wanted to go, Angela’s front door. Since they were friends, they both knew each other’s address and had been to each other’s places.

Y/n knocked on the door and ran a hand through her - now wet - locks as she panted. The door opened to reveal Angela, dressed in a loose t-shirt, sweatpants, socks, and her glasses with her hair tied up.

“Y/n?” Angela asked before looking around for a vehicle of some sort. Y/n felt like she had to say it or else she would puke.

“Listen Ange, I really really like you and I have for months but I’ve been too afraid to tell you because we’re co-workers and I don’t wanna make things awkward at all but I’m done hiding my feelings from you because I’m afraid that if I do I’ll explode and if you’re uncomfortable I’ll drop it but I can’t handle hiding it anymore I like you a lot and—“ Y/n’s tired ramblings we’re cut off by Angela’s hands on either side of her face and her soft lips on Y/n’s.

Y/n’s eyes grew wide but soon closed and her hands moved to Angela’s waist when she realized what was happening. Angela gently pulled away and looked into Y/n’s eyes.

“I was afraid you were gonna turn blue…or yark” Angela said softly. Y/n exhaled, really processing what just happened.

“You…like me too?” Y/n asked, her voice laced with insecurity. Angela chuckled and looked at Y/n astounded.

“Of course, I thought I was being so obvious!” Angela exclaimed and Y/n blushed slightly while smiling, the information finally catching up to her.

“Thank goodness. I thought I fucked everything up” Y/n said and they both chuckled.

“Now come inside, you’ll get sick if you spend another minute out there” Angela pulled Y/n into the apartment and planned to take care of Y/n first and ask a million questions later.

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starsignchaser · 7 months ago

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@jegulus-microfic | June 1st | Pride | word count: 778 happy pride everyone!! no matter who you are, how you identify, who knows or who doesn't, I am so grateful I get to share this pride month with you. lots of love to you all <3

“Potter! Let’s go, Sirius is gonna kick your ass if we’re late!”

Unable to take his eyes away from his reflection, James grips the edge of the bathroom counter tightly.

“My ass? Why is he gonna leave you alone if we’re both late?” His voice comes out with the slightest tremor, no matter how hard he tries. Suddenly, a tuft of black curls appears to his right and he now stands shoulder to shoulder with his boyfriend. His lovely, beautiful, handsome, brave boyfriend.

“No offense, babe, but you know he would never hurt a hair on my head,” Regulus smirks at him, making eye contact through the mirror. However, barely a second passes before the smirk drops, and a small crinkle forms between his eyebrows.

“What’s going on in there, huh?” The shorter boy turns towards James and pokes at his temple, “Are you feeling okay? We don’t have to go if you’re not up for it.”

But James knows that he doesn’t really mean that. This is their first pride parade as a couple and for all his dark mysterious silences, Regulus has been visibly excited about today for weeks now. From the parade itself to the community center booth they were meant to be volunteering at that afternoon, and especially the drag queen performances at their local dive bar that evening, James had never seen Regulus so openly enthusiastic about spending so much time in public. Yet, here he was feeling like his stomach was about to pop out of his eyeballs.

“No, no. Of course, I’m up for it. We’re going to have a great time!” He’s trying his best to sound confident but he knows it’s not cutting it. Regulus grabs his hand and lays his other hand on his cheek, pulling his face down until their foreheads almost touch.

“Jamie, talk to me.” his boyfriend asks, rubbing his thumb along his cheekbone, just below the glitter James had rubbed on only a few minutes before. “You can tell me anything, whatever it is we can figure it out.”

“I don’t,” James squeezed his eyes shut, frustrated that he couldn’t find the words. “I’ve just… I’ve never gone to Pride before. I don’t feel like I belong, or - no, it’s not that, but what if I do something wrong? Or what if people can tell that I don’t fit in? You and Sirius and Remus have all gone to Pride before, you are so much more integrated into the community, you have so many connections, and I only just figured myself out this year! How am I- What am I-?”

“Breathe, baby. Take a deep breath with me, yeah?” Regulus brought James’ hand to his chest and took a deep breath, hoping it would force the taller boy to focus on his breathing. After a few seconds, James was able to breathe normally on his own.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something earlier, I just didn’t know how.” James winced and tried to step away but Regulus wouldn’t let him.

“Listen to me, love. You belong at Pride. You are meant to be there. You are just as much a part of this community as anyone else. You belong there for so many reasons but most importantly because you are a beautiful, wonderful, queer man. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, then they are the problem, they are the ones who don’t belong.” Regulus stepped closer, moving to wrap his arms around James’ waist.

“ And, baby,” he smiled, “my Pride would be incomplete without you. And if that means we spend Pride sitting on our couch watching shitty queer movies and making out, then that is what our Pride will be. And I will still be the happiest man on earth to celebrate it with you. But don’t hold yourself back from going to Pride because you think you “don’t belong” because I will tell Sirius and he’ll double kick your ass.”

Even with tears prickling in his eyes, that finally got a bit of a giggle out of James. The weight that had been settling on his chest all morning was suddenly gone. He grabbed at his partner’s waist, squeezing at his hips, before dropping a kiss to the tip of Regulus’ nose. He could do this. He could do anything with this man by his side.

“Thank you, my love. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You’d be just fine, darling. But I’m so happy that I’m lucky enough to be with you.” Regulus smiled, his eyes crinkling with his joy.

“I love you, Reg.”

“I love you too, James. Now come on, we really have to go!”

#happy pride everyone!!!! I love you all very much #jegulus #jegulus fic #regulus black #james potter #james potter x regulus black #jegulus microfic #emily writes

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hcneygemini · 1 year ago

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sentence starters from my wip fics, pt. I

please do not add to this list nor repost the list as your own. tw: mentions of murder + attempted murder.

I just fell for that, didn’t I?

Is it because you like me so much?

I bet you regret this now.

Your heart’s pounding.

You’re too empty headed to know much of anything.

Oh, come on! I know something about seduction.

I know you’ve never heard of it, but some people have friends.

I don’t wanna hang out with the dork gang, though. Just you.

Yeah, well I’m an asshole, so we’re even.

I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t there.

Is that your way of flirting?

You’ve never gone to these lengths before.

You can be a real smart ass sometimes, you know?

I wanna see a different side of you today.

You made one mistake though—you didn't disarm me.

Kiss me.

You’re definitely not boring.

What are you thinking about?

We have to learn to confront it at some point.

Can you wait to kill me until I finish breakfast?

What’s the matter? Jealous?

I’ve never been more serious in my life.

[ Name ] won’t shut up about you.

Stop pretending to be mad.

It’s part of my evil plan.

I’m not repeating anything [ name ] told me in confidence.

You shouldn’t be so vulgar.

We both know we’re not a couple.

You can’t keep just walking away.

Stop being corny, I’m tired.

You look peaceful when you sleep.

I don’t think you think I’m serious. But I’m always serious!

I didn’t go looking for this.

I don’t like trusting people.

Please keep your feet off of my desk.

Wow, you’re so stoic and unafraid of threats!

How much of anything was real?

Was this the truth you wanted?

Past me had shitty taste.

You're so much more than that.

So, we were lied to.

This is really pathetic, you know.

Why should I go anywhere with you?

I have some ideas, but you have to trust me.

I see your cruelty's still intact.

Shit, you're really pale.

Would you stop trying to leech off of the traumatized children?

I don't have time to detail the extent of my work to you.

Why can’t you just talk to me like a normal person?

Yeah, well, I can deal with my shit myself.

Isn’t everyone so much happier without me around, stirring the pot?

I’m tired. Can your love confession wait until tomorrow?

No good deeds go unpunished, or whatever.

I got two people killed… er, technically maybe three.

Tell me another one of your preachy, boring life lessons!

Careful, I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here.

No one here is ‘okay.’

You didn’t have to come, you know.

We both know what I did.

Don’t give me some shit about ‘finding yourself’ and ‘healing.'

Hey, don’t think of it as bribing! Think of it as… a reward for putting my best foot forward.

Jeez, am I the only topic of the rumor mill?

You fell asleep on me.

I guess movie night is a good sedative.

I think I did something. Something bad.

Why do you have to make a joke out of everything?

You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.

Why were you so out of it last night?

You know, they’re not so bad if you would just get to know them.

Hey, where the fuck have you been?

Why would I forgive someone who tried to kill me?

Well, shit happens!

You’re either plotting to kill me in my sleep or you’re in love with me.

Are you asking me to stargaze with you?

Life doesn’t need to have some big meaning, I guess. I mean, I’m happy right now.

I come with tidings!

It's a cake that says, 'Sorry for trying to have you murdered!'

I can’t trust your big mouth.

What do you do when you disappear during the day?

I’ve never exactly been in a relationship.

At least take me out before talking about commitment.

Why do you spend time with me?

I’m learning more about you. The real you. And I… like [ them / her / him ].

Wow, you’re lame as shit.

Wait, so you’re seducing me by accident?

You two really like each other, huh?

Wow, your voice is so sexy in the morning.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #rp prompts #violence mention tw #murder mention tw

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frankenjoly · 10 months ago

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We'd fire no gun, shed no tear

post-vampirism hd

“So… I’m the last one to know it all.” Tetchô asked, in a monotone voice which still had some sprinkles of defeat to it. He was the only one who had been fully kept in the dark by their captain and it stung, even when it didn’t take a genius to know Jôno and Teruko hadn’t had it exactly better.

“I mean, it’s not like he told me the whole truth either.” Jôno added, sighing. “And my role in the whole thing would’ve been becoming a criminal again, even if for a greater cause.”

“And I’d trade ignorance, even the half-assed explanation, over the part I had to play in a heartbeat. Dunno what to tell you.” Tetchô couldn’t call his previous ignorance as a blessing, but Teruko’s words were quick on making clear how knowledge had indeed been a curse. After all, she had been tasked with killing the captain… in the case of Fukuzawa Yukichi not being able to. Plan to try and ensure world peace or not, it sucked. “Being the one he confided in the most, it’s kinda bullshit, when he could easily spare him and not me from the pain of doing what was deemed as necessary.” Teruko gritted her teeth. “That whole thing better work out, because if not…”

The sentence ended there, and silence fell for a while right after. Instead of an official meeting, that conversation was taking place with the three of them sitting on a couch, during a restless night that had brought them there as if it had been rehearsed.

And after a little more time, they all scooted closer to each other.

“Isn’t it shitty, how he’s gone and we can’t tell him all of this.” Jôno then said, in almost a whisper. Tetchô couldn’t help but nod, and a brief ‘hmm’ also came from Teruko.

“We get to be mad and sad but not to confront him about it.” Teruko let out a deep sigh. “The captain’s dead, I’d bet anything on how Tachihara’s officially leaving and… guess whatever’s in store next it’s up to the three of us. So we’d better get some sleep, boys.”

None seemed to be exactly eager to get up, so Tetchô opted for doing the next best thing; reaching out without moving much, he grabbed the gigantic blanket they used in movie nights and carefully draped all of them with it.

(Also on ao3.)

#hunting dogs #bsd hd #okura teruko #tetchou suehiro #jono saigiku #bsd teruko #bsd tetcho #bsd jono #bsd #bungou stray dogs #my stuff #clau stuff #ficlet #i was possessed idk what to say

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years ago

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No More Chances–Steve Harrington

"Just promise me one thing," I sighed as we pulled up to Tommy's house.

"Anything," Steve smirked as he took off his seatbelt.

"Can you. . . Never mind," I said all confidence leaving me. I started to leave his car but he grabbed my hand.

"Y/N," he whispered, "talk to me."

When I still didn't open up, he intertwined our fingers.

"Come on, babe," he said gently. "We've been together for six months, longer than I've ever dated someone. You know that you can trust me. So whatever you have to say, please don't hesitate to say it."

"I don't want you to drink tonight," I blurted out. As much as he tried, he couldn't hide his surprise.

"Okay," he said under his breath. "But do you mind me asking why?"

"It's just. . . And please don't take offense to this but when you drink too much, you kinda. . . Well, you become a different person and it scares me, Steve. I hate to be the kind of girlfriend who tells you what you can and can't do but. . ."

"Hey," he soothed. He reached over and gently cupped my cheek in his hand. "It's okay. If you don't want me to drink then I won't."

"You can have a couple," I stuttered, "but please no more than like four or five."

"Two," he smirked. "That's all I'll have. I promise."

He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I instantly kissed him back.

"Promise?" I gasped, breaking the kiss.

"I promise," he whispered.

I giggled as he immediately kissed me again. We both relaxed as our lips moved in sync. Things started getting a little too heavy but neither one of us made a move to lighten it. Until. . .

Knock. Knock.

We jumped apart and looked out the passenger window to see Tommy smirking at us.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you taking Y/N's precious flower, Harrington," Tommy smirked. "But there is a party going on."

"We're coming!" Steve yelled, making me jump. I bit my lip to stop the tears.

I wasn't sure what Tommy was doing but it made Steve mad. He leaned across me and hit the window. I jumped again, biting my lip harder.

"I'm sorry," Steve whispered to me once Tommy finally left. "He's such an ass."

I nodded but didn't look up at him. He reached over and gently grabbed one of my hands that were busy pulling at the hem of my skirt in failed attempts to make it longer.

"Look at me, gorgeous," he whispered. "Please?"

I took a shaky breath, finally looking up at him. He reached with his other hand to catch a tear that had escaped. He leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"I'll kick his ass later," he mumbled.

"Steve," I panicked.

"I'm just kidding," he instantly soothed. "I know how you hate when I fight people."

"I just. . . I hate when you get hurt. It scares me. What if something happens to you? What if. . ."

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I love how much you worry about me. It's hard for me to remember the last time I had someone who constantly looked out for me."

"I'll always look out for you," I said without a second of hesitation. "I care about you, Steve."

"I care about you too," he smiled. "You know, we don't have to go inside. We can pick up some pizza on the way back to my house and watch as many movies as we can before we both fall asleep."

I would love nothing more than to leave but I knew how much it killed Steve to miss out on parties like this one. He started ditching these parties when we first started going out. He acts like he doesn't care about these parties but I knew deep down, he cared.

"It's okay," I said shakily. "We can go for a little bit."

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "That's why I adore you," he whispered.

As soon as we walked into the party, Steve got swallowed up by his friends. I went to the kitchen and debated between a soda and a beer. I spent the rest of the party, eating the chips and slowly sipping on the beer.

I took a shaky breath when I looked at the clock above the oven and saw that we had been there for over two hours. I sighed before throwing my beer away and heading back into the mosh pit that kids for some reason enjoyed, looking for my boyfriend.

When I finally found him, I wish I hadn't. My heart jumped into my throat, the whole world froze around me. I didn't notice I sucked in a breath until the sound made Steve pull apart from the girl.

"Y/N?" He drunkenly stuttered.

"Who's that?" The girl pouted as she tried to get Steve to kiss her again.

"His girlfriend," I mumbled.

"That's awkward," the girl giggled. She leaned down and forced her lips back into his. I choked on a sob as I turned and ran.

"Y/N! Wait!"

I got outside before he caught me. He turned me around but I tore my hand out of his hold. He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to think of what to say. Sadly, I knew exactly what to say.

"I told you I didn't want to come."

* * * * *

I ran into the house, struggling to hold back my sob. I didn't notice that there were people on the couch. I didn't care. I ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I put my back against the door, the sob finally escaping.

"Y/N? What's happened? Are you okay? I thought you were at the party with Steve. Did something happen? Did he do something?" Johnathan started spitting out questions. "I swear, if Harrington did something to you, I am going to. . ."

"Johnathan," came Nancy's sweet yet stern voice. "Take a breath, okay? Let me talk to her."

There was some shuffling before Nancy softly knocked on my door. "Y/N, honey? Can we come in?"

I took a shaky breath before slowly opening the door. My bottom lip started to quiver as I saw my brother's and his girlfriend's pitiful stares.

"What happened?" Jonathan asked softly.

"Steve cheated on me."

"What?!" They both yelled in sync.

"I am going to kill that son of a. . ."

"Hold on," Nancy cut him off. "Start from the beginning. What happened, Y/N?"

"I don't really know," I said shakily. "I mean. . . The second we walked in his friends dragged him away. Two hours later, I went looking for him. And when I found him. . . He was making out with another girl."

"I'm so sorry," Johnathan sighed as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I don't know what to do," I stuttered. "I feel like a complete idiot."

"Y/N," Nancy sighed.

I pulled out of my brother's arms and walked back inside my room as I mumbled, "Why did I think that a guy like Steve Harrington would want to be with a girl like boring old me?

"Hey," Johnathan said, following me into my room. "There is nothing wrong with you, Y/N. Steve is lucky to have you."

"But I'm clearly not enough for him," I said, struggling to stop my second sob.

"Steve is a. . ."

"He was drunk," Nancy cut him off again. "Y/N, maybe you should give him some time and let him sober up. If he was drunk, he wasn't thinking straight."

"Just because he was drunk doesn't mean it excuses him from cheating."

"Johnathan," Nancy said through her teeth, "you aren't helping."

"No," I said, clearing my throat. "He is."

Johnathan and Nancy spent the rest of the night watching tv with me and helping me forget about the events of the night. I wasn't sure how many movies we got through or when I fell asleep. I stirred when I felt Johnathan gently pick me up and carry me down the hall to my bedroom. He tucked me in but didn't leave right away.

"I'm sorry Harrington hurt you," he whispered. "But I will make him pay."

* * * * *

The next day, I woke up and both Nancy and Johnathan were gone. I got up and slowly did a few chores around the house. I was just making something for dinner when Johnathan finally came home.

"Geez," I laughed, "it's about time. I feel like you've been gone all day. What have you been. . ."

My question got caught in my throat when I turned around and saw my brother's lip bleeding and a bruise forming over his eye. I dropped the spatula I had in my hand and ran to his side. I gently cupped his face in my hands.

"What happened?"

"Nothing," he sighed, trying to pull away from me.

"Don't even think about lying to me," I warned. "What happened?"

"It's going to make you mad," he mumbled.

"Tell me anyway," I said sternly.

"I got into it with Steve."

My hands slowly dropped as I studied my brother. "You what?" I asked under my breath.

"I had to," he defended himself. "I saw him and he was walking around like nothing happened. It infuriated me."

"You shouldn't have done that," I gasped.

"Y/N," he sighed.

"You shouldn't have done that."

I turned on my heel and ran back to my room. Once I got my panic attack under control, I decided to leave my room. But I wasn't prepared for what I heard. Or should I say who I heard?

"Please just let me talk to her."

My breath got stuck in my throat and I froze in the kitchen. I tucked against the wall, hiding as I listened to my brother argue with my. . . Well, Steve.

"You've done enough," Johnathan snapped at him.

"I know I screwed up," Steve sighed, "and I'm sorry, Johnathan. Really, I am. I want to apologize to Y/N. I want to give her a chance to yell at me and throw things at me."

"And if she doesn't forgive you?" My brother challenged him.

"Then she doesn't forgive me," Steve said after a brief pause. "I need to talk to her, Johnathan. Please. Just give me a chance."

"Why should I?" Johnathan asked his anger building back up. "You broke my sister's heart, Steve."

"I was drunk. . ."

"I don't care!" Johnathan yelled. "What I care about is my sister who has barely spoken a word since you cheated on her. As far as I'm concerned, she's already given you a chance."

"What do you mean?" Steve stuttered.

"The day she agreed to go on that stupid first date with you," Johnathan yelled. "Face it. She's too good for you, Harrington. You had your chance and you screwed it up. Congratulations."

"What about second chances?" Steve stuttered.

"You know," Nancy sighed, "I'm not sure you get any more chances."

* * * * *

I spent the rest of the night, hiding in my room. No one bothered me or checked up on me. Not even mom when she got home. Johnathan must have told her what happened.

The next day, Mom didn't wake me up and neither did Johnathan. I woke up at 7:30 in a panic.

"Johnathan?!" I yelled as I ran out of my room.

"He's already at school, honey."

"What?!"

"Relax, sweetheart," Mom chuckled. "We decided to let you sleep."

"But school," I stuttered.

"What grade do you have in math?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"An A," I shrugged.

"English?"

"A."

"History?"

"A."

"Spanish?"

"A."

"Biology?"

"A."

"See?" She smirked. "You have straight A's. I think you can afford to miss a couple of days."

"A couple of days?"

"Honey," she sighed putting down her coffee and walking over to me. "Your brother told me what happened at that party the other night. I want you to know that you can take all the time you need before you're ready to go to school. Johnathan and Nancy are going to bring home the notes and your homework that way you can remain caught up."

"We don't have to do this," I stuttered. "I can still go to school. I only have a couple of classes with him. It's fine."

"Sweetie," she whispered, "first heartbreaks are the worse. There's nothing wrong with spending a day or two wallowing in self-pity, then buying more shoes than you can wear."

"Thank you," I whispered.

She leaned over and kissed my forehead. "I'll bring home pizza for dinner and pick up some ice cream at the store on my way home."

"I love you," I chuckled.

"Love you too, sweetie."

After Mom went to work, I decided to busy myself and clean the house. I cleaned the family room, vacuumed the hallway, did a load of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and washed the dishes. I was about to start vacuuming the family room when there was a soft knock at the door.

My breath got caught in my throat when I answered it. He smiled weakly at me, probably waiting for me to slam the door in his face. For some reason, I didn't.

"Hey, you," Steve whispered.

"What are you doing here?" I asked under my breath.

"You weren't at school," he started, "and when I asked your brother where you were, he threatened to kick my ass. Again. But then Nancy caught me later and told me that it was your mom's idea to give you a couple of days off from school. . . from me."

"That's not true," I stuttered.

"Yes, it is," he sighed. He took a hesitant step toward me. "I came by Sunday to try and apologize but Johnathan wouldn't let me in. Can't say I blame him. I wanted to come by and apologize. I was drunk and wasn't thinking straight."

"The drunk excuse?" I scoffed, wrapping my arms around myself. "Come on, Steve. If you really want to apologize to me, start by telling me the truth."

"You're right," he said softly. "Can I come in?"

I hesitated before opening the door and stepping aside. He started to walk in but grabbed my hand and led me into the family room. When we sat down on the couch, I pulled my hand out of his.

"You promised that you wouldn't drink," I whispered when he refused to start explaining.

"When we got to the party," he finally started, "Tommy pulled me aside and said something about what we were doing in the car. He then started making suggestive comments and then. . . He suggested that I might be. . . That there was a chance that I could be. . . I didn't even think about it until he suggested it. Then I started to think about it and I realized he was right. . ."

"Steve," I cut him off. "What did Tommy suggest?"

"He pointed out that I was acting like a lovesick puppy," he finally confessed.

"What do you mean?" I asked under my breath. Steve smiled as he slowly scooted closer to me.

"He made me realize that I'm in love with you."

"You're what?"

Steve leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. "I'm in love with you," he whispered as he broke the kiss. The second those words left his mouth, his lips were back on mine. We moaned in sync as he pulled me so I was straddling his lap.

I broke the kiss, both of us struggling to catch our breaths. I chewed on my lip, my face burning.

"I'm in love with you too, Steve."

He smiled widely before pulling me into his chest and kissing me again. We fell into our usual sync as we got lost. Steve slowly laid me down, hovering over me. I ran my hands up his chest before weaving my fingers into his hair.

He grunted as he broke the kiss, and quickly got up. I gasped, turning into a giggle, as he picked me up and carried me to my room. The second he put me on my feet, I grabbed his face and forcefully kissed him.

We fell onto my bed, giggling against each other's lips. We were moments away from undressing each other when something outside I interrupted. We gasped, breaking the kiss when we heard a car door shut.

"Shit," I whispered.

"Is that. . ."

"My brother."

We shared a look before letting out small chuckles. "If he finds me on top of you, he will kill me."

"He's going to kill you either way," I smirked.

"Ehh," he shrugged, "you're worth it."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things imagine #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader #joe keery POV

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nani-nonny · 1 year ago

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So many things in ch 3 i love.... But here's some quotes i adore;

" Leading a team is a team effort , it’s not some role you toss onto someone’s shoulders and let them decide everything. You all should be taking part in the leadership exercises. You’re not little kids anymore, you can’t keep pushing Raph to do everything while you play your games or, whatever you guys do when you should be with Leo and Raph. "

THIS'S SO CORRECT! Leading the team is one person job but a WHOLE ASS TEAM!! OH MY GOD!! THANK YOU!!

Ngl i love how older leo is handing it to them raw like that; yes they're kids but if younger you is THIS fucking stubborn to open up then go ahead and tell it to them! THEY NEEDS THIS!

And mikey trying to get leo home no matter what is screaming " he's my favorite brother " vibes!

Little leo's part was by all means; terrifying, horror & disturbing tho it based off writing words, i never thought a fic can give me this much horror, am both shivering a clapping my hands in respect to you Nani.

It hit me so hard when little leo started remembering what happened in the previous minutes of raph's disappointment, the rest going to fight prime kraang, the evacuation, the snake turning to ashes - idk if this's a reference to f!leo turning to ashes in the movie lol - it all scared me and made me more worried for leo.

Now i heard the 4th ch could be the last - i mean you posted about it no? - and am tossing and turning in bed; how would the 4th ch go? Will it be healing? Will it be exciting showing future leo's come back?

Future Leonardo scolding these teens before he dips lol

No but honestly, his conversation with the teens was so much easier to write than Leo’s conversation with the future brothers. Leonardo has grown from the teen Leo is, and in turn his confidence has grown with him. Although he still has work to do on his self, he has matured to recognize that the past wasn’t as great as it could have been. He realized where his insecurity came and how it encouraged Donnie and Mikey and Raph to think so shallowly about the leadership change.

Mikey sending Leonardo home was such a fun idea to me! Seeing the stress Leonardo was under and so desperate to go home, Mikey knew he had to send Leonardo back as soon as possible, even if he couldn’t do it well enough. Luckily, Leonardo knows his brothers and was able to help Mikey. :)

To quote Mikey, “Man the future’s harsh!”

I feel bad for Leo and I think he retaliated because writing his POV was difficult. I had to change the dialogue plenty of times because it started slipping out of character to another’s. But the horrors Leo was facing is so intense, and it’ll get a bit crazier in the next chapter. Hold on tight Leo!

(And thank you! I’m glad it got the reaction I expected! It’s spooky hahaha!)

The flashback moments! Poor lil Leo! He’s realizing how bad it became in the future, and why the future brothers kept trying to talk without Leo listening. Although, I don’t think I mentioned that the yokai that turned to ashes was a snake? Anyways, lil guy is traumatized!

And yes! Depending on how the writing goes for ch.4, it should be the last! It’ll definitely be intense because we’re diving back where we left off on Leo’s POV! And it’ll definitely be exciting seeing Leonardo’s return to the future!

Thank you for reading!!! It means so much <3333 I always enjoy your reactions!

#nani nonny answers #distorted mirror au #distorted mirror #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt Leo #rottmnt fanfiction

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anakin-pilled · 1 year ago

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okay im gonna go straight into annotations because i have been waiting all day to get home and read this...it's like a little sweet treat <3 but i know you're not innocent andra you did something bad and im about to find out . PLS IM SO EXCITED AHUEHEHIR

"Dad always talks about Earth as if it was a dying hole, but... I don't know."

STARTING OFF STRONG WITH A FLASHBACK OKAY !!!!!!

...it seemed there was always beauty to be found even in the darkest of corners, even in the most unsightly of places, and that gave you hope.

bby i love you and your beautiful mind ): i am always in awe of you because you have such a lovely point of view and its infectious

"I want to know more than this. I will learn, and I will work hard, and I will fight, but Vi, one day, you and me, we'll be free of this. Free to do whatever we want, free to spend our days like the humans in the movies, just happy and ourselves. Wouldn't you like that?"

OOOH AND NOW IM CRYING!!! To imagine that some people are in search of more in their life, whether it be status or money, and then there are people who just want the simple things in life ): that is little neteyam ): AND GUESS WHAT HE DESERVES IT. HE DESERVES IT ALL...but just picturing two little kiddos face to face saying the sweetest most earnest promises to each other i am so sad the visual i have in my head ): its the details like that that really set the scene and make the moment even more real

much colder, much wiser,

so much older and wiserrrrrrrr (i have definitely commented this on another chapter or fic of yours--i cant remember which but every time someone says anything remotely similar to a taylor lyric i have to write it down)

...you were too scared to prove and too spent to disprove...

THAT WAS A REALLY GOOD LINE BBY

You didn’t think O’i’en would ever want to see you again, much less acknowledge you or talk to you, but here he was, running, as much as he could, the gash in his leg preventing him from any true momentum, but still, he ran to you and enveloped you in a big hug, that you couldn’t help but reciprocate...

O'I'EN IS TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD AND I DEMAND HE FINDS A MATE ANDRA!!!

This whole ordeal, this whole nightmare that only started when you woke up, it was his fault. The fact that so many people died, that you were in this state, that Oare.... fuck. Oare.

Now, I get Vi's anger, I really do. But is it really fair to place all the blame on Neteyam? Like babygirl...YOU ARE NOT INNOCENT!!! but also, we seriously need to sit and strategize at the war table because why is the entire clan getting their ass beat? I know two of their best warriors are down, but we need to talk because I have questions. PLS I SOUND SO LITERAL FOR SOMETHING THAT IS PROBABLY ONLY WRITTEN IN A WAY FOR PLOT PURPOSES. put me in the room jake!!!

A lose-lose situation, his dad would call it...

And this is why we communicate, children. Except the miscommunication trope is so good. SHITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN OOGMGMMOR

“No, we’re not doing this shit anymore. My ikran is dead. People are dead, Neteyam. All because of us, because this stupid war, that you caused. That you started. I’m done with the games, and the mystery, and your stupid mouth staying shut. You don’t know? Figure it out. Now.”

PERIOD TELL HIM OFF BOO 🥰 I can feel the tension omg..and I know Neteyam isn't just going to stand there and take it.

BBY THIS IS SUCH GREAT IMAGERY AND SO CREATIVE. i absolutely love this hyperbole (i hope that's the right word) and i am picturing an actual yarn turning into steel and snapping with a strong recoil like neteyam and vi or like jakes ass

Your best friend, your confidant, your training buddy, your sister. I was everything to you, and you just acted like that meant nothing at all."

OOP----YOUR SISTER?!?!??!? Okay, i know you said that no one is to blame and they're both as accountable in this twisted game of theirs. I agree and I think you've made it obvious that they are in a gray area--they're beyond of who started what since they both continued to carry out their hatred and scheming and etc. But damnit i would love to see everyone's opinion and point the finger to one person!!! HAAHAH

You thought about the conversation that he was referring to, that you had with Jake in what feels like a completely life to the one you were currently living. He did ask you, and you did say...

"He wasn't wrong."

ANDRA WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK JGOIJGOIHNAOERNGONEGJMOLBN I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO ELABORATE IN THE PRECEDING PARAGRAPHS BUT AHHHHHH also i love the pacing and actual structure your stories. you know exactly when to cut a conversation, or jump back in time or to other scenes, change povs, and leave us hanging more. you literally are evil and chaotic for that and i love it.

...you had left to evaporate and what remained was a bitter precipitate of fury and pain, that you wanted him to feel, that you needed to inflict.

SHES SADISTIC LMFAOOOOO

“I was just a fucking child, don’t you understand that? Do you understand how insane it is to punish me for something that happened when I was just twelve years old?!"

But like....she's valid. Neteyam has a right to feel the way he wants, but honestly he really was a fucking idiot.

“I fucking loved you. You were everything to me. And you broke me.”

ANDRA THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST STORY YOU HAVE WRITTEN (and possibly out of any neteyam fic I've read) WHERE I ACTUALLY DO NOT LIKE HIM????? AHHHHH I WANT TO SCREAM AT HIM...okay im dramatic i do like this neteyam but man i cannot wrap my head around his choices. STUPID MAN!!!

You fu-"

Before I could even scroll down, I already knew she was interrupted by a kiss. IS IT ABOUT TO GET SPICY IN HERE??!?!

And yet right now, they were nothing like you imagined, nothing like you feared, and despite the hurt, and the pain and the anguish and the anger, despite it all, you couldn't help reciprocating, couldn't help the moan the left you as his other hand found your hips

These people have issues 💀 I am just so fascinated by their dynamic. It's obviously very passionate and they both love each other under all that hate, BUT HOW DO THEY JUST GO FROM HOW THEY FELT BEFORE TO FUCKING KISSING?!?! i think hate sex is one thing i havent gotten my mind wrapped around yet so i am appalled, but it's also so fucking hot that i dont even want to question to psychology of it?? just let them fuck it out? yeah

"Just...Stop talking."

MY PUSSY THROBBED

You didn’t know which one would win, but you could only hope there’ll still be something left of you when the battle found its victor in the midst of all the chaos.

ANOTHER AMAZING LINE!!!!! it's not a story written by andra if the female main character isn't constantly fighting a battle within herself

When he spread your legs and kneeled in between them, you knew you whatever ounce of self-restraint you had was swiftly thrown out the window...

Scratch what I said before. I would give it up to Neteyam 100% without a doubt even if i hated his guts. He can just wreck mine instead!

"I hate you more. So much more. I still need an answer, yawne."

CONSENT IS SO SEXY

...as if he was a starved man in a desert, and you were his fata morgana.

I didnt know what this meant, so I searched it up, and AHHHHHHHHH

His face finds a home in the crook of your neck as he slides inside you, taking his time to feel you, every inch of your walls, as they stretched to accommodate for his size...

HOMEGIRL WAS SO WET SHE DIDNT EVEN NEED FOREPLAY WELL GUESS WHAT??? ME TOO BITCH!!!!!! my pussy would literally be ready for him 24/7. to be fair, they don't have all the time in the world but still it is very hot and sexy

"It had to be someone who had no resemblance to you. It had to, Vi. Don't you understand? Because any time I looked at anyone, I saw you in them. Their eyes, or lips, their tanhì or stripes, even the smallest similarity killed me, reminded me how much I hate you, how much I want to, how much I don't. I've wanted to hate you so much, I tried so hard, but you were in every dream, in every fantasy, you haunted me my whole life."

INSTANT ORGASM HEARING THIS!!!!! how do they both crave each other so badly, yet repel at the thought of it to?

But nothing compared to your penchant for falling. You fell hard, from grace, from cloud nine, for the other's other schemes and plots, for your own compulsions, obsessions and greedy desires, and mostly, for each other. Your relationship was fire and ice, it was everything and nothing all at once, a war you fought and a war you lost, a war in which innocents had to die and lives were lost, a war you were finally tired of.

OOF YOU PERFECTLY ENCAPSULATED THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH THIS!!! i love it so much bby you are so talented how do you even come up with this ): the high is always great, but the fall never it!!!! icarus flew too close to the sun!!!!

“Ma Tsa’hik. I’m here to ask you to let me out of this arrangement. Please. I can’t do this, not with Neteyam. I’m done.”

WHAT DO YOU WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!!!!!!!! ANDRA YOU ARE CRUEL. but i have to say, what did everyone expect? their relationship and the situation they're in would not be solved with a single confession and quickie ): as much as we would like it to, it's not realistic to ignore the years of pent up anger and hate that has dictated their lives for the past 7 years. Right now, they are toxic for each other an arranged marriage wouldn't solve that. i think they need time to think about themselves and each other AND then they can revisit mating.

YOU DEFINITELY DID SOMETHING BAD.

AHHH ANDRAAAA you never fail to write a good cliffhanger too. im actually on the edge of my seat because how will this end in one chapter? do i smell a sequel I AM ACTUALLY CONFUSED BECAUSE HOW WHAT DO YOU HAVE UP YOUR SLEEVE. pookie this chapter was so good, i loved the build-up throughout the entire series that has led to this moment, and the fall out that is yet to come. THE TRUTH IS OUT, , PEOPLE AND IKRN HAVE DIED, VI WANTS TO STOP THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE? what's the worst that could possibly happen?

i know as a writer you must feel the pressure and anxiety of writing out a new chapter while making sure it meets your expectations and everyone else's too, but you have never failed so far and i love that for you <3 ily pooks thank you for this beautiful chapter and your hard work

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕍𝕀𝕀: 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕎𝕖'𝕧𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: You and Neteyam finally confront each other, after a seven year war that left you broken and bruised.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (mentions of violence, battle, blood, death, confrontation, admission of feelings), smut, strong language.

wc: 7k words

a/n: we're almost at the end, besties. i want to say a massive thank you for being patient with me, i have struggled with writer's block for a while now, and my life is incredibly hectic at the moment, but thank you for continuing to inspire me to write this story that has come to mean so much to me :(. i hope you enjoy this chapter, that i once again somehow feel weirdly insecure about hahaha, and i hope you'll find it was worth the wait. also this is only mildly proof read bc i am exhausted and i need to sleep ;((( i'll come back to it in the morning i promise x (also pls someone comment on the fact in the photo vi's looking up and he's looking down cause you know - rise and fall together and all)

pls don't forget to leave a comment or a reblog and tell me your thoughts, i loveee to hear from you so much!

na'vi compendium: txepvi - spark, oare - moon, nawm - great, syä - bitter, tanhì - bioluminescent freckle, tewng - loincloth, tsakarem - tsa'hik in training, yawne - beloved

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I carved my name into your ribcage We talked of lands away from this cage

"Dad always talks about Earth as if it was a dying hole, but... I don't know."

Neteyam's head was positioned snugly in your lap as you both stared intently at the sky, trying to make sense of the shapes of clouds, and the way they passed you by like birds in the night sky, never to be seen again, just a memento of the present and how every moment was unique and precious, and needed to be cherished. You both loved doing that, in between practice sessions, or before, or after, a way to ground you and remind you there's still beauty in this world outside of what you were being taught, of how everything was in preparation for a grisly reality you both struggled to come to terms with.

"Yes?"

"The little videos we've seen, of the movies and shows Norm and Max and the other humans like to watch... and the books they make us read during English lessons and the music... it doesn't seem that bad, you know? It seems they were happy, and... good. It seemed they lived for more than just fighting and greed, more than this."

You thought about it for a while. He was right. Humans were... beautiful, in their own ways. They had love and heart and soul in a way you never thought possible - it seemed there was always beauty to be found even in the darkest of corners, even in the most unsightly of places, and that gave you hope.

"I want to be more than this, too."

Your eyes snapped from the sky to him, and his eyes met yours, boring into you with a vehemence that almost scared you. When he rose from his spot, he faced you, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath fanning over you, and your heart stumbled in your chest at the proximity and the way his smile always managed to take your breath away.

"Yes. I'd like that."

You said, don't fret love, someday I'll be my own man, I'll be free Oh, but darling, did you mean Darling, did you mean free from me?

“O’i’en…” your voice was hoarse and barely there, a croaking whisper you hardly recognised as your own, but still there. You were still here, and at least for that, you were grateful. Because there was more to your life. So much more you wanted to do and see, so much you felt you were made for and deserved, so much you still have to repent and atone for. Your mind was scrambled with visions of your past, so many of them you’ve lost count, the continuous onslaught barely ceasing as you woke, and you still felt like in a liminal state of being, not quite dead, but not quite alive, either. In those dreams, images of your old Neteyam were intertwined with his face now, much colder, much wiser, somehow even more beautiful, and confessions of “I love you” mingled with hushed whispers of “why is she not awake yet?” and commotion beyond your understanding. You needed answers. The battle, that now felt like a lifetime away to you, also somehow felt like it had just finished, and you rose from your spot with only one thought in mind: Oare was hurt. She was shot, and you needed to find her.

You wondered if it was fate, or Eywa's doing, that O'i'en was the first person you ran into, even as you were trying to avoid any semblance of another soul, the guilt and sadness mingling in you with flashes of worst-case scenarios, ones in which your distracted mind led to deaths that you will forever carry on your shoulders, that you will forever blame yourself for, that you were sure other people would, too, ones which you were too scared to prove and too spent to disprove, so you settled for ignorance and denial, at least until you found your ikran.

"Oh, Eywa, you're alive!" you were taken aback by his surprise, and by his pure, unadulterated relief and happiness as his eyes found your form, limping and bruised, with bloodied and torn garments and yet still... alive. You didn’t think O’i’en would ever want to see you again, much less acknowledge you or talk to you, but here he was, running, as much as he could, the gash in his leg preventing him from any true momentum, but still, he ran to you and enveloped you in a big hug, that you couldn’t help but reciprocate, melting into his all-too-familiar touch that’s always felt comforting and safe, and never bruising or cold.

You sighed as your mind, much as it always did, brought to its forefront another face, another body, another man that never ceased to pull you out of the moment and into whatever fantasy your mind concocted to replace reality with. As you tightened your arms around him, your palms flat against his back, you noticed your fingers being coated in warm liquid, and the feel of it, as well as the smell of metal that hit you immediately after, made you gasp and break the embrace, using whatever force you had to turn him around and inspect the wound you knew had to be bad enough, if so much blood was pouring out of it, but still couldn’t help be shocked when you were proven right.

“Fuck, your back…”

“I know… I haven’t had the chance to go see the healers yet.”

“You haven’t ha- are you serious right now? Come, let’s go now.” You almost forgot about the your plan to avoid people, too concerned for the ugly looking gash pulsating blood that trickled down his toned back, until it soaked in his soiled tewng. He didn’t let you move him, instead taking your wrists in his hand and holding you still.

“You look like you’re about to collapse, how are you still so bossy? Besides… there’s people who need it more than me.” The purple twinge in his cheeks let you know this wasn’t quite the truth. Not the whole truth. O’i’en was the most selfless person you’ve ever met, and yet, this wasn’t the whole truth. You looked tired and broken, scared and forlorn, and yet, with all your might, you tried to contort your face into something you hoped resembled the way Jake would raise the hairs above his eyes in a clearly disapproving expression, and while you lacked the most important aspect of that whole stare, it clearly worked, because he winced and broke the look you shared, choosing a spot on the ground instead.

“After… everything, I just didn’t know if I could…or should… go get help from the Tsa’hik. It feels like everywhere I look, you follow. I knew you were hurt as well, and I didn’t know if I could handle seeing you like that, or seeing you at all. But now that you’re here, I realise… I’m just happy you’re alive.”

You smiled, a small feat that felt like the hardest task you’ve ever been assigned, but still, you were glad to know there was still something salvageable about your relationship with the man you once thought you’d spent the rest of your life with.

“Come, sit. I’ll clean the wound myself.”

“You shouldn’t-“ He stopped when he noticed your look. You were too tired to be trifled with, and he was smart enough to know that.

You promised home, the kind I'd never known But here we are, skin and flesh and beating hearts And I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing wrong

You worked in silence, as much as you could, the thoughts spiralling in your head, worse with each passing second, and although you didn’t want to ask, you knew you couldn’t avoid it any longer, not when he looked so sad and despondent, not when the gash in his back spoke to a battle fiercer than you wanted to picture, not when you couldn’t help wonder if it was all on you. With a sigh, you spoke, and watched as he went rigid with every word uttered.

“What happened, O’i’en?”

“What do you remember?”

“Nothing. I remember falling… i remember Oare getting shot.” You wince at the memory, at how it was your unsteady, tired, distracted mind that made her a vulnerable target.

“Nothing else.”

O'i'en's whole body stiffened, and your hand stilled midair, shivers pulsating in your body as dread enveloped it.

“What. Happened. O’i’en?”

"After you fell... the battle... took a turn for the worse. A lot of Na'vi died, a lot of our mounts died, too..."

"The Olo'eyktan and Tsakarem tried their best, we all did, but without you and Neteyam..."

The guilt that was big enough to almost crumble you into a mess of sobs and broken shards on the ground dulled just for a moment while his words rang in your ears, echoing until they clicked, until you made sense of their meaning.

"Neteyam...? Where was Neteyam, why wasn't he fighting?"

His body turns to face you again, his barely patched-up wound forgotten in the moment that felt ever-lasting, but not like how time stands still as you're enveloped in a kiss, but like a nightmare you can't escape from, where a moment lasts hours, where every scream is expelled in slow-motion and the monsters get closer and closer with each breath that gets lodged in your dry, hoarse throat.

"He tried to catch you, but couldn't. I think he took you back to the village. He didn't return after. They say..."

"They say he hasn't left your tent since. We've all been working, trying to get everyone back, ready for the funeral, but he... he never left the Tsa'hik's tent."

"You're wrong." What he was saying made no sense. Neteyam has done nothing but wish for your demise ever since you were both nothing more than mere children. His hatred never diminished through time, and neither did yours. You both despised each other more and more each day, with every year passed, with every instance in which neither of you relented or found it in you to be better and take the high road. This whole ordeal, this whole nightmare that only started when you woke up, it was his fault. The fact that so many people died, that you were in this state, that Oare.... fuck. Oare.

“Where are you going? You need to take it easy.”

“I need to find her. I need to make sure she’s ok, she’s probably in pain and suffering and I should be the-“

You stop when you notice his grieving grimace, his eyes fixed on the ground, tears falling at his feet, that you followed from his eyes to their demise as they splattered on the ground, the droplets hitting your ankles in the process.

“No.”

Silence. Dead silence. Death silence. Silence that you couldn’t help fill with a crescendo of denial, louder and higher pitched with every new attempt.

“No, please. Tell me you’re wrong.”

“I saw her… in the lineup.”

“The lineup?”

“Of all the dead… dead animals and na’vi. So many of them, i lost count. She was there… I’m so sorry.”

Your tears mingled with his own as they collapsed on your feet and on the grass, and you forgot for a second of your rule - no crying in front of people. You forgot this as you forgot everything else, even your own name pushed from your memory as it was flooded instead with images of her, of your sister, that you loved so much, that you cherished deeply, that you thought you’d be able to for the rest of your life, that you were now told was gone, taken from you, in spite of you… because of you.

“No…Oare, no…”

“She’s with Eywa now… I’m so sorry.”

You said, "Let's make ourselves our very own brigade, this love our shield, our blade" Oh, but darling do you see the cuts from which I bleed? It's me you've slain

"Have you seen her? Have you seen syä?"

"What do you mean, Lo'ak?"

"She's gone, bro. She's not in grandmother's tent anymore."

Neteyam felt the blood drain from his face and settle at the soles of his feet, trickling through and into the ground, until he was so empty he felt faint, he felt like he would never be the same again. So many emotions tried him, from ecstatic relief that he couldn’t even explain to himself, at the fact that you were awake, and well enough to walk, to paralysing fear that overwhelmed him, at the fact you were out in your state, that you were gone Eywa knows where, at the fact he’s now going to have to face you and talk to you.

Too many things have changed in such a short amount of time, so many things he couldn’t make sense of or understand, too many revelations and the possibility of more, of the truth, that Neteyam dreaded. A lose-lose situation, his dad would call it - either he confronted you and you told him his father misunderstood, that it wasn’t true, that you too loved him the way he loved you, which meant the last seven years of both your lives, everything you have put each other through would have been for nothing, or his father was right, and having a confirmation of your lack of feelings, which is what he thought fuelled your actions all these years, which was a truth he avoided knowing for a fact for so long, and that might be too hard to bear after all.

“We have to find her, grandma said she shouldn’t be walking around.”

“I know where she is.”

He’s always known where you were when you wanted to be alone. He’s always known because it’s a place that used to be his, his secret spot, his uncharted paradise. A place that he showed to you when you were both children, and that became a safe heaven for the both of you in time, that you took from him after your unfortunate fallout. Just one more thing you ended up taking from him in time. He couldn’t have returned to this place anyway, not with all the memories of you that plagued it, that might as well have been enclosed in a room stuck in a past that he never wanted to revisit.

It took him no time at all to find you, his mind disassociating from the walk, until it was like he blinked and he was there, in the clearing that he dreaded coming to, where the last time he came, he took it too far, the memory of the words that you spat at each other, the way his anger physically manifested itself for the first time in his life, the way he lost control of his emotions and his temper, it was all so ugly and unsightly, it hurt him even thinking about it.

Your back was turned to him as you lay on the edge of the lake, one leg dangling mindlessly in the water, and Neteyam’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of you - your hunched shoulders, so far removed from the awe-inspiring, empowered stance you normally displayed to people. Your tail was thrashing furiously from side to side, ears pushed flat against your head that rested on your bent knee, braided hair tousled and unkept as it fell over your face, shielding you from view. Neteyam didn’t even know whether he should speak - if there was still a voice in his throat that could push sounds out, and as he tried, he heard nothing, the only sound in his ears one of muffled, panted breaths and thunderous, erratic heartbeats, that somehow drowned everything else out.

"Leave."

Neteyam ignored your words, all of his senses focused on your voice, on the sniffles that accompanied it, and what they represented. Neteyam has seen you cry only a couple times in all the time he's known you, and not once since your fallout. He was sure you would have rather swallowed a poisoned knife's blade than show weakness in front of him. He gulped audibly when he realised that if you did, that means you knew... if you did, there was no escaping the wrath that was currently embedded in your soul, that he wasn't sure would ever leave you again.

“Why are you here? You should be resting.”

He heard you scoff, bitterness laced through your voice that normally was sweet as a yovo fruit on a summer day, that now felt spoilt, like it had been left rotting on the ground, with no one the wiser.

“Since when do you care about my wellbeing, huh? Last thing I knew I could be dead in a ditch and you’d probably throw a party and dance over my grave. Leave me be, I don't want to deal with you right now.”

"Txepvi... Just co-"

"Don't you dare call me that. You have long forsaken the right to call me that. Just fucking leave, Neteyam."

He felt anger pricking at him like a dagger he was all too familiar with, that was dull and middling, but whose sting still hurt if pushed into his skin at the correct angle, in the right spot, where he was weak.

"I'm not leaving until you get back to the tent. Tsa'hik's orders." That was a lie, but one he felt at liberty to make, since it was quite certain his grandmother would want you back resting, and not galavanting in the woods, with a wound that almost killed you, that made you easy prey for the apex predators lurking in the thick foliage.

I didn't obliterate these walls for you to come and raid my home And here you are right next to me Ironically, I've never felt more alone

“Why did you stay with me?”

Whatever anger he had immediately dissipated like droplets water of a hot day, replaced by the same fear that was plaguing him early, that not even the adrenaline coursing through his veins could overpower. What was he supposed to say? It's not like he had an answer to give you - he couldn't even conceptualise it for himself, much less put it into words that would make sense, that would ever satisfy your morbid curiosity.

“Answer me, Neteyam.”

“I don’t know.”

You rose from your spot on the edge of the lake, and when you turned to face him and your eyes locked, his breath lodged in his throat. You looked anguished, sadder than he's ever seen you, puffy eyes so red, it scared him, cheeks purple and stained, and swollen, wet lips opened to accommodate the heaved breaths and quiet sobs that you tried your hardest to push down, so that he wouldn't see.

It was too late, now. He could see. He could see it all, and it scared him, what you were doing to him, these feelings that were rushing down with enough force to make him buckle under their weight, just like a waterfall that crashed into the river below, warping it with its power.

I fell for you faster than I fell apart And I guess I'm the one to blame for letting myself fall too hard

"I don't fucking know, OK? I just needed to - fuck. I needed to make sure you'll live."

"Why?! Why the fuck would you care if I live or die? Why? You haven't cared for more than half our lives, and now, when you would have been more useful on the battlefield, when you could have prevented this mess that you caused to begin with, now you want to play the fucking hero?"

“That I started? Are you hearing yourself right now? I wasn’t the one that pushed, and pushed, and pushed until whatever thread it was that still bound us together turned from wool to steel and snapped, yawne. You made it your life purpose to ruin mine, at every turn, in every way imaginable, for years. I did nothing to you, damn it. I just stopped talking to you. I didn’t hurt you, or purposefully tried to make you ache or suffer, I tried to keep my mouth shut and go about my life, without infringing on yours. I didn’t do anything to hurt you, for fuck’s sa-“

“You keeping your mouth shut and going about your life as if your life wasn’t impermeably connected to mine was what fucking hurt me, Neteyam! You saying nothing, doing nothing, acting like I didn’t exist, like I was just a toy you outgrew, that was worse than anything I could have ever fucking done to you, don’t you understand that? Do you understand that you abandoned me? Me, Neteyam, the person who was always there for you, the person who always had your back. Your best friend, your confidant, your training buddy, your sister. I was everything to you, and you just acted like that meant nothing at all."

"It meant everything! And my father fucking ruined it, and you ruined it. You ruined it, and I'll never, ever forgive you." the intensity behind his eyes, glistening with unshed tears that reflected the rays of the sun hitting his golden irises, the ones that put stars to shame and brought you to your knees, scared you. You came here to cry, and let it out. You came here to mourn. You didn't expect this. Didn't want this. But, for the first time in years, Neteyam was talking to you. Neteyam was telling you truths buried deep within his soul, deep behind walls you've tried to climb and pierce through longer than you wanted to admit to, and given the little crack of light you saw shine through, you knew you couldn't let this opportunity pass you by.

"What do you mean?"

He looked tired, you realised faintly. It was true... he did stay with you. His face was sunken and caved in, dark purple bags under his eyes, and you traced the tears that brightened his tanhì momentarily, as they caressed his skin, before falling down his neck.

"Tell me it's not true, what you said to him all those years ago. Tell me he didn't hear you right. That he misunderstood."

"Who?"

"My dad. I heard him... telling my grandmother that you'd never want to mate with me. Or be Tsa'hik. He said you said that. Tell me he was wrong. Tell me I was wrong for believing him. Tell me I was an idiot for not coming to you sooner, for shutting you out of my life. For letting this break me. Please."

Shock stilled you in your spot, replacing blood with current that electrified every ounce of your being. What? After all this time, so much time that kids were born and grew up, time in which you watched Tuk go from barely a babe to a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, beautiful girl, time in which you gained and lost your ikran, in which you gained a family and lost the future you thought you were always made for, next to the person you thought you'd always have your back... so much time has passed, and to hear it, the reason, was so unbelievable it didn't feel like it was real. You thought about the conversation that he was referring to, that you had with Jake in what feels like a completely life to the one you were currently living. He did ask you, and you did say...

"He wasn't wrong."

I ripped my heart out and put it in your hands in hopes that we'd put up a fight How paradoxical, since now all I can think about is when will we stop trying

You watched as the intensity on his face was decimated in an instant, his eyes blank and distant as all life seemed to drain from them as you spoke words that you spat without truly even thinking about it. Oare's death, still so fresh in your mind, hurt so much, made every fibre of your being scream in agony, and this new revelation, of the reason of her death being attributed to something you said as a little kid in passing, that he overheard and never bothered to fact-check, made what little sanity you had left to evaporate and what remained was a bitter precipitate of fury and pain, that you wanted him to feel, that you needed to inflict.

"This is why Oare's dead? This is why so many people are dead, because of one comment I made to your father seven years ago in passing? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Your teeth were bared as you spoke, and the emptiness behind his eyes was replaced with furious anger as he listened, as he realised you had no intention of putting his mind or heart at ease, as you realised he didn't deserve it. Not after everything that's happened, not after the way your soul crashed and imploded inside your body at the guilt that ate you alive, that churned and ground your bones into fine dust, guilt that will never, ever leave you.

“I was just a fucking child, don’t you understand that? Do you understand how insane it is to punish me for something that happened when I was just twelve years old?!"

“Well, you know what? I was also just twelve years old! And I loved you, Vi.” The break in his voice hurt you, like a shard of glass plunged in the soft of your skin, and you looked down to try to see if blood was coming out of the wound that wasn't there. There was nothing. Just emptiness, like the vast chasm that separated you, that always will, no matter the fact he was so close to you, you could feel his breath over your face, your scent in your nostrils, his glistening eyes big as planets, eyes you could get lost in easily, you could fall into as easily as falling asleep.

Seeing the unshed tears once more made tears gather in your own. The nickname, that you haven’t heard in all these years, that felt like a relic from a life long forgotten, long forsaken, knocked the air out of you, just as much as his vulnerability, that you weren’t used to seeing anymore did.

“I fucking loved you. You were everything to me. And you broke me.”

“I had to watch you prove me right every day of my life. Watched as you fought every day to push me away from my own family, and my own dad, who obviously always found you better than me. Watched as you moved on, with no issue, and dated Na’vi after Na’vi, letting them touch you and kiss you, knowing I could see it, in practice, where I always was, I- “

“You fucking did the same thing! You pushed me away, you never talked to me. You abandoned me, without as much as a goodbye. Without any explanation. You fucked girls anywhere I could see, behind my tent, so I could hear you. You chose them all so they bore no resemblance to me, so I could know how much you hated me, every time I saw their faces. You ruined my relationship with the one person who loved me, who was good for me. You fu-"

All you do is blindside me, it's hard to be brave But when the night cuts into the day, it's your love I crave I must've thanked my lucky stars too much They left me sitting in too much dust

Your sentence was cut short by a pair of lips crashing into yours, soft and desperate, clinging on to you like his fingers were wrapped tightly around your throat, like if letting go was unimaginable, like it was too painful to envision. In your dreams, Neteyam's lips were bruising and calloused and cold, and no matter how fiercely you wanted to protest, no matter how much you hated yourself for it, they were the only lips you ever dreamt about. And yet right now, they were nothing like you imagined, nothing like you feared, and despite the hurt, and the pain and the anguish and the anger, despite it all, you couldn't help reciprocating, couldn't help the moan the left you as his other hand found your hips, holding you impossibly closer, while your own hands found the back of his neck and his hair, that you tugged on until he growled. When he broke the kiss and looked at you, hunger and ache clear in his bright eyes, that looked more black than yellow as his hand found your jaw, that he lifted to tilt your head back, pushing his thumb past your lips so you'd keep quiet, you let out a small whimper, and watched as his pupils dilated even more, almost overtaking his beautiful, molten irises.

"Just...Stop talking."

His lips found the place on your jaw where his fingers just were, and the feeling of him on you burned like molten lava, and you push your head back, giving him access to all of you. Your mind felt numb - a battle within itself as it was trying to come to terms with all the crushing emotions that were fighting for dominion over your thoughts and your soul, each one more devastating than the last - from the guilt that you knew would plague you for the rest of your life, that you didn’t think you’d ever be able to overcome, to the grief of losing your spirit sister, to confusion over what you were doing, over wondering if this was a mistake, to the sadness at Neteyam’s confession and the knowledge he loved you, and you pushed him away without meaning to, to earth-shattering anger at the realisation that this whole ordeal started over nothing and could have been solved if he only ever talked to you and finally, to the hatred that still blossomed, even after all this time, and finally, the desire, pure, unadulterated desire to have him, to be owned, to know what it feels like to be wholly his. You didn’t know which one would win, but you could only hope there’ll still be something left of you when the battle found its victor in the midst of all the chaos.

He was rough as he pushed you until you tipped backwards, but his caress was gentle as he caught you and made sure you weren't hurt as your body hit the damp, soft grass. When he spread your legs and kneeled in between them, you knew you whatever ounce of self-restraint you had was swiftly thrown out the window, and you knew the relief you'd get to feel once he was done with you would be worth the regret in the morning - at least, it felt so right now. His fingers dug into your thighs as they massaged upwards, from your shins to your hips, and when both his thumbs caressed the sensitive spot at the edge of your loincloth, your breath hitched in your throat, silently begging him for more, hoping he wouldn't make you say words out loud you could never take back.

As if he could hear your thoughts, he spoke, his hands stilling on the knot of your tewng.

"Tell me you want this. I need to know you want this, or I stop."

You hissed at him, conflicted beyond words and reason, because no, of course you didn't. But yes, you did. Of course you did.

"I hate you. I fucking hate you, Neteyam."

At your words, his hands dropped from your hips and in an instant, he was on top of you, his gaze stopping the breath in your lungs as he looked at you, his hand gripping your throat once more, the aggressive gesture at odds with the softness in his eyes and the way he was caressing your jaw in barely-there touches with his thumb.

"I hate you more. So much more. I still need an answer, yawne."

You stared daggers at him, and refused to talk, but as you wrapped your fingers around his cummerbund and pulled him in, until his lips met yours in a messy kiss of teeth and tongues, throbbing deep in you at the way he moaned in your mouth, you knew words were meaningless, and words couldn't convey the feelings that tormented you, anyway. You reached for his tewng and masterfully unwrapped it, feeling his cock spring free and slap against your abdomen, and the weight of it made you gasp, a smirk erupting from his face in response.

You needed him. You needed him to numb the pain the he created, that you created, you needed the emptiness that came from being filled to the brim, the fleeting peace that would come with the high that you knew he could provide, because it hurt. It all hurt, and you couldn't stand it. You reached your hand and wrapped your fingers around his length, your slick leaving a wet patch in the fabric, that was increasing in size by the second, just at the thought of how he'd feel stretching you out. He let out a small groan at the way you were caressing him, running your thumb over the slit, smearing the precum that was leaking, that you felt a sudden urge to taste.

"F-fuck!"

"Take off my tewng, Neteyam."

"For once in your life, you will not get to dictate how this goes."

Despite his words, he listened, and you winced at the weight of his body being lifted off you, instantly missing the contact and comfort it provided. But he wasn't gone long, as he removed your clothes, and you tried not too think of how good his gaze felt on you, how empowering the desire in his eyes as he took you in, how he had to lick his lips and swallow audibly, as if he was a starved man in a desert, and you were his fata morgana.

He took no time in attaching himself to you again, the thick head of his cock prodding at your entrance, and the velvety feel of him against your folds involuntarily makes you shut your eyes closed and your head push back, need heightening at the way he starts licking and sucking at your breast, leaving purple marks in the wake of his lips and tongue, that you want on every inch of you, that you wanted to cum on as he made your knees buckle and your vision spot.

His face finds a home in the crook of your neck as he slides inside you, taking his time to feel you, every inch of your walls, as they stretched to accommodate for his size, and it feels so good, too good, his cock in you, his tail around your thigh, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin, or gripping at your waist, his breath on your neck, his teeth sinking in you so he could stop himself from telling you all the confessions bubbling in his chest, all the ways it's all making sense to him now, that he's never hated you, he's just hated not having you, not being able to call you his. Still, as he bottoms out in you, he can't help some of them from spilling out, the dam of his heart slowly coming apart at the seams.

You did understand. You understood too well. That's why you chose O'i'en. Because he was nothing like the Neteyam you came to know in the years you became an adult. Because his touch was warm and made you feel nothing. Because his eyes bore no resemblance to his, the glimmer of amber nothing like the green flickers that felt like were Eywa's inspiration for the forest that surrounded you; O'i'en's tanhì were scattered like light through the leaves and branches of the trees, unlike Neteyam's, which were like the star dust that created all life in the Universe, that shone brighter than any light post, that shone so brightly, they led you home every night when you were young.

The tears gathered in your eyes as he started a steady pace of his hips, conflicting feelings tugging at the string of your already broken and torn apart heart, whose heart beats felt dragging and echoing, different to the two sounds you were used to, instead pulsating three syllables throughout your whole body, enveloping you and taking over your mind, forcing you to come to terms with issues you thought you buried so deeply, you'd never have to see again.

I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you, I hate you....

I love you.

"Neteyam..."

"I know. You're doing so well for me. So well. Fuck, you feel so, so good."

You moan at his words, the desire bubbling inside of you quickly reaching heights you wouldn't mind falling from, being pushed from, so you could feel the euphoria that came along with falling, without having to worry about the inevitable crash that would follow, at least not right now.

"I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, yawne. I need to feel you come all over my cock."

For the first time since he's called you that, the term of endearment didn't feel ironic or facetious, and for once in your life, you had no problem obeying his orders - when you came, you came violently, legs shaking and back arched, whimpers and moans pushing past your lips unrestrained, and the sounds made his cock twitch inside of you, his own orgasm so close he could taste it. He lets you ride your high fully before pulling out of you, thick ropes of iridescent cum painting your abdomen and chest, that, in your fucked out mind, you almost wish painted your still-throbbing walls instead.

You know all my dreams, you were one, so it seemed And I love you but with you, it's heartache I breathe You gave it your all, just with everything you took from me

It was almost... domestic, the way he was asleep peacefully next to you, his breath so steady and deep, and so relaxed, it almost sounded like purring, his strong, muscular arms holding you close as you lay on your back, looking at the stars, bright, blurry orbs through the distorted lens of your tears, that couldn't stop falling, no matter how much you willed them away. The crash did come eventually, in the few hours since, and it felt like it broke all your bones in the process.

"You and me, we're meant to rise and fall together."

Those words, that became the overarching theme of your relationship, words that you never realised when you spoke them as a child that you would both take so literally, rang in your ears like a broken record your mind could no longer turn off. You were right, all those years ago. Even back then, you knew. You and Neteyam did rise together. From children to adults, from pupils to teachers, from toy soldiers to hardened warriors, rose you did, until you were so high up, the air was thin and suffocating. But nothing compared to your penchant for falling. You fell hard, from grace, from cloud nine, for the other's other schemes and plots, for your own compulsions, obsessions and greedy desires, and mostly, for each other. Your relationship was fire and ice, it was everything and nothing all at once, a war you fought and a war you lost, a war in which innocents had to die and lives were lost, a war you were finally tired of.

You and Neteyam rose and fell together, over and over again, your whole lives. A twisted carousel that wouldn't stop until one of you jumped off it, and with Oare's death, and the shame that followed it, you finally realised it had to be you.

In the early hours of the morning, after a quick wash in the cold lake, you found your way back to the village and straight to the Tsa'hik's tent. You were happy to see her, and nervous to talk, but you knew the quicker you got it out, the quicker it would be over. So with a deep breath, you spoke your piece, and hoped she'd listen.

“Ma Tsa’hik. I’m here to ask you to let me out of this arrangement. Please. I can’t do this, not with Neteyam. I’m done.”

Oh, my love Is this the end for us? Maybe we've had enough

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Themepark - Donnie and Reader

Pairings: none, but can be read as Donnie x Reader

Characters included: Donnatello

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR THE ROTTMNT MOVIE

Series: No

Summary: Y/N and Donnie go out of base to look for materials at an abandonded themepark together

Words count: 2951

Authors Note: I noticed I tend to write for the movie in the future since its so open and you can basically do whatever haha, I’m still too hesitant to do anything else but I’m slowly building up confidence to get into the TV show outside the movies or even something for the 2012 series even though I don’t have the perfect memory of that show. It’s been nice to write again though.

When Donnie asked Y/N to help gather some electronics and other pieces they didn’t think he would bring them to an old and understandably abandoned theme park. It was a small one. Nothing amazing but it did have a little rollercoaster. It was small, overgrown without any loopings but still, there it stood. An old reminder of the old world. A time where you could spare the time for some meaningless things like riding a rollercoaster.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile as they looked around at all the decrepit old buildings that used to house unfair and unwinnable games. In one booth they could still spot a few cans laying around, this had to be the place where you would have been able to play the tin can toss game. The cans were by now bent out of shape and destroyed by rust, so not useful to Donnie but Y/N couldn’t help themself as they took a few steps towards the booth. Taking a tentative look behind the counter.

Surprise, there was only weeds and a few doodads and rotting toys.

“Come on, I’m sure the old rollercoaster has some motors or other pieces I can recycle for us.” Donnie spoke, reminding them why they were here in the first place. He was standing next to them his eyes trained on the little screen on his wrist he was tapping away on. Probably looking at everything that they needed back at their base or doing some calculations or whatever he was always doing on it.

That reminded Y/N of something.

“Hey, Dee. Why bring me along in the first place? You know I don’t know anything about machinery or science or whatever you do, really.”

Not that Y/N didn’t like spending time with Donnatello, after all they have been friends for years now, but they were still sure that someone with a more technological aligned brain could probably help better.

Donnie sighed as he begun moving towards the rollercoaster, his eyes still on the little blue screen “Because of all the people in the base you are currently the least infuriating or annoying one.” He spoke so matter-of-factly it made Y/N chuckle. That was just how he was, and Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. If anything, it made it for them easier to communicate with him since he wasn’t scared to say what he was actually thinking. Even if it meant it could hurt others. Not that most cared about at the moment seeing how in the apocalypse there were more pressing matters, like survival and Donnie is one of the most important people when it came to that.

Not only does he set up the security for everyone at the base, but he also set up a reliable communication system, constantly finds new ways to track the Krang, develops new weapons and more. Y/N was pretty sure that without him the whole resistance would crumble in no time.

“Well, I’m honored then. Just tell me what you need from me, and I’ll help you, if anything I do have muscles to carry your things.”

The purple turtle blew some air through his nostrils as a silent chuckle which made Y/N raise their eyebrow “What?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that last training session I was the one who continuously whooped your ass. You spent more time on the mat than fighting me.”

Y/N blew up their cheek in a childish pouting expression “Well you used your Techbo and your mystic powers! That was cheating! I’m just a normal mortal! I’m not some crazy ninja dude like you and your brothers! Literally before this whole mess of a world I was out here just writing music, that I can fight off anything is a crazy thing for me!”

“Hey, I know! You are still alive so that must mean something right? Just think it’s funny you make yourself out to be a meathead when you are actually quite smart yourself.” Donnie was now kneeling at a console next to the rollercoaster. A few carts were still standing on the track. The paint was slowly peeling off and it looked like someone let their anger out on it with a blunt object. Probably exactly what happened. It’s not like anyone will need it and this world did kind of suck, so nothing Y/N could fault this random person in the past. If indeed this was what happened.

Besides Y/N was too busy being a bit surprised at Donnie’s genuine compliment. He called them smart? Well, that was just wrong, wasn’t it? Compared to him they weren’t better than a kindergartener. Which they told him so with a roll of their eyes as they leaned against one of the carts. Watching Donnie pull out rusted cables and gears out of the console.

He just kept on staring at what his actual goal was inside the console as he got out a screwdriver from his battleshell “Mhm, you might not know the same things as I do, I mean who does, really? But you have other places of expertise. You are probably the only one here who can calm anyone down in a panic attack no matter what. I don’t do this whole emotion thing well, but I can recognize the value in having someone around who does.”

It was difficult to argue with Donnie when he stated these things in such a matter-of-factly way.

“Mikey is better than me at it. I swear to god he can make people smile by just being in the same room.”

“But we are not talking about him, besides Mister Mystic Warrior is busy with all kinds of missions that he can’t be there for everyone at all times. Having you around eases a lot of peoples worries. They know they can come to you when they need a shoulder to cry on or in my case talk through logic problems.”

Y/N laughed “All I do is listen really, it’s not like I could help you with amazing insights.”

This time Donnie looked up at Y/N staring right into their eyes “But that is enough. Sometimes that’s all you need.” His head turned back around, still fiddling inside the machine.

“Huh.” Was all Y/N could say to that.

They absentmindedly scratched the back of their neck, looking away along the tracks of the rollercoaster, noticing the heat that begun spreading across their cheeks at Donnie’s genuine compliments. It’s not like it’s the first time both of them had a deep conversation like this but this kind of came out of nowhere and they just really just did not expect it.

Frankly it wasn’t something they thought much about.

A cough from Donnie brough them back down to earth, noticing that the crouched turtle was holding out a piece from the machine. Without missing a beat Y/N slung the backpack back down from their back and took the piece and softly laid it inside.

From that on there was a comfortable silence between the two friends. Donnie kept on working and disassembling the console while Y/N watched him, making sure to keep watch for any Krang so Donnie could work in peace. Occasionally grabbing whatever Donnie was holding out to them to deposit it inside the backpack.

This went on for a couple minutes. Almost felt like half an hour before Donnie decided to break the silence. He was still busy with the console, but he had a bit of a sheepish expression on as he asked “So, uh, you wrote songs? Didn’t know that about you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him doing small talk “Eh, before all this happened. Went to university for music theory and all. Not that it does me any good here. Haven’t touched an instrument in years now.”

Silence again.

It’s been a while that Y/N really thought back on their old life. They had such high hopes back then. Not entirely sure what they would have done with their life. Maybe taught other people instruments, tried writing and recording songs in a more official manner, maybe made or joined a band? Who knows. God, they used to be so optimistic about life, huh?

“What kind of instruments were you able to play?” Once again it was Donnie who broke the silence.

He never felt the need to fill the silence with idle small talk so something about this must have really made him curious to ask. Y/N’s smile still on their face but now it was mixed with a curious gaze towards their friend, wondering what exactly went through his head.

“Guitar, bass, piano, recorder, violin and a uni friend was beginning to teach me how to play the drums.”

Donnie chuckled “Kind of surprised you’d mention the recorder in all this.”

“It was the very first instrument I learned! It started my long road of music appreciation!”

“You are really a one-man band though. That’s a lot of instruments.”

Y/N shrugged “Well I started from childhood on to learn a ton of different instruments. Kind of accumulated over time, I guess. That said it’s been years so I’m probably rusty and bad as hell.”

With a silent grunt Donnie got back up from the ground. He got out a rag from his battleshell and some disinfectant to clean his hands. Y/N would have asked once again why they were here in the first place when he basically had pandoras box on his back, but they enjoyed the time together right now too much to question the validity of it all.

He leaned against the same cart as Y/N, taking the backpack from their hands to take a look inside and then typing on his wrist screen. Probably writing down all the little things he found to better keep stock of it. Donnie then handed the backpack back to Y/N, who in return expected him to move on to take a look at whatever else he could find here but he didn’t move. Instead, he just crossed his arms in front of his plastron. Staring ahead. His eyes darting around here and there, probably just keeping watch. It was something everyone was doing automatically at this point.

“I’m guessing you didn’t need these pieces as desperately as I first thought, and you just wanted to get out of the base.” Y/N stated suddenly.

Donnie just nodded “I mean, of course there are always pieces I desperately need and all but most of them are deep in Krang territory and this was a low-profile place so might as well and honestly as much as I love being in my lab I just needed to get outside for a moment. Would have gone alone but Leon would have chewed me out for this, so I took you along because you seem to be okay with just sitting around in silence. It doesn’t feel as awkward, I guess.”

“Aww, look at Dee, showing emotions.” Y/N laughed, they would have pulled on his cheeks as well to really annoy him, but they knew he didn’t like unprompted touch, so they refrained from doing so, satisfied to just verbally tease him.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. You needed this too, I know you well enough now to see when you are stuck in your own head. You were beginning to bury yourself in work again and we both met way too often in the kitchen to get more coffee. You are not sleeping much and as the resident insomniac I of course took notice.” He sputtered out.

Yeah, he was a good friend. He says he is not good with emotions, but this was really considerate and just nice of him. A sense of pride begun swelling inside Y/N’s chest as they realized what was happening. Maybe it was just the feeling of knowing there are people out there who cared for them and took notice when things got too much. As much as this whole situation of the world sucked, they still had people like Donnie around who made it easier.

“Hey, Dee, you wanna take a look at the booths and see if maybe some toys survived the years? Maybe we can find like a Jupiter Jim keychain or something.”

At the mention of Jupiter Jim Donnie’s eyes lit up. He may be an adult turtle mutant who fought to survive every day, but you can’t seem to take the Jupiter Jim fanboy out of him no matter what.

As Donnie got up from leaning against the cart, Y/N stopped him “Wait! Actually! Let’s make it a game. Let’s go treasure diving and compare what we find in a half an hour.”

Donnie narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Y/N didn’t need to know what exactly went through his head to know it wasn’t good “Ah! No fancy tech! Just your eyes and hands!”

They seemed to have hit the nail on the head since Donnie immediately groaned in annoyance and let his head hang in defeat “You all never let me go all out. Scoff!” He was so dramatic sometimes, which always made Y/N chuckle in return.

“Hey, I don’t have fancy shmancy tech or magic, it would be unfair!”

“Sounds like a you problem.”

“Donnatello.”

“Yeah, yeah got it. I’ll play fair.”

The half an hour passed way too fast. Both Y/N and Donnie ran around the abandoned theme park as if their butts were on fire. Trying to find anything useful or interesting to show off. Both had to remind themselves multiple times to be a bit more quieter as they physically began breaking apart the booths and boxes to find something of note.

They met at what used to be a café, a few tables were still standing which was perfect to show off each other’s loot. For half an hour it really wasn’t as much as Y/N had hoped but what can you do, these things were exposed to the elements for more than ten years.

Y/N found a few plastic keychains, still packaged balloons that would probably not work even if they were in a plastic package but still, a cowboy hat and their true treasure, a Jupiter Jim themed plush. It was a dog from one of the Jupiter Jim’s last journey to the moon movies. It was dirty as hell, but it did not have any tears anywhere and didn’t smell too bad. So, Y/N counted this as a win.

But when Donnie showed off his loot, Y/N was convinced he cheated. There were kazoos, a plastic watch which was one hundred percent broken but still looked fine, a Jupiter Jim themed Yo-Yo, a Jupiter Jim helmet, and a Jupiter Jim plush.

“No way in hell did you just find this like this. You cheated somehow, didn’t you?!”

But Donnie just cackled “I would not go back on my word like that! Nay, I say! I was just smart enough trying to look for the place they probably stored all their extra things in and judging by your reaction you too think that my haul was better than yours! So, I won!”

“Unbelievable.”

“Not everyone can have an intellect like me, Y/N. Do not be disheartened.”

Y/N ignored this comment as per usual, instead busy stuffing their haul inside their bag only for Donnie to approach and throw his own in as well. Might as well take these things with them. Might make someone at the base happy. Well, the Jupiter Jim things will probably end up in Donnie’s lab or quarters.

“I just noticed we never decided what the winner would get.” Donnie suddenly noted.

“What, boasting about your win isn’t enough?” Y/N rolled their eyes.

He just nodded “Of course. A winner should get something.”

Y/N just sighed “No idea what I could give you. It’s not like there is much to give. If this place were up and running though I’d offer to buy you a round on the rollercoaster.” They said the last part more quieter. Anything that mentioned how life used to be was difficult to say out loud.

Donnie tapped his own mouth as he begun thinking “I have an idea. I want you, if you still remember, to show me some of your songs you have written.”

This made Y/N choke on air, not expecting this in the least “What? I don’t… I never… I usually … I mean I used to play them on my guitar which I don’t have and haven’t done in years I don’t… Donnie it’s been over a decade.”

“Don’t you think the genius Donnatello can‘t get you a guitar? Besides you made me really curious now, so please? As a fellow lover of music, I haven’t taken the time to really talk or listen to music with anyone else.”

Y/N raised one of their eyebrows “You like music too? You never mentioned it.”

Donnie shrugged “You never asked. But yeah, I’ve got quite the moves, when the music comes on I gotta dance. Dancing is one of my few passions in life. So, come on!”

“Alright, alright. But just you. I also need time to warm up again. I have to see what I remember or if I have anything saved on my phone. But I’m just going to show it to you, because you won this stupid game, got it?”

He pumped the air in victory “Yes, for I am the victor! Also don’t call the game stupid if you are the one who came up with it.”

“Yeah, whatever, brainiac. Let’s go back to base before Leo sends someone to find us.”

“I’m so excited now!”

“God it’s so embarrassing though!”

“Exactly!”

“You are so mean, dude!”

#tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #donnatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnatello x reader #reader insert #ramza writes

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3raaaachachacha · 3 years ago

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6:54 pm

Park Jong Seong x female reader / 695 words / fluff / suggestive

Warnings: teasing

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You quietly snickered to yourself as you thought of all the ways you could subtly turn Jay on without him realizing you knew about his new commitment to No Nut November. The idea was funny itself, yet it became even funnier after hearing how confident Jay was that he could make it the entire month without having sex with you. As if. He could barley go a week without touching you, let alone having sex. Nonetheless, if he wanted to commit, then you were going to make sure he suffered through it.

“Dishes are all cleaned baby,” He smiled at you as he joined you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

You moved your legs to lay on top of his as he gazed down to see your long exposed legs, realizing you had changed into one of his big sweatshirts with nothing underneath. The sweatshirt wasn’t covering much as he got a glimpse of your red lacy panties that peaked out the bottom. He bit his lip trying to suppress his urges, he just committed to No Nut November, he couldn’t quit so easily.

“Your legs are probably cold, here let me get you a blanket babe,” Jay stuttered slightly as he tried to stand up, but you pushed him back into his seat with a smirk on your lips.

“I’m actually a bit warm right now. Might need to take off this sweatshirt soon,” You teased, seeing Jay tense up at your words as he gripped onto your legs to anchor himself to stay calm, “Let’s watch a movie, there’s a good rom com that just came out.”

Jay internally thanked himself for not giving in and was relieved you chose an innocent movie to watch, trying to calm his growing desires. Well, he thought it was an innocent movie, until a steamy sex scene played, making him grow in his pants from picturing the two of you doing whatever position they were fucking in.

Your hands played with the buttons of Jay’s shirt as you slowly began to unbutton them to feel his toned chest. His breathing became uneven as he almost let a groan leave his lips. You turned your attention towards Jay as you giggled to yourself, leaning forward to press your lips to his ear, “Wouldn’t it be fun to try that position out? I wonder how fast you could make me cum all over your big cock,” Jay moaned out, your words going straight to his now hard cock.

You grinned to yourself as your lips pressed light kisses onto his ear, trailing down to his neck before finding his sensitive spot on his neck. His hands flew up to hold you in place, intoxicated by the pleasure you were giving him as your hand fully unbuttoned his shirt before moving down to rub his clothed hard on.

“Someone’s excited,” You chuckled as you unzipped his pants to continue rubbing him through the material, “Does someone need help?” He moaned out, tilting his head to the side to allow you better access to his neck as his eyes closed completely forgetting about his commitment.

“Fuck Y/N, we haven’t fucked in our new living room yet. How about we break in this new couch?” Jay cheekily suggested with a smirk written on his lips. You pulled him to face you by his chin as you pressed your lips against his in a passionate and needy kiss, making him pull you closer into him by your now exposed ass.

You pulled away to scan his face before chuckling at his lust-filled expression, “That would have been a good idea if you hadn’t made the commitment to participate in No Nut November, but seems like you need to hold true to that,” You exclaimed, standing up and shooting him a teasing wink, “I’ll satisfy myself privately. Don’t want you going back on your commitment, now do we?”

Jay’s mouth hung open, shocked at what just happened and how desperately he needed you, finally admitting defeat from this stupid challenge, “Babe, wait!” He followed you towards your shared bedroom, “I’m not doing that anymore. It was a joke, I swear!”

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miyuwuki · 3 years ago

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Can we get some love for our boy Keoshi? What hc's do you have for him? He's such a big sweetie and I love him so much 😭😭😭

OUR LOVELY BOY KIYOSHI HEHEHE

warnings: none

kiyoshi teppei x reader hc’s

have you ever imagined kiyoshi teppei as your boyfriend?

the sweetest boy ever, and i mean the sweetest

the purest heart

he makes sure to greet you good morning, good night— even good afternoon

asks about your day and you’ve had a bad one, he’s all ears

would apologize for having practice because he wants to spend time with you and he knows you want to as well

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i will definitely take you out this weekend”

frequent coffee dates to chill, study, talk— he loves his iced coffee paired with dorayaki

would pay for you every single time

fell in love with your strong demeanour; you could be not good at a lot of things, but he loves that determination in your heart

after a while, he introduces you to his grandparents and it’s so cute— they love you

you also get close with the team and sometimes he laughs at you whenever kuroko scares you

or when izuki tells you such a bad joke

you also become quite close to riko, her confidence brings out the extroverted side of you

like that one time you cheered for kiyoshi really loud at an exhibition game

“GO GO TEPPEI, GO BEAT THEIR ASS”

“i’m so sorry teppei” riko says

he gets embarrassed sometimes because he knows he’s bad at a lot of things (don’t come for me, it’s canon. check knb wiki) but those are things that you love even more, and he’s more than happy to see a smile on your face even if it costs his pride

you were kind of shocked though because for someone as perfect as him, he was clumsy at a ton of things

you both were at a cafe one day catching up with each other after a long week of practicing and studying

and all of a sudden he accidentally spills his iced coffee

but how? your arms or his were no where near it

turns out it was his elbow (large wing span be like:,,)

“not again, teppei..”

you scold him if he pushes himself too much because of his past injuries. a bit stubborn but will listen to you eventually

keeps everything you give him; a cute note, pen, literally everything except food

never forgets to tell you he loves you before going to practice or before you go home

you like cuddle into him because he resembles a giant fucking teddy

he would wrap both arms around your waist and dip down to kiss your head

“mm, what’s up princess?”

his favourite kisses though are ones of the cheek

it just feels so nice, so he always does it to you when he gets the chance

“we get it, you’re in love” whenever hyuga sees and rolls his eyes

also he is addicted to pinching the shit out of your cheeks

you sit fairly close to the court whenever you go to his games and smiles at you before getting into it

celebrates his wins, losses, everything with you

he is very protective of you. just as he is with his team

if you’re feeling uncomfortable, he will literally block your sight with his huge body and help you calm down

that’s why he’s always holding your hand so he can keep you close to him

when he can’t sleep at night, he’ll call you or leave voice messages, just talking about whatever

and you make sure to listen and reply to every detail when you wake up

“err.. i couldn’t sleep, but i wonder if i can take you out stargazing one day? you just can’t see any here, sigh, i know you’re sleeping but i am beyond thankful for you. let’s make a lot of memories!”

arguments rarely happen, just because he knows you so well and will literally keep you on your toes

when it does happen though, you both sort it out like adults. no petty shit with kiyoshi, he wants you to be his end game

a lot of nerdy movie marathons, even if you don’t like it! you like that it makes him happy

but he’s a sucker for rom coms

“i mean i guess we can watch legally blonde, right? please?”

if he sees something that reminds you of him, he’ll get it. nothing too expensive though, just juice boxes, snacks, little charms, flowers

and just like him, you keep every single one

praises you for working so hard

one of the things he does that helps you feel at ease is when he rubs circles on the back of your palms whenever you both were holding hands

getting into that, he isn’t afraid of pda, but won’t be too excessive

wants to show off the relationship heh

has an instagram highlight of you

and he sends you songs that remind him of you

“hey, this song ‘I GUESS I’M IN LOVE’ by clinton kane reminds me of you.. let me know when you give it a listen, ‘kay? i love you always”

BONUS:

poor izuki’s younger sister,, she’s crushed that kiyoshi has a partner

“i was never gonna let you date my best friend anyway” izuki tells her

his grandparents love the bread you made the first time you met them so every time you go to see them, you make sure to make some

sometimes you only see them, not kiyoshi which he, playfully, takes to heart

“do you like my grandparents more than me, y/n? :((“

you bicker with murasakibara because you just want to defend your boyfriend

THIS WAS TOOTH-ROTTINGLY CUTE AAAAAA we need more love for kiyoshi and all the other side characters period

*＊✿❀reblogs and likes are appreciated❀✿＊*

#kuroko no basket #the basketball which kuroko plays #kuroko’s basketball #knb #kuroko no basket x reader #knb x reader #knb kiyoshi #kiyoshi teppei #kiyoshi x reader #kiyoshi teppei x reader #teppei kiyoshi #teppei kiyoshi x reader #zero rom #kuroko tetsuya #kagami taiga #izuki shun #hyuuga junpei #riko aida #generation of miracles

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever! this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it, starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.

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