#even the mild cussing is so spot on for him

[thatdeadaquarius]

Topic: Genshin impact.

au: Sagau.

idea: So what if you had the powers of every character you played as in every game you played and then get isekaid into genshin impact with imposter au. I imagine it goes smth like

Zhongli: “I will have order!”

reader, Who played Roblox as someone who lagged the game (explanation: I’m pretty sure ping is also how time works in games. If you can control the flow of ping you can control the flow of time in games.): “ZA WARUDO!”

Heyyy!! Thanks for waiting for the reply/response from my slow ass :0

So they did clarify what they meant/expand so imma just copy paste that here!

“k now I remember. So basically imma write it here since it’s easier: Basically you don’t have to (but you can) transform into the character that has those set of powers but if you do those powers are enhanced.”

Sun: Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, Light Imposter AU (as in, NOT Yandere/Dark), mild crossover elements bc Shapeshifter Shenanigans™️

Stars: bro idek

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, genshin typical mild violence, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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so fair warning,, ive never seen jojo bizarre, but i appreciate i come off well-read/watched? LMAO

so im just gonna kinda,, guess? like just cycle thru diff. random media, and im hoping both me and you reading this will have a fun time (as this is a little challenge, but i like it so ill give it a shot, dont kno if its a good one but- 😅)

so to set the scene, of how u got to this point, ykno of running like ur life (maybe?) depends on u running around different teyvat countries,

u thought it was weird everyone knew a little too much about you?? (ofc theyve heard u during gaming, they know u the same way we all know Markiplier, get it?)

then a bunch of NPCs/Vision users/Archons?? were REALLY invested in talking to you, which freaked u out even more

and by the time you saw Zhongli, yknow, just the oldest god in game, making a fast-walk towards you, ykno the retired god who didnt move an inch when an old water god attacked Liyue for a test, is now hurrying to you???

ur logically get so fucking scared sm shits abt to go down, u just start running

it isnt until ur reaching for a ledge and some webbing shoots out of ur arm (from a glitchy little spot on ur arm, where it could be coming out of ur skin, but sometimes its a blue and red bracelet)

it latched onto the nearest building, and thats how u find out u can grapple ur way, literally Spiderman style, out of the harbor

and bro, idk if it would be fun, or confusing and stressful, or maybe both?? to just find out u can use any video game power from any game youve played before as you go running from countries bc for some freaky reason they know too much abt you/are pursuing you-

dUDE- they had small statues of you in like every little section of their cities

u head to Mondstadt and as Venti comes screaming and flying at you (in excitement, but ur freaked), u go to hold a hand up and suddenly ur holding a heavy stone tablet that unleashes some holographic yellow chains that freeze him in place-?? why is this familiar-

oh my god u have the sheikah slate from Breath of the Wild,

and as ur booking it out of there, u manage to get ahold of a sword, and u know exactly how to use it to knock back favonius knights trying to stop you (they are concerned for their god who is just unleashing random powers on ppl, pls let Grandmaster Jean just talk to you Your Majesty-!!)

by the time you teleport ur way to Inazuma, (bc u still have this worlds access to ur player/traveler’s powers), ur trying to find a nice place to stay for a little bit

at least in that sweet spot of the Raiden not noticing/finding you, while things cool down on the main continent, before moving on,

and u get some tools to help fashion just a little shelter, bc u dont have any money/mora rn, and ur able to literally build a house???

a mailbox pops up and thanks you for renting with Tom Nook???? As in Animal Crossing-

and rlly if the BOTW/slate thing didnt clue u into video game powers, then this definitely would tbh lmao

right as u see Yae Miko circling ur house, with an armful of books? ..is she planning to thru them at you??, u get the hell out of dodge before her favorite god can follow along

(she knows ur prefrences in books and got authors/trends to start so youd have plenty to read, and she was making sure it was ur house before politely dropping them off! how was she to know thatd spook their favorite God, Ei?!)

u get to Sumeru and think ur safe, hiding in an abandoned forest watcher outpost (1 person treehouse rlly) when Nahida shows up in ur dreams,

and u just,

walk out of the dream, into reality, and possess a nearby ruin guard so u can sleep in peace, bc she cant access a robot,

that one baffled u as you re-possessed ur own body before realizing-

Five Nights at Freddy’s. 💀

U cant do that forever, so u try Fontaine, hoping Neuvillette/Furina wont rlly give af abt you, plus theyre the latest region, so maybe they have the least exposure to whatever the other archons didnt like abt you??

u get there and are immediately summoned to court, and right as the mekas show up to escort you, jfc they have a mecha army

(meanwhile, theyre thinking, yknow. high profile guest/our god of gods. ofc we need state of the art mekas to escort them, its only polite-)

meanwhile ur cape has now become wings, and a mask covers ur face as you glide and fly ur way over the city in an attempt to get to where u assume Snezhnaya is

it doesnt occur to you the game until ur running out of stamnia and catch ur reflection in the waters of fontaine, Sky: Children of the Light

u hope the Tsaritsa’s dislike for other gods/Celestia doesnt extend to ur otherworldly presence so ur just hoping for the best atp tbh

tbh youd forget what all powers you have, and the absolute chaos ur causing urself as u try to desperately rememeber what games youve played thru ur entire life is NOT helping to reduce confusion when u randomly wake up with elf ears (legend of zelda/botw) or get dragged into another ruin machine when u fall asleep/faint/do smth u guess mimics death lmao- (fnaf) 💀

…

(meanwhile the Tsaritsa does get wind ur coming this way, and just, makes the people have a parade/festival to celebrate you coming,

she did also have to get Pierro/Captaino to physically restrain some of them from going ahead to meet/escort you to the palace, she’d heard how the others scared u off, and was, ironically, hoping the warm welcome would clear things up)

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well that was, something. 😃🫠

sorry lil car, that was such a fun idea idk if i did it justice!! i thought itd be too op to include every media youve consumed ever, so i kept it to video games, (which, could u cheat the system if youve played smash bros??)

i hope it was at least a decent read, and sorry im half asleep so i was not v funny this time around, but, again, hope u got smth out of it 😭

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on another note, im having my wisdom teeth surgery this friday, send whatever u got my way, prayers, blessings, good vibes, ill take anything im nervous 🙃

have a good week guys!

Safe Travels Lil Car,

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[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒 ❞

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: when he comes back from arguably most demanding races of the season, he truly wants to be cuddled up with his girlfriend especially when they haven't seen each other in two weeks.

warnings: established relationship!, mild smut (18+ MDNI), cussing. the usual. typos.

wc: 2.6k

requested: yes | no ~ this lovely request right here!

saint team radio: i wanna scream, this was supposed to be out in SEPTEMBER!!! but now it’s here 🤭. lil one shot before releasing “Break my Soul” and i hope you guys enjoy this one. plus i’m getting used to writing smut now 😧 anyways bye! love ya!

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"I know what you are." You gasped as you watched Bella confront Edward in the forest. The morning sun was shining its rays through the large windows and sliding doors of the large house. The couch was slowly sinking you into it, the packet of cookies from your favourite bakery nestled next to your comfortable figure.

Understandably, it was quite early in the morning, 9 am to be precise, to be watching Twilight and munching on cookies but to be fair, Roscoe had woken you up for early morning snuggles. Deciding to check the time on your phone, you became distracted by your wallpaper of Lewis with you next to him with the green mountains of Bali right behind you both, flowers behind your ear to celebrate your birthday.

You truly missed him a lot, these past two weeks felt as if they dragged on and on the longer you waited to see him. Only being able to see him on your phone screen and tv, his fashion becoming a staple for you to follow almost every week. When his face appeared on screen for a post race interview, you would find yourself admiring him and completely closing off to whatever he was saying into the mics. Even seeing his car drive around gave you butterflies, just hearing his name would make you stop in your tracks every single time.

Lewis' face quickly invaded your mind, no longer focusing on the movie before you. Although you had tried to distract yourself with giving yourself tasks to do along with completing some work you probably missed, doing those things were just always better with your boyfriend around. Physically being on each other's space was something you needed desperately, a true connection when realising that you both had the love language of physical touch.

During these two week, you would resist the urge to touch yourself in thought of Lewis, deeming him to be the only one who could find your sweet spots so much better than you could. Embarrassingly enough, you had resorted to watching fan edits of him just for you to feel something. All you did was like a single video on your feed then you fell into the rabbit hole of his fans being extremely talented and feeling the way you felt but you would sleep better knowing that you had him all to yourself at the end of the day.

Snapping you out of your daily daydream about your boyfriend, your phone buzzed with a notification from the front gate of the house to say that a car has entered the driveway and you immediately jumped up in excitement, alerting Roscoe. "Come on boy, Dads is home." You smiled to the energetic dog who was eagerly waiting for you to put your slides on.

Opening the front door wide enough, Roscoe ran right past you to greet Lewis as the man was taking his luggage out of the trunk, giving his affection to his dog before standing up straight (with a bit of caution) to look at you standing just a few feet away. He studied you from head to toe, the Nike pro shorts were barely visible underneath the +44 sweater that you helped design. Your braids were fresh, nails done and from what he saw, a small but new tattoo on your hand and he swore his stomach flipped at the sight of you.

"Hey baby!" You expressed as you threw your arms around his neck, his head buried itself into your neck and your scent filled up his nostrils. "Hi." The tired voice vibrated through your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His large hands were resting on your lower back moving ever so slowly, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Moving your heads back, you gave him a sweet peck as he looked into your eyes afterwards. Studying his face a little, his eyes were a little droopy and his face wasn't as bright as you saw it on facetime hours ago. Letting go of the hug, you moved to help him with his suitcases but noticed that he seemed to walk a little funny as he walked into the house.

Finding him in the kitchen drinking a glass of water, you chose to lean back into the counter next to him. "Knowing you, I can tell you didn't eat so how about you go shower and i'll make breakfast?"  You suggested and all the man could do was smile and lean in to kiss you, tasting your strawberry chapstick before going upstairs with his hand on his back.

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A hearty breakfast and him talking about how the race went in terms of strategy then a few discussions of random stuff, you both opted for chilling on the couch to catch up on a bit of TV. Lunch was ordered and you two spent the afternoon just being in each other's presence. You then decided to showcase the clothes you had bought during the two weeks he had been gone, each dress and skirt getting shorter than the last with his exhaustion preventing him from wanting to take you right then and there.

Changing back into the original outfit you had on, he quickly changed into his gym wear to work out in the home gym he had built in before you had moved in. "Will you be okay to workout, Lew?" You asked, filling the glass with small heart shaped ice cubes, ironically matching the tennis bracelet you were wearing. "I'm fine sweetie, I promise." He muttered as his eyes trailed down to your chest, the +44 sweater long gone as the day became hotter. "Eyes up here, babe." You giggled as he didn't even seem to hear you say anything.

"What?" He snapped out of it, making you laugh a little harder. "Go do your workout stuff, you dork. When you come back, we can do some skin care." You smiled as he held your hips with his grip tightened. "I can think of something else-"

"Lewis, I'm gonna bite you. Go." You narrowed your eyes at the man who walked away giggling as if he heard the funniest joke.

Nighttime was slowly approaching and dinner was already prepared, finding pesto really easy to make. Lewis was still in the home gym, your phone buzzing with instagram telling you that he posted on his story. Clicking on it, you saw how your boyfriend took a full body mirror picture with his shirt completely off and he looked a bit breathless. The lights glistened on his abs and tattoos, accentuating his tan even more. The v line was showing as his shorts sat quite low on his waist and you were left speechless, gripping the blanket so much that you could barely feel your hand anymore. Rubbing your thighs together, you tried to relax your thoughts by reminding yourself that he still has what seemed like an injury on his back.

But to be fair, nothing could stop him, not even an injury.

You tried distracting yourself from the instagram story by playing some music and doing some online shopping. Hearing his heavy footsteps enter the room, his sweaty self looked at you with a look you knew all too well but you decided to not do the deed tonight because you thought he needed to be well rested for this.

"You gonna go shower?" You stopped what you were doing and faced him with crossed arm with a little smile on your face. He came a bit closer and you backed up. "Lew, get away. You're sweaty." Your cheeks started to hurt from the smiling and all he did was open his arms as he came closer to you. "Lewis, I'm so serious. Babe wai-" You didn't even finish your sentence before you bolted, heading up to your shared bedroom and he chased after you with both your giggles filling the air.

"Baby, stop moving. I can't put on the under eye mask." You pouted, holding the cold cucumber scented applicator in your hand. "It's just cold." He muttered, holding the back of your legs as you stood between his legs. "C'mon gramps, it'll take like 5 minutes then you'll forget it's there." Knowing how he'd react to the nickname, you received the nastiest side eye you've gotten from him. Doubling down in laughter, you held onto the bathroom sink counter for dear life as you continued to laugh with him.

As the laughter died down, you fixed your braids into a bun and put your hand out for him to give up his hair tie that he has had on the whole day. "I like your earrings, love. When'd you get them?" He asked, now standing behind you as you made eye contact in the mirror. His eyes still had the same look as when he came out of the gym. "Remember that one bracelet you brought back from Milan last month? They opened a store in Central london so I think it was Thursday." You nodded as you told him, removing both your under eye masks to then fully wash and moisturise your faces.

Lewis opted to watch you complete your routine as you did like to take your time with it, the scented candles creating the perfect atmosphere. His left hand came around your waist, his other hand holding onto your hip and his head dropping into your neck with small butterfly-like kisses peppering your skin. You stopped everything you were doing to feel exactly what Lewis was doing to you, his large hands lowering down your body with each kiss.

"Lew, baby. You need to rest." You whispered, unable to speak from his soft kisses. "Missed you so much, just wanna feel you.” He whined into your neck. As he picked up his head to kiss even further, you already turned your head to look at him, your face filled with worry.

“Can you not make that face?” You slightly jutted your lip out, his face sending a completely different message. “Is it working?”

“No.” You tried your best to hide the smile from your face, your boyfriend’s face dropping at the answer. Backing away from his embrace, you walked into the bedroom, fully aware that he was following right after you.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you watched as Lewis stood in front of you then locked eyes with you. “Love, can I at least eat you out?” His whiny voice sounded out and you were fully taken by surprise. You had yet to experience this side of him in the bedroom but if it meant hearing that voice all over again, you were all in.

Not even waiting for your words, the man dropped down onto his knees, holding your thighs as balance as he maintained the eye contact with you. “Please, please baby. I’ll be so good, I promise. Won’t tease you, I’m starving. Just wanna taste you.” He rambles, his eyes slightly closed as his voice drops the closer his face gets to your thighs.

You couldn’t believe what was actually happening, so much so that it took you a few seconds to even think of a response. His chocolate eyes looked up at you with such anticipation, eagerly waiting for you to say something, anything. All you could do was nod and within seconds, he began kissing up your thighs, silently thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.

Between her slight panting, you remembered that his back was in pain from earlier in the day, giving you an idea. “Lew.” You called out, his head rising to stare at you once more. “Lie on your back, don’t need you to hurt it more than it already is.” You said, slowly guiding him to stand up with you then push him down onto the bed by his chest. He huffed out a slight chuckle at your eagerness.

Once the clothes were off, you crawled up to straddle him but catching him by surprise, your lower body was closer to his face than he thought. Your legs were on each side of his head, your dripping core was hovering right above his mouth, he could’ve sworn he was in heaven. Gently holding onto his braids, you lowered yourself slightly yet not fully sitting, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Y/n baby. Sit on my face, please.” Lewis groaned from underneath you, his breath hitting your core making you slightly shiver. His large hands creeped up onto your ass, bringing you down onto his face with a grip. Once you had gotten used to him devouring you like a touch starved man, you eventually found your rhythm and began moving in perfect harmony with his tongue, slightly pulling his braids when you felt the all too familiar knot into your stomach .

Your orgasm ripped through you, your moans bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom. When wanting to lift yourself off of him, he continued to lick and suck on your sensitive clit, overstimulating you quite a bit. Your moans grew into whimpers and that’s when Lewis knew that you were beginning to feel tired, your body slightly shaking from the intense sensation of your release.

Now having a bit more energy, you actually lifted yourself up from his mouth and wanted to go down on him as you craved to have something that would give him the same sensation that he gave you. Before you could even reach his hard on, he held onto one of your hands. Kissing your palm, he spoke up. “Can you please just fuck me? I need to feel you around me, sweetie.” Lewis asked, the same look from before wooing you so easily.

You continued making your way down on him until he suddenly flipped the both of you. “Lew! Warn a girl next time!” You wanted to roll your eyes at him but he just smiled and leaned down to give you a breathtaking kiss, feeling butterflies in your stomach once more.

“I’ve got you, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” He smirked, holding your legs to go around his waist. Once entering you, it truly felt like this should go on forever, have this night replay in your mind like a broken record. His hips snapping against yours would bring you back to reality, seeing stars once the familiar knot returned to taunt you. With the way he was pounding into you, you would’ve never thought he had back pain the whole time.

You screamed upon your 4th release, your body flopping against the sheets as you tried to catch your breath. Lewis emerged from the bathroom with a warm and slightly wet towel to gently wipe your pussy, you sucked in a breath as your sensitive clit felt the material against you.

Once fully done with aftercare for you and himself, you looked up at the man as you layed on your front to look at him laying next to you. “I truly love you, Y/n. Couldn’t thank the stars enough for you.” He expressed, the look in his eyes sending a deeper message into your soul.

“I love you so much, Lewis.” You responded and you could feel the love radiating off of each other.

This was love and you could forever drown in this feeling with Lewis right by your side.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Roll Into Me

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader

Genre: smut / suggestive fluff

Tropes: established couple

Warnings: everything but the actual smut scene occurs here, nudity, mild cussing

Word count: 961

Chanyeol had barely gotten through the front door and dropped the bag he had over his shoulder before you launched yourself at him, his surprise thankfully not inhibiting his body from moving quickly to catch you. He then grinned, delighting in the shriek-whimper that left your mouth before your head buried into the side of his neck.

He chuckled. “Did you miss me, by chance?”

“I’m so glad you’re home. It was hell without you.”

“Aw, was it?” he wondered genuinely, looking around the apartment for telltale signs of such torment. Everything looked almost the same, and he smiled brightly when he spotted the flowers he had gotten delivered two days prior with a note telling you he was coming home earlier than planned sitting in a vase on the corner of the kitchen countertop.

He carried you over to said countertop and placed you down, right as you pulled back enough to scowl at him. “Why did you put the instant pot on the top shelf?! I wanted to pressure cook some chicken to shred, but I couldn’t get it down because I have no idea where the stool has gone to!”

“Did I?” he asked, scratching his head in what he hoped appeared like confusion.

You didn’t buy it for a second and slapped his upper arm playfully. “And where is the box of my snacks?! You hid them on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I did no such thing!” he responded, but he was unable to stop another chuckle from tumbling from his lips.

“You’re such a teasing shit, you know that? I’ve been going out of my mind with all the small but significant changes you made to annoy me whilst you’ve been gone, and here you are trying to act innocent?! Park Chanyeol, you’re anything but!”

“I didn’t want you to stop needing me,” he disputed, and you stopped mid-way from retorting, your expression softening. He leaned forward, chuffed at your reaction. “And your snacks are up on the top shelf too.”

“The stool?”

“Behind the washing machine,” he confessed, smiling even when his lips met yours. You sighed into the embrace, shifting again until you were flush against him, your body rolling forward into him in that familiar way that he loved so much. He couldn’t stop the extra thud his heart did then, his brain crooning there she is to him as he realised just how much he had anticipated the move. You arched further into the embrace, a needy little moan breathily being passed from you through the kiss. He kissed you deeper, harder, until he couldn’t breathe anymore and needed air.

“Missed you.”

“Missed this,” you refuted, and he grinned, nodding down at your body flush against his.

“Me too. I thought I was imagining it when I was away and thinking about this.”

“What?”

“You when you kiss me.” You frowned, and instead of explaining it, he reached out for your lips again. He smiled when your hips shifted against him and briefly cut off the kiss. “That. You do that.”

“I do what?”

“You have no idea?” he asked with a surprised laugh and moved his hands from the countertop where they had ended up and put them on your hips. “You roll yourself into me when you arch your back. With every kiss you give me. You’ve never noticed it?”

“I…” Pausing to look down and then up at Chanyeol, you placed a hand on his neck to bring his lips closer to yours. You were too rigid going into the kiss as you tried to understand the habit, and whilst your body shifted infinitesimally, it wasn’t like it usually was. Chanyeol scooped you up and kissed you more passionately, hoping that after losing your focus you’d discover the little habit. Instead, he too lost track of what you were both discussing, his own body shifting, needing, craving.

Soon you were no longer resting on the countertop but clumsily pulled into his arms again and making your way to the bedroom, Chanyeol tripping over a soft toy your dog left lying around. He cursed but managed to right you both, succeeding in reaching his destination, sans his hoodie and your dress along the way.

“It’s been too long.”

“Really,” you agreed, your hands greedily smoothing over his skin whilst he kicked off his pants. Chanyeol’s attention slipped back to you, his palms skimming over familiar trails as he stripped you of your underwear. Crawling up onto the bed, he brought his body back against yours. It wasn’t long until your lips moved from his neck up to his lips, and Chanyeol groaned with the satisfaction of having your taste upon his tongue once more.

Suddenly, it stopped.

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed, sitting up and leaving him stranded below you with his lips still puckered mid-kiss. “I really do it!”

“Huh?”

“The hip thing! I never realised, but I just did it then.”

Chanyeol blinked several times before pointing down at his body. “Could you do it again right now? I was experiencing something then.”

“It’s your fault! You pointed it out to me.”

“Talk later? Meet me here now?” he begged, and you laughed, pushing him onto his back and throwing a leg over his waist, nestling your body with his.

You kissed him sweetly, and now that he didn’t feel so bereft with you back against him, he matched your smile when you rolled into him, your back arching.

“There you are.”

“You wait for me to do it?”

“Almost every time,” he confessed, drawing you back into the throes of your building passion. Closing his eyes as your lips moved to other parts of his body, he let out a little contented sigh.

It’s good to be home.

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[obanaispy]

DOVES IN THE WIND

cast ! gojo satoru + y/n { fem body. she/they pronouns. }

wc ! 1.1k

tldr ! y/n hates a guy so much.. she fucks him!

content ! pussy eating + mild dirty talk + drug use

a/n ! MDNI . thank you all so much for 400 followers! this is my gift to you all, a two parter! also have some ex hubby eren coming back… send it your suggestions & enjoy! 🐁

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“Chill..Was this invitation only?”

“We have a strict no douche policy”

“Well then, guess I have nothing to worry about.”

I huffed as Gojo pushed past me, walking into my kitchen like he owned the place. Body way too fucking relaxed for my comfortability. Did he even bring any liquor to the function? A joint? Shit, a deck of cards? Of course not, yet everyone screamed his name in joy as soon as he was spotted. My eyes rolled as I followed him, just to make sure he didn’t slip a bottle in his pants or some shit.

“Cmon Y/n… loosen up” his voice boomed, smirking at me once he saw the glare painted on my face. I wanted to grip his lips in my hand and rip off that smug look. “I know you’re used to being loose but.. i’m good the way I am” I shot back, a bitter, buttery smile coming onto my face. This was the first party of my college spring break and I held the honor of planning it. I had to be sure that everything was perfect. So far, everyone was drunk or cross faded but me. Sighing out, I decided to simply ignore the frosted haired freak pouring a round of shots for everyone out of a bottle he simply did not own.

Call me a tight ass but, Gojo deserves not a lick of sympathy from me. Not only did he make my life a living hell with the constant flirting in high school— he also didn’t stop once we entered college. I feel like he has some sort of weird fetish when it comes to being cussed out by me, not to shame anyone of course. I would be chill with it if I was getting paid.. or if he wasn’t so annoying. Taking two shots back to back, my face twisted into a grimace before refocusing once again, eyes deciding to land on Gojo. Fuck. He was coming over.

Quickly, I took a swig out of the bottle, fuck the cup. I couldn’t bear looking at his smug face without a little assistance.

“Y/n.. my bad for just waltzing into your house. Your roommate invited me..” she invited this douche? I'm turning off the wifi tomorrow. Y/n tuned back in at a comment that piqued their interest. “Can I roll you a joint?”. Ah, so you did decide to bring something instead of being a freeloader they thought to themself.

“Sure. I would never say no to free drugs”

Now, since when did free drugs equal making out with your sworn enemy? Was it because of that last shot of Casamigos? Tequila goes straight to my fat mama, I knew that. What I didn’t know is that I would find myself in my bedroom with the Gojo Satoru, shirt thrown on my floor and a sock hanging off my door handle. Gojo’s hands ran from my shoulders to my chest, groping my boobs through my lace bra. My hands were fumbling through his hair, my legs moving backwards to walk us to my bed.

I swear they had a mind of their own.

“This is the real Y/n, huh? This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” Gojo chuckled, ignoring the way Y/n mumbled for him to shut up. Their hands fought to get the other undressed first, Y/n now only in their panties. Gojo gently pushed them onto the bed, hands massaging her hips as his lips ran across their neck. His tongue swirled, lips latching onto the tender spots she had told not a single soul about. “You gonna eat this pussy or what” Y/n asked bluntly, earning a snort from Gojo.

“What happened to please?” he chuckled, mouth slowly running down to close around her puffy nipples. His hands made themselves busy, pulling down Y/n’s panties before palming her cunt. A finger slid between their folds before slipping inside of them. A second joined the first immediately, pumping and curling deeper into her heaven as his eyes looked down on the way her face reacted to those tender areas being stimulated. Gojo’s thumb pressed against their clit, rotating as his fingers increased in speed.

“So that’s what you like, huh? Like when I stretch that cunt? I can feel you tightening around me.. gonna cum already?”

Y/n scoffed, trying to sound annoyed through her breathy moans. “Of c-course not.. don’t… don’t flatter yourself.” As catty as she was being, they didn’t want for him to stop. His mouth replaced his thumb, tongue swirling around their clit, flicking against it before pressing down flatly— head shaking from left to right. His fingers never stopped, his free hand holding Y/n down against the bed as her body trembled and squirmed. Fuck. Gojo was annoying but he sure knew how to eat pussy. His face came up for a brief moment, chin and eyes glistening for different reasons.

“You on the pill?”

*Record scratch*

What the fuck was I doing here? No seriously like.. I have GOT to be drunk off my ass. Did this fucking guy think we were about to be passionately fucking? I was just trying to give fat mama her time to shine! She deserved a little nibble.

“Uhh.. yes but..” shit. Why did Y/n feel so awkward? The high was coming down and although she could hear her cunt basically squeaking out his name between the now annoying throbs— maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Gojo liked to talk and Y/n didn’t want to be yet another one of his topics. “You should head back downstairs..”. Gojo immediately brought his body up completely, expression looking as if he was trying to figure out how to respond like his ego wasn’t just hit with an uppercut.

“Ah.. got it.” he smiled, standing as his cock stood with him. Looking down, his face tinted pink, hands going to cover himself. “Nice sheets.” he shot, chuckling as he walked out leaving Y/n alone, naked and horny. Looking down at her pompompurin themed bedspread they sighed, plopping backwards in hopes of falling through the mattress.

I didn’t know which one was worse, my hangover or my anxiety. Fuck it, both of those bitches were tied. I had successfully managed to make my way around campus without running into.. you know who. Now, all I had to do was go home and wait until my skull wasn’t being cracked open by my poor decisions.

Gojo was waiting at my car. How did he still look good after last night? I wanted to punch him in his annoying, smug face. “Can we talk?” he asked, throwing me off guard. Why so serious? I looked around before giving my attention back to him, “fine but… let’s go to my house. I don’t want to be seen out here with you.”

“Lead the way.”

[an-0nii]

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"Dumb conversations, we lose track of time. Have I told you lately... I'm grateful you're mine?"

Prompt: You and your boyfriend get all cuddly and he starts to sing this song! :)

Pairing: BF!Gojo x GN!Reader

Warnings: Sappy stuff (or romance in general) if you hate it. Reader calls Satoru an idiot. Mild cussing. Nothing more.

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You and Satoru were a couple for a year now. Every day, he always surprises you with gifts, new facts or even habits about himself,and words of love, some touches too.

And tonight? It was no different from the rest.

Satoru was cuddling you, sitting on the couch while you were on his lap, using you like a stuffed toy, a cuddle bear.

He was so clingy like this, even in public. Maybe twice the amount... It was not a big deal, though. You certainly didn't mind it as it's not a big problem to you AND him. Plus, he's giving you alone time if you needed it. He may be one cocky man, but he wasn't an asshole.

As you two cuddled by the couch, a blanket draped over the two of you, you were contented like this.

Until, Satoru sang softly. A song you have heard somewhere.

"Dumb conversations, we lose track of time..." Satoru started, closing his eyes, voice sweet like honey as ever. Smoother than butter, even.

"Have I told you lately..." Satoru paused before opening his eyes and turned you around to face him, shifting you comfortably on the spot.

"I'm grateful you're mine?"

"I'm grateful you're mine?"

The two sang in unison, growing flabbergasted before chuckling softly, chuckles and giggles escaping their lips with a smile.

"Yeah... Have I told you that, lately? I mean... I am thankful for you in many ways that words aren't sufficient enough?" You spoke softly with a smitten smile, tousling his fluffy white hair tenderly.

"You don't need to tell me nor show me. That's like a bonus to me, y'know? Though, it doesn't hurt to show every once in a while." Satoru snickered while a playful jab landed on his chest.

"Yeah, yeah." You playfully rolled your eyes before you pressed your lips on his.

This made Satoru shocked, even if he already received so many kisses from you during the past. Yet, it always never fails to surprise him, in a good way, of course.

You then pulled away, giggling at his reaction. All he could do to end this night is rain you with love such as kisses, hugs, and more words of affection.

"I love you. So much." Satoru ended as he whispered with a sincere smitten smile on his lips.

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[pocarinapyon]

[Chilis] Naughty Journal - Sumeru Edition

Imagine having a journal dedicated for jotting down all [lewd] fantasies about that certain hot guy. But then one thing led to another and now mister certain hot guy learns of your indecent thoughts towards him. What happens next?

The delicious fantasies, of course!

Starring : Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh, Tighnari, Wanderer (Separate)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶🌶️ [Chilis] Actual seggs; Stray cuss words; Petnames (if it bothers you); Sadistic Tendency (Alhaitham, Tighnari, The Wanderer); Slight Yandere Tendency (Cyno); Masochistic Tendency (you); Orgasm Denial (Alhaitham - self-inflicted, You); Oral / Fellatio (receivers: you, Alhaitham, Kaveh); Overstimulation; Breeding kink; Dumbification; Cervix kissing; Filming; Sweet Cyno (at first!?); Sort of sub Kaveh; Sort of Feral Tighnari; Mentions of being affected by posion mushroom (please, do not carelessly approach, eat, or touch mushrooms unless confirmed they are safe!!); Mentions if over exposure to Aphrodisiac; Knotting; Derogatory names (receiver: you); Fingering; etc.

Edited but not beta read. Sorry if there are grammatical / spelling errors. 🥺

Future Plan : Mild Naughty Journal Inazuma Edition; But what happened to "Just a Toy (The Wanderer)"?? Uhm.... I am still polishing it but I thought I'd move on to a project I'm more comfortable with;

Links : Pinned Post, [Mild] Naughty Journal Sumeru Edition, [Mild] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Chilis] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Mild + Chili] Naughty Journal Scaramouche Request

Note : [W/N] means Wanderer's Name.

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy and look forward to other Naughty Journals in the far future.

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📚 Alhaitham

Contrary to Alhaitham's previous warnings, he himself actively recorded your scandalous love-making in his Akasha 😳👀💦

"Ahh~ S - so good! I can't get enough! Alhaitham, your cock feels sooo thick and sooo good....!" you shamelessly squealed

In one forceful thrust, Alhaitham's manhood reached your deepest parts and kissed the entrance of your cervix

"Ahh! Archons, Alhaitham, breed me already, please!!" 🥵

You kept pleading for him to cum inside you but he's being stingy 🥺

Alhaitham had you screaming and dumbed for hours now (since he knows his housemate won't be around today)

"H - Haitham, please...! Want you to cum inside me...!" 🥵

"Ahahaha... No."

He knew exactly how to pleasure your body as if he already had you memorized

Alhaitham smirked. He was frankly pleased the data in your Naughty Journal about your body was accurate

He was even more amused to know your theory about what his preferred sex positions and masturbating techniques were spot on 👌🏼

Thus, in the guise of testing the correctness of your data, he kept enjoying himself using your pliant body 🤐😏

"N - no more...! Haitham, please...!"

"Oh? But didn't you mention in your journal that you wouldn't mind me breaking your mouth and pussy?" 😏

His sheets were already stained by your creamy cum, pretty tears, and watery drool yet he continued to abuse your poor cunt

You loved it though 💦

"Tch...!" Alhaitham grunted as his thrusts were getting sloppy

He had been denying himself of sweet orgasm the whole time 😳

He eventually caved in since your warm snug pussy was just that good 😏

Alhaitham immediately pulled out then grabbed a fistful of your hair and nudged your head towards his about-to-burst cock

"Don't waste a single drop." 😠

He forced his manhood all the way inside your defenseless mouth, making you almost gag and your eyes crossed

Inside your throat did he finally allow himself the taste of orgasm. His thick cum continuously spurted inside you as he had been holding back the whole time.

"Hah... Hah... Tastes good, pretty girl?"

He watched your quaking form, your eyes already rolled up in too much pleasure

After the long tiring yet satisfying sex, you lost consciousness on Alhaitham's bed

When you woke up, he gave you a modified Akasha Terminal that contained your sex scandal. 👀

"I have verified all that was written in your journal and only few needs to be corrected. As promised, I've provided you with actual data, including the actual size of my erected penis."

🐺 Cyno

Laying inside your shared tent under the scorching desert sun, Cyno hovered on top of you and gently caressed your face 😍❤️😘

"... My love, this is my first time as well. Let me know immediately if it hurts," Cyno warned.

"Don't worry. I trust you," you encouraged

Cyno would've thrown a pun but he was too focused on making sure you were ready to take his length and girth

Who would've thought your previous unfortunate incident in the desert would lead you to date the General Mahamatra? 😍

Being a sweet lover, Cyno entered just the tip of his cock inside your womanhood and immediately checked with you

"I'm in... How are you?" 😳👀

"I'm fine. Don't worry," you whispered in his ear, cajoling him to penetrate you further. "I don't mind if you put it all the way in. Thrust me, I can take it." 😏

"Heh...," Cyno chuckled before giving you a nod and slowly sinking his hips towards yours

The sex you had with Cyno was sweet and gentle at first ❤️

But when you got comfortable with his length and girth, he threw his care away and didn't hesitate to fuck you like crazy 💦

"Hah...! Hah...! My love, your pussy is divine...!"

"M'love...! I - I'm cumming...!!" 🥵

"Keep cumming for me, my love...!"

Cyno loved how your snug pussy squeezed his cock

You were begging to milk him dry!

"You want me to cum inside you?"

"Y - yes...! Inside, please!"

Cyno was a generous man so he did cum inside of you

But he wasn't satisfied yet. Despite cumming in your pussy, he continued to snap his hips to and fro yours

"Cynooo~!" ❤️🥵

You swear Cyno would make you crazy from overstimulation

After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and painted your body with his cum 💦

His crimson eyes ogled at your shaking cum-stained body basking in afterglow

"Hah... Hah... That's proof that you are mine in body, heart, and soul."

Cyno leaned his forehead onto yours, your hot breaths fanned each other's lips

He gazed into your hazy eyes with an intent to make a vow

"[Your Name], you're mine and mine alone, as I am yours and yours alone. I promise to make you my wife; to protect you from any harm; to purge all that try to hurt you even if they are of your own blood. I will love you and cherish you forever. [Your Name], I love you."

🏛️ Kaveh

"Archons, [Your Name], you don't know how long I've dreamed of seeing you all over me like this. Ah - shit...! Y - you're going to make me cum, baby girl...!" 😍🥵❤️

Kaveh couldn't help but spew out praises as he watched his erected cock disappear as it entered your pretty mouth

Your enticing eyes glanced up to meet with Kaveh's lewd face

Archons, you looked so cute! 😍 Kaveh swears one look from you could make him cum

"Mmph... Hah... You're lucky I'm in love with you," you said after the lewd pop from removing his cock in your mouth.

"Aw, [Your Name], baby, I'm really just glad you're my girlfriend now! Do you want me to eat you instead? C'mon, baby. I shouldn't be the only - Archons, baby girl!" ❤️🥵

You shut Kaveh up by giving him oral again

Kaveh swears this felt better than what he imagined or dreamt

"I'm in charge during sex, got it?" you demanded while still giving your now boyfriend head 😠

"Okay, okay -!" 🥵

"You'll only cum when I tell you to cum, got it?" 😠

"You're making this hard for me, baby girl. How can I not cum when you looked so cute stuffed with my cock?" 😍😏

Kaveh did the best he could not to cum

You then switched positions and rode Kaveh in a cowgirl style

"Relax, baby. Take it nice and easy. Just enjoy it."

"Shush...! N - nh... Ah~ You're too....big...!" 🥵

"Do you want me to help, pretty little baby?"

"No...," you declined as you tried to fit Kaveh inside your untrained pussy

As he internally promised, Kaveh let you decide the rhythm of your love-making

Why wouldn't he give you the honour? He was on cloud nine to know you loved him too, albeit he found out in a not so romantic way.

"I love how your cock stretches my pussy, my Kaveh~" you chimed with lust-filled eyes and a jaw locked up in a smile - it stung but it was totally worth it.

My Kaveh. Kaveh loved that 😍👍🏼

To compensate for the classless way he "courted" you, he swore he would do everything to make you happy as your pretty smile meant everything to him.

🍄Tighnari

You were a crying mess as Tighnari abused your pussy in a mating press 🥵😭❤️

"So what if you have a Vision? Because of your carelessness, you still got poisoned! It's one of the basics, [Your Name]! You shouldn't approach anything in the forest mindlessly!" Tighnari reprimanded you as he punished you by massacring your poor little pussy with his cock. "Do you know how worried I was when you didn't return yesterday??" 😡

"'Nari! S - sooo good!! Want you to fuck me with your knot~"

"You aren't listening, are you??" Tighnari immediately pulled out and slapped your delicious thighs

"Ah!! Tighnari, please! I - I'll be good, I promise!" you cried while shaking your hips to encourage Tighnari to fuck you again 🥵🥺

"Oh yeah? Did you even listen to what I said?"

Slap! Slap!

Tighnari knew you were overdosed with aphrodisiacs

He knew the only thing on your mind right now was to have his hard cock fuck your wanton cunt and he intended to take advantage of that

Because he was tired of getting off from eavesdropping how you masturbated to him

"Tch! You weren't even listening! I guess you don't deserve my cock after all."

"No, please, Tighnari! Want your cock inside me, please!" 😭

Tighnari kept teasing you as he enjoyed watching your pretty face with desperate tears and hearing your cute voice beg

Eventually, Tighnari gave you what you wanted because he couldn't resist you as well 😏

He even knotted you up and stretch you deliciously

"'Nari, breed me, please!"

"You're so desperate."

Tighnari then started to fuck you with his knot, making your already mush brain turn dumber

"'Nari~! Want your babies please!!" you squealed on your nth orgasm ❤️

"Heh! Shut up! I'll cum inside you when I feel like you deserved it!"

🗺️Wanderer

"Come on. I want to hear your voice. Scream for me, [Your Name]," The Wanderer chortled as he buried two digits inside your warm moist pussy 😏💦😠

"[W/N], I - Haah~!!" 🥵

Without letting you finish talking, The Wanderer leaned on your neck to suckle on your sensitive flesh

"I'm waiting, [Your Name]. Scream for me and tell me how this feels."

"[W/N]! I love it! I love you! More, please~!!" ❤️🥵

With eyes rolled back from The Wanderer's skillful fingers and tongue, you inched your hips towards your lover to encourage him to finger-fuck you deeper

"Heh... Hahaha! You're a desperate slut, aren't you?"

"I'm only desperate for you."

The way you earnestly declared your longing for The Wanderer made his non-existent heart race, dusting his cheeks pink in the process 💓💘

The Wanderer clicked his tongue and turned his head away. He wasn't used to being loved let alone as deep and sincere as this

"I'm exclusively yours. I love you, [W/N]," you gently whispered as you cupped his cheeks

You were hoping to hear him say he loved you too 🥺

"Heh...," was all The Wanderer uttered before sliding his tongue inside your mouth in a wet passionate kiss 😏

The Wanderer made you cum multiple times from just his fingers 🥵💦

But he never forgot to give your other lady parts attention ❤️

Especially your lips - he loved muffling your moans with a kiss 🤐

Because he was afraid

He melted hearing how his name beautifully rolls off your tongue, and he feared it

Your sweet caress made him feel a peculiar fluttering sensation in his stomach and chest, and he feared it

*I love you, [W/N]." ❤️

Hearing you say I love you compelled him to reciprocate, and he feared it

"I love you too, [Your Name]."

The Wanderer finally admitted before hushing you with another kiss as he gave you another glorious orgasm

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To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some avoes. 🥑

Links : Pinned Post, [Mild] Naughty Journal Sumeru Edition, [Mild] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Chilis] Naughty Journal ft. Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya (Separate), [Mild + Chili] Naughty Journal Scaramouche Request

[theravenclawlover]

🎃Kinktober Day 30🎃

Day Prompt: Master & Slave/Teratophilia/tit fucking

Word Count: 1,624

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), dark!Din (?), sexual content, blowjob, slave/master dynamics, the reader is a slave, accidental voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome (? the reader has a thing for Din so idk), takes place during the first season because Din still has the Razor Crest, and my shit writing as usual.

A/N: This is just me really wanting to suck off Din, also this is shit but the type that still has a kick ya know?

Dark!Din Djarin x GN!Reader

You had no family, no family name to carry as you were the child of a common whore. And your mother had gotten rid of you by handing you over to be raised as nothing more than a slave. And that implied of all sorts, so to you, it was no surprise when one day—out of the blue—you had been ‘gifted’ to a Mandalorian who had saved your people from a ferocious beast. He’d been in the passing, and he’d been paid for his time. Credits and you.

He'd tried to not accept you, knowing what you were by just your clothes, but your old Master had pushed for it, making you sound like a fine meal when they treated you like the leftovers eaten by the street animals.

Ultimately, the Mandalorian gave in and took you to his ship. And now, many cycles later, you were still under his ownership. With the way he’d tried to refuse at first you wondered now if it all had been a mild courtesy to seem not too thrilled about owning a person. Because he was more than happy to boss you around, telling you to clean, cook with what he found, and help with his child whenever he had a job. And to make sure you didn’t think about running for it on whatever next planet you landed, he’d put a collar on you, and wrist bracelets that would shock you if you stepped out of the ship.

But oddly enough, you knew you couldn’t run. Not because you had a soft spot for the little green creature that cooed at you to be picked up or to just watch you cook. No. You stayed because there was something about your Master that intrigued you, something that made you stare at him and his shiny Beskar armor, something about his deep and distorted voice when commanded you.

It was odd, but maybe it all had led you to this moment. Maybe all those questions of why you had stayed were being answered right now.

You hadn’t meant to disrupt him, it was routine for you to check for any mess the child had made in the cockpit. How could you have known your Master had removed some of his armor that covered his pelvic area, reveling black clothes underneath that allowed him to take out his cock, to then grab it and tug at it until he gasping, trying his best to not let any distorted sound carry so you knew.

And when you had walked in, you had seen just how close he’d been—if the twitching and rapid breathing were any hints.

But he saw you, and he let out a cuss, stopping in movements to look at you through his helmet, and it had rendered you motionless. Not even watching him masturbate had shocked you, but his eyes on you had sent a shiver down your spine. Your hands were in fists as you tried to pant as it settled on you that you were turned on. Watching him had turned you on, and his gaze on you with his hand still around his hard and wet cock had only made you feel what arousal was meant to feel like. Or at least you guessed as your intimates were throbbing like they had become a beacon to anyone that could hear it.

You didn’t move, and neither did he. But as you attempted a meek apology, he leaned back against his chair, spreading his legs even more. Exposing to you more of his cock and his hands began to give small and slow strokes.

“Kneel.”

It shouldn’t have made you feel like it did. You’ve been ordered most of your adult life to offer relief to anyone who saw fit, and all those times your stomach had felt sick, but his simple command had made your throbbing more difficult to ignore.

You moved to kneel between his legs, making sure not to touch him as you did. You tried to look nonchalant as you stared at the dick in front of you, all slick with saliva and precum, all pent up from an unfinished chase to orgasm. Your mouth watered as you pictured yourself sucking him clean when asked you to swallow, or maybe he’ll just make it land on your face, your tongue catching whatever it could before you dared to lick around your cum-stained lips.

A distorted hum made you look up, and your mouth shut closed. You hadn’t even noticed you had it slightly open as your tongue poked out to lick your upper lip in thought.

“Eager to please your Master?” he said in a mocking tone, voice deep but labored as his pace picked up just a notch to tease himself.

“Yes, Master. Always pleased to serve you, Master,” you said like you meant it, and maybe you did. Perhaps you meant it here. Not when you were cleaning grease stains, but maybe whenever he decided to use you again because there had to be, you needed it to be.

“Good,” he stopped and gripped his cock, and his other—still gloved—hand grabbed at your chin bringing your face closer to his crotch until you could practically feel the heat of his body. “Open up, slave.”

Your mouth opened quickly, tongue sticking out as if to you ask him to use you however he liked. Your eyes were hopeful and needy.

The Mandalorian gave a dark chuckle as he tapped the tip of his cock on your tongue, and as he groaned at the contact of something other than his hand, you moaned while your eyes fluttered.

He tapped it a few more times before he pushed it in, letting hit your throat. Your eyes fluttered as you suppressed the need to gag, a moan erupting instead to match his groan.

“That’s it,” he moaned, his hands grabbing at your head as he moved to test how good you could take him, little by little forcing you to take him until your lips were touching his pelvis and your nose was buried in the curls of hair that remained slick and wild. Your hands gripped at your shirt as you sucked. Practiced moves helping you please in ways you hadn’t cared much for, only learning to spare yourself insults of horny men. But now you were trying to show off, make sure just how good of a slave he had, how good you were for him. No one to replace you.

After minutes of him putting you to an initial test, he pulled you back all the way, and you gasped, taking in all the oxygen you could. Your cheeks were wet from tears, the corners of your mouth slick with spit and pre-cum. Your tongue darted to clean it off out of instinct to get rid of the stain. Your tastebuds were received with more saltiness, drowning yourself in his taste.

Without a warning, your Master pulled you back, and this time he didn’t hold back. It was time for him to finish what you had interrupted, and it was only fitting that you helped with it.

His groans and moans were loud and deep through the codifier, making it feel like it rang in the enclosed space, and all you could do was take everything he was giving you to the point of feeling and hearing nothing but him.

His fingers dug into your scalp as his hips snapped every so often as he fucked your mouth, saliva now spilling down your chin to your shirt, your hands clawing at your thighs as your hips moved against nothing in search to qualm your throbbing needs.

“Such a good slave, kriff, takin’ my cock so well, so eager to please your Master, ready to take my cock like a good pet.” You moaned and whined as you nodded your head, a choked moan escaping him. You were doing so good.

When his thrusting and bobbing of your head turned erratic, his cock began to hit deeper down your throat and this time the gags couldn’t be held back. But the panic at your mistake felt uncalled for when your Master threw his head back, a louder groan as he hit your throat again. Another gag was pulled from you, and he seemed to look for that, and as you cried and moaned like a wanton whore, you quivered in need. For him.

A groan of a curse left his mouth as he shoved you down his cock to keep you there. The pulsing of his cock in your throat was obscene as you tried to not choke and move, swallowing the ropes of cum being dumped inside of you. Your nails dug into your skin through your pants as you felt air cutting short, but then your Master was pulling you back with a harsh tug.

You gasped loudly as you coughed, tears escaping you in relief, need, and whatever else your body couldn’t quite comprehend at the moment.

“Show me,” he demanded as he brought you close, pulling your head back to lift your head for him. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue to show that you had taken his cum.

“Good, slave. Very good,” he let go of you, fixing himself as you remained on your knees and expecting his commands.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Off you go,” he said. You moved to stand, a small feeling of disappointment as he hadn’t needed more from you. And you opened the door to go down, he called back. “Finish whatever you must before coming back to me. Naked.”

The throbbing reassumed, and you clenched your hands to hide your eagerness.

“Yes, Master.”

[eldritch-spouse]

Kalymir dragging his obsession down to hell. She's flailing and cussing him out to no end. He laughs at her. Then, without knowing how much shit it will cause… She calls him the C word.

TW: Mild gore.

" LET GO- Oh my God please HELP you fucker- I'm going to DIE holy SHIT you stupid giant motherfUCKER- "

Mmmn... Your shrieking is the most riveting song, flirting with his eardrums like a dirty little whisper. Kalymir cackles as you bleed on the ground he drags you across. Your nails chip and splinter off when you try to rip your legs out of his grasp.

" Stupid fucking shitlord- I can't believe I'm getting kidnapped by some kid's edgy Clifford Deviantart character- "

His arousal at your thrashing and fearful screaming, as well as the fantasies of taking you bloody raw on his throne, all die the moment that blasted name passes through your lips. Now Kalymir is genuinely upset. Halting, his grip on your ankles tightens and tightens until the flesh deforms and pops, cracking. Something audibly pops out of place, your feet feel very weird... You can't even bare to look at them, dry heaving in pain, bile coming up your throat. Your screeching did nothing to halt the King.

When your vision stops swaying, you spot Kaly's ugly mug gazing down at you with so much malice that terror settles deep in your soul. " SEE YOU IN HELL, RUNT. "

He lifts a foot.

You don't even feel the impact of it on your ribs before your vision fades to black.

Kalymir carries you home like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. You might be a little wiser when you wake up. Or not. Kalymir would love to beat the shit out of you again. <3

[dizzy-n-busy]

★ FINAL GIRL ★

Charlie is Casper's Final Girl (Guy)!!

{cw: chasing, light angst with happy(?) ending, heavily implied/referenced death off-screen, mild possessive n' obsessive behavior, Charlie is scared but kinda into it??}

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Charlie's legs burned.

He was just walking to his old childhood friends house and ended up getting jumped; passing the alley wasn't the smartest idea, sure, but he just got off of work.

His body ached and was inches away from breaking down the moment he stepped out of Pete's. He was tired and didn't want to drag this day on any longer that it had to be.

He just wanted to see his friend again, after all this time apart - Charlie smiled to himself when thinking of them.

Now, the blonde wasn't going to lie and say his feelings towards his friend were strictly platonic.

He had an embarrassingly big crush on them; then again, could you even blame him?

Imagine being a dipshit little kid and getting into so much trouble with other dipshit kids that you're life was balanced precariously on a wire, got it? Now imagine having a friend beat the shit outta the same kids who threw your ass in a locker for stealing a dollar or two from them.

Exactly, shut up.

It was difficult not falling for them, something Charlie failed at and despite not having the balls to tell them that - he didn't think getting shanked was a proper retribution for his avoidance.

Yet here he was; tearing the soles of worn shoes as he was chased by the little gang of miscreants, thinking that their faces were vaguely familiar - back in his rough and tumble days, he'd wronged more people than not so it wasn't weird that his karma was hitting so soon.

But this seems more a matter of life and death than a little black eye.

Brrrring!

What?

Despite the tears clouding his vision, Charlie had seen someone calling him through the phone he had wedged tightly in his hand - he ducked and weaved through a few buildings and hit answer under the name, Casper.

" Yo, Chuck - where're you at? "

Their voice through the device turned the waterworks on real quick; Charlie choked back a sob as he ran up on the park, more specifically - his and Cas' spot.

" H-Hey, Cas! " Charlie was almost happy in the fact that he'd die hearing their voice, " I'm sorry but I don't think I'm ganna make it your house - "

Despite the lead the pizza boy had on the gang, he wasn't the most athletic; so charging through the overgrown clearance wasn't the smartest. Charlie trips over a thick root which bursted out concrete floor, smashing into the dense plain with a cuss.

" Fuck! " The blonde grits through clenched teeth, wincing when he tried to bounce back. Shit, he definitely pulled something.

" Chuck! Are you okay? " Casper's worried voice makes him hyper aware of the fast approaching footsteps from behind. " Charlie, where are you?! "

" I'm sorry, Cas - " is all he can muster, feeling dizziness overcome his senses from his head hitting the ground, " I love you. "

Charlie's ears rang over the incoherent yelling from the glowing device hardly clutched in his hand - his weakened body fell lax onto the old stomping grounds of his youth, seeing the rest of the people round up on him.

Slate colored eyes fluttered back into his skull, forcing him into darkness.

Content.

~

A blonde headed man shifted on plush comforters, shoving his face into a soft pillow and inhaling deeply.

Smelling like fresh linen and -

He pins his brows together, and inhales again; it smelled like...Cas?

It was some new cologne or perfume - hell, maybe just lotion for all he knew - that they wore when he first saw them in years; spinning that damn sign drafted most of the scent to him.

A pause lingers in the air as Charlie tries to recollect himself.

Then he jolts up.

Wasn't he literally knocking on deaths door, like 2 minutes ago?? The fuck kinda divine intervention is this?

Thoroughly disoriented, the blonde sits stagnant in the damn near king sized bed, staring at the satin covered pillow he'd been laying on a second ago.

He shuffles a bit and feels something fall off his shoulder - his skin tingling awake at the textures surrounding him - and sees a thick blanket pooling at his lap.

" What the fuck..." Charlie's voice falls short, he eventually decided to push the warm comforter off. He sees his ankle is bandaged.

Swinging his legs off the bed and hanging on the side for a bit; looking around with his head heavy, shoulders pinned up to his ears and back slouching.

It was a nice room; fairly spacious and humble with memorabilia littering everything - records hanging overhead and poster lining the walls.

Charlie heaves a big sigh from his mouth, gently nodding his head in encouragement to sit up and get out.

Standing up was weird, his legs felt shaky and sore and his body hurt like hell. Stumbling to a wall was his only move forward.

The blonde opened the door and leaned on every wall he could, hobbling a bit from the pain striking up his bandaged leg.

The house was pretty big, probably a one story with wider parameters; good space to hightail it if he needed to. Charlie notices that it's dark out, a void having swallowed the sky and dotted it with stars from just out the window.

" You're up. "

The noise the lanky man lets out is between a squeak and shout; accidentally applying pressure to his leg.

" Fuck - shit! "

Charlie almost falls over reaching for his leg, the loss of balance sends him hurling to the floor in a matter of seconds.

But he doesn't hit it.

Instead, he's embraced in strong arms which wrap around him tightly. Charlie tossed his head up urgently and pauses; eyes widening and mind boggled.

" Casper? "

The taller nods and smiles down at him a little - with his heart suddenly thumping in his chest, Charlie scrambles to stand back up. " Holy shit, sorry! I jus - ah! "

The back of his legs are pulled from under him and a support lands at his back. The blonde yelps when he's suddenly in the air, a quick turn of his head proves that he's also face to face.

" You're turning red, Chuck. " Casper tilts their head, lips tugging up more, " something wrong? "

Charlie shakes his head frantically and despite his flailing, they kept an iron girp on him; practically digging their nails into his skin.

" Ah! Uhm - no! Not at all, Cas! " the blonde chuckles nervously, squirming at their intense stare, their smile seems to widen and their breath hitches. He gulps and remembers earlier.

" Uh, do you actually know how I got here? " his eyes widen a bit and he quickly shakes his hands, " not that that's a problem! It's just, a really big change of scenery. "

Casper hummed, walking back to the bedroom as they replied, " I brought you here. "

The response was simple enough but lacking significant reasoning. Charlie fidgeted.

" How? I was getting jumped and like a solid 20 blocks from your house...! " he tried reasoning, letting himself get placed on the bed he woke up in when they past the threshold to the room. " you wouldn't have been able to..."

" I dealt with them, don't worry about it. "

It was reassuring in their voice but something underlyed their words; spite curling around certain letters.

Not at him, he thinks.

" What happen - "

" You know, Chuck. "

The blonde's cut off before he can question them further, their eyes looking dark as the bed squeaked under their added weight; Charlie backed up instinctively, alarms ringing in the back of his head at the smell of metal.

He tried to ignore the racing in his heart and urge to squeak.

" You never let me respond to you, after you said - " Their eyes lid when they lean in closer, " I love you. "

Charlie berated himself internally, feeling the redness spreading to his chest. " I-I know! I'm so sorry about th - "

" I love you too, Charlie..."

The blonde gasps at the sharp point of a knife to his jaw, coaxing him to stare into their blown-out pupils; practically seeing himself inside them.

A liquid dragged down his neck, dampening his shirt; warm and red.

" My forever final girl. "

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[ernelovesslashers]

Slashers w/ Children

(Includes the kids being theirs or not!)

Warning: Very mild suggestive implies, mostly fluff and no cuss words.

Michael Myers: 

Michael didn't want kids running around his house so you both compromised and you took the kids to live in another house

You actually also didn't want the kids to get hurt if michael blacked out and attacked

But every other morning they would tell you they saw a man either out the window, in their room, standing by your door and you knew it was michael

You would leave your door open most times and feel him get in your bed and hold you, thinking you were asleep

You would eventually tell the kids that he was their protector and would be watching over them, not wanting to tell them it was their dad (If you want michael to be the dad)

You could tell they weren't afraid of him and would ask more about him

He did watch them any time he was free just to make sure their safe and that you're safe

He does like the kids but obviously won't admit it 

When the kids would play outside the house, he would manage to get in and do his little imitation stance behind you  until you notice him

Sometimes it gets a little spicy

RZ Michael Myers:

Just like og michael, he would prefer the kids in a separate house but he does visit often and not just breaking in

He does wear his masks around the kids but they love his masks which lead them to making their own trying to be like him

That warms his heart and loves to see how creative they could get

If they were his or not, he did his best to be a good father figure and brought them gifts

You made sure the gifts were appropriate and not bones (it happened once but the kids loved it)

He does see the kids pick up his behaviors he had when he was a child and would inform you about it just so you're aware of the little monsters

Sometimes you catch them all playing, michael could have his mask off and be smiling

You adored him so much for giving them a childhood he wished he had

He loves the kids and will always protect them no matter how much he knows they're more than capable of protecting themselves

Jason Voorhees:

Jason couldn't have children because he's basically half dead but he does adore your children

He doesn't want to scare them so he keeps his distance with them

He does allow you to let them venture around the camp and into the cabins to find little surprises he left which consist of acorns and forage in jars

They believed a forest monster left them and that they were its little wish jars

Sometimes they would catch a glimpse of jason and draw pictures and left them in the camp building for him to find

This grew into a little gift exchange, jason would find their pictures of him and in exchange he leaves a item for them the next day

He loved every picture and kept them in a box or even hung some up in his cabin

He adores your kids and wishes he could approach them without being insecure

Thomas Hewitt:

Thomas was a really good father figure to the kids, luda mae was overwhelmed with joy having grandbabies

Hoyt was still a grumpy old man but had a soft spot for the gremlins when they would fetch him his beer with big smiles

Monty likes when they accompany him to the garden and farm, loving the extra help and support

Thomas couldn't care if they were his or not, he loved them more than words could describe

He showed it by letting them rough house with him and he would pretend to lose and act hurt, he loved carrying them around and swinging them around, but he was always as gentle as he could be

The kids loved thomas just as much, cuddling against him when they were sleepy, even going out to find bones and giving it to him

Thomas definitely wants more kids and how he would show you is when you were alone, he would plant kisses all over you til it got to your stomach

“One more?” 

Bubba Sawyer:

He loves your kids but they stress him out

Being in a family like his plus kids would definitely bring chaos 

He’s just worried about their safety, they like to explore the house so he hovers over them to make sure they're not running with sharp bones or his tools

But he loves to have them around and plays with them though he wishes he could talk normally to them but they can pick up on what he's trying to say

His brothers who are usually rough with bubba never dare to be rough with the little ones, you made sure of that

Nubbins loves to take pictures of them holding animal bones or them making something with bone animal and human bones for the house

Chop top would entertain them with his stories 

Drayton loves to pick them up and talk to them but mostly when you're not around to see, any other day he’ll complain while picking up their mess

The Sinclair Brothers

It doesn't matter which brother you're dating, if you got kids they'll treat them as their own kids

They are busy men but they try to spend time with the kids

When you're tired they settle on whos gonna watch them for the day, most likely being Bo or Lester because Vincent doesn't want them in being burned when he's making the wax figures

Bos as gentle as he can be but Lester loves rough housing with the kid(s) to keep them entertained

While Bo is more reserved and doesn't show much affection he does a lot to keep them happy and gifts them small toys or a candy if you allow him

Lester just enjoys spending time with them showing them what he does for the town and his bones

You can count on him for driving them around while you nap or attend to chores

When the kids to see Vincent, he's showing them the new wax sculpture or his old sketches

He definitely encourages their creativity by letting them draw in his unused sketchbooks and makes them crayons to use

You always have a plan for when there tourists around, you have Lester take them back to his house to keep them safe while Bo and Vincent take care of the people

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 33

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

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

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

Huge shout-out this chapter to @shiftandshade because I literally stole the sleepy wake-up scene straight out of their head (it's so good, I did not do it justice) and also for freaking hitting me with good good turtle anatomy lessons! Also @8pmblackcoffee for encouraging more marathon! I hope this one is okay... it uh... got away from me as you'll see in one moment AND OF COURSE HOW COULD I FORGET (I totally did) @some-guy-named-dominyk for many many many moons ago helping me soften up what was originally a much more violent chapter. They really helped directed me to what ends up happening (minus again some... uh.. yeah)

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS AN ACUTE NON-CONSENSUAL SCENE. THIS IS NOT A NORM FOR THIS FIC. PLEASE KEEP YOURSELF SAFE!

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

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: taking bra off sentence, some light technical genitalia wordings, self-pussy examination, lubing up the labia, clit mentions, and a boob grab

Donnie had been… odd, to say the least.

It hadn’t been anything exact, but he was… different.

You first noticed it when you were doing some dishes. He’d originally stayed behind on the couch, scrolling on his phone. This was your chore and you never minded much. Setting clean glasses aside to dry later, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. Moving slowly, you turned to find him simply leaning on a nearby counter. Hands sudsy, you’d asked him what he was up to. He didn’t look up from his phone as he regaled you in a series of studies he was comparing. That not being how you meant it, you pressed only for him to finally tear his eyes from his screen. It was there you’d seen the flash; the loss of comprehension.

He hadn’t realized he’d moved.

Brows furrowed, he looked around the kitchen as if that wasn’t part of his natural environment. His body then lurched and in a mild haze he mechanically worked his way back to the couch. He’d seemed put out enough that you let him be in a verbal sense. Exchanging words for a vigil, you kept a closer eye on him. It was in the next week you started to notice just how close he started to loom.

His affections were something you never took for granted and, even having moved in together, weren’t always overt. Days where touch was out of the question still existed, but it was clear quality time was one of his love languages. It often constituted simply sharing a room, but that didn’t make it any less. The oddity came with his proximity. Where you usually occupied your own sides of the couch, he’d started to encroach on the center. When you’d get up to grab something, he’d begun to move to follow. Even if it was something as simple as crossing the room, his body would animate to give yours chase. You hadn’t minded. It was honestly sort of cute at first, but it was his reaction that had your worries increasing.

He never noticed.

His hovering was something that happened without conscious thought. More often than not you’d been the one to point it out and, as soon as the glass broke, Donnie would succumb to a moment akin to terror. He prided himself on his mind and it was clear that each time it betrayed him, he’d short circuit. With it happening more and more frequently, you saw a frustration akin to the beginning of your relationship. He was distressed, but even more concerning.

He’d forget.

Each revelation came with its own erasure. No matter how many times he’d come to notice his loitering, there was an equal amount where the information simply fell out of his head. With each event getting closer together, you’d gotten up to noting it three times in a single hour. The momentary alarm he exhibited disappeared into a fog that was enclosing around him.

It was around then that he started staring.

Something you thought you were used to, the way he watched you was unsettling. Instead of an eye picking up details, what tracked you were enlarged pupils that sought nothing. Less scary and more ominous, his deadened watch made your skin crawl. The sight of you going doubly unseen by him was haunting. It’s not like you always expected to have his attention, but this purgatory of having it without cognizance was like being followed by a shadow not your own.

Getting ready for work that morning, you hadn’t had as much time to address it as you would have liked. The mixture of his strangeness was hitting critical levels, but the weekend was still a few days away. You had vacation and sick days, but you were hoping to use them for something else. Taking a momentary lapse in your routine, you moved over to the computer with him glued to your side. Using his medical codes, you brought up his monitors and found there wasn’t a single anomaly. You turned to ask him how he felt, but that lackluster gaze was pinned, unseeing, on your form.

Huffing, you reached out to cradle his face. In the touch, he blinked with a moment of clarity. “I’m worried about you, Don.”

With his sound of confusion, your chest constricted.

His ignorance was always so genuine.

“If I ask you to go get checked out by Nagami today, will you remember?”

His brow further furrowed and, without moving from your touch, his pupils moved to the screens. He took in the detail of the medical charts and returned to you with even more confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“Me neither…” You watched him with hopeless sadness and tried not to succumb to it. Releasing him, you felt him move as if searching while you turned back to the computer. In a few swipes you got up an empty window and typed him out a reminder message. “You have work today, right? You’ll see this when you-”

Turning found him gone once again and in his place were haunting onyx pools, seeing without sight.

“Shelly?”

Your tech gauntlet buzzed.

“There’s a note on Don’s computer.” You watched a little icon of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s head appear there. “It’s a big ask, but can you make sure he goes?”

The little icon turned as if reading the message before spinning  back around and a text bubble appeared beside him. ‘What’s going on?’

“I don’t know, but something’s up. It’s… different than when he got sick… It’s hard to explain.”

‘That’s… weird?’ You watched the medical windows shuffle as if cards in a digital deck. ‘Huh.’

“Please, Shelly.”

‘Oh, I’ll get him there. Not even a question! I could never refuse a request from you!’

“Is that programming?” Nerves had worn your insecurities. As the question hit the air, you despised the way it sounded.

‘No. It’s because I care.’

Forcing up a smile to make the response permeate, you responded.. “Thanks, Shelly. If you find anything, shoot me a text.”

‘Roger, roger!’

Leaving the computer with your six foot nine shadow, you got through the rest of your morning prep. Given only a few seconds of solitude, it was in slinging a bag over your shoulder that you had a moment of doubt. Pecking Donnie on the cheek and watching him only surface for a moment. You went for the door handle behind your back. It kept the knob out of his gaze as you cracked the entrance and slipped out. Closing it and holding the handle tight, you could feel him grasping it from the other side.

You had to order S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to keep it shut in order to get away.

The rush of the morning commute set your imagination ablaze. It was in a stomach dropping realization that you connected just how much of your existence was tied to Donnie’s mind. He had full technological control of the apartment. He had any number of plans going at any moment that ensured both your safeties. As much as you always pushed him to let loose, you’d seen his actual strength. Without a measure, there was a slim chance of bodily threat, but that paled in comparison to your next thought.

You didn’t even know who he banked with.

If you were going to take charge for a while, you’d need to get a handle on the expenses. Wondering how much his rent was and if your savings could cover it in the interim, you walked straight into your office building having blanked the entire journey there. Suddenly in your cubicle and still struggling with the mental math, the blessed image of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came to mind. There was always the chance he had some failsafe installed for this, but there was also that bypass they’d mentioned for your safety.

Hoping that extended to the monetary, your work day was spent in a haze. With your phone on your desk and heart nearly stopping every time it lit up, you were comforted only by the fact that there were no messages from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. That had to mean at least something went right and your boyfriend had gotten to whatever approximation of doctor Nagami was. Clocking out exactly on time and with faint contingencies in place, you rushed for the elevator. Getting out in the first wave, you felt a little better with the knowledge that you’d have some kind of answer getting home.

Stepping up to the apartment building, you easily entered and headed to your floor. Door in view and relief in sight, you approached and adjusted your bag’s straps. The last vestiges of worry tingled in your fingertips as the knob turned easily. Opening slowly and peering your head in, Donnie was standing at his lit computer. Anxiety melting off of you, you entered casually and set your bag aside. “Hey, you busy?”

“I’m finishing up.”

You nodded in time, digging for your phone which wasn’t in your pocket. Frowning, you patted yourself down and didn’t find it. Grouching, you dropped to search your bag and found it nearly instantly with an annoyed frown. Coming back up, you saw past your device and actually took in details of your boyfriend.

There was something purple and blocky locked around his neck.

It almost looked like a neck brace from the shape of it, but from its texture you weren’t sure what its function was. 

“Did something happen at Nagami’s?”

“I didn’t go.”

“You-?” Tilting your head, you took a step forward. “Donnie.”

“There was no time.” You took in his posture and realized how tight it was. His hands weren’t resting on the table to type. Instead, his palms were actually shoved into the surface with his fingers nearly clawing beyond that. His legs were parted with his knees ever so slightly bent as if he were bearing a huge weight. His shoulders were then tensed high above his shell and pressed to the object around his throat.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve left a note here.” With a twitch, he nodded his head towards the computer screen where there was what looked like a list. “I don’t know how long I have, but I believe I’ve placed every precaution possible. I considered sending you away, but this is your home. Luxury accommodations have been booked for you if you tire of dealing with me.”

“Tire of you…? What do you mean?” Taking another step, you watched his head turn.

In a slow tilt, his snout raised and he tested the air. Even from across the apartment you could clearly see where his gaze shifted. In a sluggish reflex, his pupils widened and he took on that unfocused look you knew all too well. He then attempted to roll his head, but was trapped by the brace. He was forced to rotate his whole body, but nothing in his expression said he cared. In a careful creep, he began to stalk towards you.

Sensing there was nothing to fear and since he’d been following you around like this for the past couple of weeks anyway, you approached. He crouched as he got closer, but nothing about his posture said he’d pounce. Instead, he seemed like he wanted to be down on your level. Only a step away from meeting, he suddenly darted to the right. You watched him openly as he weaved in his hunch, rounding you like a cautious animal.

“Alright…” He disappeared behind your back only to continue his trek around. You tracked him with a turn of your head. “This is new…?” You offered him a hand and he bobbed around it curiously.

Returning to his start position to round you anew, you glimpsed the computer behind him. There was a new pop-up that looked similar to one you’d seen before.  

The neural link was interrupted.

The accompanied text looked different though, but you were too far to make it out exactly.

“So you are sick?” With purpose this time, you reached out to graze his face in an attempt to gauge his temperature.

As soon as you neared, he darted away as if waiting for something more. When it didn’t come he went right back to circling.

You were at a loss. He had an almost playful quality to him, but he clearly wasn’t interested in normal interaction. “Um…?”

“Y/N!”

“Shelly?!” Blinking, your head shot up as you searched for the source. 

“Coming through the computer! I’ve got speaker access!”

You scanned for that little icon you’d seen this morning. It had been small and nothing looked out of place in the monitors. Trying to take a step, you were stopped when Donnie jumped around you in two large bounds. He blocked your path with a snake-like bob before continuing his rounds. “What is up with you?” You scolded your partner before looking up at the computer. “You got access? How bad is it?”

“We uh....”

“What’s going on?”

“Also… kinda… sort of…”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!”

“It’s hard to explain! I’m trying!”

You took a deep breath through your nose and blew it out your mouth. “Alright, I am trying really hard not to freak out. Try listing important stuff first?”

“Are you okay? Oh man, we cannot deal with anything else…!”

“I’m fine! I’m worried! Explain!”

“Y-yeah!! Um… Let’s see!” You watched as a dozen screens appeared on the monitors. They then shuffled through until an image of an actual soft shell turtle appeared. “You’re probably most worried… about… Don! He is… fine, by all accounts…” In time a bunch of his medical windows appeared to one side, neatly organized and glowing green with health.

“Like this morning…” You gave a faint nod.

Around you, Donnie was starting to gyrate at the shoulders adding flourish to his movements.

“This morning…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. quieted before coming back with a volume that clipped in the speakers. “Oh, that’s perfect!!” Again the many windows began to filter except this time they were so fast you couldn’t follow them.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.! Not trying to rush you, but should I be worried about… this!?” You gestured to Donnie moving in a more erratic fashion by the second.

“I don’t know! I need to clip the video, bare with me while I just…”

Donnie brushed your leg and you nearly jumped.

It caused a slow where blackened orbs attempted to absorb your very being.

“Woah… You look like a dilation procedure gone very wrong…” You balked. 

“Here! Who better to explain then… him!” 

As if on S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. ushered a grand reveal, a huge video of Donnie took up all the screens.

Glancing between it and the actual one that had started back up his circling, you could guess it was from today as he was wearing the same thing.

“Okay…” On-screen Donnie sighed heavily before wiping a hand over his face. “Mark log start date May 17th time 10:12am. I’ve been experiencing …symptoms, unbeknownst to me. I’ve enlisted S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., on call-”

“Heyo!”

Donnie gave a faint sneer. “-to discuss the irregularities and go over potential threats to Y/N.”

“Basically!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. disembodied voice began before it halted. “I take over now, right?”

“Yes.”

“Basically!” The bot repeated with authority and then gave a little titter before resuming his serious nature. “Going over the footage has seen an increasing dissociative effect. It dates back a little over a month and starts small where you can see Don staring at Y/N for periods and then shaking free of it…”

“Which I have no recollection of doing.”

“Exactly, clips attached mark event 127 numbered sequentially. As we move forward through the snippets, we find that the events increase in both duration and severity.”

“This includes the other referenced symptom of needing to be in Y/N’s immediate space.”

“From what I can tell, Y/N picked up on it about two weeks ago and then alerted us today of what was happening.”

Donnie pinched the space between his eyes. “I have… a hypothesis, but it would be… outlandish.”

“You do?!”

“Of course.” Donnie narrowed his gaze right into the camera.

“So…?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. drew out the syllable and then waited.

Donnie’s lids dropped further.

“Well!?”

“At the time of this recording I am approximately 34 years of age and if what I am considering is to be true, then it would be the first recorded instance in my lifetime.” Donnie reached for the screen and his fingers disappeared as he moved something around on the monitor. “The only comparison that we have is puberty which was not experienced under what could be called ‘normal’ circumstances. Otherwise, such time can be barred as, from what I can recall, it was akin to that of an average humans.”

“You’re… Is that possible?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice came out with an eerie even keel.

“Mutant biology is considerably novel.”

“Why now?”

“I have…” Donnie’s head tipped to one side and his gaze trended down. “…a viable partner.”

 “You’re suggesting Y/N triggered it?”

Donnie hesitated and his hand retreated back into view with shaky digits.

“Donatello?”

You watched fear take Donnie by the throat before he caught hold of the emotion. He then crushed it in a vice grip and began to move. “We have very little time to prepare. While it would be against scientific study to jump to conclusions, I am compelled to posit that I am in the final stages. Charting the increased symptoms-“ Both his hands came up to disappear in a flurry of movements. “-I believe we can hypothesize that it will come to a head today. What that means in terms of the prognosis, we aren’t sure, but we can make educated guesses.” With a downward sweep a holographic keyboard was brought down to what you could see of the table and Donnie began to type with worry eating away at his features.

There was a faint sound of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stuttering as he presumably tried to keep up.

“Curtail and contain. That is how we shall proceed.” With a rash swipe, Donnie threw the digital keyboard projection away as if clearing his desk. “Location!”

“Arriving in t-minus…” There was a countdown beeping noise before you heard S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s voice shift as if he were just off camera.

Donnie turned to where he had come in presumably through the kitchen window. “I’m moving the Dar-”

There was a fizzle of static.

The audio feed was cut, but not the visual.

Donnie’s mouth moved.

You weren’t a lip reader, but the way his tongue rolled was clear.

You knew what it meant.

“-protocol to threat level red.”

“Are you sure, we don’t-!?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew into frame behind Donnie.

“Know what’s possible!” Donnie banged his desk and let the rage linger.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew a little lower and was quiet.

Donnie recomposed himself in a breath. “I’ve booked at least two weeks at The Lowell and placed a temporary extension on the room if necessary. I’ve contacted several chefs to see who is available on short notice. I’ll need to…” He turned the other way, looking toward the bedroom. “This will act as the eponymous ‘go-bag.’”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a single nod.

“Assignments.” Donnie rotated his body to address the bot. “You will take the P.O.P. suit out of beta and get it fully operational before Y/N gets home. You’ll be acting liaison if I’m indisposed; explain what’s happening. I need to synthesize a concentrated dose for injection.”

“P.O.P-! Inje-!“ S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. waffled, clearly caught between two thoughts. He had to visibly shake himself free of both. “The shot!”

Donnie addressed him with a cold veneer that barely shielded his waning patience.

“Altering the dosage could have major side effects.” With a bob, you could tell S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was gesturing to the screen.

Donnie turned his attention there and his pupils darted as he read.

“Plus, you’re still operating at 100% effectiveness. Are you sure-?”

“Enough.” Donnie’s eyes closed and even through the feed you could sense the irritation radiating off of him. “Again, it’s conjecture, but we can make an educated guess. I need to ensure there is no failure. Do you understand?”

It was a question, but it clearly wasn’t.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a curt nod, but he obviously didn’t agree. With an annoyed swivel, he switched gears. “The suit’s current mechanics have it functioning from a collar.”

It was barely there, but Donnie winced.

“To meet your time restraints, we’ll have to move forward with that design.”

“Do it.”

“Don… Are you going to be-?”

“Dismissed.” Donnie turned.

The footage froze on the image of Donnie departing the table.

Staring at it for several beats, you gave three distinct blinks.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!”

“Y-yes?!”

“That didn’t explain anything!!”

“It…!” Several windows cycled and then all closed out for an empty purple backdrop. “I’m sorry!”

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. please!” Donnie’s encircling had become a tighter ring and you nervously shuffled where you were being wrangled.

“You arrived-“ There was a whoosh of wood against the frame before the bot darted in through the kitchen window. “-exactly 7 minutes ahead of your projected arrival time!”

“So it’s my fault!?” You tried to take a step, but Donnie nipped you back in place. “Hey!”

“No, it’s just… oh geez he’s… Uh!”

“Breathe and count to ten or something!”

“But I don’t breathe!”

“NOW!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hovered a little lower before closing his digital lids. He then slowly counted out and you heard the mimic of a breathing exercise.

You waited with what felt like the last bits of your sanity.

“Donnie’s in heat because his turtle brain thinks you’re his mate!” The sentence popped out of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. as he suddenly animated. He then pretended to blow out a sigh of relief. “Look at that! Y/N! It worked!”

“Donnie’s what?!”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. flew over to you while a video with two softshells underwater came up across all the monitors. In a spin, the pair swam around each other before shooting up to the surface and coming back down. You watched without comprehending until you looked down at your boyfriend.

“He’s… trying… to do that?”

The bot shrugged with his rotors.

“He’s not doing a great job.”

“He’s really not.”

“Okay.” You reached up and pressed your finger tips together creating a little cove where you stuck your nose. “Shelly.”

“Back to nickname! Hell yeah!”

“No yeah.”

“Oh.”

Bringing your hands away from your face, you pointed both indexes with the pair pressed flush. “You have to realize that this video.” You renewed the point to the turtle’s on-screen. “Explained more about what is happening-“ You could hear the volume of your voice rising. “-than anything the other did!!!”

 S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wobbled weakly as if he could barely stay afloat. “I’m… yeah… that is fair, huh?”

Your cheeks hurt from the force of your manic smile.

“We’ve known each other for a lifetime! My lifetime! We say a lot without having to say it, say it!”

“Plus it looked like he was literally bringing references up on the screen!”

“Tha-that too!”

“Why not add those into the video?” 

“I wasn’t ever one for presentations…”

“You have five seconds to collect yourself and then you are going to expand on that insane thing you just said.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. shot straight up and had to overcorrect to keep from hitting the ceiling. He then spiraled down and came right up to the radius Donnie had set. “It’s like I said! We have no idea what’s going to happen or what he’s capable of because this has never happened before. This is all a hypothesis and there were parts I didn’t agree with, but now seeing him…”

“Is this like a mating dance?”

“Not… really? Not in that sense. It’s more of a display to see if you’ll be receptive.”

“Huh…”

“Basically, the thing around his neck will immobilize him if he tries anything and, as you heard, there’s a hotel room with your own personal chef waiting for however long this lasts.”

Your head shot up from where you’d gotten lost watching Donnie. “What about him?”

“We’ve planned to fall back on the usual containment reserved for the mutagenic flu.”

“He’s not like that though.” You didn’t need to scrutiny to see his gaze was totally different from stage two of his illness. “The neural link!”

“Yeah, that’s interesting data.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. spun around toward the computer and seemed to pluck the pop-up out of nowhere. He then projected a hologram of it over to you.

You scanned it and read something about how there was a shift in brain waves, but it didn’t seem to be fully disabled as it was previously. “I don’t understand…?”

The screen swapped with one of a live brain scan. In it there were fluctuating colors. “Basically he’s lost his higher capacity. You could say he’s operating on basal instincts.”

“He’s feral, but not fever feral.”

“Sure…? You’re the only one who’s lived to see that up close.”

“And he thinks I’m his…” Your cheeks heated up at the mere thought.

You had shelved that bit before. 

Now it had returned with vengeance for your psyche. 

“Softshells don’t have traditional ‘mates.’ They’ll take as many partners as they can during the height of their mating season.”

“Then that doesn’t make sense…”

“It’s why I was against the thought, but you are also basically the only unique variable. Versus all prior documented years, the options are like you or any changes you caused.”

Donnie slowed in front of you and watched with that nearly all black gaze.

You stared into the abyss.

He rose up and you were caught as he dragged your gaze with his.

“Uh…” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hummed nervously.

Your boyfriend leaned in with a curious tilt of his head.

You could feel each time you blinked as it momentarily marred your vision.

It was in such a fall of the lid that he pounced.

You squeaked and your arms made it about halfway up to shield yourself when there was a sudden whoosh of air. Something soft hit you and then there was a bouncing ball noise as it disappeared. Shoving down your appendage shield, you pried your eyes open to find an inflated ball instead of your partner. Purple fabric ballooned around him and caught his arms and legs in nubbins which told you he was strung out inside. Having landed slightly askew, you heard him give a wounded whine and his gaze looked to you with utter betrayal.

“It’s working!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cheered and there was a faint noise of computations.

Ignoring the bot, you were slow to approach Donnie.

From his cocoon, he didn’t even struggle. He simply turned his pained look on you.

It was there you saw the desperation and confusion.

He didn’t understand what was happening.

“Hey, Shelly.”

“Hm?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. buzzed over analyzing Donnie with a red light scan.

Donnie whimpered as it went over his face.

“Did I say ‘yes’ to his display?”

“Hard to say.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had his head down as if he was taking notes. “There’s different ways it goes in nature. You could have either done the ‘dance’ too or just been passive. Males give up relatively easily since the females are way bigger than them.”

“I was passive…”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hummed, clearly distracted.

Donnie’s gaze recovered and refocused on you. He then gave another high pitched whine as if calling out for help.

“Feel free to go about your normal ‘just got home’ routine. I’m going to monitor him a bit and if it all goes well I’ll leave you to it.”

You frowned.

“Unless you’ll feel better if I stayed. I can clear the ole schedule for you!” He motioned like he was pulling out his calendar even though his gaze was trained on Donnie. 

Donnie’s eyes took on a watery quality. 

“I’m so glad it worked.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. murmured to himself, buzzing to the other side of Donnie.

Those black eyes bore into you.

“Let him out.”

“Get take out.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. seemed to repeat back, lost in some process. “You can, mhm.” 

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. release him.”

“Relea-what!?” In a perfect pivot, the droid turned towards you. “No way!”

“Look at him!” You threw your arms out.

“Yeah!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. did a quick glance. “He looks like he’s a wild animal! The eye thing is an optical illusion! They look all big and shiny which you’re genetically disposed to think is cute!”

“That’s not-!” You swallowed your words.

Was that how you felt?

“He’s in pain!” You tried again.

“He’s in heat!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. nearly screamed. “He’s fine!” 

“S.H.E.L.-”

“No!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. looked like he might have actually put his foot down if he had one. “I’m sorry, but there’s no way. We don’t know what he’s capable of. We barely even know what’s happening. I can show you all the medical data over and over; he’s healthy and not in any actual pain. This completely falls in line with your safety protocol. I’ve made my judgment and you’re going to have to find a way to be okay with that.”

You felt like a toddler.

You wanted to screech.

You wanted to protest.

You wanted to throw an all out tantrum right there on the floor.

It was juvenile.

Then you glimpsed Donnie.  

His gaze hadn’t left you once.  

He was waiting. 

He knew who would help him.

Who was there for him. 

You wanted to hold him. You wanted to soothe him and tell him he would be alright. You knew he’d let you. Even without his facilities, you had that trust. You could see his pupils. He was there, only stunted. He needed you. He wanted you. You were supposed to take care of him. He’d allowed it of you. He’d given it to you.

He didn’t know better.

No one did.

Struck by that thought, you rose up and felt a cool façade take over.

It was the calm before the storm.

You were standing in the eye and prepared to walk out into the fierce winds.

Whoever put their faith in mother nature?

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.”

“The answer isn’t going to change.”

“Bypass Protocol Darling: I want you to release him.”

You heard the metaphorical drop.

If S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had been holding something, it would have crashed to the floor.

In an instant, he was in your face.

“RETRACT YOUR STATEMENT NOW!”

You winced at his megaphone volume.

Donnie began to give his angry warning clicks.

“NOW! RIGHT THIS SECOND! WHILE THERE’S STILL TIME! YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT YOU’RE DOING!”

You squeezed a fist so tight your nails cut palm. “Do you need the code too? 143.”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. wilted as if you’d ripped his digital heart right out of his casing.

Guilt threatened to swallow you up.

You bit your tongue to keep from giving in.

There was an audible unlatching and both of you stiffened.

In a loud bang, the collar fell from Donnie and he leaped away, scared of the sound. Landing on all fours, he further bristled before he realized he was free. He took several wary steps, before zoning his attention on you.

It looked like gratitude.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. turned back to you, coming in so close you could feel the heat wafting off of him. “Y/N, I beg you. Reconsider.”

“I won’t.”

“Then, I’ll-!”

“You’re going to need to trust me on this.”

“Trust!? You’re swayed by emotion! There’s no way I’m going to-”

“Then leave.”

If you’d already maimed him, that dealt the killing blow.

Digital tears sprouted up in the corners of his eyes before the lines of brows came down with determination. “Y/N…”

He wasn’t going to give up.

You weren’t either. “Bypass-”

“Don’t!”

Donnie needed you. “-Protocol-“

“Please, we can discuss-!”

“-Darling.”

“-there are other options-!”

“I want a complete system override. You will not have access and you will leave.”

“You’re out of your mind…!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. backed up, fearful. “There must be pheromones present. I need to run a scan and-” His eyes disappeared into a line of code and then altogether. Going rigidly straight, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hovered a little higher and then made a mechanical rotation. Without another word, he flew right over to the window where it opened in time for his passing.

Taking a few weak steps after him, you saw his form disappear into the city.

Regret hit you like a tidal wave.

Its tendrils snaked through your mouth and nostrils, cutting off your oxygen supply.

It crushed your lungs and you gave a dry heave.

Why had you done that?

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had access to the entirety of human knowledge.

Hell, he might even have access to all of yokai knowledge too.

You didn’t know.

You couldn’t know.

He was right. 

There was no way to comprehend the depths.

He was the impartial observer.

He was the only one who Donnie considered a true advisor.

You outright rejected that.

You’d spat directly in his face using a directive whose name you hadn’t even known an hour ago.

You’d sent him away.

Him.

Hurt him.

All for what?

Because you had been called Donnie’s mate?

Something his species didn’t even recognize.

Because you were so desperate to have a tie to him that was more than what you already had.

That he needed you more than you needed him.

Something biological.

Unavoidable.

Weren’t you over that?

The crashing depths of your stupidity chorused.

Rational thought drowned.

Leo’s voice hit a solo about your ignorance.

All because despite everything you were still afraid Donnie would leave.

You heard a concerned whimper.

Turning, with tears flicking away at the sudden twist, you saw Donnie.

He was squatting on the floor with the tatters of his own clothes around him. Between his teeth was his own pant leg where he’d apparently been yanking as it was clearly caught on his foot.

The sight of him didn’t make all your injustices suddenly worth it, but it certainly helped.

Walking over to him in a careful way, he tilted his head as you got close. “Need some help?”

Releasing the piece of clothing, his gaze darted. Him seemed to be registering something about you that you couldn’t judge. 

Kneeling down, you were slow to get ahold of his pants, just in case. Once it was clear he wasn’t going to act and kept on watching, you lifted his trapped leg up and got the last of his clothes off.

“How’s that?” You gave a lazy smile, knowing full well he couldn’t reply.

He checked himself over before entering right into your space. You couldn’t help but smile as he butted his head against yours.

“Where’d your bandana go, hm?” You searched the pile for the scrap of purple with one hand while scratching the soft skin between his jaw and neck with the other.

He made a contented noise before pushing further into your person.

Letting him explore you as he seemed to search for something, you caught hold of his wraps. They were torn to pieces as he presumably ripped them off with his teeth. “Ah Don, you aren’t going to like this later…”

The rooting stopped around your collar as he found he couldn’t weasel his way in there. He made a single sharp click before grabbing it with his teeth.

“Ah! Wait-!”

With a sharp yank, he popped the stitches and caused a several inch long tear.

“Donnie!”

Running his nose along your neck, you were forced to tip for him. He leaned further into your space to the point where you had to throw your hands out behind you to keep yourself upright. Trailing down, he found his desired source: one of your long healed bite marks.

He seemed to marvel at it from only centimeters away and your view was clogged with his carapace. Trying not to focus on it, a bit of movement flicked beyond it. Raising up and gently pushing him back where he retreated easily as long as he could stare at his own handiwork, you realized it was the fast wag of his tail. “It can do that?” You whispered to the air.

As if he heard you, he pulled away to look into your eyes.

“Hey.”

In a dip, he headbutted the underside of your chin with far more urgency than before.

“Okay!” You laughed, trying to get a hold of his shoulders. “Is there something you want me to do?”

Having not surfaced, you could feel hot puffs of air as he scented his way down your body. His press insistent, he added force gradually until you relented to lay down. Though you could no longer see it, his tail must have been wagging wildly because his lower body rocked side to side. Craning your neck to watch him, he huffed across the plane of your stomach sending warm waves out as he went lower and lower. With your legs trapped under him there was little to do until his trek forced him to back up. It was around skimming the line of your pants when he finally released you.

Trying to pull your legs up to the side, he caught a knee as it started to bend. He then shoved the pair apart and settled himself between. Titillated at the idea of what his rut entailed, you squeaked as he shoved his snout right into the apex of your sex.

“Fast!” You gasped, the faint trickles of how dumb the word sounded lapping at your ears.

Warmth slowly permeated the layers of fabric there as he drank in the scent greedily. The indiscriminate worming between your thighs caused your hips to push down against him in an involuntary reaction cultivated from the many times he’d eaten you out. He froze at the action and you wondered if that had been the wrong move. Worry lasted only a second as in the next you were airborne and being carried straight to the bed. In an angry shouldering, he shoved the semi-sheer canopy draping away to get inside. He then dropped you unceremoniously onto the bed before climbing in himself.

Catching sight of the way the drapes fell behind him had a menacing quality. Mentally sweeping the thought away, you found there was a similar struggle happening physically. With hefty mitts dragging over your shoulders, it took you a moment to realize Donnie was fighting your clothes and not with you. Ready to urge him back so you could help the process, he instead got a mouthful of the fabric around your stomach. Knowing it was too late, he tugged and the first distinct difference in his heat hit you. Having never given too much thought to how much care he usually exerted, the Donnie that ripped your clothes off on occasion did far more than you ever gave him credit for. He understood material construction and went for weak points that would make them painlessly come away.

This Donnie knew none of those things.

His pull was fruitless at first, only succeeding in yanking your whole body up off the bed to dangle from the harness that was now your shirt. You waffled there, trying to get traction against smooth sheets. When he tossed his head like a dog with a toy, he whipped side to side with you helplessly caught in the middle. The momentum chaffed and pinched until you wrangled one of your arms up with the intention to pry him free. Only then did he seem to gain some kind of awareness and growled. Not deterred, you neared him when he put his foot down in the form of a hand pushing down on your stomach. The sudden force caused oxygen to leave you. Open palm punched in the gut, you bounced as you hit the bed and the force caused the shirt to rip. It wasn’t without its collateral as you could feel the rug burn leaving lined rashes in its wake.

With a fling of his head the shirt was gone and Donnie’s gaze oozed darkness.

In a near comical motion, you shared eye contact before both dropping your gaze to your pants. 

“No!” You screeched, turning to flee.

He caught you by the hips and with a slip his fingers found your waistband. Knowing he couldn’t have done that on purpose, you almost thanked the new position as you shimmied your hips. You’d hoped it would help you wiggle out of the bottoms, but instead it caused Donnie to claw in an attempt to hold on. His nails burned as he hadn’t the sense to hold back and you cried out at the drag.Released at the sound, the push and pull of the struggle sent you rolling toward the headboard.

Blinking to catch your bearings, Donnie had no such ailment and was back on you before you could recover. The moment of freedom had given you free control of limbs and you tried to swat him away so you could at least get your fly down. The mechanism was lost on him as he groped for a good hand hold. Locating one in the pockets, you were again lifted off the mattress.

“Oh, come on!”

With the height leveraging your hips, your torso fell as Donnie yanked anew. The fabric bunched and bit right into the crease of your ass and you hissed out at the pinch. Having been unintentionally closer to the seam, the stitching popped, but not in the way he wanted. Struggling, he pulled from the sides until the shreds could no longer support your weight. You dropped again and stiffened in preparation. It increased your bounce height and jolted Donnie who tried to palm you down again as if you were the one acting unruly. This time he struck his weight down near your hip which caused you to involuntarily kick. It hit the top of his knee and he yelped as you felt exactly how it came in contact with his cap.

Retreating slightly like a wounded predator, Donnie circled. 

Looking over the carcass, he narrowed in on your underwear. Hasty and not about to be impaled by underwire, your hands flew behind your back to undo your bra. Getting it free, he only showed his appreciation by knocking you over. Instantly trying to right yourself, you got enough height to watch as he slid a testing finger through the thin fabric of your underwear. Having flashbacks of terrible sitcoms, your hands flew out and just barely missed the moment he gave a swift tug. Wedgied and humiliated, this bit of cotton was never meant to support weight. It snapped near instantly but not without leaving an bitter scorch in its wake.

Hips falling for the third time, you used the bounce to sit up. Donnie met you there and flipped you right over. Squirming as he applied far too much pressure with the heels of his palms along your sides, he got ahold of your hips. They rose to his liking and you were forced to get your arms under you if you were to have any modicum of control. Wriggling in an attempt to adjust, you felt the tip of his cock center to your entrance. Freezing and flexing your muscles involuntarily to cut him off, a single booming thought echoed in your mind.

You weren’t ready.

The only time he’d stoked the embers had been during his scenting and since then had been indignity on top of annoying pain.

“W-wait, you can’t-!” Trying to crawl on your hands, your fingers slid against the sheets helplessly as he held you firm. “Donnie!!”

Once again falling on deaf tympanum, he simply squeezed his response.

It came in a crushing force to your hips that nearly diverted all thought. It wasn’t an exact pain and instead a whine as the bones under his grip were subjected to an immense amount of pressure. A high pitched worry came off your lips and he relented as his piping hot tip pressed into you. Suddenly very aware of the original issue, you resisted moving for fear he’d crush your Ilium. In a fumbling swipe of his cock, you felt a thorough slick spread.

Confused, you had to see what caused it. Still cautious of retreat, you did the only action you could think of and dropped your head down. Looking through the undercarriage of your body, there wasn’t much to see at first. Snippets of his legs through yours was about it until he cock dropped into view. Having missed your entrance again, you realized why as he wasn’t using his hands to guide. They were instead preoccupied holding you still and he was trying to manage his erection on its firmness alone. Momentarily down, his cock pearled a seemingly constant stream of pre-cum. Struck by the sheer leaky volume, you gawked even after his member disappeared to try you again. Feeling the tip of glans hook your entrance, his third attempt was successful and he sank straight down to the hilt. 

Punched in the stomach for the second time tonight, you wheezed as it was all too fast. The pinch, the burn, and the very heat of him cauterized whatever wounds he left in his wake. Struggling to push him off for even a little relief, he instead came down like a wall around you. Pressing you flat to the bed, your face slammed into the mattress due to momentum. Turning to gasp and greedily suck down oxygen, Donnie wasn’t withholding his weight and the whole of his body crushed you. Limbs flailing out of the vice, you felt his head come near. Thinking he was checking on you and you could translate something, you turned in time as teeth sank into your shoulder.

All the other times he’d bitten you were coy in comparison.

Teeth striking sinew, the sound that came out of you burned your throat. Tears immediately started flowing in time as his jaw locked in place. Utterly trapped and wilting under an inferno, his hips moved. In yet another terrible disclosure, you found that even the times he’d supposedly lost control were metered. What was happening now was a skewering whose only saving grace was his force made your innards numb from the onslaught. Gone was the partner that prioritized your pleasure and what was left was a selfishness to reproduce with not a single care for the vessel.

Sobbing, your reaction was relegated to your face alone as everything else was swallowed up by him. Salt tinted your tongue and his head knocked against yours only because the force of his hips rocked the whole of you. Thought burned from your mind and your coffin was nailed shut. Alive and trapped, you buried your face into the sheets and begged for a quick release.

Your luck had always been dodgy, but it arrived just as he did. 

He came without pretext.

There had been no build-up of the knot and instead he simply stopped thrusting. With only a split second reprieve, a sudden force shoved all your innards further than he was buried. Choking as it ushered bile into your throat, you were drowned by the velocity of his seed. Keenly feeling its exertion, you found strength to dig your nails into the sheets and howl. Spurts continued in near endless shockwaves and the volume was becoming increasingly worrisome. Panicked thoughts said there had to be an end, but his cock just kept pumping you full. Feeling the density in your lower abdomen and only dizzyingly wondering if bulging was possible, the hose stopped with just about as much warning as it started.

Sniveling and feeling worse for it, he unlatched from where your shoulder had gone worryingly numb. The shift in teeth further disturbed the wound and you watched blood stain the sheets. Wrung out, you heard a confused trill as Donnie nosed you. You spurned him with a turn of your head and he made a soft wounded sound. Bitter and wanting him to stew in it, you felt tears continue to streak your cheeks. Wrangling a hand in to scrub at your raw skin, you felt his weight shift on your back. It took a little effort and, much like a large dog thinks they’re small, he had to press further down on you before he got himself up. The drop in weight meant solace didn’t come and you were left splattered on the mattress.

It took several drags of your elbows before you got them close enough to your body to press. The one under your injured left shoulder gave immediately and you ended up in a half rise. Shaking and trying to get more height, your torso moved the chain of your body which eventually tipped your hips. It was there through the endless string of leaking cum, that you felt he was still rock hard.

Eyes widening in horror, you let your bad arm give and used the drop to overlook your other shoulder. Donnie was a curved seal above you, with his arms prominent muscular sticks. His hips were glued to your ass where, even though you couldn’t see, you could very much feel how you were both still very much connected. Dully looking him over, he watched you with a near wary stare. Brows and mouth scrunching in confusion, you weren’t sure what he was waiting for. 

Frowning, you forced your lips in line. “What?”

A chirpy sort of noise came from him.

“You sound like a bird.” You grouched, turning away.

Running a hand overtop your head, you winced to examine your shoulder. It looked like something out of a zombie movie and you nearly gagged. Shuffling again to get your body up, you heard another bewildered trill from your partner.

“I don’t know, Don.” Your voice dripped with malice. “Maybe-” Anger planted your elbows. “-it-” With a shove you got upright. “-was-” In a sway, you had to hold your weight on your good side to stay that way. “-you! Did you ever think of that?!”

The next sound he made was almost like a protest. 

“Stupid.” You grunted.

As much as you willed it to be for him, it was actually for you.

This should have happened sooner.

You grimaced.

It wasn’t the punishment itself, but the karmic justice.

You’d been playing with fire for far too long.

He’d tried to warn you. 

You ignored it. 

You tempted fate every chance you got.

Had you always been this way?

Had you just been the wrong version of lucky?

Had this man really appeared in your life only to alter the very course of your existence?

How very woe is me. 

Weak, but wanting to get away from the thoughts and situation, you garnered a little forward movement. Retribution still had claws in you because the stodgy action rocked you back.

Into him.

Onto him.

A rumbling thunder wafted off of him until he cut it off with a testing buck of his hips.

That was it.

You’d accidentally signaled green a second time.

What came next broke into fragments.

The renewal of your shoulder mark.

The unrelenting thrust of his cock.

The abysmal lack of care.

There was one change. 

You could breathe.

That last one didn’t occur until the last moment. Unable to think of much else with him attempting to fuck you out of existence, you only realized you weren’t squished flat until you were. His drop came with the nozzle turn on his fire hose of cum. Whining, he trapped you under him to take another insane load. With the same momentum, the new batch forced the old one out. Drenching your legs, you tried to shudder, but the press of his plastron branded your spine.

He was slower to rise. Still, you were given that same space and he sounded off far more confusing bird noises. This time your energy was truly depleted and your response came via lying in a soiled pool. Wondering if maybe he’d leave you be with passivity, you vaguely remembered S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s explanation. Groaning at the thought and how much you missed the droid, you tried to move, but found you couldn’t. Fresh tears leaked and you agonized to even rotate your head.

It was there, Donnie snout appeared. His movement signaled his erection had yet to go down and you screwed your eyes shut at the thought. You felt a dart of wet heat against your salt chilled skin and it pulled the string on the curtain of your lids. In your face, was his enlarged stare and his tongue retreating into his mouth.

“Did you lick my tears?” You rasped.

His head tilted and nosed you with the most care yet. 

It wasn’t a single prod and instead several little bops as if he was trying to get a better look at you.

You shook your head to turn away.

Worry sounded and you felt a hand at your back. It wasn’t dead weight, but a gentle pressure as he checked something. You couldn’t make sense of it until his fingers curled under your ribs. His other hand joined the first and you were being hoisted up. A flood rushed between your legs at the angle and in it, he shifted within you. Stomach bottoming out and knowing what that’d cause, you felt a vibration in his chest as his hips twitched. Arms lost, you made fists as your only means to hold onto your sanity.

Nails biting into your palm, you felt his hot breath singe the bite. Shoulders tensing as you awaited another tear of flesh, warmth enveloped it instead. Teetering on delirium, you turned the little you could to see his head similarly in position. He was fucking into you, but you felt detached from your lower body. Sending all your brain power towards solving the puzzle, you felt a swipe and saw a replay of his tongue darting back into his mouth.

He was cleaning your wound.

Not sure what to make of that, the bounce of your body meant the bottom of your breasts beat his hands from where they had a hold of your rib cage. It bred an odd sensation as he seemed to lick in time with his thrusts. The heat felt oddly good and you lolled like a rag doll back against him. There you could see the lining of the canopy bed. You and Donnie had hung those drapes what felt like eons ago, if it ever happened at all.

Your life felt condensed down to only this moment. 

He came a third time. 

You imagined he was made of cum.

He had cum for brains.

All those bulging muscles were cum storage tanks much like a camel.

It was the only explanation as to where he was keeping it all.

It leaked from where he tried to stuff it in you, without anywhere else to go. 

Your head rolled down as he adjusted you.

Now staring down the length of your body, you vaguely remembered the bulge. 

Your stomach looked rounded, but you also couldn’t remember what it looked like before.

Numbed, it was moistened lips that brushed your cheek in a nuzzle which brought you to. 

Eyes shooting wide, you were smacked with a thought.

Each time he came, he was a little clearer.

“Do-?” Your voice shattered.

You couldn’t swallow the residuals.

Coughing on the shards, you started to wonder if the salt you tasted had only been your tears.

Sweat hadn’t been a consideration with all your sensory neurons firing wildly.

As if sensing you were onto higher thought, your blood pressure dropped. Wondering if shock was a thing, you drooped where you were laying down as a black vignette tried to swallow you up like Donnie’s pupils. Tinnitus rang its bell and the reverb held onto it like a tuning fork. Movement happened or it was the rustle of your body unwinding. You were made of paper and being shredded for use in a nest. It would be bedding for some creature; a comfort you were not afforded.

Ice cold water hit your cheek and you screeched awake.

Animated, your body retaliated, but you refused its rage. Finding you could move freely, you pulled all of you as close as possible. Your hips screamed as you folded them to put your knees to your chest. Your shoulder growled as you wrapped your arms around said stems to keep them from escaping. You trapped your seething core behind a door of your feet.

Across from you Donnie watched in a stoop.

You took him in with the head twitches of a canary.

In his hand was what looked like a wet bowl. Tracing a drip of water as it fell to the bed, you saw the darkened spot where it had spilled. You vaguely registered he must have been trying to get the liquid to your lips when you’d jolted away and presumably dumped the thing. Only wondering how he’d gotten the tap or cabinets to work, you then took in his expression. 

It was open worry and unabashed fear.

That seemed impossible and your brow came down as an out of place swing got your attention. Tracing down Donnie’s body to it, you found his cock dangling between his legs. You weren’t sure if it was actually irritated or just the fact that it was out, but it looked inflamed.

Not given the time you examine, in a blink, he was gone.

Staring at where the canopy drapes were swinging back together, you could barely make out his form in the kitchen. There, you heard the loud crinkling of a water bottle before there was a gush as if it exploded. Not even entertaining the thought of moving, you saw his form return and he nosed into the curtains, snout first. His head then entered cautiously before he crawled up onto the bed with a freshly filled bowl. He then set it near you and shrank down, looking between you and it.

A part of you raged at obeying him, but it was squashed under incredible thirst. Moving wary only for a second, you hungrily snatched the bowl up and glimpsed him careening away from your movement. The bowl felt soothing in your grip and you palmed it with two hands to bring it up. As if tasting water for the first time, the ice cold liquid acted as a balm for your insides. Greedy on the first sip, you chugged and the overflow ran down your chin. Angles of your collarbone brought some of the water to your wound and you twitched at the pain.

It caused you to swallow wrong and, in coughing, Donnie appeared at your side. You shrank away from him and he lowered until he was nearly laying on the bed. Gawking at his display, the bowl came down between you. He lifted his head only enough to see inside it before glancing to where he’d exited the bed.

You cleared your throat before testing it. “La…ter?”

Comprehension wasn’t obvious, but still he darted away.

Staring again at swaying drapes, you gave up figuring out what he was up to and instead watched yourself thumb over some water on the outside of the bowl. It streaked and you made a soothing windshield wiper motion. Distracting by it, you only faintly registered he’d returned when there was a movement against the mattress.

Relenting only because nothing else came, you looked up in time to watch him drop a protein bar from his open jaw. It landed perfectly between you and he scurried back some as if to give you space to grab it.

You cocked a brow.

Unwilling to unfurl just yet, you rotated your body with a wince. Facing the object, you wondered how he’d gotten it. Not only was it in one of the upper kitchen cabinets, but it had also been in a box. He’d somehow gotten it over here and, from the looks of it, the wrapper was still in tact. 

Donnie made a worried noise and dropped to the bed again. Unsure, you lay your chin on your knees and watched as he dipped his snout into the sheets. Edging up to the bar, he then used it as a wedge and with an upward flick, the thing rolled a little closer to you. He ended the action with a trill and then returned to his far corner.

Now that you thought about it, you hadn’t eaten since lunch. You weren’t really hungry, but after an extra fiddle with the bowl, you finally set it down. Reaching out methodically, you caught the edge of the bar’s wrapper and pinched. Bringing the object in, Donnie repeated his last sound and it was one you identified as encouragement. Not checking with him, you peeled a corner open and took a small bite.

There was a clear rhythmic thump that must have been Donnie’s tail.

Glancing at your partner, you wondered if that had ever happened before. It wasn’t something you recalled and you felt pretty strongly that you would have noticed if it had. Your track record said otherwise, but you swept the annoying thought under a proverbial rug.

Taking another bite, you tried not to linger on his dangling dick. It was hard not to as you hadn’t seen one in who knows how long. You’d gotten used to the compact nature of him and seeing it out seemed wrong. Chewing, you moved on to take further stock of your surroundings. The blood stain on the bed wasn’t as big as you had imagined it. As if remembering it was injured, your shoulder throbbed. Frowning, you wondered if you’d be allowed to leave the bed. You needed some kind of ploy and uncoiling just a little caused one of your toes to brush the cold bowl.

The shock came twofold as you hit the bottom of the wrapper before realizing you’d eaten the whole bar. Thinking that was probably a good thing, you crinkled the foil and finished the last chews. Across from you Donnie bobbed slightly, trying to get a better look at you. Bringing your head up so he could see and calm down, he tensed. Shaking your head, you reached for the bowl.

“Can I get a refill?” You held it out to him.

His eyes only broke from you to glance at the bowl a single time. 

Otherwise, he was a statue of nerves.

He’d seemed eager to do it before.

Tapping the side of it, you tried to think. The balled wrapper crinkled as you moved and you gave it a passing glance. Setting the bowl down near where he’d dropped the bar, you ignored the faint protests of your body before returning to your spot.

In a flash, Donnie swiped up the bowl and left.

Not realizing you were about to hit the button on a stopwatch, you realized now was the time to make for your exit. Abdomen burning and excess cum still leaking, you managed to get to your feet. You heard the crinkling of plastic and hobbled as quickly as you could to the bathroom. Coming down from the burst of speed, you held your breath as you closed the door at a torturous pace. You were rewarded with a near silent click as the lock fell into place before you slumped against the sink.

In your periphery, your ghost in the mirror was a haunting one. Not giving them the time, you bent with a few pained zaps to get the first aid kit. It seemed painfully kismet that you’d either not been wholly present or weren’t really paying attention the other times Donnie had dressed your bites. You at least knew splashing hydrogen peroxide on wasn’t the way and reached for the tap. Just as your fingertips brushed the metal, you heard a panicked yip from the adjacent room.

“Here!” You called before you could stop yourself.

Inflating your cheeks in frustration, you flicked the tap angrily.

It wasn’t like you were trying to escape and he could easily break down the door if he wanted.

There was a curious chirp along with something brushing against the wood.

Instinct told you to open the door.

Why?

He’d only been a threat.

Hadn’t he?

Your hand was on the knob.

The rush of water drowned out the rest of your thoughts.

He made that worried sound.

Unlocking the door, you awaited alarm bells. 

There was only a silent expanse as you turned the handle.

Opening the door revealed Donnie crouched low with the filled bowl in his hands.

Leaving the door open, you returned to the sink. A curious sound chased you as you tested the water. It was far too hot now and you adjusted the other tap to get the temperature to a mid point. Soon adjusted, you did your best hunch to get your shoulder over the sink. The first water you splashed on it was pure agony. The next dulled as receptors went to work transferring unknown signals in your body. Using mild soap, you carefully cleaned the wound. Knowing you’d have to be at this for the next few minutes, you adjusted your stance to hold yourself up. 

When you finished, you had to shatter through the stiffness of your spine to locate a towel. Sacrificing the one nearest you, you took a small step back only to bump into something firm. Searching the ground, you found Donnie with his back to you neatly curled up. He looked very much like he was keeping watch so you left him to the task as you blotted your wound dry. It wept disrupted cells and you got hold of antibacterial ointment. Slathering it on and not having the time or steady hand to do the stitches you clearly needed, you then piled on gauze. Slapping on a cover to hold it all together, you made a move to step over your guard dog.

He animated first and scurried away, but not far. He watched from beyond the door frame and you found he’d left the water bowl behind. Scooping it up and lazily trailing back to the bed, you drank from it with one hand. It felt weirdly empowering as you parted the curtains and sat. Your core sore, you tipped further onto your ass and watched as Donnie trailed over to you, but continued to keep a certain distance.

Imagining how prolonged stress must have been wearing on him, you still couldn’t understand why. It was only you and you couldn’t remember having done anything to frighten him. The opposite was true and you’d only really passed out. It’s not like he’d cared much for your wellbeing prior to that. Taking another swig until the bowl was almost drained, you ruminated on how small he looked. It was odd how he could get that big body into such a low, submissive position.

Blinking, you sat up a little and he twitched.

“Wait… Are you…?” You leaned forward and he dropped further in time.

In a dart of his eye, he searched you.

Feeling the need to press, you reached out.

He flinched.

You’d seen that before.

It had been a long while.

He wasn’t scared of you.

He was scared for you.

It felt ridiculous that you hadn’t put it together considering you’d already realized that each consecutive nut had been giving him a sort of clarity. It was S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s description that had thrown you off. Donnie was acting on basal instincts, but you now knew why S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. hadn’t fully agreed to the feral description. Donnie still knew things; he was simply in an animalistic state. Through minor changes, his apartment was constructed exactly as it had been for years. It’d be second nature to know what cabinet the snacks were in or how extra water bottles were on the door of the fridge.

Setting the bowl aside, you stared at him in a new light.

Each time he came, he’d found more and more wounds. Sorting your memories and trying to peel back the negative layer, you saw his worry increase. Then you’d passed out and there was no way that didn’t activate a painful core memory for him. There was a similarly stained milestone in your relationship and here he didn’t even have the ability to self-soothe. Instead he was fighting tooth and nail against mating instincts to care for you as much as he could. 

At least, that’s what his reddened member said.

It caught you in a terrible split.

What he had done was patently not okay.

That he had no control wasn’t his fault. 

It also didn’t erase what was done.

It felt similar to how’d you’d agreed to all this without knowing. 

Trapped and feeling shitty about everything, you couldn’t help but want him.

It was another catch-22. 

He’d hurt you.

He was the source of your comfort. 

Confused and dwelling on exaggerating your misery, you reached out to him. 

He watched, unaware of your internal struggle.

“I can’t really move to you…” The thought of getting on your knees sounding like agony, but you weren’t sure how else to beckon a wild animal. “Will you come here?” You extended a little more. “Please?”

He leaned in like he would for a moment before he took a whole step back.

“Donnie…”

Wary of your prolonged attention, he began to round the bed.

Feeling very alone, you slipped behind the canopy and pulled at the edges of the top sheet. Donnie passed, curious, as you wrangled the sheet from beneath you. It freed from its corners and you pulled until the bundle wadded up in your lap. There you found the blood had only partially seeped to the fitted layer. Thinking on it, you felt the weight of the mattress shift. Looking over your good shoulder, found Donnie immediately stiffening as if you’d caught him. Giving him a quick once over, he didn’t seem like he was attempting to initiate anything so you gestured to the ball of cotton. “I’m checking the stain.” 

He viewed the item with a stretch of his neck before he circled.

You stayed still just in case, but he seemed more interested in something else. In a turn, he found a corner and caught the sheet with his teeth. Giving it a viscous pull, you weren’t really holding on so it came away from you easily. You then watched as he did some furious wrestling with it before proudly parading around you. It took several laps until he was satisfied, but Donnie mounded the fabric in a loose pool around you. He then backed into his corner and sat with minor wincing as he had to move his cock out of the way to do so comfortably.

“A nest?” You wondered, adjusting the embankment.

He made a faint chirpy noise.

This was probably meant to be comfort, but it wasn’t the kind you were hoping for. “Don…?”

Another acknowledging trill came.

Carving out some space with a kick, you gestured to the nest. “Come here.”

His brow ridge came down and you found him looking at what you’d done to his work with a form of frustration.

“Here.” You pointed to the divot.

His head lowered and there was a sour quality to his lips.

“You know what? I’m going to chase you if you don’t get your butt over here.”

He chuffed.

“I will. I don’t care if it hurts; I’ll get you.”

He simply watched with wrinkled features.

You made a sudden jolt as one would when trying to rile up a dog.

He hackles rose and he bumped one of the metal bars supporting the canopy. It made the bed shake which sent his gaze darting around with wild worry.

“Hey!”

He snapped back to you with a similar speed.

“Come. Now.” You pointed with more ferocity.

In a slow lowering of his gaze, you could tell he was having some kind of debate. It was a far cry from his usual ones as it was resolved quickly and ended with him inching forward. In a crawl, he approached you low and slow. Like a scared dog, you metered your movements and offered your hand again. This time he didn’t shy away, but leaned into it with a near constant flick between looking at it and checking in with you. When he was close enough, you were able to graze your knuckles against his cheek.

The reaction was instantaneous, he blew out with a decompression-like noise that sounded similar to when a screaming kettle is removed from the heat. Even through the single point of contact, you could feel just how tightly he was wound. Allowing him to watch your movement, you got your hand rotated and skirted his jaw. The muscles there felt like they were about to pop and his eyes shed a layer of anxiety to show a deep desperation. It all pointed to struggle and you could only imagine it was his instincts.

“I wish you could hold me…” You whispered, your other hand twitching as you resisted bringing it up. “Tell me everything's alright and that you’ll fix all this.” 

Donnie caught the movement and lingered on it, unhearing.

You turned the brush into a bare scritch.

It took several minutes, but he soon had the weight of his head against your hand.

“You don’t have to attack, do you? Just move nice and slow.”

He gave another injured whine before moving a little bit closer while taking momentary pauses to check with you.

You nodded affirmatively each time.

As he closed in, he dropped his chin right on where your other hand had been resting on your thigh.

“Almost there…” You whispered, giving what you hoped were soothing shushing noises.

He flopped into his side and you caught how he had to hold one of his legs up so as not to brush his dick.

“Does it hurt?” With both hands you scratched under his chin until his eyes drifted shut. Staring at his member and the weak bob that kept his leg up, you imagined it had to. That was skin that wasn’t meant to be exposed for so long. You idly wondered if there was some issue that was keeping it out. The thought was immediately dispelled as he was clearly still half erect. 

Still curious, one of your hands began to drift down his plastron towards it.

On high alert, he popped up and nipped at you while moving his lower half away.

“Hey…” You fussed, keeping your voice low. A pull in the muscles of your nethers pulsed in time with your heart. “It doesn’t have to hurt. In fact, it normally doesn’t…”

Not a full alarm, but a warning flashed in your mind.

It seemed impossible you could even think about sex. 

You shouldn’t want it. 

Not after what happened and especially not with this version of your partner. 

He was doing everything in his power to prevent that. 

In all actuality, you really needed to get him to sleep so you could go get that P.O.P. collar. 

With him actually subdued, you could start some real damage control. 

Were you still going to ignore the sensible option?

“Come back…” You urged, offering your hands again.

You could now easily see his struggle. 

He needed to breed so badly it was hurting him. 

Need and resistance swirled in two forces that threatened to consume him.

“Donatello, come to me.” You adjust where you were kneeling to beckon him.

There was a deep throbbing ache that warned you.

Though the fight made his head wobble, he came forward shivering.

This time when you got your hands under his chin, you quickly sent them further to cradle his neck. Feeling the smooth scar tissue there, you traced it.

He made a heady noise that warbled as he tried to swallow it. His lids rolled in a fight to shut.

Rising on your knees, you gave a gentle tug that held no force.

Between your legs pinged an alert like a sonar.

He came in the closest he had in what felt like hours.

“It doesn’t have to hurt.” You told both of you.

He gave a worried chirp that made his head bob.

Making an obvious show of it, you brushed your lips over his forehead.

Two consecutive chirps sounded in something akin to noises you heard from dozing pigeons.

You wanted him.

The thought struck you so hard, its explosion cleared the battlefield of your mind.

You shouldn’t.

By all accounts, it was wrong.

Your body was screaming as much; trying to dissuade you from coaxing the beast. 

You still had a feeling.

You’d already had many of those.

They were dangerous inkling with no facts behind them.

That was wrong.

No, it wasn’t.

It hadn’t always been bad.

This decision wasn’t clouded by unfounded confidence like before.

It wasn’t what had gotten you into this mess.

It was what you knew and that was Donnie.

You saw… something in me…

If you just tried again you could erase it.

That wasn’t possible.

It could help.

It could make it worse.

This wasn’t some fix.

How could he help?

He did this.

He hurt you.

He was your mate.

You took care of each other.

In a gentle push, your fingers had made it to his plastron.

Nearly dozing, Donnie’s blown pupils surfaced.

“Just a little…” You gave a little more force, directing him.

Chirping with a sort of understanding, Donnie backed up.

It reminded you of a strange slow dance as he neared the edge of the bed. 

He checked there before exiting and dropping low to the floor.

You hadn’t needed him to renew his submissive display, but it was a good sign.

He was still aware.

With minor strain, you reached and pulled the canopy apart so it wouldn’t be in the way. You then sat on the edge of the mattress and felt lingering muscle protests as you got your legs dangling off. Ever so slightly parted, you motioned for Donnie to return.

He looked you up and down and made a sharp click.

“It’s going to work. I know it.”

He hadn’t once smiled or frowned and you weren’t sure he could, but there was a downward tug on his lips.

“Please.” You steeped your tone with entreatment.

He was unconvinced.

Steeling the muscles in your stomach, you felt your throat. Tightening as best you could, you imagined the sound before you attempted it. What came out was a sorry excuse for one of his wounded whines.

Whatever it was translated because his eyes went as large as dinner plates.

He was upon you in an instant, eyes raking over you with panicked worry. You showed him your hands, which he passed over as he clumsily caught your forearms. There he pulled you a bit as he searched your body for the source of your pain. With him, distracted, you got a hold of his head.

He froze and sent his dark gaze into your face.

Still not at all used to making the noise, you gave what you hoped was a confirming chirp.

He sounded one colored in his own confusion.

Leaning in with what felt like slow motion, you pressed your lips to his.

When he couldn’t kiss back, you weren’t surprised. 

Undeterred, you simply renewed the press to confused lips before pulling away enough to see him.

He searched your face.

Hands trailing down, you kissed the corner of his mouth before nuzzling against him as he had you.

That was a gesture he understood and he returned it with faint hesitation.

Getting near where his plastron narrowed, your hands split to each grab one edge of the front. You there you carefully reeled him in while piling on distracting kisses and nuzzles.

With only a few weary protests as he was clearly enjoying the attention, you got him between your legs.

There he stiffened with realization and his palms flew down to either side of you on the bed. He yanked his face away from your barrage and made several threatening clicks.

You shook your head and wished you knew what a sound for comfort was. There was that trilling noise, but that had sounded more like a greeting or attention.

He was pulling away.

You tightened your grip and painted your face to plead. “Donnie, please. Stay.”

He didn’t understand.

Keeping one hand hooked to his plastron the other came up to guide his cheek. You tried to kiss him to translate though it had fallen on deaf ears before.

A sliver broke through. 

You could hear his resolve waning in his whine.

Sensing he’d stay in place, the hand holding his waist drifted lower.

You drank in non-reactive lips with a headier press until you reached his member.

The faintest touch of your digits caused him to violently lurch. The bed dipped around you, forcing you to plant your feet on the ground to keep from sliding off. His jaw dropped and you heard him blow out a large huff of air that tickled your clavicle.

The muscles in your ass tensed nervously as you waited with a mantra.

You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.

He rose with a weak wobble to look at you, very much betrayed and seemingly near tears.

You kissed him again and almost imagined him returning it. “You’re so good, Don. Slow, slow.”

Getting a hold of his member, you heard the clear noise of the sheets ripping on either side of you. With a loose grip, you stilled and whispered sweet reassurances against his cheek.

He panted openly, barely hanging on, while you kept urging him with your voice.

Time as a concept had broken down to nothing more than this room. When he rose, having conquered his current bout, you had no idea how long it’d been. You pecked a line of kisses along his jaw and cooed your happiness in an exaggerated way.

He took it in with a ragged look and rested his forehead against your cheek.

You leaned weight there before shifting your grip on him. Back at full salute, you guided his cock closer.

He tensed around you, head lowering to watch what you were doing.

Crowded by him, it marred your vision so you closed your eyes to line him up.

As soon as his heated tip brushed your lips, your whole body coiled. It wasn’t pain exactly, but a reminder of how swollen and sore you were. You felt Donnie move from your shoulder and, before you could do anything, his hand came between your sexes. Still not exact in his motor skills, the back of his appendage brushed your sex as he used it to create a barrier.

“Donnie-” You began to protest, but the touch sent a zap of electricity through you. 

He gave a single sharp click and half glared at you.

It felt very much like he was gloating. 

“It’s…”  You had to think. 

Hooking your knees around his thighs, you meant to keep him from retreating. 

Whatever was going on in his head, he did wait. 

Having bought yourself time, you figured you were in for a much needed examination. 

“Stay…” You tried to lean into him for a kiss, but he pulled away.

Your lips turned down knowing he was at a current state of having made up his mind.

“Just… don’t go…” You mumbled. With one hand going to his plastron to steady yourself, the other dipped between your legs and brushed his hand. He moved it only slightly, but it gave you enough room to slip your fingers into your folds. Puffy and irritated, the outer labia had been rubbed raw by friction. Testing a digit inside found you ultimately dry and tender around the first ring of flesh. Past that though, you hooked a finger as best you could and didn’t find as much pained tissue as you would have thought. Pulling out and sinking back, you huffed a sigh.   

Donnie held that self-satisfied air, but you were sure it was a construct of your mind.

Tapping his hard chest, you slowly lit up with an idea.

Unhooking your legs, you pushed him so you could fully sit upright. He took a retreating step as you dove for the nightstand. The rummage was fast as he always kept it nearby and you came away with a bottle of lube.

Donnie’s brow ridge dipped and he seemed to test the air.

Thinking it probably had the faint scent of sex on it, you poured an excess into your hand. Tossing the bottle aside, you clasped it within your other to warm it up. Probably having not waited long enough, you scooped the lube up into your dominant hand and dipped it between your legs. Twitching at the chill, you used two fingers to slide it through your abused lips. Acting as a sort of balm, you spread your legs wider and gently eased your entrance. The prodding helped and in an upward climb, you brushed your clit. The tingles of a positive sensation was, but it was a harsh cry from pleasure. Instead, it felt like soothing weathered nerves. You held all the control and comfort in the literal palm of your hand. Doing wide rolling sweeps just to hold onto the feeling, your head drifted back where you glimpsed your partner.

Your hand stilled.

Not realizing it, you had been putting on quite the show.

Donnie stood as a looming form, only a few steps away. His posture screamed horror movie with his head hunched down between his shoulders. Speaking to something NC-17, his cock was honed in on you with near malicious intent. At some point the stream of pre-cum had started back up and it oozed like a leaky faucet. Having pooled on the floor, it was in tracing it that you caught his fingers flexing. 

Eyes screwing shut and waiting for an impact, you were still glad for your decision to raid the nightstand.

If time did exist, it wasn’t with a second hand.

When nothing came you slowly cracked one lid open at a time to find your boyfriend was statuesque.

Studying him closely revealed more; his face was an odd portrait where his eyes were hypnotized by your sex. Around that though, his features were screwed up in what was obviously pain. The body language that had just seemed ominous now read withheld. His digits were pumping out from where he was routinely clawing his palms.

It was all an exercise in control.

He was fighting against his instinct with every fiber of his being.

Even with that beautiful mind of his buried, he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you again.

The throb that went through you moved away from preclusion and toward titillation.

Still absently stroking yourself, you reached your free hand out to him. When he didn’t move, you called with that trill noise.

It moved on his head where he unintentionally tried to answer.

“Come.”

He hesitated before taking a shaky step to the side.

Following him with your outstretched hand, you felt the stirrings between your legs. “Donnie, come here.”

He still hadn’t broken eye contact with your sex, but he made a wide arc to get beside you. He hunched there fighting to pull his gaze away and losing.

Drunk off his attention, you went to caress his cheek when he got into reach.

Animating out disgust, he shuddered and jerked away from you.

You’d forgotten about the slick and had smeared lube onto him.

“Ack, sorry!”

If that wasn’t a sign he was still partially himself, you weren’t sure what was. 

He whined as if mortally wounded and reached up to wipe it. It was at the last moment he thought better and whipped his head as if that could get it off.

“H-here, wait.” Looking down, you saw where he’d shredded the sheets and used a flap to clean your hand off. You then tugged a strip free and held it up.

He sneered at it before leaning fighting himself to lean in. You wiped him clean with a dry spot and he chuffed, annoyed.

“I’m sorry.” You honeyed your voice.

He took the metaphorical scent of it and dropped to his knees to nuzzle you. You could almost hear him saying something about being unable to stay mad.

He would have found a way to make it more sultry than that, but he always said things you never expected.

Giving him a quick peck, you hooked him with your closest leg.

He clicked in frustration as his knees slid against the smooth floor when he tried to get away.

You couldn’t get him far, but it was enough.

Arousal building, you saw him catch the scent as his snout directed towards it.

A faint whine came out of him along with a small line of drool where he was clearly keeping his jaw taunt.

“We can; you just have to go slow.”

He was deathly still and you reluctantly pulled your soaked fingers from yourself. With that glistening hand, you reached for his cock.

Trapped between rationale and impulse, you brushed his glans.

His cock bobbed and he tossed his head before throwing you a watery gaze.

“We can. We’re allowed.”

His head shook less with disagreement and more as if clearing his mind.

With the smallest tug that was akin to a motion on a certain commanding children’s toy, your slick hand pulled over the ridge of his glans.

Several stunted rumbles came out of him reminiscent of a storm closing in. You repeated the motion and one of his knees came an inch closer. Getting a little more of his length you began to stroke him. It was clearly easing his throbbing member and, with warbled squeaks, he edged closer and closer. Getting a full pump of his member in reach, you tried not to bring too much attention to the fact that he was back between your legs. He was slow to unfurl, but eventually he found a single grip beside one of your hips. He hunched into you there, clearly trying to take in your scent greedily without touching you.

“You’re doing amazing. So good. I’m so proud of you.”

With each stroke, he was getting closer and closer to your entrance. Chewing your lip, you fumbled in your ministration to reach for the lube bottle. There you re-wet your free hand before returning to your task. Donnie seemed unperturbed by the disruption, especially when your newly soaked hand dipped between your legs. Working both of you and appendages growing milky with pre-cum, you tried to create a tandem. It worked to an extent, but you could only grasp so much of him one-handed. It left part of him without and he tried to rock to get as much mileage as possible out of the single grip.

It was within one of these thrusts that his tip brushed you again.

Now aching for his pulsating member, you let out a small moan where he gave a sharp peep.

The sound was so high pitched, you startled.

Thinking it was the move itself, he tried to run.

Reflexively, your legs encircled him which pressed him further into your sex.

Squeaking like a rung out dog toy, a tear rolled down his cheek.

“We can!” It took every fiber of your being not to roll onto him. Slick meant your grip on his cock wasn’t firm, but you tried to hold him steady.

His gaze was shredded and you could almost hear him shout about his lack of control.

“It’ll feel good, I promise.” You stroked toward you in a treacherously slow way. “For both of us, please. For both of us.”

Through your legs you felt his hips tense to the point of almost snapping before he finally allowed the sensation.

Perfectly aligned, his spaded cockhead just barely kissed your entrance proper.

Mewling, your hips moved the slightest amount pushing on him, but holding back from forcing him in.

Mid-whine, Donnie’s voice cracked before his other hand struck the bed with a force that bounced you. Bobbing up, his cock disappeared from you before you landed again, with him sliding through your folds. It was enough to break his resolve as he pushed inward. Not rushed, you sighed as your body tried to accommodate for him. You heard heady chirps from your partner as he held still. Without either of you doing more, the lube and preparations made it so his glans popped in.

Both of you groaned at the sensation and the spread locking him in was near instant.

With a look that said he was fighting for his very life, Donnie dragged his gaze to your face. You met him with lust and leaned up to him. His forehead found yours before his gaze dropped to where you were connected. With a brush of cotton, his arms moved behind your back to support you before he began to push further in.

Groaning and chasing him by tightening your legs, he continued to fill you to a point before he flat out stopped. Trying to grind, he nipped at you before you realized he was trying to give you time to adjust. You kissed him with apology and settled back against his arms to wait. It wasn’t long before he moved again and within three more pauses he was sheathed.

You sighed dreamily at the fullness.

It was an assurance personified. 

In a bump, he knocked your head.

Chuckling at the odd move, you met his gaze and the smile fell away.

What stared back at you was deep lust and intense possession. 

The smolder scored away any latent traces of pain. 

You clenched reflexively and he gave his first approximation of a grin.

It left you confused and he had to nudge you again to get your full attention.

As soon as you gave it he made a honed chirp. A totally new noise, it seemed to strike right into your brain stem. It flooded you with a strange warmth even though you had no idea what it meant. It felt important and he nuzzled you before pressing his hips.

It was pleasure and your eyes rolled back at his restraint. Reaching out to his plastron to hang onto the top edge, you chased back and finally rolled your hips. He gave a few far too quick pumps that made you glad you had your handle. You shoved him there to slow him and he stilled with twitching resistance. Holding him there as best you could, you tried to demonstrate the pace. You had little leverage, but with his attention trained, he leveraged what you showed versus what instinct screamed. It ended in a middle man that just barely teetered on too much.

Releasing him since he seemed to have a hang on the rhythm, you slung your arms around his neck to hold on. With your foreheads glued, you felt the whetting of perspiration. His arms around you slowly pulled from the bed to carefully grip your body. You moaned louder to encourage him and without the brace, you lowered yourself to lay back. The pose affected him and he strained to a sudden halt that had his eye twitching.

You whispered sweet encouragements and reached for him. He knelt down to meet your touch and in doing so tipped his hips. For the first time in the entire evening he brushed your g-spot and you unintentionally let out a yip. Stomach doing sudden flips at the move, you completely ignored his worry and tried to give what you hoped was a sultry sound. What came out was at first pitchy, but your throat caught on something which rolled like a purr.

You felt his member throb inside you before he pulled you down onto him. You had a warning on your lips, but he fucked it off of you with metered thrusts into that bundle of nerves. Crying out your satisfaction, he descended onto you. Not about to be squished again, you fought against submitting and shoved upward. His hips stuttered, but he didn’t stop so you bit down into the junction between his neck and shoulder. Exerting as much pressure as you could, the skin broke and the taste of blood confused you.

Your partner gave a deafening squeak before his rhythm totally devolved. Clinging to him with your teeth, arms, and legs, he lost your g-spot and thrust deep inside. Whining as your build up dissipated, you could routinely feel his plastron near your clit. Diverting strength downward, you bounced your calves to tilt him. He barely obliged and the edge of his shell gave a modicum of relief.

The coil in your belly finally winding, you released your jaw only to bite down again a little to the left. Donnie responded with a devolving rotation of chirps and squeaks that screamed rapture. Nearing your peak, you again couldn’t telegraph his orgasm until he suddenly stilled. Your mouth broke free to complain when the rush of cum came. Head falling back in frustration, you caught only a snippet of his face screwed up in pleasure as your body slacked around him. Wanting to punch something from how close you had come to truly feeling good, you could sense the chart following your orgasm miss its peak. The line was in a free fall and its plummet signaled the chances might drop to zero. 

“You know what?!”

Eyes unsteady, he tried to focus on your sudden voice.

“Nope!!” You squirmed beneath him, reeling your legs in. “You’re still gonna be hard and you’re going to finish me off, damnit! Four fucking times, no way!!”

Confused, Donnie released your waist.

One of your feet hooked the edge of his carapace and you kicked there.

A warning click transformed into a groan as you used the momentum to pull off of him.

Seed leaking from both you, you backed up while one of your hands latched onto the upper lip of his plastron. You yanked hard there and he scrambled to keep himself upright as you pulled him onto the bed. Shoving his utterly confused form around, you all but tossed him into the nest he’d created earlier. You then mounted him and took him all back in so quickly he gave a version of that pained whine from overstimulation.

“More.” You growled, grabbing hold of his face so you had his attention. “Make me cum. Make me scream. Make me feel so good!” To enforce your point, you rose up and then let gravity take you back down his shaft. His lips parted and before you could rise again, he took on an understanding air. Needing to breed and take care of his mate, his arms encircled you to a near crushing hug. He then used the force to lift you up and drop you just as you had yourself. Eyes swimming, you let him set the pace until your knees ached.

Again, you were close, but it wasn’t right. Wary, as soon as you made the slightest move, he released. Tenderly grabbing his shoulders and momentarily stalling to admire your handiwork there, you used him as leverage to lift again. This time it was to reposition and you slid your legs out from under you. When you came down, you used them to encircle him, essentially straddling him cross legged. It sent him deep and at a slight angle that he could use to his advantage.

Waiting for him to pick-up on it, you went to search him when he didn’t. He instead had been working up to something as he tested a gentle roll of his hips. It stirred his cock inside you and just barely brushed that bundle of nerves. Giving a breathy sigh, you crumpled against his chest as he continued the careful ministrations. Wondering how this version of Donnie could possibly think to do this, you heard a rhythmic thump and came away a little to catch the sound. In a shift of your leg, you found it was his tail and the knowledge of his wag had you tightening both inside and out. You imagined he must have been so proud of himself, like he’d received a treat in the form of your pleasure. Swiveling your own hips to match his stroke, he gave a single thrust before he growled as if to keep himself in line.

Chuckling at that, you pulled him down for a kiss. As soon as you got him, you shoved your tongue into his mouth. Clearly confused by the action, he simply leaned into you and you sucked. It coaxed his tongue out along with rumbling crests from his chest that would break with squeaky chirps. Uncoordinated, it was your best attempt at making out yet. You held onto him as a lifeline until you felt the wrench twist. Pipe nearly fixed, you broke away with a wet pop to shift the angle. It pressed him further into your g-spot and you sang his praises by mimicking those happy chirps he kept making.

It spurned him on as he gave a few curious ones before matching yours with a fierceness that translated into his hips. You held nothing back as the final tightening occurred and you unraveled as you finally came. Outright screaming, you shuddered atop him. You lost a few seconds to nirvana before descent was encouraged by him cradling you. His sounds were nearly as euphoric as you felt and there was an honored quality to them that might have also been from your orgasmic haze.

Falling into the sheets, Donnie nudged and nuzzled you happily. Giving a faint giggle, you patted him before giving him a scratch at the apex of his jaw. He melted there, squeaky like a toy, but with ever so slight presses of his hips where his cock was still buried inside. Having to lift your head to get a proper look at him, he was poured over your body. Now knowing not to drop his weight there, he held back and stared at you with outright adoration.

“All I want to do is tell you what a good boy you were.” Scratching both edges of his jaw he wiggled slightly from the force of his tail. “Wait, I totally can. Who’s a good boy?!” You giggled, unable to keep the cutesy voice away.

Overcome, he buried his face into your chest and gave that honed chirp.

Again it struck you as deeply significant, but he lifted his head in time with an incessant thrust.

“Right back to it?” You murmured, turning the scratch into a stroke.

He watched you dreamily.

“Well, my love…” You chewed your lip at that last part, knowing that would very much not be allowed otherwise.

This particular Donnie had no idea and seemed to crave the sound of your voice among other things.

“I guess…” You held a building tone that had him pause in wait. “Good luck with breeding me.” You booped his nose, flashed him a smile, and bucked up under him.

His eyes rolled back and he gave into the motion his hips were begging him to.

Though you had seen apocalyptic movies, the speed at which you devolved after that was astounding.

After several more rounds and more cum than any one person should ever have to contend with in a whole lifetime, you gave into sleep. You had drifted off curled around your partner who had switched to full doting when he wasn’t trying to breed you with intent. It meant water and you convincing him to bring the bottles as opposed to ripping them open. You got a slew of snacks and even a can which you outright laughed when you received. He had time to build a proper nest after he’d ripped up the sheets and pillows fully to construct something more akin to what you imagine his instincts craved.

Snuggly and warm, you awoke to see sun glistening in the kitchen through the canopy drapes. That meant something to you, but it evaporated as you noticed your vision would move just a little every few seconds. Worried about vertigo, you brought your sleep addled attention down to see one of your feet bobbing in the air. Blinking off sleep, you saw Donnie had a careful grip under each of your knees where he was holding your legs up. Clearly have been fucking you gently so as not to wake you, he gave a happy trill at your attention.

“Good morning.” You clenched as you let that thought sink in.

He gave a spindly chirp and picked up the pace.

Having been nearly constantly filled, there was no way to tell how long he’d been at it. It felt like the vein where there was no approximation for how long his heat would last. With soreness a problem for future you, the current embraced the cycle which shrank to nothing but fucking, drinking, eating, and sleeping. With time already nonexistent, the only thing changing in the apartment was lighting. It again stirred you with meaning, but Donnie’s attention wiped it away each time without fail. He was cock and cum and love and you reveled in it.

It became caresses and brushes inexact, but revelatory. With moans and rolling tongues breathed life to intimacy. Sweat slicked into the fluids seasoning closeness. Greased there and slid across the grill top, your love was seared. It’s scorched surface came it grasped limbs that held on to its juices for dear life. Flavor baked in, thrusts and jostles called for more orders. Satisfaction was granted in screams, but your bellies were insatiable. The filling came uniquely, but never quenched. Drenches and yearning, you’d come away for a kiss as if that would stoke the fire.

Now that he understood you were also party breeding, the whole affair shifted to that of a combined one. For him, the most relief came from being buried inside of you. It soothed the irritation of both his ever present dick and metered his instincts. From there, besides the obvious filling, he was chasing what he must have considered your elusive high. Not always able to replicate the same results with the exact same methods, it frustrated his stunted mind. It also meant the reward was a greater one that he pursued all the more. Laviousing in non-stop pleasure, you only had to contend with his seed. You still hadn’t quite figured out why there had been a shift away from the knot, but you imagined it had to be related to the surplus. Trading one breeding technique for another, instead of locking on, his body had shifted to upping its chances another way. 

Submerged for what had to be several days based on the alternating dark and light, there was a knock at the door. You had been resting between sessions and Donnie went full guard dog. Minus the barking, he stalked out of the bedroom ready to viciously attack whoever dared come near his space. Thinking the display was quite territorial, you made it on wobbly legs to check it out. He tried to herd you back to bed with worry, but you brushed past him with little reassurances. Clearly unnerved, he tangled around your legs as you eventually made it to the peephole. There was a stack of what looked like groceries outside with a bright purple note on top.

Thinking only at the last second to not open the door nude, you clambered back to the bedroom and eventually found a shirt. Donnie had many clicking protests about that and you shooed him thinking you might need a broom. He eventually relented with a heavy grouch and you got the door open while somehow keeping him back. Dragging the conveniently tied pile in, you locked the door. Leaning against the couch and leaving Donnie to inspect the lot, you read the note.

Hey Y/N,

I hope you’re doing alright. Despite the lock-out, please know you can send an SOS anytime via either your tech gauntlet or the computer. I’m… ‘sorry’ isn’t the right word, but I don’t… Well… I could erase all this hesitation, but it might read better if I leave it in, don’t you? Basically, I think I get why you did what you did and knowing you, you know why I did the same. I care about you and I want you to be happy…

Breaking away from the page, you had to wipe away the tears that were forming before continuing.

Gushy stuff aside, I calculated you would probably be running out of food and water about now. I got you a bunch of provisions, but specifically meal replacements because I have a feeling those are SUPER necessary. Again, I’m def trying not to freak out and hope everything is fine. Please let it be fine. Love you! Shelly

Tears now flowing, you lowered the page only to find Donnie watching you with intense concern. You gave him a watery smile and were about to tell him it was okay when he turned his attention to the paper in your hand. Thinking it was the perpetrator, he tried to snatch it and you got into a minor skirmish to keep him from shredding it.

He gave up with even more pouting that he promptly forgot about as you unpacked the bags. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had seemingly thought of everything and you nibbled on a meal bar while carting similarly balanced drinks to the fridge. Stocking didn’t take long and you even got Donnie to eat something. Despite presumably losing all his bodily fluids each time he came, your boyfriend had not been taking in near enough water or food. With all his attention on you, he seemed to have no other drives outside of care and mating. It worried you, but you had first hand experience that said he wasn’t getting the least bit weaker. 

In fact, the only thing that ever seemed to wear on him was his constantly dropped cock. His literal point of weakness in many senses, it just wasn’t possible for you to always be on it. While breaks had sometimes come mutually, more often than not, it pained Donnie to pull out. It was there when he had the most slips in his coherency. He’d growl at you for moving too much if you needed him off. Thankfully, he’d return near instantly and fuss over his little lapse. You’d shush him over his worry because he hadn’t come anywhere near hurting you again; it was just that your human body could only handle so much. 

Not just obliging him, you were also enjoying yourself. It was an engulfing euphoria that made a mockery of your past marathons. The only problem was, while the mind was willing, the flesh was weak. As much as you convinced yourself time was no longer constant, that future you was looming closer with each consecutive round. The ache in not just your nethers, but your entire body began to sound at all hours. Lube helped and the magnanimous S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had had the forethought to drop off more along with his other provisions, but there was only so much it could do. The only real balm was stopping and you neither wanted to nor really had the capability. 

It mattered little when stripping life down to the bare essentials had been rapturous. Though you could never say you went the way of the kids Lord of the Flies, but you did feel a slip in which you had started to understand Donnie’s animalistic speech. It wasn’t really language as much as it was expressions of emotions. There were still a couple that were too abstract for you to identify, but you became adept at mimicking the simpler ones. Applying them pulled a near similar reaction to this Donnie as using his tech did to your usual boyfriend.  

The fun and games truly waned when, after what you had estimated to be a week had passed, your body finally began to give out. Though a breakdown had been in your periphery, the actual collapse had been swift. Every part of you ached with muscles devastated by the near constant work out. There was never enough time for repair as refractory periods were out the window. In only a slight contrast, while Donnie appeared to have held up, in actuality exhaustion was tearing him to shreds. It had taken you about five days to catch, but due to the territorial nature of his rut, you found that he wasn’t sleeping. Instead, he was compelled to keep vigil over you when you did. As his precious mate, he couldn’t risk anything happening to you and with the need to breed taking over when you were awake, he simply stayed awake at all times.

When the inevitable collapse finally occurred, you were thankful it had happened on the bed. Side by side, the two of you had basically fallen off one another after a round with Donnie especially collapsing onto his carapace. You watched with your own form of drowsiness as he fended sleep off with heavy lids for only a few seconds before he passed out slack. Snuggling close to keep your own watch, you made it only a few more minutes before succumbing yourself. When you finally came to, it was a different type of light that said you must have slept over twelve straight hours. That being the most of the entire heat, you felt especially dehydrated. Head refusing to raise, you were about to ask for water when you found your partner still asleep, now on his side.

Outside his usual form, he was curled, near fetal, except he couldn’t pull his legs up to his body. Laying out in the way as the culprit was his swollen cock. Apparently extra hard from its sudden disuse, his glans lay in a pool of pre-cum where leaked in search of its host. As you watched, you also saw the faint trickle move as you tracked his hips rocked in his sleep. Struck by the need and necessity of caring for your partner, you rolled over with great difficulty. Now facing away from him, you scooted back, minding his sleep. It took some lengthy maneuvering, but you got yourself in position. You thought touching his angry cock might wake him, but under your hold he only made a withered sound and was barely disturbed under his forced slumber.

Knowing the feeling well, you stroked his head through your folds. Having time, you let the pre-cum lubricate you before your own slick somehow managed to build. Wondering how that could be with the many sessions, you checked over your shoulder to find your mate still asleep, with only his brow ridge creased. Wanting to watch the relief wash over him, you aligned him and scooted just enough so he’d enter. To him the fill came with a dream sigh and smoothed features, while for you there was a strange mix of discomfort and solace. Thinking you had gotten a little too used to being stuffed, you made sure you were accessible before finding a comfortable position on your side.

It took a few minutes, but his dreams must have taken shape because he began to rock into you at a lazily pace. It only took slight encouragement from yourself before his tired arm came around. Biting your lip to keep silent, he pulled you flush to him as if you were a pillow. Weary, your innards were warmed with him both physically and mentally. This position required little of your body and came as easily as sleep. Nearing said precipice, it was only the nudge of his hips that kept you conscious. There was something to the sleep sex, the deep need that surpassed waking thought that stirred you. It brought a hand down to your abused clit, where you instead massaged the bundle of nerves just above it.

Orgasms as of late had either not felt like much or exaggerated the ache. This one, however, whether it be from your tired state or the possible kink, felt like it could be a pleasurably crest like a tide rolling in on a sun drenched morning. Riding that thought and Donnie in general, a little adjustment had him nuzzled against your g-spot. It had become heavily bruised in the interim, but you still throbbed at the contact.

Breathing speeding up and numbed shocks running through your wrists, you tipped back to see him once more. He seemed serene, but still knocked clean out. You couldn’t help but press an awkward kiss to his slack jaw. He pulled you a little closer and his hips picked up just slightly. Pleasured warping as exhaustion took hold, there was a blissful quality to cumming. With no exact start, the high seemed to align with you slipping into the first stages of sleep and the current carried you away to dreamland.   

The next rousing found you very much in the same position. Comfortably full, you wondered why neither of you had thought to sleep like this. Stickiness said he’d hit his own climax at some point and the tacky quality spoke to another long bout of sleep. Mouth a desert, you blearily looked and found the light of midday. Groaning at the thought, you tried to sit up when a headache quaked between your lids. Wilting, your partner stirred from where he was wrapped around you. He too seemed to test his hips first, acknowledging the connection before nosing up from the snuggle into your shoulder. He gave what you had come to know as your good morning trill, which you returned in kind. Peeling apart from one another, he hadn’t quite pulled his cock out. You mourned your lack of shower which was something Donnie had vehemently blocked as soon as you had tried to turn the knob. You’d gotten by with the sink in small spurts, but he really only let you clean your wound at most. You imagined it would take a community pool to rid yourself of your week-long soiling. 

Rubbing a hand through the oils on your skin, you felt Donnie press your connection. Giving him a shrewd smile, you cocked a brow. “Already?”

He made a needy noise that you had decided was his version of an apologetic ‘it can’t be helped.’

Nodding and still tired, you pulled him out which brought light grouchy chirps. “I’ll top. I need to stretch.”

Forcing up against every muscle group's unified protest, you felt like a scab as you turned and gently coaxed Donnie onto his back.

Trust had him rolling over and you mounted him with a press to his plastron to alert him that he was to stay down.

He obliged as his hands settled comfortably on your thighs while you straddled him. Locating one of many loose lube bottles on the bed, it took tossing two to find one with a little left. Making the most of it, you added it between the both of you before returning him to you. Sliding down onto his shaft with enough practice for what felt like ten lifetimes, he sighed, grateful.

“Good, good.” You cooed, squirming to get him settled. “We’re getting nothing but take out for like two weeks after this. All fresh food too. It’s so bad when you’re actually craving a salad.” Reaching your arms up you attempted to pop your shoulder blades while riding him.

He had a sort of smile on his face as his lower lids watched your stretching form appreciatively.

Feeling a crack and groaning loudly at the pressure release, you crossed your arms behind your head and did a roll of your neck. Donnie gave a little buck which your ground down on causing him to give a weak chirp. “My speed.” You scolded, earning yourself another crack which made you feel like jelly.

Fingers flexing on your legs, you felt his digits tracing you as you rounded out your routine arching backwards. The bend had you nearly seeing his toes before something gave and you almost wanted to collapse right there. Thinking better of it, you righted with a forward curling and found it strange when Donnie’s hand was there cupping your breast. Tracing the arm to his face found his a similar neutral. Mildly confused, he hadn’t once paid your chest any mind in what you decided had to do with a turtle's distinct lack of mammaries. 

Now that his hand was there, you thought it might be for support and you so mimicked him with appendages to his pectoral scutes. As this was definitely going to be one of those times you weren’t going to come, you made your intentions clear that you were going to lay atop him. His hand retreated and you slowly crawled your way down until your belly just touched him. There, with his dick curved into your nethers, you bounced your ass swiftly. His eyes rolled back and his fingers flew to sink into the thick of your rear. Loving his openly entranced expression, it helped bolster your continued rhythm until you felt something you hadn’t in awhile. 

The knot was clearly inflating. 

Caught off guard by the stretch, you slowed. 

Donnie gave a clear human-like groan in agony.

Eyes shooting wide, you snapped upright.

It elicited another rasping protest, something else came out of him, “Y-Y/N…”

“Donnie? Donnie!!!” Forgetting all about the act, you lunged at him. You made it all the way to his upper body before his spread glans kept you from coming right off his cock. 

He tried to crack an eyelid, but his hands pulled at your hips. 

With precision, you slid back along his plastron as he buried himself back into you.

Irritated, you fucked him there straight through to his climax.

Rushed, he nearly sobbed as you came straight off the knot with a struggling squirm. 

Free, you crawled back up to him to find his gaze surfacing. 

What stared back at you through a layer of immense exhaustion was your usual boyfriend.

“Donatello!!”

“Wha…?” His voice was raw with disuse.

“It’s you!!” Tears sprung up in your eyes. “It’s really you!!! Welcome back!!!” They loosed on your cheeks as you plied him with kisses.

“I-” There was a moment where he relished the barrage before a dozen other of his senses came online. “Ugh… your breath…” He turned his head, but you kept plying him. “No… you must stop…!”

“Donnie!!” You could only dumbly repeat. 

You buried your arms under his neck to give him a huge hug.

There was some hesitation as he held you before he went patently stiff.

Something you had grown used to, his seed was leaking out of you. From your legs, you could feel it had pooled on the flat of his plastron. Reaching critical mass, the first drips of it were oozing down his sides.

“Eugh!” His voice warped with disgust. “I…  I understand the gravity of what's happened, but you must get off-”

You squeezed him tighter, loving the sound of his voice.

“Oh…” He held the note with distorted surprise. “Oh, fuck. Off. Off!! Get off now!!!”

Order clear, you scrambled backward, only to fall to the wayside as he sat up before you were clear. “Wait, wha-?”

He stared with bleeding agony between his legs. “My dick is on fire! It burns!! Why does it burn?!”

“Yeah, you’ve been dropped for like eight or nine days.”

“I’ve been-?” Horror took place of pain and he turned to you. “It’s been how long?!”

“Over a week.” You slumped in the nest.

“We’ve been-? We need to-? Have you-?” All the thoughts seemed to rush to him at once and he got tangled in them. Needing to free himself physically, he shot for the edge of the bed.  

“I wouldn’t do tha-!”

You watched him try to get to his feet before he dropped like a stone.

“Yeah…”  

“What happened?!” His voice came up from the floor.

“A… lot… I’ll catch you up, but we both need S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stat.”

“S.H.E.L.-?” He stopped cold and the silence was almost eerie before he spoke again with even ferocity. “Where is my P.O.P. protection?”

“Donnie-”

“Y/N.”

“One thing at a time!”

“It is one question.”

“Actually there’s been a few.”

Like a creature crawling out of a lagoon, on of his elbows flew up and dug into the mattress. He then used it to creep upwards until his face appeared. “Y/N!”

Slow and taking your time not out of pain, but tepid fury. You sauntered towards him on all fours. 

He watched you with increasing concern. 

Reaching him and putting on your own menace, you towered over him. “I have been fucked non-stop for over a week. I think that puts me in lead position, don’t you? Override the Darling Protocol lockout I initiated and get S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. here now. Then we’ll talk.”

He gave a single submissive squeak before his eyes doubled in size at what must have been a dozen alarming things.

“Good.” You collapsed back in the bed and listened as he clambered over to his computer.  

NEXT

MEGAPHONE beta screech this week. These two really put up with me! @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83

[starr-finn]

Okay hi again :D

- So can I get... Bain, Dallas and Sokol for this? If you cba to do all just do Bain lol

- So it's the Alesso heist and the gang are doing stealth (until loud (as per usual))

- The C4 bit actually gets noticed by reader, an independent heister, well-renowned for their high skill set

- And they just happen to be at the concert (they just like Alesso idk) and heard the explosion

- The gang (+ Bain) just see them at the doorway of the basement going 'Can y'all keep quiet?!? It's my ONE day off I swear to god...'

- The gang at first are like 'who is this random fearless civ' and are about to gun them down when Bain is like 'Guys, this is Reader, one of the most famous heisters of all time! Don't shoot them!!'

- And this is when Reader's like 'Wait... you're the Payday Gang right? What're you doing here?'

- Then after being explained as to what they're after, Reader's like 'Oh... well, I think I saw some cops arriving outside.. I'm sure you're capable of taking care of them! I'll leave you to do your business then.' then they just walk away with a wink

- Later on when things are getting tough, they actually decide to join in, claiming 'I might as well have fun doing something else.'

- So yeah they just join in mowing down cops

- At the end, the gang/Bain offer to give Reader some of the earnings but they just give a paper with their number, saying 'Ah, I'm good. Call me if you ever need an extra bit of help, this was real fun.'

Hell yes, I'd love to, This heist quickly became one of my favorites after I played it, so 100% will write this for you!

Bain, Dallas, and Sokol meeting an independant heister during the Alesso heist!

Author's note: Mild violence, mentions of explosions, fire, and reader being mildly sassy with the gang, a bit more cussing on my end, as normal, (H/N) means Heister name, the boys are huge fanboys of reader's work. have fun

Bain

The last thing Bain was expecting was a ballsy ass civ to show up, but the second he got a good look at you, he immediately stopped the gang from killing your ass

"Guys, stop, don't shoot them, that's (H/N). An independant hesiter widely regarded for having a high skill set"

The gang stopped and just stared for a few seconds, until you spoke up

"Wait, You guys are the payday gang right? damn didn't think you'd be here, nice to meet you guys" you smile and nod at the gang before returning to your spot in the crowd, like nothing happened, until things got dicey.

You were getting bored of the concert and decided to go and help out. The only way the gang even realized you had jumped in was when you saved Jimmy's dumbass after he was knocked out by a cloaker. Bain was super psyched to get to see you in action, He always thought you were so badass, but this was fucking awesome. By the time you and the gang got out and to the drop off zone, the whole gang had attempted to convince you to at least let them give you a bit of a compensation, but you denied every time

"Nah, I'm good guys, It was fun working with you though!" You quietly hand Dallas a piece of paper with your number scribbled down on it "Give that to your boss, Next time you want me to come join, just call me"

You chuckle softly and walk back to your car, waving softly, before just driving off like nothing happened. Bain was literally leaned way back in his chair, losing his shit mentally because holy shit you were so cool to him. When he finally spoke up, he literally had to forcefully keep himself from screaming

"Wow...Never thought I'd get to see (H/N) on the job, we're gonna have to ask them to join more often" and then he goes quiet again, because he's fucking screaming and had to cut his mic off to save himself from public embarrassment

Dallas

Dallas was not ready for hearing some random civ yell at them from the stairs to the basement

"GOD CAN YOU GUYS QUIET DOWN A BIT!? It's my only fucking day off jesus..."

If it hadn't been for Bain not only telling the guys who you were, but also reminding them of the no killing civ's rule, you would have been dead, but the second Dallas heard the name (H/N), He could have dropped dead, like holy shit you had just yelled at him, dude could barely focus the rest of the heist, and then, you looked at him for a second and smiles

"Woah! Wait are you guys the payday gang? It's cool to meet you all!" they smile and wave softly, happily walking back to their seat for the concert, and holy shit Dallas was internally screaming, he almost lost his mind.

Later you joined in, killing cops and security guards, helping them get the money, and getting out with them. Dallas spent so much time trying to convince you to take a cut of the money, but you always denied.

"No thank you, however..." You quickly scribble down your number and hand it to him "call me if you ever want me to join again!"

You walk off and get in your car, heading home, and meanwhile, Dallas was losing his shit internally

Sokol

Sokol had been having a blast on this heist, until he heard someone start sassing off

"Can you fuckers keep it down?? I'm trying to watch a concert up there!"

Sokol spun around and pointed his gun at you, ready to shoot you down until Bain stops him

"Wait, Sokol! Stop, that's not a civ, that's (H/N)! Their an Independent hesister"

Sokol had never lowered his gun faster, dude immediately apologized quietly, you stare at him and the group he's with for a second before you smile

"Wait, you guys are the payday gang right? that's super cool, well, I'm gonna go back and finish the concert, later!" you have happily as you walk off.

Later, you actually joined the group, helping them take down cops, the FBI, and even some special units, you guys all got out in one piece and Sokol was on the verge of squealing every time you pulled off something badass. he was super happy he got to meet you. After you guys got out together, he tried to convince you to take a cut of the pay, you denied every time, smiling softly and writing your number down on some paper, handing it to him

"I'm good! But don't hesitate to call me if you want me to join on another heist!" after smiling at him, you walk off, seemingly happy that you got to join in on a heist. Meanwhile, Sokol was having an internal party because he got your number.

[carlosfruitsnacks]

a camilo x reader song fic with taylor swift's "The Story Of Us" 🫶

"the story of us"

summary:

— Falling apart and breaking up, you and Camilo meet again at a party after a few years. The two of you were fighting to ignore each other, pretending to not care. So, is this how the story of you and Camilo ends?

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— kinda late but i hope you enjoy anon!

No matter how thick your clothing was, it never seemed to protect you from the shiver you felt during this weather. Today seemed colder than ever. You trudged to your kitchen to fix a warm drink before grabbing your phone and settling down. While scrolling down social media, a phone call interrupts you. With a raised brow, you answered the call.

"[Name]!!!"

"Hey, [Friend's Name]. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you're free tonight?"

Your friend on the other line asked, you hummed for a moment, thinking. Your schedule for later wasn't hectic, but you wonder why your friend wants to know.

"I think so, why?"

"Do you wanna tag along at this party?"

"It depends..."

"Come on! It's going to be fun! I'll guarantee it"

"Fine, but you owe me"

"Sure, sure, whatever. Catch you later byeeeee!"

You chuckled as your friend hangs up. It's silly how you can't say no to your friend. Parties may not be your strongest suit but it's not always that bad, it's not like you hate parties, most of them are great if the people there aren't problematic. You shrug to yourself, one little party wouldn't hurt, right?

You decided to finish all of your chores before preparing your outfit for tonight's party. Nothing too flashy or bland, just something you're comfortable with. Eventually, you texted your friend and as the evening arrives, they went to pick you up and take you to the party.

Upon arriving, you notice a large number of people present. Luckily, it wasn't too overwhelming as you went inside the place where the party was being held at. There were drinks, food, and music played by a band. It was like every typical party you've been to. You followed your friend around and talked for a while until the rest of your other friends showed up. You had fun with your friend group, convinced that this was going to be a good night.

All of a sudden, you whip your head around to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. You nearly dropped the drink in your hand when you realized whose eyes were that. You blinked several times, wishing it to be only your imagination. But to your dismay, it was real. Curly brown hair, sunkissed skin, and a laugh that used to bring butterflies to your stomach. There was no mistaking it.

"Holy shit...is that Camilo?"

One of your friends pointed out. Your throat goes dry at the sound of his name. Quickly, your mood changes, and you no longer wanted to stay here. You frowned at your friend.

"You didn't tell me that he's going to be here?!"

"We didn't know, [Name]!"

Your friends explained. You glared at them and at Camilo, who was across the room, laughing with a bunch of people. You groaned.

"I'm leaving"

"Oh come on! We know whatever happened between you two was nasty but you moved on, right? He shouldn't be having any effect on you, [Name]"

"Ugh, you don't know what it feels like to be in the same room with your ex"

You told them before walking away, your friends called for you but you ignored them. You stopped at the corner of the room, trying to calm yourself down but Camilo decides to stroll by and accidentally meet your eyes. He looked horrified that he recognized who you are, you freeze on your spot. How did it get this way?

"I don't feel like this is working at all, [Name]"

A younger version of Camilo told you. With furrowed brows, you walked over to him and grabbed his arms.

"What do you mean, Camilo?"

"Lo siento, but I think we should end this"

You gasped, and tears immediately began welling up in your eyes. After so many years of being together, all the laughing, crying, hugging, and kissing. Now, it's coming to an end. You can no longer see the sparks in his eyes when he first met you.

"No, you wouldn't do this!"

"I can't be like this with you anymore, [Name]"

"What? You're unhappy being with me?"

"No, I do feel happy when I'm with you but I'm afraid it won't last long and I don't want to see where that goes"

"When you got jealous while I was with other people, did I get angry?"

You bring it up and it causes Camilo to frown at you. He denies it but you point a finger at him, telling him all his flaws. It makes him mad as he does the same until it turns into a nasty fight, with him storming out of the door and you not realizing the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know what, I'm glad we're finally ending this, Camilo!"

"The feeling's mutual, I finally don't get to deal with your shitty attitude"

"Same here asshole!"

"¡Adiós para siempre!"

He slams the door in front of you and it goes quiet. It takes a minute for you to fully break down on your knees, crying and hiccuping. You replay the fight over and over in your head, sending needles to prick your heart knowing the love of your life is no longer there to hold you in his arms. It was over, and it was the truth you had to carry with you through the rest of the years.

You gulped. You recalled the fight you had with him after many years of burying it at the back of your mind, you sniffed and broke eye contact with him. You find another place to stay away from him, you feel your pride swell in you as you decided to not acknowledge him at all.

Camilo was baffled to see you at the party, he too remembers the dispute you two shared before officially falling apart. A nasty feeling forms at the back of his throat as he walks away, ignoring you from the corner of his eye. The two of you fought a silent battle, to ignore each other, to act not to care.

As much as you looked coldly on the exterior, on the inside, it's killing you. You send a glare to Camilo, who's doing good at acting like you don't exist. You feel alone standing in a crowded room. Truthfully, you wanted to tell him how you missed him, but you didn't know how. You weren't mad anymore, just sad. You fidged at your clothes, secretly glancing at Camilo, hoping he'd look your way again but he doesn't.

It fucking sucked feeling this way, you felt so hopeless. When you thought you had to suffer longer, your eyes caught the band on stage, an idea lights up in your mind as you make your way to it. With a little courage, you managed to persuade the band to play a tune for you to sing along to. So, you walked on stage, hands shaking as you grabbed the microphone at the stand.

Drums kicked in followed by electric guitars, it was loud enough to catch everyone's attention at the party. They all gathered to listen closely to the lively music on stage. You inhaled.

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met, and the sparks flew instantly"

"People would say they're the lucky ones"

You began to sing. Your friends see you on the stage and cheered. As confidence filled you, it wavered when you noticed Camilo looking at you from the crowd.

"I used to know my place was a spot next to you. Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat"

"'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on"

Camilo was surprised to hear you singing, but he doesn't complain about it. Instead, he sticks around to listen to you more.

"Oh, a simple complication. Miscommunications lead to fall out"

"So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, I can't break through"

You pushed yourself to sing louder, wishing you delivered the line right for your ex in the crowd to understand.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

The people around him danced along to you singing the chorus, having a great time. Camilo was conflicted if he should too but he's thinking about what you're singing about.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

"Next Chapter"

You find yourself loosening up and dancing along with the music, slightly distracting you from Camilo's intense gaze on you.

"How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy"

"And you're doing your best to avoid me"

He listens to you sing the second verse, his face was impassive but internally, he's affected by you and what you just said that's clearly about him.

"I'm starting to think, one day, I'll tell the story of us. How I was losing my mind when I saw you here"

"But you held your pride like you should've held me"

Your voice was filled with sincere emotion as your eyes landed on Camilo's, hurting and hoping at the same time.

"Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how. I never heard silence quite this loud"

The people were quick to dismiss what the song meant but it hits him in the face in so many ways. It hurt more than a slap, Camilo thought if this was your way of getting revenge on him for hurting you long ago.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

You confidently sing the chorus, smiling a little at the sight of the audience cheering and dancing along to the beat. But your eyes were fixated on your ex who was pursing his lips, you prayed he won't leave midway through the song.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

The guitar solo kicks in, it slowly reaches the bridge of the song and still, Camilo doesn't know what to say. He's distracted by the shimmer in your eyes, the tiny smile on your lips, and how he wanted to hold you again.

"This is looking like a contest. Of who can act like they care less"

"But I liked it better when you were on my side"

Your voice comes out softly, the melody was gentle as you try to convey what you truly feel through your singing. There was no stopping what you started.

"The battle's in your hands now. But I would lay my armor down"

"If you say you'd rather love than fight"

Camilo can feel himself bursting with emotion. He does want to choose to love than fight, he's tired of pretending he doesn't care when he does. Yet something is still holding him back.

"So many things that you wish I knew. But the story of us might be ending soon"

You feel your chest tighten for a moment, you didn't want tonight to end. You don't want to leave and never see Camilo again. You reach the chorus again.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

He feels you pour your heart out on the song, and he smiles. Camilo missed you but he's afraid that he'll ruin everything and hurt you again. He holds back his tears, feeling his emotions kill him.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now"

You hit a high note and you hear everybody cheer and clap for you. But you didn't focus on getting all the glory, you only focused on the boy with hazel eyes you're still in love with.

"And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, 'cause we're down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

It takes Camilo the entire song to realize he still loves you and that he wants you back. He doesn't want the story of you and him to end. But you bring your lips close to the mic.

"The end"

You said as the song ends. Shouting and clapping fill the room as you exit the stage. Your heart was beating fast as you caught your breath. It was amazing that you just did that. You wiped the sweat off your forehead when you hear footsteps approach backstage. Your heart leaps out of your chest when you see it was Camilo.

"[Name]..."

He says breathlessly and it merely brings you to your knees, how you missed hearing him say your name. Camilo takes the risk to come closer, you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. Your eyes couldn't believe it when you saw the same sparks in his eyes when you first saw him.

"Camilo..."

"[Name] I...I'm sorry. For being such a dick and leaving you that day. I'm sorry for also ignoring you here"

You were speechless at his sudden apology, and it tugs on your heartstrings. Swiftly, you pounce at him with an embrace. Camilo quickly reciprocates and holds unto you for dear life. He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"I've missed you, Camilo"

"Me too, mi amor"

Your eyes go wet when he called you that, he hasn't called you that in years and hearing it again felt like coming back home. You pull away and Camilo grabs the sides of your face, softly.

"Can we start over again? Can this story not end yet?"

"Camilo, the story of us is...over"

He frowns, and disappointment spreads on his features until you smiled and went to rub your thumb on his cheek. Camilo looks at you, he couldn't be happier seeing the love in your eyes.

"But that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve a sequel"

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[songforeddiemunson]

Mistaken Identities

I normally don't write RPF (no shame to those who do!) but this funny little drabble popped into my noggin today watching everyone melting down over a picture of Joe speaking with a female. If you like, please reblog and tag with feedback!

Joe Quinn x Reader

Summary: Joe spots something ridiculous in the daily tabloid.

Warnings: established relationship. vanilla, funny, no smut, bit of cussing, mild fluff, weed mention, adultery mention, Joe is pouty, reader is amused

Word count: 687 (just a wee thing)

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You’re just getting ready to take the first sip of your morning coffee when the freshly-printed tabloid of the day slaps down on the table in front of you with a light whup, making the wispy hairs around your face flutter.

You gingerly pick it up as you turn your head up to look at your husband, who is standing above you wearing an expression of total exasperation.

“Look at that shite,” Joe sighs, gesturing vaguely at the tabloid he just dumped in front of you.

You turn your head back to the paper in your hands and see, in the middle of the page in large bold letters, “Y/N SPOTTED SMOOCHING STRANGER, CHEATS ON HUSBAND!”

The photo below the headline was a grainy, too-zoomed photo of you standing at the top step of your rented flat, leaning down to plant a kiss on the lips of a tall, slim man standing a couple of steps down. His face is mostly obscured by long dark curls that cascade past his shoulders, but he’s wearing a white baseball tee with black sleeves, tight black jeans with torn knees, white high tops, and a silver wallet chain dangling from the back to front jeans pockets. His lean forearms are extended forward, dotted with tattoos, and his hands grip the railing of the steps you are standing upon. His head is tilted up to yours, the ghost of a smile on his lips barely visible beneath the long tresses. Overlaid in the upper corner of the photo is a round bubble featuring Joe’s face, pulling an overdramatic pout. You burst out laughing.

“This is so not funny,” Joe scowls in reply to your peals of laughter, looking a bit like his bubble photo. He huffs down in the seat perpendicular to yours at the table. He scrubs his hand across his face in frustration, but you can see that he’s fighting back a tired smile.

You flick your eyes back to the page, and begin reading the byline.

“Is there trouble in paradise with it-couple Joseph Quinn and Y/N?” you begin, and Joe audibly groans. You ignore him. “While hubby is away shooting for the hit Netflix smash Stranger Things, the naughty wife will play!” You hear your husband snort to your left. “Are they shitting me with this,” you squeal, half laughing, half in disbelief.

“It gets worse,” Joe says, burying his face in his hands.

You read on. “The proof is in the pudding with this pap snap, showing Y/N planting a salacious smooch on this mysterious headbanger. Will cuckold Joe give wifey another chance?” You bark out shocked laughter.

“I’ve been called a cuckold today and I’ve not even had my coffee yet,” Joe says flatly, making you laugh harder. “You know,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t make me visit you during lunch every day in costume.”

You hold your hands up in mock surrender, letting the paper fall to the table. “Hey, don’t blame me,” you say, giggling. “You look hot as hell in that outfit.”

Joe slouches down in his chair, crossing his arms like a petulant child. “No more nooners with Eddie, love. Now my wife is cheating on me…with me. Fabulous.”

“You can’t withhold Eddie,” you say, eyes wide in hyperbolic panic. “This isn’t his fault!” Your husband finally laughs at that one.

“I’ll make some calls and sort it out," you say with a conciliatory tone. "Don’t worry, everyone will think this is hilarious. I’ll post some pictures of us while you’re in costume and you can actually see your face.”

“If Netflix will let you. I’m fully expecting to be shot by a sniper at any moment,” Joe replies, smiling.

“You should relax more my love,” you tell him, picking up your cellphone to call your publicist and standing up. You plant a kiss to his forehead. “Get Eddie to sell you some weed,” you say, before heading out of the room and down the hall.

“Oh fuck off,” Joe calls to your departing back. “I have my own weed.”

MASTERLIST

[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part iii- not without you

“show me a hero, and i’ll write you a tragedy” - f. scott fitzgerald

summary: you and steve go on a two-person charge into a nazi facility to save your best friend. looks like the tables have turned, and you have a profound realization.

wordcount: 3.4k

warnings: violence, cussing, mild pining, foreshadowing, me setting up for the train scene to hurt even more

a/n: crying in the club 🥲 this is mostly set up, but i’m completely ready to almost cry writing the next part. hope u all enjoy! love you all <3

taglist: @whelvedfeelingsstuff @sebsgirl71479 @rebloggingmyrecs @babyblublossom @local-mr-frog @thenyxsky @capsiclesdoll

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As you and Steve plummeted through the air, you ignored the gunfire surrounding you. Eyes trained on the ground rapidly approaching, you nodded to Steve and deployed your chute.

Jolting harshly, you crashed through the trees and landed harshly on the forest floor. You unclipped your parachute and sprinted into the cover of the trees, Steve following close behind. He held a hand out in front of you, protectively shielding you as a parade of trucks passed by.

Once you spotted the last car in the line, you and Steve jumped in, immediately coming face-to-face with two HYDRA operatives. You let him beat them up, grabbing a glowing blue gun from one of them before he tossed them out of the back of the vehicle.

The truck came to a stop a short while later, and a soldier lifted the flap. He was met with Steve’s shield to his face.

“That thing is a literal target on your back,” you grumbled, sneaking with him through the grounds. The entire camp was crawling with guards, but you managed to slip past them, hiding in the shadows and Steve knocking the living daylights out of any of them that spotted you.

He helped you clamber up a tank and onto the roof of a building, racing along the rain-soaked concrete and into the nearest building. After successfully knocking out a guard and peering into one of the central rooms, you froze.

It was huge, with advanced technology scattered everywhere. Including bombs.

As you two crept past a table, you swiped what looked to be some sort of battery that glowed the same blue as the gun you’d stolen.

“We need to find where they keep prisoners,” Steve hissed to you. You frowned, scanning the entries and exits, squinting in an attempt to read the German plastered above the doors. You pointed to one, labeled “Gefängnis”.

“I bet that’s it,” you whispered. He shoved you.

“You don’t know German, dipshit!” You slapped him in return.

“Maybe not, but a guy just walked out of there, and I saw what looked like jail cells, so,” you glared at him as he gave in, starting to sprint towards the corridor. The door let out into a hallway above circular cells, where thin rays of light filtered in from outside.

Grabbing an arrow from your quiver, you nocked it as you stalked down the hall. When you spotted a lone guard patrolling, you fired. The arrow embedded itself in the man’s chest, and he fell on top of a cell with a surprised grunt.

Steve grabbed the set of keys from the soldier as one of the prisoners eyed you both.

“Who are you supposed to be?” he asked the blond.

“I’m…” Steve paused to ensure there were no more guards. “Captain America.”

Jumping down the nearest ladder, the two of you raced to unlock every cell. You got a few odd glances, but none of the men said anything after watching you rip your arrow from the guard’s body and return it to your quiver.

“Is there anyone else?” your friend asked. You spoke up, voice still quiet to avoid drawing attention. “We’re looking for a Sergeant James Barnes.”

“There’s an isolation ward in the factory, but no one’s ever some back from it,” one soldier said. You and Steve nodded to each other. That had to be where Bucky was. He had to be alive.

Steve turned to address the crowd. “The tree line is northwest, 80 yards past the gate. Get out fast, and give ‘em hell.”

“We’ll meet you out in the clearing with anyone else we find,” you added.

“Wait,” one man said. “You know what you’re doing?”

Steve didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. I’ve knocked out Adolf Hitler over 200 times.”

As you both sprinted away, you laughed under your breath. “You’re a punk, you know that?” He shrugged, not disagreeing.

Since all of the guards were handling the escaped prisoners, maneuvering through the facility was much easier, and before long, you were running down a damp hallway that you assumed to be the isolation ward. The tiles underneath your feet were caked with mud and mildew, and a permeating smell of sweat and chemicals lingered in the air.

Just as you both cleared a corner, you spotted a short, stout man carrying a briefcase. He stopped for only a moment before running away down the hall. Neither of you wasted any time before hurrying into the room he’d left.

On a table, strapped down and shaking, was Bucky.

“Sergeant… 32577…” he mumbled. You gently rested a hand on his shoulder as Steve tried to get his attention. He didn’t react to either of your voices, but the blond began to tear away the restraints nonetheless. “Is that…”

You smiled, nodding. “It’s us.”

“Steve?” he whispered, as if he thought he was dreaming. “(Y/N)?” You both lifted him from the table and you wrapped his arm across your shoulders, supporting him as he tried to walk on wobbly legs.

“I thought you were dead,” Steve whispered. “We both did.”

Bucky only looked him up and down. “I thought you were smaller.”

“C’mon, boys. We’ve gotta go,” you warned. The three of you ran back into the hallway, with the brunet detangling himself from you and trying to walk on his own. He seemed to be coming back to his senses, and he held his arm as he limped alongside you.

“What happened to you?” he asked. Steve, not feeling like explaining the whole situation, responded with “I joined the Army.”

You ran through the empty halls, slowly working your way back to the center of the massive building. Explosions began to echo. When Steve kicked the door down, you were met with a room engulfed in flames, the heat radiating off the metal.

Your little trio raced up the staircases, trying to escape the sweltering temperatures. Just as you reached a walkway across, a piercing voice cried out.

“Captain America! How exciting!” Johann Schmidt, in the flesh. He and the small man you’d seen in the hallway were directly across from you. “I am a great fan of your films!”

He and Steve began to approach each other on the walkway, while Bucky death-glared the scientist.

“So, Dr. Erskine managed it after all. Not exactly an improvement, but still, impressive.” With full force, Steve punched him, sending the Nazi reeling back.

“You’ve got no idea,” he growled.

When Schmidt rose back up, you noticed the skin under his eye was abnormally red. As if it wasn’t really skin at all.

“Haven't I?” he asked. Although Steve blocked his punch with the shield, you spotted a fist-sized dent embedded in the metal. Bucky jumped at the sound.

You laid a hand on his shoulder, stepping in front of him to shield him from the burning gaze of the scientist. Grabbing an arrow, you nocked it in your bow.

With another punch, Schmidt sent Steve tumbling down. In response, Steve kicked him far back as the two sections of the walkway split apart, growing out of reach and removing your exit.

“No matter what lies Erskine told you, you see, I was his greatest success!” The man grabbed at his neck and began to peel the skin back, displaying a horrific red face. You now understood where he got his name. The Red Skull.

“You don’t have one of those, do you?” Bucky mumbled. You snorted, pulling the arrow back a little further.

The Red Skull continued. “You are deluded, Captain. You pretend to be a simple soldier, but in reality, you are just afraid to admit that we have left humanity behind.”

“Unlike you, I embrace it proudly. Without fear!” With that, he and the scientist began to retreat through the doors.

You scowled. “Then how come you’re running?” Neither said a word, just closed the doors.

Another explosion shook the stairs. Steve ripped away a chain and ushered you and Bucky up the stairs.

“Come on, let’s go. Up,” he encouraged, letting you help your friend limp as quickly as possible.

Eventually, you found a way across. A metal beam, creaky and unstable. But your only way out.

“Let’s go. (Y/N), can you help Buck cross?” You nodded, leaping over the railing. The beam creaked, but you helped the brunet climb over anyway, slowly making your way across the beam.

Just as you both got halfway across, it began to shift, and it became clear that the beam was about to collapse from under you.

“Run!” you yelled, grabbing Bucky by the hand and diving for the railing. You barely made it, both clinging onto the bar for dear life before vaulting over to safety. Just as you leaped over, the beam fell into the fire below. But Steve was still on the other side.

“Gotta be a rope or something,” Bucky shouted.

Steve shook his head. “Just go! Get out of here!” You froze, the idea of trading one friend’s life for the other turning your stomach.

“No!” Bucky yelled. You joined in. “Not without you!” The blond paused, before bending back the metal railing and stepping back, preparing to jump the distance. Your breath hitched in your throat as he ran, leaping as more explosions echoed.

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Once the three of you had safely escaped the building and met up with the escaped prisoners outside, you hijacked the tanks and began the long trek home.

You were offered a ride atop a tank, but you refused, insisting on walking with your boys. The three of you were more than happy to be back together again, and the journey gave you and Bucky plenty of time to yell at Steve for doing the one thing you told him not to.

He told you both all about his USO tours, how he felt like a dancing monkey. He told you about Peggy, and while your first instinct was to call him out on his crush, he wholeheartedly denied it. Saying that, while she was amazing (and she really was), she wasn’t the one for him.

That conversation trailed into talks of marriage, and what you all would do once you left the war behind you.

Steve reasoned that he would have some fame from being Captain America, but nonetheless said he wanted to become an artist. A quiet life.

Bucky wanted to rest, mainly, but also showed interest in engineering and science. Maybe working as a mechanic. His main goal was to be done with this whole war.

And you? Well, you were content so long as the three of you stuck together. You figured you could get a job at the hospital, help some people.

You three easily passed the days heading back to camp, and when you finally began to hear the sounds of the soldiers, you were almost upset that your time was coming to an end. Almost. Your feet were screaming at you.

But you held your head high, striding into camp in all of your sweaty, dirty glory. Soldiers cheered as you all led the group, heading directly for Colonel Phillips.

Steve saluted him, immediately rushing to request medical attention.

“I’d like to surrender myself for disciplinary action.” You raised a brow, exchanging a glance with Bucky, who shrugged in response.

Thankfully, Phillips shook his head. “That won’t be necessary.” He gave a small grin. Steve and Peggy spoke for a second, and you noticed Bucky seemed to get more agitated by the second.

He piped up from next to you. “Hey! Let’s hear it for Captain America!” he shouted. Cheers and yelling rose up from around you, deafening clapping echoing through the camp.

Steve turned back to you and Bucky, an almost shy grin on his face.

“What?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Nothing. Just thinking about how we can’t baby you anymore.” He scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m sure you still will.” Another shrug, but he pulled you both into a hug anyway. “It’s good to all be back together.”

After a moment, Bucky sighed. “So, what now? HYDRA’s still out there.”

“So we take them out. I got a good look at a map of other factories just like that one.” The blond navigated through the crowd, searching for the main tent. He stopped, casting a concerned glance at you and the brunet, covered in dirt and more than tired. “Are you two up for it?”

Bucky agreed without hesitation, but you held up a hand. “On two conditions: They finally let me fight, and I never have to wear that nurses uniform again.”

The newfound Captain gave one of his shit-eating grins.

“I think we can make that work.”

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It definitely worked. After a brief demonstration of your skillset, Phillips agreed to promote you. While you weren’t given a rank, Peggy reasoned that you would be best suited as an agent, and began training you under her wing.

While your bow was your weapon of choice, she also gave you basic training with guns and knives. You also began brutal exercises for self defense and hand-to-hand combat.

During this time, Steve also began discussing putting together a team to take out HYDRA’s bases.

He had the group gathered in a bar, and after proposing the idea to them and their immediate agreement, he was feeling pretty content. Circling the room to find one of his best friends, he found him leaning against the bar, drink in hand, uncharacteristically quiet and alone.

“See?” the Sergeant laughed. “I told you. They’re all idiots.”

Steve sat next to him, still getting used to the feeling looking down to his friend. “How about you? Ready to follow Captain America into the jaws of death?”

“Hell no. That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb to run away from a fight.” He shoved the other man. “I’m following him.” Downing more of his drink, he leaned in.

“But you’re keeping the outfit, right?” In his drunken brain, Bucky immediately wondered if that was too obvious. Maybe? Then again, Steve seemed oblivious as he spared a glance to his show poster.

“You know what? It’s kind of growing on me.” With a light chuckle, he turned the conversation to his other best friend. “Speaking growing on someone, I don’t think (Y/N) will ever go back to dresses. Peggy brought her a bunch of dress pants and tops today.”

The brunet clicked his tongue, looking over his friend’s shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

You maneuvered through the crowd, the dark dress pants and bright-red blouse seemingly draining your surroundings of color. Or maybe that was just your friends’ tunnel vision. Your hands were tucked leisurely into your pockets (your favorite part about pants, you found), the top few buttons of the top were undone.

“Captain, Sergeant,” you snarked. They mimicked you, letting out an overly-serious “Agent (L/N)” in unison. Your laugh rang out in the small bar, turning just as many heads as your attire did.

“Howard has some equipment for you to try,” you said to Steve. “He wants you there tomorrow morning.” You turned, listening as the group in the room over got more rowdy by the second. “I see our top squad is prepping for duty.”

“You don’t like the music?” Bucky asked. You shook your head.

“I do, actually.” Casting a glance to both of your friends. Maybe you were toeing a line. “Maybe after we get through all of this, we can go dancing.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” he asked.

You frowned. “James Barnes, I am not dancing in pants.” With one last smile to both of them, you bid your farewells. “0800, Stevie. Buck, you can tag along if you’d like. Might be fun.”

Winking, you glided through the throngs of drunken people and bit your lip with a grin. Watching the two fumble just from one little action bosted your ego far more than you’d like to admit. You hadn’t had this much fun since you’d had a crush on a boy in school and had flirted with him relentlessly, driving him crazy until he eventually asked you out-

Wait. You froze on the sidewalk under a streetlamp. You reran your past train of thought. When did the word “crush” come into this?

Resuming your walk, this time with much more vigor, you analyzed your own head. Of all the years you’d known Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you’d never even considered lov liking them any more than platonically.

Sure, people thought you’d end up dating one of them, but none of you had ever taken it seriously. You all swore to be there for each other no matter what, and how could you do that if two of you were closer than the other? You couldn’t. It’d be unfair.

Besides, it wasn’t like you could choose between the two. Shaking away the strange thoughts, you made the last turn into camp, heading for your tent. All this training must have scrambled your brain.

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Once the group, named the Howling Commandos, was approved, you set out on your mission: take down HYDRA.

The raids were long and cold, but growing closer with the group made your time enjoyable. Plus, training Steve with his new shield was a gas. Watching him progress from hitting himself in the face to knocking Nazis from trees was a gift in and of itself.

Bucky proved to be an excellent marksman, sniping soldiers down in rains of gunfire. You often joined him, perched in trees with your bow and the modified arrows Stark provided. Your aim was impeccable, and you took out man after man with vigor.

Some nights you would have to camp in the cold. Jacques and Morita often would lead songs, flickering fires illuminating your campsites. Other times, you’d have to be deadly silent, always having at least two people on guard.

The one thing that stayed the same was you and your boys. The teasing never stopped, even in the midst of battle. And when one of you got injured, the other two were there to fuss over them.

The rest of the Commandos often joked that you three acted like an old married couple, and while it sent all of you blushing, you never denied it. You couldn’t really deny it when your plans for the future seemingly revolved around those two.

“You mean to tell me, you don’t have any big plans after we get through all of this?” Jones had asked you one night. You shrugged, absentmindedly spinning an arrow.

“Probably’ll stick with these idiots,” you’d chuckled, pointing to the Captain and Sergeant, who were arguing over where to set up a tent. “That’s how it’s always been; can’t really imagine it any other way.”

He hummed. “No special someone to go home to?” You snorted, shaking your head with a definitive no. “Well, I think you three’ll do just fine.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

For a while, the raids were small. Low-profile, calculated strikes on bases. And then you got word from the camp that HYDRA’s head scientist, Arnim Zola, would be on a train heading through the Swiss Alps. Right where you could intercept it.

You pushed through the cold and snow, finally emerging at a point overlooking the railroad that twisted and curved around the mountains. The wind buffeted your cheeks, numbing your face to the point that your words came out jumbled and slurred.

Morita and Jones listened to the radio, with the letter translating the German as it crackled through. The rest of the group began making their final checks of their weapons and equipment as you, Bucky, and Steve peered over the landscape.

“Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky asked, eyeing the drop.

“Yeah, and I threw up?” Steve asked.

“This isn’t payback, is it?”

“Now, why would I do that?”

As they joked, you tried to stamp down that feeling in your chest. The stomach-turning dread. You suspected it was due to the high altitude.

“That’s one hell of a drop,” you called as the metal cable swayed above your heads. The rail overlooked a steep drop into a ravine, with sharp ledges jutting out from the mountain. “If anything goes wrong…”

The blond on your right shook his head. “Nothing’s gonna go wrong, (Y/N). We won’t let anything happen to each other.” On the other side of you, Bucky nodded.

“‘Till the end of the line, right?”

Jones piped up from behind you. “We were right. Dr. Zola’s on that train.”

A deep breath, an exhale of icy-cold mist that chilled your lungs and did nothing to abate the horrible worry gnawing at you.

“‘Till the end of the line.”

[suna-reversed]

Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal? 

“Do you think he smiled?” 

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either. 

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face. 

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine. 

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was. 

“I only stay with her because of my son” 

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough” 

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.  

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin. 

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord 

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come. 

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you. 

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams. 

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”. 

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it? 

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you. 

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words, 

“Fuck off” 

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly, 

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson. 

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. 

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. 

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth. 

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth. 

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon. 

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for. 

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth. 

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming. 

“C’mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare. 

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess. 

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off. 

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again. 

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?” 

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence. 

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour. 

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself. 

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question. 

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

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