#he gets the eye widening the twitchy smiles

[the-composer]

"I think I'm damned to be the Kiryu that cries for all the Kiryus that don't, and can't, and won't. What a cruel joke."

[servicpop]

kinktober week 2 — edging & public/voyeurism(?) subby cole ( cowboy oc ) x bttm ( "showgirl" ) m reader

ⓘ voyeurism because cole is naked & outside , hand job ( cole receiving ) , he gets a cold from it

It was a quiet evening in Cole's hometown with you and him sat thigh to thigh on his plush swing chair out on the porch of his house. The streets weren't busy beside the occasional herder dog chasing after a stray sheep — to which you and Cole got a good laugh at.

This was the grace period of your work, no shows scheduled for the week, no meetings, and you were contact free from your boss. So, you spent the first day of the week travelling from the city to the countryside where Cole lived, and he was ecstatic seeing you again. You remember so vividly what happened when you showed up in the town. All the townsfolk practically knew every bit about you from how much Cole would talk about you and show off the polaroids you'd send to him via letters.

Asking where Cole was wasn't difficult since people were quick to usher you to Cole, leading you to the stables where he was tending the horses. The moment he saw you his eyes widened as if seeing an angel and he stumbled over his own boots from how fast he was running to you. He swooped you up in his arms and lifted you up from the ground almost cartoonishly with the way he nuzzled his face into you. Cole also spun you around a few times which undoubtedly made you feel a bit dizzy.

"Whaddaya smilin' so hard for, sugar?" Cole giggled at you smiling like an idiot; the laughter just bubbled out his throat. He leans his face closer to yours, only an eyelash away as he interrogates your random smile.

"Just thinking," you hum, still grinning ear to ear with your arms tangled and coiled around his. Cole doesn't believe you for a second and you can see it in the way one of his eyebrows raise. He moves in to brush his cheek against yours, cuddling up to you as the porch swing rocked delicately.

Cole's skin is more bronzed than before, his cheeks were dusted with sunkissed freckles, and his eyelashes seemed to have grown a bit longer, but his dimples never changed. Those dents in the side of his cheek always seemed to appear when you were around him.

You can feel his hands wrap around your waist a little tighter and your ears start to pick up Cole's slightly laboured breathing. You were about to ask if he was alright before you see him move his felt cattleman hat over his lap. That quirks your eyebrow.

"What's this?" You ask him with a playful chuckle, brushing your fingertips along the fabric of the hat.

"Don't stare sweets, it's just my body actin' up," He murmurs behind your shoulder, shrinking into the darkness between your back and the chair, "I'm embarrassed."

You giggle at his reaction; Cole is too pure for his own good. Your fingers slide underneath his hat, resting your hand on his inner thigh. "You don't have to be all shy, you know I won't judge," you coo, rubbing the fabric of his denim jeans lightly, but Cole squirms at the ticklish sensation nonetheless. His hand darts out to grip your forearm with shaky fingers like he was debating if he should actually stop you or not.

"Honey, not here," his voice almost reaches that whiny tone when he gets desperate for something. Despite his words, Cole doesn't even seem to notice his own hand guiding yours closer to his crotch. Its like he acts subconsciously, like its programmed into his brain to let you touch him. He lets out a small sigh of defeat, his head dropping back to rest on your shoulder as his hands move to clutch the top of his hat.

"Just— Just a little," his voice cracks and he's stuttering but you know that's his way of giving you the greenlight. You find your way to his belt buckle, slowly undoing it incase he wanted to back out and stop. He doesn't, so you slip off the belt and pull the zipper down.

Cole is hard. You see it through his light gray boxers, he's twitching, begging for you to give it some attention.

The cool breeze of the afternoon air reminds you that you're outside on his porch, nothing blocking his body but his hat. You glance up at Cole's face and it seems his cheeks have gotten significantly more pink and his pearly whites are caught onto his chapped, equally pink lip. There's a glossy sheen over them from saliva and you know its because he's been licking his lips repeatedly — a habit you've realised he does when he's flustered or nervous.

"You okay?" You giggle softly, shooting him a genuine look before stretching the fabric of his waistband down to rest below his aching dick.

"Yup, mighty fine darlin'." He's lying, and you know because Cole has his fist to his mouth and he's biting down on his pale skin to try and control himself. In reality, he's leaking all over your palm already, and his pale pink tip is dyed an angry red now.

You first use the tips of your fingers to cage around the base of his cock, dragging it all the way up lightly until it reaches the head. Cole is already whining and whimpering into his fist from the ticklish feeling. You see the slight tremble in his thighs when you slide your thumb around and over the slit of his tip, smearing his pre-cum everywhere.

"Oh, hellfire," he barks out but its more of a puppy's bark. The phrase 'hellfire' is an unfamiliar term for a city boy like yourself, but you're smart enough to understand that it's an old-timey phrase for a swear word. It's cute with the way he's crumbling at your hands but still makes an effort not to use "big city curses," as he calls it.

You finally move your hand to wrap around Cole's girth, stroking at a slow pace at first before increasing the speed. Its a vulgar sound from the lack of lube but his copious amounts of pre makes up for it. You feel every single vein throb at the feeling of your palm rubbing against it, pulsing with need.

"Hah, you're too good at this," he praises through a clenched jaw and laboured breaths. It isn't long before Cole catches your rhythm, bucking his hips up to match your hands. The porch swing rocks slightly more as he's thrusting up into your hand, his hat long gone as he's now fully exposed to those who walk by.

His moans become a little more throaty and you can tell he's enjoying it with the way his legs squirm as if he's being restrained from moving. Cole's eyes are screwed shut and his eyebrows are knitted together but his mouth slightly gapes into an 'o' shape, shamlessly letting out groans and whimpers.

Your fast paced stroking starts to slow down, and Cole's eyes fling open. "Wh–what are you doing?" He fluttered his thick eyelashes, looking down at your hand slowly pumping his cock. You don't respond to him, slowly increasing the pace but never speeding it up enough to tip him over the edge.

"Sweetheart, please." You swear you see tears brimming his eyes as he tries to move his hips to your hand and it does succeed for a bit. He's seeing stars as your hand just glides along his dick, feeling up every place that he's sensitive at. Its not enough though, your hand is barely squeezing him and it feels like a half-assed attempt to jerk him off.

"Baby, please just— clench your hand harder, please," he pleads, cupping your hand with his but he's so gentle with you it doesn't do anything. He's so close, he's teetering off the edge of an orgasm but he's not there yet. It almost hurts with how bad he wants to cum but he can't. Your hand ghost's over his tip and his body jerks forward from the touch but you pull away again and that heat in his stomach dies again.

He lets out a shaky breath of relief when he feels your hand clamp around him once more. Cole shoots you a glare, squeezing your hand tighter as if he's ensuring that you don't pull away again and mumbles, "I don't trust you no more."

You giggle and shake your head apologetically, "Sorry, sorry, I won't do it again," you promise, and you even bring your free hand to palm the tip of Cole's dick. He's whimpering again the second one of your hands is rubbing his head and the other is pumping his length.

His head is strewn back, adams apple bobbing at each harsh swallow. Cole feels your breath fan his tip and his eyes fling open, his whole body tensing as he watches you press a kiss to his red cockhead.

He orgasms right then and there, accidentally splashing your face with his seed.

"Ah— sorry 'bout that... you okay?"

You lift your head and Cole's hand wipes the cum off your face, "Maybe I deserved that," you chuckle. The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon and the streetlamps were starting to flicker on. Cole's shoulders jerk as he sneezes.

"Might've caught a cold from bein' out here, naked, all because of you," he huffs dramatically, pulling up his boxers and his jeans. "You gon' nurse me to heal if I do?" He flashes his teeth in a toothy smile and he has that post-orgasmic glow to his face.

"Yeah, yeah I will."

[esthercore]

E-Whore (GN! Cam Boy/Girl Reader x HSR's Simps )

Veritas Ratio | Sunday | Blade | Jing Yuan (different scenarios for each men ♡)

Being a Trailblazer is amazing, but since it technically made you jobless, you needed some way to fund your shopping sprees when you visit new planets, so while some of your crewmates resort to farming calyx, you chose the easy way.

You had a hot body and you knew how to use it, making you an instant hit on the streaming site, moreover, as the site connected to servers in multiple galaxies, the chances of anyone you knew or will meet in real life knowing your side hustle are slim enough to never happen, right?

Wrong.

Now Jing Yuan, was shook when he first saw you in the Loufu, standing beside your crew as Welt talked to Miss Yukong, your arms wrapped around March's looking so innocent as if you are not the same cutie that helps him release his work stress most night.

He did his best not looking at you when he talked to the express crew, knowing he won't be able to help himself and will sink in those big pools of innocence who were gazing up at him with fascination and interest, looking so different and yet so same from your streams.

Out of everything, the poor general never expected to fanboying over a cam girl/boy. And it was already tough day for him, alright? Having to ignore his constantly ignore his horny thoughts, and his dick twitching whenever his mind drifted on you, knowing how close you were to him, how he can actually have a chance.

So the seconds man got some privacy, his hands were kneading on his crotch unprofessional he knows, but he was a man with needs and couldn't much than wait for the results once his plans were in action. So here he opening up the damned site, turning it on and looking at his favorite video, the first video of your he saw.

A neko cosplay.

He first heard of you when he overheard few young cloud knights simping over you, agitated when he hear them whispering about you than focus on their training. So that night he tried to see what all this fuss about.

The old man lazily opened the website searching your username, just out of curiosity and no intention to jerk off, only to be greeted by an clip of the cutest thing with cat ears on, and a cat tail but plug, sucking on a popsicle with your chest left bare, making him surprised by how sudden his cock stirred up, jerking of to clips of you, having the best session of his life, leaving him panting and twitchy, after splattering on his phone.

You were just so easy to get addicted to...

So in present when he heard your voice outside his office in the Seat of Divine Foresight, fingers fiddling with his stripper, it took him a good while to realize, he wasn't just daydreaming about your pretty voice but you were literally there, nocking on the door.

He hurriedly got himself together, throwing his phone on the table, and clothes fixed, o it isn't obvious what he was doing, greeting you with a charming smile.

Miss Fu Xuan has sent you to give him some documents, and he took it as an opportunity to invite you in, and talk to you, befriend you, just about anything. But then there was some commotion outside with two cloud knights bickering, so he reluctantly asked you to settle the documents on his desk and wait while he give the knights an earful.

Happily getting back, his heart racing at the thought to be in your presence, but then his smile dropped, as he entered back his office, seeing your face flushed red, as you try to hide you face by your hands, sitting all pretty on his seat, with the light of his phone lightly illuminating on you.

He was about to ask what's wrong, but shut his mouth, eyes widening as he realized:

Oh, he forgot to close his phone.

[kenzirr]

JJ had been keeping a secret from the Pogues for a while now. His girlfriend, Y/N, was someone he wanted to keep to himself for a bit longer, savoring the sweetness of their new relationship. But ever since he mentioned he was seeing someone, the Pogues had been relentless with their questions.

"What's her name, JJ?" Kie asked, elbowing him playfully.

"Yeah, come on, man! Spill the beans," Pope added, leaning in.

"Is she hot?" John B grinned, nudging JJ's arm.

JJ just smirked, shaking his head. "You'll see soon enough," he teased, leaving them hanging yet again.

This had been the routine for the past few weeks. Every time the Pogues gathered, the conversation inevitably turned to JJ's mysterious girlfriend. They were all dying to know more, but JJ was determined to keep Y/N a secret just a little longer.

One evening, they were all hanging out at the Chateau, sprawled out on the worn-out couches with beers in hand. The warm summer breeze wafted in through the open windows, carrying the sound of distant waves.

Kie leaned forward, her curiosity getting the best of her. "Come on, JJ, just give us a hint. What's she like?"

JJ took a swig of his beer, considering how much to reveal. "She's amazing. Smart, funny, beautiful... and she puts up with me, so she's got to be a fucking saint."

Pope chuckled. "She sounds too good to be true. How'd you manage to find someone like that?"

JJ shrugged, a fond smile playing on his lips. "Just got lucky, I guess."

John B raised an eyebrow. "Lucky, huh? You mean you didn't have to charm your way into her heart?"

JJ laughed. "Oh, there was plenty of charm involved, don’t worry about that."

Kie rolled her eyes, though she was smiling. "Alright, Mr. Charming, when do we get to meet this saintly girlfriend of yours?"

JJ hesitated. He wanted the Pogues to meet Y/N, but he also enjoyed the private bubble they had created. "Soon. I promise."

As the days passed, the questions didn't let up. JJ could tell the Pogues were getting more impatient, their curiosity piqued by his secrecy. He found himself looking forward to the moment when Y/N would finally meet them, knowing they would love her as much as he did.

One sunny afternoon, the Pogues decided to hit the beach, a favorite pastime of theirs. The sun was high in the sky, and the sand was warm beneath their feet as they set up their spot, spreading out towels and unloading coolers.

JJ was more distracted than usual, glancing at his phone every few minutes. The Pogues noticed, exchanging knowing looks.

"Expecting a call?" Pope asked, smirking.

"Or maybe a surprise visitor?" Kie added, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

JJ tried to play it cool, but his excitement was palpable. "Something like that."

John B stretched out on his towel, adjusting his sunglasses. "Well, whoever it is, they better show up soon. You’re starting to get twitchy."

JJ just chuckled, shaking his head. He knew he couldn't hide his anticipation much longer. They spent the next hour surfing, swimming, and lounging around, enjoying the perfect beach day. JJ kept his eyes peeled, waiting for Y/N to arrive.

As if on cue, Y/N appeared on the horizon, striding confidently across the sand with her friends. Her bikini hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her natural beauty. JJ's breath caught in his throat, his eyes locked on her as she approached.

"Yo, JJ, you alright?" John B called out, noticing his friend's sudden stillness.

JJ barely registered the question. He was too busy watching Y/N, a proud smile forming on his lips. She spotted him and gave a little wave, her smile radiant.

The Pogues followed JJ's gaze, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of Y/N. It didn't take long for them to put two and two together.

"No fucking way," Kie whispered, a grin spreading across her face. "That's her, isn't it?"

Pope chuckled, nudging JJ. "You sly dog."

John B just shook his head, laughing. "JJ, you never cease to surprise us."

Y/N reached them, her friends hanging back to give her a moment. She walked up to JJ, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hey, you," she greeted softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

JJ grinned, his hands resting on her hips. "Hey, beautiful."

The Pogues watched in awe, clearly impressed. Kie was the first to speak up. "Y/N, right? I'm Kie. These are Pope and John B."

Y/N smiled warmly at them. "Nice to finally meet you guys. JJ's told me a lot about you."

John B laughed. "Hopefully all good things."

"Mostly," Y/N teased, winking at JJ.

JJ rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Alright, alright. Enough gawking. Let's enjoy the beach."

As they settled back into their beach day, the Pogues couldn't help but steal glances at JJ and Y/N. It was clear to everyone just how smitten JJ was, and for the first time, the Pogues got a glimpse of the softer side of their friend.

The day continued with laughter, teasing, and the kind of fun only close friends could have. JJ and Y/N were inseparable, and the Pogues took every opportunity to tease them about it.

"So, how did you two meet?" Kie asked, curiosity evident in her voice as they all sat around a small bonfire later that evening.

Y/N glanced at JJ, a playful smile on her lips. "He actually saved me from a pretty bad situation," she said, looking at JJ with admiration.

JJ shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Pope leaned in, eager for details. "Come on, JJ, don’t be modest. We need the full story."

Y/N laughed. "Alright, I'll tell you. I was at this party, and some guy wouldn't leave me alone. JJ stepped in and got him to back off, by punching him…. but we started talking, and well, here we are."

John B nodded, impressed. "Classic JJ. Always the hero."

JJ rolled his eyes, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "It was no big deal."

Kie smirked. "Sounds like a big deal to me. You’ve got a knack for swooping in, huh?"

Y/N laughed, leaning into JJ. "I guess I’m lucky he did."

The conversation flowed easily, with Y/N fitting seamlessly into the group. They shared stories, jokes, and more than a few embarrassing tales about JJ, much to his dismay.

As the night wore on and the fire crackled softly, John B turned to JJ. "Man, you’ve been holding out on us. Y/N's cool."

JJ looked at Y/N, his expression softening. "Yeah, she is."

Y/N blushed, nudging him playfully. "You're not too bad yourself."

Kie sighed contentedly, watching the exchange. "I’m glad we finally got to meet you, Y/N. You make JJ really happy."

Y/N smiled warmly at her. "I’m glad to meet you guys too. JJ talks about you all the time. You’re like family to him."

Pope raised his drink in a toast. "To new friends and family."

They all raised their drinks. JJ had been hesitant to share Y/N with his friends, but seeing how well she fit in, he realized there was nothing to worry about. He had his girl, and his friends.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU pt 57

part 1 | part 56 | ao3

“I need a ride.”

Max is glaring at him over the counter with a skateboard tucked under her arm, no hello and no further explanation because why should he deserve one? Seriously, what is this? National Annoy Your Babysitter Day?

Steve leans over his side of the desk and rests his weight on his forearms, giving her an unimpressed look. "Did Dustin put you up to this?"

"To... needing a ride?" she asks him like he's stupid. God. All these kids are little assholes.

"Uh, yeah to needing a ride." He straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest and resting a hip against the counter. "How do I know this isn't some convenient little-" he snaps his fingers for the word "-little scheme you shitheads cooked up to get me to sub in for Hellfire?"

"Steve," she says with feeling. Tucks her chin and holds his gaze. "Do I look like a dork to you?"

And, like, he can’t not take the opportunity, right? She handed it to him on a platter. He scans his eyes over her face, playing it up and humming to himself like he's just really not sure, like he needs another minute to think hard about the question.

"Oh, screw you!" She flips him the bird, but he can tell she's trying not to smile because he’s doing the same thing. Can feel himself caving already like a total softie. Something about these kids, man.

"Okay," he says; feels his face doing something tender and vaguely pathetic. He can't have her thinking he's gone too soft, though — that's how he ends up with another 'unlicensed teen driving his car while he's concussed' situation on his hands — so he pushes off the counter, widening his stance and pointing at her. "I’ll give you a ride, but you can't touch my radio.”

"Fine."

"And I'm dropping you off by 5:30."

That one, she protests. "Five-thirty?”

"Five-three-oh. I have a date tonight."

"Ew."

Wow. The goddamn entitlement. Like he isn’t doing her a huge favor right now. "So what I'm hearing is that you don't want that ride after all."

"I didn't say that," she says in a low rush.

"Mhmm." He glances down at the clock. "My shift's up in ten minutes. You can hang out in here while I finish up if you don't make a mess."

"Oh, if I don't make a mess?" she mocks. "Wow. So generous."

"Thank you," he answers. He goes back to working, keeping an eye on her browsing the aisles while he runs through his end-of-shift tasks — wipes down his work space, pulls his drawer. She seems bothered. On edge. Every time he glances over she's either tapping her foot or chewing her lip or throwing tense looks over her shoulder like someone's watching. If Steve didn't know her he'd think she was psyching herself up to shoplift.

But Steve does know her; knows all the crazy, horrifying shit that she's seen.

The twitchy way she's moving is starting to give him goosebumps.

When he goes to the back to clock out, to put his stuff up and say hey to Keith, she follows him. Hesitantly calling his name down the hall, a nervous quiver in her voice.

"Steve," she says, poking her head around the office door. Quiet. Urgent. Her face so suddenly pale that she looks carsick.

Keith wipes grease on a stack of reports and says, "Hey, you can't be back here," through a mouthful of chips.

Max ignores him. "Steve, I need to go."

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, one second, just gotta—"

"—No, now."

Steve turns and starts counting his drawer as fast as he can. The numbers jumble in his head. He curses under his breath and starts again. Twenty, forty, sixty, seventy—

"Steve!"

"Okay, Jesus, I'm hurrying!"

Eighty, eighty-five, ninety, ninety-one, two, three—

Max snatches his keyring off of his vest.

“Hey! What the- Max!” he shouts as he chases after her.

She’s already tugging open the driver’s side door by the time he catches up. Got a headstart while he was begging Keith not to fire him for running out without finishing his count.

"What the hell?" he demands, wrapping a hand around the fist she’s holding his stolen keys in.

She glares at him over the car door. “I’ve driven it before.”

“Yeah, and you didn’t have my permission then, either, you little shit.” Steve pries her hand open and takes back the keys. Frowns at her as she sneers right back.

Fucking stalemate with a fourteen year old girl, that’s what Steve Harrington’s life has turned into.

But under the bravado he can see that she's afraid, that something's seriously spooked her, and he needs to know what it is.

“…..Go around,” he sighs and slides into the car.

—

part 58

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[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

All that’s Gold 

A.N: Ahh, Lantern Rite is here!! I hope you are having fun with it, I know I am!

That time of year when we get to think about Liyue Fam and more importantly Zhongli!! I wanted to write more for my 1st Husband so I finally managed to finish this draft that has been ages in the making!

I hope you enjoy this Zhongli x Reader!! 

P.S: An awesome Zhongli x Reader blog : @dragon-ascent

Just Sayin.

Genshin Impact MasterList

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There were many words you could use to describe Zhongli; twitchy was not one of them. 

But that was exactly what he had been like in the last couple of days: 

Twitchy. 

When you asked him what was wrong, he would suddenly refocus on you with a smile as he raised his hand to cup your cheek, “There is nothing wrong, my love. Do not mind me.” 

You admitted the first couple of times, you got sidetracked by Zhongli’s blinding smile. It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen it before, but each time it stole your breath away. And you suspected that since you were still considered newlyweds, may have had something to do with it. Most days, when you woke up, you expect to have Zhongli as your husband, to be only a dream.  But when you turned over, and saw him, you knew it was no dream. 

However, the small window of protection that was his smile that Zhongli had was quickly fading for you. You were determined to figure out why this man was so….twitchy. 

So you waited patiently until night fell and you were both tucked in bed. 

Zhongli laid on his back and barely closed his eyes when he felt your weight drap on top of him. He gave a small smile as he cracked open his eyes, wrapping his arms around you. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “Goodnight, my little wife.” 

Thinking that was the end, he shut his eyes intending to fall asleep. 

“Yeah, no. That’s not happening until we get to the bottom of this.” 

He opened his eyes then, “Bottom….of what?” 

You admonished, “Zhongli you aren’t stupid so please don’t pretend to be. It’s unbecoming for a man of your stature.” 

You watched amber eyes slowly slide away from yours as silence stretched for a long while.  If that didn’t prove that something was on his mind nothing did. If he knew he wasn’t hiding something he would have no reason to look away from you like that. You laid your head on his chest as you felt his hands absently rub up and down your body. 

You were willing to wait. 

Although after a while, you worked up the courage to ask softly, “Zhongli….have I done something that upsetted you?” 

It had niggled in your brain as this started. You weren’t the type to get bent out of shape over nothing and wanted to have the facts before you decided if it warranted such a response. However with your marriage being so new, there was a sliver of insecurity that lingered. 

No matter how hard you tried to suppress it. 

His eyes widened as he turned back to you, tilting your head so that you could look at him. His amber eyes were earnest as he responded, “No, of course not! You’ve done nothing to upset me. Quite the opposite really. Every day has been a joy to me. That you would choose this old ex-archon as your husband, I am honored anew everyday.” 

You tucked yourself deeper into your chest as a small smile formed on your lips. He always had a way with words. You felt Zhongli trying to get you to raise your head up once more. 

Only when your eyes met his did he speak,  “You have never done anything that displeased me, Y/N.” 

“Then…what is the problem?” You asked softly, “And please don’t deflect…”  

Once again Zhongli’s eyes slid away from yours. Then his eyes darted to yours quickly before turning away even as his head did not turn back to you. 

Something clicked, “Wait, is this you being embarrassed?” There was a sense of awe in your voice. You had never seen Zhongli like this. 

“What exactly do I have to be embarrassed about?” Zhongli muttered, still not looking at you. Once again his eyes quickly darted to your face and away. 

Was that a light sheen of red, dusting his face? 

You sat up a little taller and peered at him closer, as you giggled, “Dunno, you tell me!” 

After a moment, Zhongli finally turned back to you, “It’s just….old habits. Ones I thought I had lost after descending into mortal form but it seems that isn’t necessarily true.” 

You bobbed your head and asked after another lull, “Old habits? Such as?” 

“.....” 

“Zhongli, this is me, your wife. You don’t have to be afraid to tell me whatever it is. You know that I am willing to help you. I love you.” 

“I know this yet still I hesitate.” 

“What exactly do you think I’m going to do?” 

“You would probably find it….distasteful.” 

You raised an eyebrow. Now, you really wanted to know. That Zhongli was worried about such a thing, exactly how bad was this thing? 

Although you knew you looked troubled and wary you still prompted, “Tell me anyway. It’s going nowhere, how you’ve been dodging me as of late.” 

“Very….. well….” 

You watched as Zhongli seemed to summon his last visage to continue speaking, “As the Geo Archon, I was in fact…part dragon.” 

“Okay….” you prompted again, when he paused longer than necessary. 

His hands continued to rub at you as he spoke, “But since descending into mortal form, I thought I had lost that….ability. Which to a great extent I had but it seems I still have the instinct of a dragon.” 

“....And….” This was pulling teeth you realized but at least you were getting somewhere. 

“The instinct of a dragon about its mate.” 

Zhongli looked at you then and you stared at him, blankly. You knew he was looking at you like you were supposed to suddenly get it but you did not. 

You kept your voice light, not wanting to ruin the moment, “Okay….. I’m sorry. I’m not sure where we are going here…” 

“No, I suppose not…..” Silence lulled before Zhongli continued, “Dragons tend to want to hoard treasure. A mate is a type of treasure…..” 

“Right!!” You said that as if you knew what was going on. 

You did not. 

Zhongli realized this. Perhaps it was past time to stop beating around the brush. He gave a small sigh, “My dragonic instincts about my mate, makes me want to hoard her; hoard you. I really want to take you away from others for a while and….” 

“Oh, okay! Like a vacation?” You spoke after Zhongli had trailed off, “That doesn’t sound bad. Not distasteful in the slightest.” 

Zhongli really wanted to slap a hand to his head. He was good at words and now that ability seemed to be escaping him. 

You saw the long-suffering look and asked, “No? Something else?” 

You were beginning to think, you were the stupid one in this. 

“It is not you.” Zhongli said as you slowly lowered your chin to his chest, “It is me. It seems I’m having a hard time finding words for this particular scenario. It’s frustrating to say the least.” 

“I take it this old habit happened before now?” 

“Hm,not quite like this. This is the first time it’s been so….demanding. This instinct seemed to awaken when we were engaged.” 

You were completely and officially lost. You didn’t want to make this harder than necessary but you really couldn’t see where this was leading to. But then suddenly you found yourself on your back, Zhongli pressing his lips on yours, quite hard. 

After the shock wore off, you gave a moan, wrapping your arms around him. He had never been quite this aggressive before. His hand cupped your face, holding you where he wanted. Only when you both needed to breathe did he pull back, dropping a kiss on your neck right over your pulse, releasing your face. 

You gave a small gasp even as something he said niggled your brain, “Zhongli, you said it awakened when we were engaged. Why am I just now finding out about it?” 

Here a wolfish grin crept onto Zhongli’s face as he peered at you, “Y/N, such was not the time to engage in such….hmm...how did you say, R-rated affairs. You’ve always wanted to keep it PG-13 until we were married.” 

You couldn’t keep Zhongli’s gaze and turned away, eyes wide, making the ex-archon laugh. Ahh, perhaps this was beginning to make a little more sense even if the finer details eluded you. 

When you found your voice you spoke, gaze still turned away from him, “Well, the rating has since gone up, so what is the problem exactly?” 

“This is true but a dragon’s instinct for his mate can be quite…demanding. I did not wish to frighten you with them.” 

You turned to him with a glare, “So suffering in silence is better? I am willing to give you whatever you want, Zhongli. Surely you know that.” 

Zhongli gave a soft smile then, “You have given me so much already. I wouldn’t demand more of you.” Then he frowned, “....Especially, when you know not what it entails…” 

“Then tell me…” You challenged your eyes, flashing.

As Zhongli held himself over you, you watched his eyes turning to liquid gold, but where there was usually tenderness, this time, you saw something else. Liquid gold held a hard tint, yet could burn as fire, as he gazed down at you. His body had gone still, as if he became a statue. You couldn’t even feel him breathing then. Your thoughts turned as you gazed up at him. 

You shivered. Yet it wasn’t fear, that you felt, you knew that much. 

Then he moved, slowly bringing his hand to cup your chin. You instinctively leaned into his touch, even as your eyes never left his. 

Couldn’t leave his. 

Then his thumb came to rest upon your lips, running back and forth. Softly at first but then you felt a bit more pressure making your lips part. You felt your breath hitched at such an intimate gesture. 

“....Irrational thoughts have been pouring into my mind lately. Ones where I take you away from here, deep into the mountains. I don’t want anyone to lay eyes on you, to entertain your presence, to share even the same oxygen you breathe. Except for me. Only me.” 

You felt a shiver down your spine once more, his voice deepening. Yet, his gaze was unwavering as he gazed down at you, his words measured. 

“You are a treasure I don’t want to share with anyone else. It should be mine and mine alone. Mine to indulge with as I see fit. But I don’t want you to fear this, Y/N. I only wish to love you at my highest capability. To treat you as gold.” 

“Ahhh…” He drawled, “That is incorrect on my part. Even a mountain of Mora would pale in comparison to a night with you. Even then I know  a night with you would never be enough. No matter how much I would touch you or kiss you, my greed would want more, demand more. A lifetime of nights, and it would still not not sate me even into eternity. Such is bottomless greed. I’m well aware of this fact and yet still, I would wish to take you away for a while and love you until we are breathless at the wonder of it all.”

You had no words, even as silence lingered. You could only stare helplessly at him. Then he blinked and his eyes seemed to turn back into those amber eyes filled with tenderness. 

He moved his hand away, “Forgive me. It seems that I…” 

You surged forward, even as you yanked him down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. He was surprised, steading himself with his hands on either side of you, but returned the kiss to match your fervor. 

Then you pulled away, leaving a scant breath between you, “You have such a way with words, my husband. So smart, yet so stupid.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows even as he didn’t turn his gaze from you. 

“That I would fear such a union. It’s stupid. I’m your wife.” You breathed. 

Zhongli worked to find his voice, “It’s…far too much, especially for a mortal. I know well what happens with excess. I will not destroy this beautiful thing with a wanton display.” 

“You’d take care of me. Even during then, you’d take care of me. You wouldn’t let yourself get to such a place where you would destroy the beauty we have. You need to trust yourself more.”

Amber eyes gazed deeply into yours. You could see him thinking. You could also see the surprise at your words. Your conviction. 

And you had meant every one. 

You knew and trusted Zhongli.  You knew that he could love you so fiercely so as not to destroy you in the process. He was always seeing to your needs. Emotionally or physically. So why did he think you wouldn’t see to his? 

You were right all along. This was not a needed drama in your head. 

Then Zhongli smiled, “Ahh, my love, I believe I have fallen even more in love with you, right now.” 

You giggled, “Oh?” 

“Hm, I have learned much today. Thank you for your teaching.” 

You laughed then, wrapping your arms around him. Comfortable silence drifted as he laid your head on your bosom, sighing contently. He was always warm but at that moment, he seemed warmer than usual. You ran a hand absently up and down his back. He felt him shift, muscles rippling once. 

You squirmed once beneath him then breathed, “Zhongli…” 

“No, not tonight.” Zhongli whispered, lifting himself onto his hands to gaze down at you, “I don’t trust myself right now and….I have something planned. Do you trust me?” 

You nodded even as you reached up to cup his face but he used a hand to intercept, grasping yours in his. Then he smiled once, “I’m glad to know it. You won’t have to wait too much longer. I promise. Just not right now, hm?” 

You didn’t trust your voice but gave a nod, letting your hand go limp. When he let it go, you let it drop besides your head. You didn’t trust yourself either now. He felt it wise that this position would not help matters so he climbed off you, to lay down besides you. Immediately you curled up at his side, but was hesitant after you did so. With a reassuring smile, he wrapped an arm around you, making you relax and sigh. 

Then after a time, you managed to drift asleep. 

In the weeks that followed, you did not know what Zhongli was planning. Only that he asked you to make sure you could get some time off mindful of the responsibilities you both had. Since that night, you realize that Zhongli was less twitchy but in its place, he became more touchy. It was like the shield came down. You shivered at times to catch his eyes, that became dark with promise. But despite the touches, he would only let it go so far. You’d only pout but you did trust him, so you didn’t dare push. You would wait for him and let him make the first move.  

Ah, now you were seeing where he was going with this. 

When this man said he wanted to take you to a mountain, he was serious. There was a beautiful cavern that he had somehow got set up along with beautiful robes that he had made specifically for both of you. You felt as if you were a bride anew as you got dressed. 

But when you saw Zhongli again, dressed in his own robe, your breath caught. His hair was let free to sway in the breeze, his gloves were absent allowing you to see the golden veins that ran through his black arms, disappearing into the sleeves of his rich earthen robes. They were open at the chest, clearly teasing you. And upon his head, were a set of magnificent yellow-orange horns. 

Zhongli turned to you as you stopped just staring at him. His amber eyes, seemed a shade darker, were still kind as summer as he smiled at you, “Are you afraid, my dear?” 

It took you a moment to find your voice,“.....What would I have to fear?”

You watched as he walked towards you with measured steps before stopping before you. Then he was tilting your head so that you were looking up at him. His hands were warm and you realized that he had developed claws. Did he get a bit taller as well? Or was it his imposing and majestic aura? 

“Y/N, you will tell me if you ever feel fear in these coming days. If you don’t like something, if it goes too far, you will tell me. Promise me.” 

You gazed up at him, “I promise.” 

Zhongli smiled warmly, “Y/N, my wife. I would tell you that I love you, but those seem such shallow words. No, you deserve more than what mere words can give. Much more…” 

“O-oh?” 

He was leaning down, his lips hovering above yours, “Hm. Much more. Three days is not nearly enough to show my love but it will have to suffice. But show it, I will….” 

You couldn’t help but to reach up and rest your hands on his chest. They trembled but you didn’t dare make the first move. Your words were breathless mixed with a slight plea, “Then, show me, my husband.” 

Zhongli’s lips quirked once, before he slowly captured yours….. 

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A.N: Zhongli Fanart that is Reference for what he's wearing

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Hi! I was wondering if u write fic requests on minor characters? Holm from Dungeon Meshi is my fave character and it's saddening that there are only a few contents about him T^T (tho its understandable since he's, well, a minor character)

If it's okay w you, I wanna request a Holm x reader scenario where Holm introduces reader to his party as his partner, and everyone is suprised because they didn't expect a laid-back guy like him to be in a serious relationship with someone!

aaaa sorry if it's a bit short and bland I just want some fluffy imagines with the cute lil gnome ;-;

as long as i feel confident enough in my characterization of a character i'm more than happy to tackle minor characters!

holm is a lil cutie patootie so i get it anon

586 words / warnings - not super proofread ~~~

“Congratulations, big guy!” Mickbell claps Holm on the back, earning a startled flinch from the gnome.

“Thank you…” Holm sighs, choosing to ignore the rough jostling, “So as I saying, I finally bought a house. I’d really appreciate it if you all could come to dinner to celebrate.”

Daya scratches the back of her neck, lips pursing thoughtfully, “Can I bring my fiance?”

“Sure! It’ll be a great time for you all to finally meet my spouse as well.”

Kabru is first to respond, a despondent, broken, “wh-what…?” croaking out.

“You’re married?” Rin mutters, covering her twitchy mouth with a gloved hand and brows furrowing. If none of them knew her, they might think she was disgusted by the information.

Holm nods, “I never found the right time to bring it up, but now is perfect!”

“Married…” Kabru’s horrified, he had zero idea Holm was a taken man -- and he’d been meeting with the gnome’s sister often! Did she have no clue either? They weren’t the closest siblings, after all…

“See you all for dinner then?” Holm bypasses the man’s internal struggle completely.

Rin, still with elation masked as indignation, nods rapidly, “We’ll be there!”

… 

“Married,” Kabru’s still pouting by the time he and Rin arrive at Holm’s new residence, “And I had no clue…”

“He hardly minds,” Rin rolls her eyes, a kinder lilt overtaking her tone, “Besides, nobody else knew.”

Sighing wistfully, Kabru doesn’t expect her to understand, only continuing to mope.

“You’re probably the only one who brought a gift, so at least take that as a win,” Rin grumbles, annoyed by his angst, and knocks on the door.

Holm is not who greets them at the door, but rather a total stranger who already knows their names, “You must be Rin and Kabru! Welcome in, I’m glad you both could make it!”

Kabru’s terror only increases at the realization you know him by description, and he cannot even guess as to what your name is.

“I should die…” he whispers.

“Huh?” your eyes widen.

“Kabru! Rin!” Holm saddles up beside you, a hand finding the base of your spine while the other outstretches to accept his leader’s cradled gift, “You didn’t have to bring anything!”

“I would’ve felt terrible,” Kabru shakes his head, smile soft yet disarming.

You take it that you must’ve just misheard the nice man, then…

“You know,” Mickbell calls from where he’s lounging in Kuro’s lap on your couch, “I never would’ve taken you as the type for a serious relationship.”

Daya has half a mind to whack the man, and she probably would have if her own fiance hadn’t barked a laugh in approval. Instead, she swats him in the chest with a quiet grumble to be nice.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” if it weren’t for his gentle face, one could take the question as offended.

“You’re too laid-back…” Kuro huffs agreement to Mickbell’s point, “I would’ve thought a married man is more intense.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true,” Holm thankfully takes the jab with humor, “I’m seventy-six, not forty.”

“Imagine if you were?” you laugh.

“Nightmare, I’d be about you,” Holm chuckles.

“Oh, but it’d be flattering!”

“I was too immature.”

Mickbell scoffs, “Stupid long-living gnome and his stupid happy marriage.”

This time, Daya does smack the half-foot.

Meanwhile, Kabru is viciously examining yours and Holm’s body language and Rin is trying to psychically tell him to be normal.

“Your party’s very interesting…” you murmur to your husband.

“They’re just excited to be here.”

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Promise Me

For @midnight-moth who requested Terzo x Omega and a kiss "as a promise" from this list.

Terzo x Omega

~ As their bus heads to the final stop of the tour Omega finds himself comforting a Terzo who is scared of what the future holds... ~

Warnings: references to what happens on stage at the end Terzo's final performance so, you know, ANGST but otherwise it's sfw, 1k words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

His Papa was nervous.

Omega didn’t even need his quintessence to know that.  While Papa had never been good at sitting still the past few days he had been extra fidgety.  Constantly adjusting his gloves and his robes, fixing his hair, tapping his fingers against any nearby surface…twitchy is what Alpha had said.  Omega agreed with him that there was definitely something going on with their Papa and as the tour got closer and closer to ending it only seemed to get worse.

Now he just seemed scared.

“Papa?”  Omega winced when the man flinched.  He hadn’t meant to startle him but he didn’t want to wake up the others on the tour bus so he had crept up on the man while he sat in the lounge area.  “Is everything alright?”

“Sì, sì.  All is fine, tesoro.”

The endearment he used for Omega never failed to make his heart flutter in his chest.  He moved closer to the plush chair Papa was sitting in, hesitating for only a moment before dropping to his knees.  When he covered the man’s own knees with his large hands Papa was quick to put his over Omega’s.  He wasn’t wearing his gloves, in fact he wasn’t wearing much of anything.  Just a silky pair of sleep pants that felt nice and cool against Omega’s rough skin.

“Couldn’t sleep?”  His question earned him just a brief shake of Papa’s head, nothing more.  “Is there anything I can do to help, Papa?”

“Terzo.”  The man squeezed Omega’s hands hard as he spoke and the ghoul’s eyes shot up to meet the mismatched gaze he had grown to love.  There was an unreadable look on his Papa’s face and Omega couldn’t help but lean closer.  “When it’s just us, I am Terzo.  Okay?”

“Okie dokie.”  

Using Papa’s, no Terzo’s, familiar phrase earned him a smile and absolutely nothing could stop Omega from leaning in and covering those lips with his own.  Terzo’s mouth tasted like tea and the throat lozenges he popped like candy in between performances and Omega couldn’t help but push his tongue in deeper, chasing the taste as much as he could.  He pushed in closer, Terzo’s legs widening to allow him room.  While Terzo moved his hands to Omega’s shoulders, quickly slipping them around his neck, Omega kept one on his knee, the other sliding up Terzo’s leg until he could rest it on the man’s soft side.

Terzo broke away from the kiss with a gasp, resting his forehead against Omega’s and taking deep lungfuls of air.  His fingers had found their way into the ghoul’s hair, his nails scratching lightly at his scalp underneath the thick white strands that covered his head.  Omega began to run his own nails carefully from the man’s side to his belly, playing with the dark hair that covered him.  He couldn’t help but move it higher, up and up until he could scrape a claw gently over a nipple.  Omega would have kept going, had planned on continuing until the nipple was hard and swollen from his work, but with a whimper Terzo pulled one of his hands out of the ghoul’s hair and abruptly covered his, making it so his palm was pressed flat right over the erratic beating of Terzo’s heart.

“Terzo?  What’s wr–”

“Tell me.  Per favore, tell me.”

Omega shook his head slightly for a moment, unsure what Terzo meant.  Tell him what?  When Terzo’s heart seemed to beat even faster he wrapped his arm around the man’s waist, tugging him even closer to try and comfort him.

“I’ll tell you anything, anything you want to hear.”  He pressed a gentle kiss to Terzo’s swollen lips before pulling away and whispering a quiet phrase in Ghoulish against them.  His Papa had heard it enough by now that all the tension seemed to leave the man’s body at once and he practically melted against Omega.  Still, it was worth repeating in English and any other language the ghoul could learn.  “I love you.”

“No matter what?”

“Terzo, I don–...did something happen?”  The man in his arms shook his head but Omega could practically taste the fear that was coming off of him in waves.  “Whatever happened I’m here, I’m not leaving.”

“Promise me.”  Terzo pulled away enough so they could look into each other’s eyes.  “Promise me that you will love me no matter what.  That you will stay with me no matter what.”

Omega brought both his hands up to cup Terzo’s face, stroking his thumbs across the man’s cheeks and brushing the tears that had started to fall.  He leaned close so their foreheads were resting against each other again.

“I promise, with everything that I am, that I will never stop loving you.  That I will never leave you.”  

He sealed his promise with a kiss, trying to pour all of his emotions into it.  Terzo kissed him back fiercely in return, clinging to Omega like he was the only thing anchoring him to this world.  Neither one of them let up and right when Omega was about to stand and drag Terzo back to the small bed they shared on the bus the man pulled away, his eyes still shining with emotion.

“I promise you the same.”  Omega smiled at Terzo’s words, leaning in to press a quick kiss on the tip of his nose before pulling away.  “They’d have to drag me away from you kicking and screaming.”

His choice of words gave Omega an uneasy feeling but he quickly shook it off.  All he wanted to do at this moment was get Terzo in bed and hold him close.  They both needed their rest before they reached their last stop.  One more performance before the tour was finally over and they could go home.  He took Terzo’s hands in his and stood up, gently tugging the man to his feet as well.  His lover still looked scared and Omega made a mental note to ask him in the morning what had brought this conversation on.  For now he settled for pulling him close and leaning in so he could whisper another reassurance into his ear.

“I’d like to see them try.”

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I’m actually a bit obsessed with the idea of shy Lando since I watched that CSD episode with him. Like maybe a girl sees him and Max Fewtrell somewhere and she comes up to them but is like „omg are THE max fewtrell? Can I get an autograph?” And it’s like half serious half for a joke and then she looks at Lando that’s staring at her and jokes about giving him an autograph but that she doubts it’ll be worth anything on eBay. And long story short maybe she actually does give him an autograph with her name and number and somehow it all starts. They go on a date, she’s super open, plays into his sense of humour, asks questions that are actually interesting and he’s a stumbling mumbling mess. He can barely form a sentence and ask sth back and after he apologises but she just tells him it’s cute so when is the next date?

shy lando is so cute. i love the idea of him fumbling to flirt with a pretty girl and she asks for his number or gives him hers. she’d make it her mission to make him nervous, there’s something about the effect she has on him and the way he reacts to her. like, he picks her up for their first date and she puts her hand on his thigh while he’s driving and his palms are fucking sweating.

she can see his hands tighten on the steering wheel and she notices the veins on his arms, revealed by the rolled up sleeves of his button up, and admires him the entire drive to the restaurant. for a moment he thinks there’s something on his face and he’s subtly checking hid reflection in the rearview mirror bc why is she staring? but there’s nothing, he wants to tease her for staring but if she compliments him he might not be able to speak for the rest of the night. just the idea of her saying she’s checking him out has him blushing.

he forgets about his sweaty hands until she wants to hold hands when they walk into the restaurant, he feels hers bump his and he has to wipe it on his palm before clasping hers in his. she can still feel how clammy they are and she’s biting her lip trying not to smile over it.

when they’re making small talk over dinner, she’d bite her lip or bat her lashes at him while nodding along to whatever he’s saying. every little thing she does makes him fumble his words. he’d apologize every time, “sorry, i mean, it’s like-”. his eyes are widening and he’s got a bit of a blush. when she teases him, he gets a twitchy smile before stuttering through a comeback. he thinks he must be annoying her until he’s dropping her off and she leans over and kisses his cheek and says, “we should do this again, cutie.”

he can’t help the grin that takes over as he replies, “yeah.” and he planned on saying more but it came out a higher pitch than he wanted and he was scared the rest would too. she’s out of the car anyways and once he sees her building door close, he's banging his head on the steering wheel, wondering why he's such a fool in front of her and why she likes it

[tedwardremus]

Do you think Harry would be friends with Ron if his parents were alive, or if Ron had more confidence in himself do you think he would've offered a seat to Harry?

The steam from the scarlet engine filled the platform, swirling around in thick clouds as children ran to find friends, hugging each other and chattering excitedly.

"Now, remember, Harry." His dad placed a firm hand on Harry's shoulder. "You’re going to have a fantastic time at Hogwarts."

"Of course," Harry said, craning his neck over the crowd in search of Neville.

"And remember, you can call Mum and me on the mirror anytime—"

"Yeah, yeah, you’ve told me," Harry said, smiling but still scanning the platform.

"And—"

"James," Mum interrupted, "just hug him goodbye. He’s not listening to a thing you’re saying."

Dad sighed but grinned, pulling Harry in close. "Alright, come on. Have the best time, Harry. I love you."

Harry hugged his dad tightly before his mum pulled him in, brushing a kiss on his cheek and ruffling his hair. "Write to us after the feast tonight, alright, love?"

"I will! I’ll write from my new bed in Gryffindor." Harry beamed, thrilled to be joining his parents' and family's house.

"Whatever house you’re sorted into, we’ll be proud," Mum said, smiling. "We love you so much."

"Thanks, Mum! Bye, Dad!" Harry called as he dashed away, pushing his trolley and waving back one last time. 

Harry hurried off across the platform, weaving through clusters of excited families and dodging younger children as he pushed his trolley. His trunk wobbled slightly with each bump on the ground, and Hedwig, his new snowy owl, hooted softly in her cage atop the stack. He couldn’t help grinning. This was it—the start of everything he’d heard about for as long as he could remember.

He scanned the bustling platform, searching for a familiar face. Neville had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, practically family. Their parents had worked together during the war against Voldemort, and Harry and Neville, born only a day apart, had been in each other’s lives ever since. The two of them shared almost everything: the same birthday celebrations, countless sleepovers, and even a healthy collection of scrapes and bruises from their childhood adventures.

“Neville!” Harry shouted, finally spotting him near a pillar, his round face and sandy hair a welcome sight in the crowd. “Come on, let’s get on the train!”

Neville turned, his face breaking into a smile as he raised a hand in greeting. “Yeah, alright—I guess it’s time,” he replied, glancing quickly over his shoulder. His grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, stood nearby, her sharp gaze tracking her grandson’s every movement.

Harry suppressed a smile. Neville always seemed a bit more anxious when his Gran was around, and today was no different. Augusta Longbottom’s vulture hat loomed high above the rest of the crowd, her posture straight and stern as she watched Neville with her usual piercing look of appraisal. Harry knew Neville loved his Gran, but he could also tell he was relieved to be heading off on his own at last.

The two boys lugged their trunks onto the train, sidestepping older students and chattering as they made their way through the narrow aisle. Most of the compartments were already filled, students laughing and waving through the windows or hanging out of the compartments to say final goodbyes. At last, they reached the very end of the train and found a nearly empty compartment with only one boy sitting inside.

The boy looked about their age, with a lanky build and bright red hair, freckles standing out on his pale face. A small, twitchy rat sat on his shoulder, sniffing the air nervously as the boys entered.

“Hi,” Harry said, sliding the door open. “Do you mind if we sit here?”

The red-haired boy looked up, his eyes widening as he took them in. “Yeah—I mean, no, yeah, you can sit here,” he stammered, smiling in relief.

“Great!” Harry said, hoisting his trunk into the compartment with Neville following close behind. “I’m Harry, and this is Neville.”

“I’m Ron.” The boy gave a small, shy smile as he pushed his rat gently back onto his lap, where it curled up sleepily.

“You a first year too?” Harry asked, settling into the seat.

Ron nodded. “Yeah. All my brothers have gone to Hogwarts."

"What house are they in?" Harry asked

"Gryffindor’s the best house, if you’re wondering.”

"My whole family has been in Gryffindor."

“Same with my family!” Harry said excitedly. “And Neville’s too! Well, his parents were in Gryffindor, anyway.”

Ron’s eyes lit up. “Really? Maybe we’ll all get in the same house!”

Neville smiled hesitantly, looking between the two of them as if considering the possibility. “Gryffindor sounds alright, I think.”

The three boys quickly fell into an eager conversation, sharing bits of family lore and snippets they’d overheard from older siblings or family members about Hogwarts. Ron’s older brothers had apparently told him all sorts of wild stories about the Sorting Ceremony, and he was more than happy to share.

“My brother Fred says they make you fight a troll if they’re not sure where to put you,” Ron said, his voice hushed as though it were a dark secret.

Neville paled instantly. “Fight a troll?”

Harry shook his head, laughing. “That can’t be right. My godfather said something about tea leaves.”

“Gran says Divination is rubbish,” Neville muttered, looking slightly more at ease.

But before they could get much further, the compartment door slid open again. This time, a blond boy with a sharp face and cold gray eyes stood in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over each of them with a look of mild disdain.

“And what do we have here?” he sneered, his eyes settling on Ron’s worn robes and secondhand trunk. “Red hair and hand-me-down robes? You must be a Weasley.”

Ron’s face turned red, and he looked down at his lap, clearly stung. Harry felt his stomach tighten with irritation.

“Can we help you?” he asked, his voice sharp.

The boy shrugged, giving a thin smile. “I was just told there was some famous kid on the train, but it’s clear that’s not true. Just thought I’d give you a bit of advice—if you want to be with the right sort of people at Hogwarts, you’d best stay away from Weasleys.”

Harry’s temper flared. He knew his dad would probably tell him to stay calm, but he couldn’t resist. “I don’t know who raised you,” he said evenly, “but where I come from, the right sort of people are the ones who don’t go around embarrassing and bullying others just because they can.”

He drew his wand, the brand-new holly wand his dad had given him that morning, and pointed it firmly at the boy. Recalling one of the only spells his dad had actually let him try, he flicked his wand, and the boy’s smug expression quickly twisted into shock as angry red boils began to sprout across his face. With a howl of indignation, he clapped his hands to his cheeks and stumbled backward out of the compartment, disappearing down the hall.

Neville let out a peal of laughter, clutching his sides, and even Ron managed a small grin, looking at Harry with awe.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Ron muttered, though he looked secretly pleased.

“Nonsense. He was rude and deserved it.” Harry grinned, already reaching into his trunk. “You hungry, mate? My mum packed enough for ten people.”

Ron’s face brightened, and soon the three boys were sharing sandwiches, laughing, and dreaming of their years ahead at Hogwarts. As the train carried them closer, they talked of the magic they hoped to learn, the hexes they'd master, and the friends they’d surely make.

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hi! can we have one with a satyr reader please? A humanoid person with goat legs, eyes, ears and horns. Maybe the guys think they were born like that but some new strain of mutagen only half mutated them. Maybe it could be revolved around that please?

I love your writing, i hope you have a good morning/day/night!

Hello, helloooo! I hope you like it and have a wonderful morning/day or night too! ♡♡♡♡

(I only realized later that I ended up writing a little differently than what was asked, I hope that's okay... 🫠)

Halfway Home *⁠.⁠✧

Leo wasn’t sure what to make of you at first. Your goat legs, horns, and twitchy ears were a bit of a surprise, but you were friendly and quick to fit in with the team. Over time, he started noticing how cute you were—especially the way your ears perked up when you were excited.

But he couldn’t help wondering about your past. One night, while you were both on patrol, he casually brought it up.

“So, Y/N,” he started, trying to sound nonchalant, “you’ve always looked like this?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, as far as I know. Why?”

Leo hesitated. “No reason. Just... you ever think maybe you weren’t born this way?”

You tilted your head, your ears flicking. “Huh. Never really thought about it. Guess it’s possible.”

Leo nodded, but he didn’t press further. Deep down, he thought it didn’t matter. Human or not, he liked you for who you were. Still, he couldn’t shake the thought of what you might’ve been like before.

Later that night, as you both sat on a rooftop, Leo found himself smiling at you. “Whatever your story is, you’re pretty amazing, you know that?”

You laughed, nudging him playfully with your horn. “You’re not so bad yourself, fearless leader.”

His face heated up, but he played it cool. “Guess we make a good team.”

Raph was smitten the moment he saw you. Something about your confidence and sharp reflexes had him hooked. He’d never admit it, but he found your goat-like features ridiculously cute. The way your tail swished when you were happy? Yeah, he was a goner.

But he couldn’t stop wondering how you ended up looking like that. One night, after a particularly tough training session, he finally asked.

“So, uh... you ever think about why you look like a goat?”

You blinked, then shrugged. “Not really. I’ve always been like this. Why?”

Raph scratched the back of his neck, trying to seem casual. “Just curious. Maybe you got hit with some mutagen or something.”

You chuckled. “Maybe. But hey, it works for me.”

Raph grunted, his cheeks flushing. “Yeah, well... it suits you.”

You grinned, leaning closer. “Aw, thanks, Raph. You’re pretty cute yourself.”

His eyes widened, and he quickly looked away, muttering something about needing to hit the punching bag. But inside, he was melting.

Donnie was fascinated by you from the start. Your unique physiology sparked his curiosity, but it wasn’t long before he realized he was more interested in you than your goat traits. He found your laugh adorable, and he loved how your horns caught the light just right.

One evening, while you were hanging out in his lab, he couldn’t resist bringing up the question that had been nagging at him.

“So, Y/N,” he began, adjusting his glasses, “have you ever considered the possibility that you might’ve been exposed to mutagen?”

You raised an eyebrow, your ears twitching. “Huh. You think I wasn’t born this way?”

Donnie hesitated, suddenly worried he’d offended you. “I mean, it’s possible. But either way, you’re... perfect as you are.”

You smiled, leaning on the counter. “Aw, Donnie, that’s sweet.”

He felt his face heat up and quickly turned back to his work, mumbling something about circuits. But his heart was racing, and he couldn’t focus on anything except how close you were.

Mikey was head over heels for you from day one. Your energy matched his perfectly, and he couldn’t get enough of your bubbly personality. Plus, he thought your goat legs and horns were the coolest thing ever.

One day, while you were both chilling in the lair, he blurted out, “Yo, Y/N! You ever wonder why you look like a super rad goat-person?”

You laughed, stretching your legs. “Not really. I’ve always been like this. Why, you jealous?”

Mikey grinned. “Heck yeah! You’ve got horns, and I’ve got... this shell. You win.”

You smirked, leaning closer. “You’ve got charm, Mikey. That’s pretty hard to beat.”

His face lit up, and he laughed nervously, trying to play it cool. “Aw, you’re just saying that ‘cause you like me.”

You winked. “Maybe.”

Mikey practically melted on the spot. From that day forward, he was even more determined to impress you, whether it was through his cooking or his jokes.

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Soft Spot - Chapter 13

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Chapter 13, it's almost Halloween, and I recently watched Kuroneko? Gotta bring @grumpytheunicorn in for that kind of spooky shenanigans in this week's chapter art!

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

You were sitting in the waiting room of an OBGYN. Your husband was folded up in the seat next to you and you were left to look around. The room was tidy and modern. It read recently redone even though there was no new lingering scent of construction. There was a clear vision of interior design, but the markers of style were washed out by neutrality. Any interesting patterns were swallowed by their grey and purple tones in a way that read that this business had followed the trend of homogenization.

By the many people waiting alongside you, you doubted it mattered.

From what you had glimpsed online, the reviews further offset the idea.

When he had called yesterday, the staff had initially dismissed Donnie’s request for a new patient appointment until he reiterated his name.

This was a coveted practice to work with, you knew that for sure.

“L/N.”

You had to switch sides of the room to find a nurse peeking out of a door.

She smiled and waved at you with her clipboard. “Come on back.”

You moved to stand and found Donnie was not doing the same.

You were fully to your feet before you touched his arm and he finally animated.

“They called us.”

He felt the need to check that there was actually a nurse waiting before he unfurled. “Right.”

You slid your hand down his sleeve until you caught his hand.

He squeezed you tightly as he unraveled his legs and used his free hand to shove himself upright from the armrests.

He trailed behind you with a twitchy demeanor.

“His first time?” The nurse spoke breezily and she let you pass through to the back first. “Height and weight over in the corner.”

“Yep.” You released Donnie so your measurements could be passed along.

He had a roving eye, especially for your recorded weight.

“Alrighty, right over here.” She led you to a room.

Donine stalked behind you like an ominous shadow.

“You can hop up on the table. No changing quite yet and I’ll get some details.”

You took your seat in a familiar chair that creaked with its attachments and Donnie held firm in standing off to the side instead of taking one of two awaiting chairs.

“Y/N.” The nurse nodded to you before looking at your partner. “And you’re Donatello?”

He gave a bare nod.

“It’s alright to be nervous. We’ve seen all sorts.” She turned in her rolling stool and glanced over her clipboard before folding it down in her lap to fully address you. “Maybe not new to the office procedure, but looks like we’ve got first timers all around?”

“Yes.” You adjusted your posture.

“How long have you two been trying?”

“Since November…?” You glanced at Donnie.

He again only barely bobbed his head.

“No problem, the ballpark is fine. When was the date of your last menstruation?”

You shrank a little into yourself. “April 10th…”

Her eyes widened a little. “And I hear you took a few tests?”

“Seven.”

“All positive?”

“Yeah…”

She nodded slowly and was clearly tempering her smile. “Well there’s always room for error, but we’re going to figure out exactly what’s going on today.”

“Thank you.” You felt refreshed that she hadn’t jumped to any conclusions.

Both for yourself and your mate.

“Of course.” She scooted over to you to touch your knee and make a connection. “Don’t worry. You’re in real good hands with Dr. Kuro. I’ve been with her for five years now and she’s like no one else.” She glanced at Donnie. “And not just in that way.”

You knew what she meant, but still spared Donnie the same look.

He was stone faced.

The nurse smiled on. “Any other questions and concerns?”

“I don’t think so.” You didn’t bother checking with your partner.

“Alright then!” She patted her legs once before kicking off so the chair was out of the way. “Now’s the part where you strip! That’s everything off and there’s a basket for your shoes and the rest of your clothes, bag, what have you, right over there. There’s a robe right behind you. It’ll open to the front and feel free to tie the tie on your hip and then another folded blanket that goes over your lap. We got a curtain here to block the door just in case. The doc will knock when she’s ready and you just holler if you’re ready, sound good?”

“Yeah…” You took one breath. “Sounds good.”

“See you soon.” She slipped out the door and pulled the curtain in front of it for you as she left.

You sat in stasis for a moment before you animated. Donnie finally sat and you were methodical in taking your clothes off. You examined the cleanliness of the baskets before folding your undergarments inside your clothes to dump them in there. You wriggled down to just your socks and padded over to get the robe. It unfurled with soft maroon cotton and you slid it on, one arm at a time. You found the tie and tied it off appropriately before hopping back onto the chair and wriggled in place before dragging the blanket over your lap.

“Your socks.” Donnie mentioned.

“I can keep them on.” You demonstrated by moving your toes against the cotton.

He frowned because that had clearly been against the instruction.

“Trust me on this.” You gave him a wry smile. “You have permission to gloat if I’m told otherwise.”

He accepted the bargain with a small nod and not too long after there was a soft rapping at the door.

“Yup!” You called out.

“Coming in…” A voice ushered along with the door opening.

There was a billow of the curtain before a hand slipped into view to catch it. It drew it back with a slide on the track above and a kind-looking, petite woman with fine lines across her face appeared.

“Hello!” She grinned and dragged the curtain back into its concealing place behind her.

Your head tilted. “Hello.”

“Nice to meet you! Dr. Kuro.” She held out her hand, but her fingers were curled.

You hesitated in reaching out to shake.

She noticed her folly and laughed. “I’m getting ahead of myself!”

Her mitt unfurled and you both gave a firm shake.

“Donatello.” She nodded to him without bothering with the same pleasantries.

He gave his clearest nod of the day.

“You’re quite different since our last talk! Is this what excitement does to you?”

His mood soured.

She tittered with a wrinkled gaze that turned on you. “Can I assume he’s told you everything?”

“Pretty much.” The grin was infectious. “You’re the best obstetrician here or in the-”

You suddenly hesitated just in case.

The doctor went on smiling and took a few steps back.

“It’s always like that at first.” She double checked the curtain. “Playing the game of who knows what out of safety. Other worlds and all that!”

Her back turned to you and she tugged the curtain hard even though it was already closed. 

There was a clunk sound that seemed to indicate there was a locking mechanism in the track. 

She stood with her back facing you and appeared to lounge in the moment.

“Voted best here and in the Hidden City.” She pressed the last two words and turned with some shadows catching her features.

It etched out the wrinkles in her skin and, for a moment, a shine from the fluorescents above caught her eyes to give her a fiercely feline appearance that caused your nerves to flicker.

She finally made rotation back to you in a dust cloud of mysticism.

What walked out was a regular sized black cat that stepped easily on its hind legs. She adjusted her glasses on her snout and it accentuated those same facial lines you had seen. Her crisp blouse along with her doctor’s coat had shrunk down to accommodate her new size and she breezed over to the stool. A single hop and she landed on it to retrieve the clipboard that was left for her. “That’s better. More comfortable than you are I’m sure!”

You gave an awkward chuff.

“I was told you knew?” She lowered the board and gave an obvious berating glance to Donnie. “That I’m a bakeneko?”

“I did… I just…”

She waited.

“I’m sorry, you just… shrank…!”

She laughed brightly and her eyes wrinkle with joy. “I’ve heard a lot of things, but that’s a funny one!”

You apologized again.

“Oh!” One of her back paws came up and she expertly kicked against a counter to push herself perfectly up to your side. “The height is fluid. I barely think about shape shifting these days and can keep my so-called human-form as long as I need! The amount of times I’ve fallen asleep in it!”

She laughed again and you awkwardly joined in.

“This would be what you could call a ‘true-form’ so it’s the most comfortable. Would you prefer bigger?” She grew straight into her human-height while still looking like a cat.

“N-no! That’s alright!”

She gave her cat-like grin and shrank right back down. “Most people worry about the fur! I’ve been asked to wear a hair net!”

“That seems rude!”

“Far ruder than being surprised by height!” She giggled on.

Donnie stirred.

Her ears pivoted to him before her eyes. “Impatient Donatello. I heard you changed, but some of your reputation precedes you.”

“You agreed.” He broiled.

“I agreed to see your spouse? I did.” She addressed him easily. “It’s an understatement to say that it’s not every day you get the chance to safely bring the first ever human-mutant child into the world.” 

The horror of a chance confirmation of your pregnancy without proper testing snapped his mouth shut and his spine straight.

“Let’s not bother with the middle man.” She turned to you. “I would prefer to introduce myself. Let’s start over.”

You gave a tight nod.

“Endora Kuro, MD.” She introduced herself with an offered paw.

You shook it firmly.

“I’m approximately 800 years old, give or take, but who counts after 400?!”

You laughed with her.

“Born in the Hidden City, I’ve always had a fascination with healing. I’ve studied medicine most of my life. New teachings in the early Edo period took me topside where I may have garnered a bit of a reputation myself.” 

Her green eyes flashed with mischief.

You swallowed hard and she seemed all the more amused by it.

“There hadn’t been a point before then. Sengoku’s warring states and all, but the aftermath was a rebirth of medicine! I was fascinated with bodies. My own included and had a knack for shape-shifting that others didn’t. Emperor, Shogunate. It made no difference to me. I changed appearance to get where I deemed necessary. I learned and learned, traveled the human world to be on the forefront when that became possible. Saw the damnation of the world wars which took me to the states. I despised the internment camps and did what I could. I moved to New York some 30 odd years ago with the emergence of mutants. Wholly new beings that crossed the human-yokai divide?”

You saw kindness tick over in her expression.

“What interest to me! I became a general practitioner with a specialty in mutant care. The American health system is a travesty. I still see mutants, but there was so much help needed in the women’s sector that I eventually shifted to gynecology. My specialty is still with mutants, but I have quite the number of yokai patients these days as well. One’s who have been here, new ones with the better laws of the state regarding non-humans. The distinction blurs.” She waved a paw.

You nodded.

“And here we are. I have a pair of bonded pigeon mutants who are expecting their first clutch and now you. That’s our mutant second generation. Shape-shifting yokai, however, are no stranger to mating with humans though all our progeny comes out the same. The yokai prevails, strong genes. They never have a drop of human DNA. The elasticity of transformation is too potent.” She winked. “Your husband got in contact with me last year about your attempts and he sent me his findings. If you two have conceived and your child comes to term, you would be the first to actually cross the species divide without mysticism.”

“No pressure.” You rattled out.

“Not at all.” She put her paw on your leg. “Your safety is my prime concern. Your husband pressed the same. I will do everything I can for you.”

Her honesty had you a little misty eyed.

“So… That’s me…” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” You choked out. 

She sympathized. “We’ll be getting real close, but let’s start with a physical exam first and work our way up from there. Sound good?”

“Yeah…”

“Lay back and scoot down. Butt to the bottom here.” She tapped the end of your chair and then pulled out a side panel which she used to walk around you.

Through slits in your robe she examined your breasts and you did your best to separate thoughts of how she was kneading biscuits as she felt into your skin with her paws. She explained in soft little coos that things were alright and she moved forward. She felt over your belly with some pressure that she verbally asked you to speak on, but nothing read as pain to you.

Satisfied, she walked straight off her platform and into a human form where she thoroughly washed her hands. “You’re looking fantastic. Nothing at all that’s concerning.”

You could feel Donnie’s stress leak through your wedding band.

“Pelvic exam and then a transvaginal ultrasound, we still doing okay?”

“About as good as these always are.” You cleared your throat.

“Of course. Good job keeping up with your well womans.” She dried her hands and got gloves. “We warm the gel.” She showed you the speculum. “Looks scary, but I’m gonna go real slow. Start with my finger.”

She was soon between your legs and feeling inside you.

A twist and turn and you could tell Donnie was aching to get behind her to look for himself, but he held back.

You sent him some gratitude for his troubles.

He accepted it with anxiety.

“You’re doing great. We’ll switch now. Here comes the pressure.”

You tried to relax and felt the speculum press into you before it clicked with its widening. “Gonna get a quick swab too.”

You twitched as more than one long q-tip object poked your nethers and she capped them all off for study.

“Still looking great!” She patted your leg with a dry glove and removed her tools. “You sit up for a bit, take a breather, and I’m gonna get the monitor in here.”

“Okay.” You pulled your feet out of the stirrups and closed your knees together.

She peeled off her gloves to give them to the trash before slipping around the curtain.

“Can she feel anything from that?” You asked as soon as the door clicked shut. 

“Too early.” Donnie told you.

“You okay?”

He said nothing, but gave you a thin expression.

“They usually don’t draw blood until they have to after the exam.”

He didn’t seem to agree with that logic, but stayed silent.

“They also don’t usually do more than one swab…”

He gave you a sharp look.

You returned and heard a knock.

You hailed in the nurse and doctor who rolled in a cart with a screen attached. A few things were plugged in before the nurse parted again and the doctor showed you the transducer wand. It was a formidable tube that would be inserted into you. She waved around a little too crass in your opinion before lubing it up and switching the adjacent machine on.

It sent out black images on its little screen.

“Lay back again for me.” She urged your legs.

You got your feet returned to the stirrups and joked in your head about a round two.

“Benefits of this sucker.” She touched your inner thigh to show she was going to insert it. “More detailed images of the pelvic cavity and we don’t have to get by those guts of yours with the belly kind. It helps at this stage, which by the notes you gave, could be anywhere from 6-8 weeks. We are about to find out… Breathe and relax for me.”

You did that the best you could and tried not to think about how this was the final moment.

You would soon know for sure if you were pregnant or not.

All those months.

It hit you with a wave of tears that you barely held onto.

You didn’t feel anything as the wand was inserted and only realized it was when she pressed a gloved hand down onto your mons.

Donnie took a sharp breath and you chased not him, but the monitor.

Amongst rounded grey walls was a mostly black void.

In the center of it, beside a small perfect circle, was a little two pronged blob.

“Congratulations, you two…” Dr. Kuro murmured warmly.

Your hands flew up over your mouth and a few tears loosed.

Donnie was at your side in an instant both to be closer to the screen and to catch one of your shoulders.

You removed one hand from your face and grabbed him.

“That’s your little kidney bean. That’s the size it is now. We got one and I put you at eight weeks.” The doctor continued on.

You nodded and sniffled.

Donnie jarred slightly, but shook something off.

“I see good movement which means.. Let’s hear that sucker…” She flipped a knob and a churning noise started up.

It had the speed of a washing machine and thumped wetly over and over.

“That’s-!” Your throat cut you off.

“The heartbeat.” Dr. Kuro clarified. “Nice and fast for where it is development wise.”

You shot blurry vision toward Donnie.

A few tears were openly sliding down his cheeks and he dropped to you in a waft of his coat.

His beak buried into your cheek and he barely offset his churr so you could sit on the sound.

“Few adjustments.” The doctor whispered and moved the angle. “Taking pictures.”

You nuzzled closer to Donnie.

He wiped your tears before his own.

You shared a smile.

“Alright, we’re all done with this…” The doctor warned before carefully removing the wand.

You were passed something to wipe with and she did the same to her equipment.

There was a single knock, but the person didn’t seem to wait. “Doctor.”

“Stay there. One moment.” Dr. Kuro set her instruments down and gestured to you and the screen. “Feel free to keep looking. It’ll spit out some images in a second. Sit up, clean up, you get dressed when you’re ready. I’ll be right back and we’ll talk about all this.”

She departed and for a long moment you stared at the image of your baby on the screen.

Donnie first brought your baskets over before he moved to stand right in front of the machine. His beak nearly touched the glass as he stared hard into the image. He soon located the printer from the sound, but left those images in favor of the digital one. You glimpsed him looking over the dials as you finally moved to dress.

Once you were fully clothed, you sat beside him. “What do you see?”

He pointed to the little circle by the embryo.

“What’s that?”

He shook his head.

“Don?”

“Yolk sac. Not uncommon in humans.”

You rattled out an anxious puff of air. “Don’t delay like that.”

He had a nervous twitch to him.

“What is it?”

He seemed to steady himself, but right when he appeared ready to relay there was a knock.

He moved away from the monitor and you called that you were decent.

The doctor came in. “Hey, kids. How’re we feeling?”

“Good…” You checked with Donnie.

Dr. Kuro immediately took into the pair of you before moving straight to the machine. “Your pictures.”

She passed them off to you and you held the pair.

“Just tell me if you need more.”

You gave a nod and stared at the still image.

“I’ve got my findings. We ready?” Dr. Kuro walked straight onto the stool while shifting into her cat-form.

Donnie faced her openly.

You nodded.

“Okay, first off. We’ve got a heartbeat. We’ve got a little wiggle. This reads to me as nothing of immediate concern.”

Donnie went on high alert.

“Is there… a ‘but’…?” You murmured.

She raised a paw and lowered it slowly. “You’ve got something totally new in you. Something no one thought was possible. Something that, as far as I know, has never been recorded to have happened before.”

You chewed your lip.

“So that’s going to come with some oddities. Is that dangerous? We can’t know for sure yet, but I’m using my expertise to figure it out. What we do know is what you’ve got is exhibiting usual signs of growth and health and we can make educated guesses.”

You could hear Donnie’s breathing.

Dr. Kuro’s ears flicked. “Okay, starting with your physical exam-”

“You said it looked good.” You straightened.  “The other swabs-”

She raised her paw again.

Donnie inhaled with sharp annoyance.

You yielded.

“You do look good. Everything down there is technically exactly how it should.” She braced herself. “However, that doesn’t mean there wasn’t some abnormality.”

“I personally monitor cervical health.” Donnie barely withheld a growl. “Y/N’s usual obstetrician has given a similar clean bill!”

Dr. Kuro leveled her glasses with him. “And I got those records. Rush faxed them and scheduled an impromptu meeting with Dr. Carlin earlier this morning.”

Donnie’s chest bounced him to attention.

“With Dr. Carlin, Y/N’s last exam was done prior to your trying, am I to understand that correctly?”

“Yes…” You interjected.

She smiled at you. “Dr. Carlin passed along that you were not on birth control, but Donatello was?”

“That’s right.”

“But she didn’t know which.”

Your eyes shot away.

“One of my own design.” Donnie offered bitterly.

“I have a hypothesis, but I need you to share with me the method. I am aware of Genius Built and their subsidiaries. I know you have a pharmaceutical division, but-”  

“It is a specific formula designed for my morphology. Injection. Inhibits tail production in sperm.”

“And you’ve been using this for how long?” Dr. Kuro asked.

“The entirety of our sexual relations.” Donnie spoke clearly.

Dr. Kuro leaned back a little. “Well, that fits my thoughts.”

“What?” Donnie pressed.

“Gradual changes are difficult to see in partners. We see them every day and because of this it’s hard to notice small change.”

“Change?” You asked in a hollow voice.

“You also can’t visually see the womb. Now I can’t be medically certain yet. Our lab here can test for routine things, we have a bigger lab that we send off to for the stuff that’s not, but what I can tell you is from experience and my heightened facilities, your reproductive system appears by most accounts completely average, but I would not say it was average… for… well… humans.”

“W-what…?” You warbled on the words.

“I will be frank. From smell and feel, I can’t help but compare your current internal microbiome to that of a Kappa.”

You couldn’t blink.

You felt your mate stagger slightly.

“Now.” She looked at both of you. “I say Kappa because I’ve dealt with generations of them. Taking care of them. There’s a huge family of them living by the East River. I haven’t dealt with turtle yokai in years and have not encountered a turtle mutant thus far in my practice so they’re the closest species comparison I’ve got.”

You made an odd noise and your head moved to the side.

“Are your insides anatomically different? No. Every person is unique in some way and your parts are as you would imagine…”

Donnie scrubbed a hand down his face.

“That said, you’re running cold. Obviously colder than the rest of your body. There’s also scent. When I examined you, I smelled a make-up that I commonly get from reptile or reptile adjacent species. Your discharge gives me a similar sense of déjà vu.”

“I-I don’t…!” You waffled.

“What are you saying?” Donnie asked starkly.

Dr. Kuro patted her paws together. “I’m saying based on what I’ve just found out from your exam-” She gestured to you. “-about your birth control-” She gestured to Donnie. “-what I know from your records, and my talk with Dr. Carlin, a change has occurred since you started trying to conceive. I believe that Donatello’s mutated sperm has been altering your physiology.”

It was your husband’s turn to stare.

“Mutation is finicky! Whatever was stored in those mosquito-like creatures had a cocktail of DNA. It can give animal’s human intelligence. It can splice animal DNA into humans. It can even jump kingdoms as we’ve seen plants gain sentience or humans become plant-like! It gives all these creature’s mystic powers for Head’s sake!! It’s volatile! It’s unstable. It’s a wonder mutated beings function at all!”

Donnie’s head shot to you and his expression read dismay.

Dr. Kuro dropped down long enough to push her stool and jumped on as it rolled over to Donnie.

He addressed her as if ready to lash out.

“I do not think you are mutating your spouse!” She told him firmly.

He didn’t seem to believe her.

“We are going to run a full blood work up. Everything. Every hormone. We’ll do a damn DNA test, but we are not seeing any other signs! Excuse my language, but let’s consider the facts. Y/N has presumably been getting a direct and non-stop injection of your genetic material to a specific orifice on an exact basis for months now, am I not correct?!”

Donnie gave a watery nod.

You felt like you couldn’t move.

“That’s half the equation. You’re familiar with gametes?”

You both managed some form of confirmation.

“Good. Then I highly, highly, doubt Y/N is getting mutated. It’s more likely due to the sperm’s lifespan; their lingering in the body is causing change. They’re reproductive material, but they are also more. The mutative substance is meant to restructure beings! It exists to create more mutants and is potent enough that a single small injection carried by a bug can rewrite existing DNA structures. It is not a stretch to surmise that part of that DNA alone would carry some of that transformative property.”

Donnie sent his sorrows to you.

You reached for him.

He couldn’t manage touching you and only wearily looked on.

“Maybe it will go away in time. Maybe Y/N has been fundamentally changed, but I won’t know for sure until the swabs and blood work come back. We’re drawing blood after, by the way. A full blood workup. My thoughts, based on what we know, is that Donatello’s genetic material has been making Y/N’s womb more hospitable for their needs and therefore for conception.”

Donnie wheezed on a breath.

“This brings me to your ultrasound.”

A worried jolt went through your body as you sensed a further correlation. “What did you see?” You looked at your mate. “Both of you?”

“You saw it too?” Dr. Kuro looked at Donnie.

He shook his head not out of disagreement, but distress.

Dr. Kuro gave him a pitying look before she walked into her human-form so she could reach the monitor still displaying your ultrasound. “Here.”

You rotated your body so you had a good view of the screen.

“Now to the untrained eye, this looks like nothing, but blobs. I recognize that. However, for those used to reviewing these images, we see everything. I can see an amniotic sac even when there seemingly isn’t a hint of a line and that isn’t due to my eyes. That’s why ultrasounds are done. You see the movement. You pick up on fluids, pressures, and other things that aren’t immediately captured in photos. We look at the embryo itself.”

You nodded, having followed so far.

“You…” She licked her lips and pointed to the smooth back of your embryo. “At this stage, embryonic, we expect to see basal construction. Blood vessels are forming along with the placenta. Basic structures are emerging and sometimes the image captures the pocket where the brain will grow in…”

You checked the static image, but it just looked like a solid colored curve on one side with an indent bisecting it on the other.

“This is too dark.” She pointed to the solid area. “This curvature and color reads to me like…Well like an egg shell.”

You paled.

Donnie caught your chair with the weight of his body, but you didn’t move as the entire thing clattered.

Dr. Kuro only gave an understanding exhale. “But I also clearly saw an amniotic sack and we shouldn’t see the separation here-” She pointed to the bisection. “-if it were all shell. It seems to me there is an accumulation of albumin mimicking an egg shell along the back of your baby while a placenta is building up in the front.”

“What does that…?” You managed quietly.

“It’s both.” She looked at you openly. “Just like the two of you. It’s a mix of human and turtle embryonic growth. There are few studies of the embryonic development of turtles because biologists have yet to agree on the number of stages. That’s not even mentioning the differentiation in species or elemental effects like temperature, but a turtle’s carapace typically forms in the later stages of embryonic development and occurs against the wall of the egg shell. You do not have the necessary anatomy to make an egg shell, but you have analogous substances in your body. You may not have aragonite, the eggshell producing calcite magnesium cluster, but you absolutely have calcium carbonate and magnesium. That appears to be acting as some sort of substitute. I am theorizing, but it seems the buildup we’re seeing is your body’s attempt to replicate the conditions so a carapace can grow.”

“A carapace…” You spoke a little horrified as you remembered your thoughts on trying to give birth to one.

The doctor seemed to read your mind. “Turtle carapaces are only partially developed when they hatch, similar to human baby skulls. It’s the same thought process. They need to pass out of the parent’s body without killing them.”

“But if I can’t form what’s necessary…” You stressed.

“I’ll be honest. We, and in this case I mean your husband, can calculate your genetic compatibility, but measuring you bringing this embryo to term, let alone to a fetal stage is not something anyone can quantify. We, and now I mean me and the yokai community that cares about supporting mutant-kind, have been of the mind that it is not possible for mutants to reproduce. Mutant DNA is too unstable and dissimilar to others, even shape-shifters. My pigeon parents are set to lay three eggs and that is because they were mutated simultaneously, in the same way… Heck! In the same nanosecond! They were tending to their pigeon coop and apparently had both given their tamer bird’s kisses. They then happened to kiss each other at the exact moment one of those mosquito-bugs pricked them. The story goes that it went through both of their lips and enacted the dander residue all at once! They are exactly compatible because of it and are treated as an outlier. Any other combination… Who knows? Cross species viability outside of mutation is a difficult study because even those that reproduce have more abnormalities than with regular species. Everything that’s occurring now is completely new, non-replicable, and may never happen again.” Dr. Kuro sank into a cat shape on her stool.

The silence after her monologue oppressed the room.

All you could think about was Donnie.

You had some connection to the thing on screen, but it was hard to feel attached to the blob.

You had hope, that was without question, and you had joy.

You were finally pregnant and, in a way, you relished that.

You also heard the gravity of the doctor’s words.

You’d spent over half a year dealing with the highs and lows of conceiving.

You had learned the hard way to temper your expectations.

You’d weathered the last 24 something hours well because of it.

Seven positive pregnancy tests were just that until you had confirmation.

Even getting that yes and hearing that heart beat wasn’t commitment.

You had seen worrying signs and continued to wait on allowing happiness.

Your mate was something else entirely.

You were completely devoted to him.

You were mystically tied.

You had spent months walking with him through his grief.

You believed you could handle the loss of this embryo if it couldn’t come to term.

You weren’t sure the same was possible for Donnie.

You were slow to turn and coax him to you.

He came fearfully and only because you didn’t give up.

Once you had him, he wilted into your scent as his only comfort.

“So, I’m getting you on the usual vitamins and an extra big daddy calcium pill that is going to be a nightmare to swallow.” Dr. Kuro suddenly spoke. “We gotta make sure that proto-shell doesn’t leech all the minerals you need.” 

You looked at her with wide eyes.

“Then we’re talking at least weekly visits. You can pay or not. I don’t care. I’m doing this for you. Not science. I’m doing this for you and your nugget if you’re in. If you’re up for it, I am going to be your all-star offensive tackle. You are going the distance with me so I ask, do you want this?”

You already knew your answer, but took a moment to pet your mate.

You saw him.

You felt him.

You saw that future that you liked to glimpse.

A little him.

A little carapace.

Your heart soared as big baby eyes looked up at you expectantly.

Waiting for you.

“I’m in.” You told her with full certainty.

She grinned wide until her needle-like teeth caught the light. “Excellent. Let’s do this.”

“Okay. Vitamins. Extra calcium. Blood tests. Weekly visits.” You listed off items to begin committing them to memory.

“Diet and lifestyle change. Even more than the usual no raw meat or unpasteurized milk. I’m talking, you need to be as fit as a fiddle because your body is going to be doing stuff we can’t begin to predict. Having you in peak physical health is going to give us nothing but an advantage against whatever it throws our way!”

“Okay. Okay.” You almost wished you had a pen to write this down.

“I’ve got pamphlets out the wazoo!” Dr. Kuro hopped off her stool and grew human-like.

“I haven’t had morning sickness!” You spoke the thought suddenly.

It caught her mid transformation and she turned mostly without fur, but whiskers pocked her cheeks and cat ears twitched on her head. “Interesting. We’ll need to hear back on your hormones, but I can guess that has to do with those.”

“Am I making turtle hormones?” You patted Donnie for his attention.

He had clearly been listening, but was still dour.

“Doubt that.” Dr. Kuro chuckled into a full human face. “Remember, I think your body is largely unchanged. Morning sickness is an odd one! Humans are the only species who have it. 20% don’t so there’s a chance you’re lucky, but I have a feeling it has more to do with what’s being used in your womb.”

“Yeah?” You asked and felt Donnie prepare himself to move.

“Yes. You’ve clearly got a marked amount of HCG, human chorionic gonadotropin or the thing that prepares uterine linings for embryonic growth, which is what pee tests measure in spades to predict pregnancy.”

“Ah.”

“And some science says that’s what causes morning sickness. Others say excess oestrogen. Someone else will say it’s all the cocktail of wild hormones going nuts. No one knows for sure yet, but if you’re not utilizing the same amount of hormones or you're using them differently, it reasons that you might not experience the same effects.”

You smiled to yourself as Donnie got upright. “’Could be nothing… Could be something’”

“Oh! I like that!” Dr. Kuro chirped. “Doesn’t that just describe pregnancy?! Could be a problem! Could be gas!!” She laughed loudly.

You and Donnie shared a look.

“There’s much to do!” Dr. Kuro returned to her movement which included gathering up the ultrasound machine. 

There was growing strength on your mate’s face.

He did adore detailed planning.

You held your hand out.

He took it with a solid grip and helped you off the bed.

“Come on, you two! We got a baby to form!” Dr. Kuro waved at you and drew back the curtain.

💜 NEXT 💜

For the record, all the spooky things is coincidence because it was planned ahead of time, but the scariest thing is that my buffer is gone so me and my darling betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 are gonna have to haul ass! 😱

[beskarthief]

Chapter 9 of the Star Wars fic "Order 65". The rest can be found here.

19 BBY, Coruscant, Coruscant Underworld

 Rex wished he had something more to offer the new recruits than a couple bunks and a few crates of supplies. Not that they seemed to mind. He wasn’t sure how long they’d spent in those cells, but based on the ravenous way they’d devoured the food Echo offered them it seemed like it had been a while. 

 They’d debriefed them as soon as they got back, of course. But each clone had a different idea of how long it had been. Trapped underground with no natural light and only Imps for company had a way of making the days drag into weeks. Nobody could give them a good idea of how long it had actually been, or where they’d been headed, or anything, really. Rex had tried not to let his frustration show, but he was pretty sure they’d all been able to tell.

 Some part of him had thought - foolishly, he had to admit - that finding one group would lead them to the others. But if it was that easy, then Drixx would have been able to trace this group to the main facility and they’d be headed there right now. Rex shook his head. He didn’t want to wait anymore. His brothers couldn’t afford them waiting anymore.

 A rattle outside made Rex’s gaze swing from the datapad before him to the door, and he was on his feet in a moment, hands already drifting to where he’d left his blasters; always within easy reach. Stalking forward on silent feet, he drew first one, then the other, before slipping out the side exit to loop around the front.

 He came out from around the corner with both blasters leveled at the door, gaze scanning the platform with trained precision. The beady eyes of some form of vermin met his for a split second. He saw the realization of danger flash through them before it scampered off and around a corner. Rex lowered his blasters with a sigh. He was jumping at rats now.

 But even as he was getting ready to go back inside the familiar hum of a ship sounded from above him, the first bits of disturbed air whipping across the platform and forcing him to plant his feet firmly on the ground to avoid being blown backwards. Glancing up, he watched as the stolen shuttle descended. He smiled even as his grip tightened on the blasters already in his hands. You couldn’t be too careful these days.

 The shuttle set down before him on the landing platform and he waited until the ramp had come down and Gregor had stepped off it, signaling that it was just him, before returning his blasters to their holsters.

 “You’re twitchy.” his brother said with a laugh.

 “Can’t be too careful.”

 “True, true.”

 Gregor followed him around the side after locking up the shuttle. You couldn’t be too careful with those, either. They’d already lost one. Perks of being banished to the underworld, Rex supposed.

 “Sooo.” Gregor began as soon as they were safely inside. “I checked out the location you gave me. Monastery is empty, looks like it has been for a while. No Imps, far as I could tell. And I really checked. A little dusty, but at least it’s got sunlight and enough space for anybody we pickup along the way.”

 Rex nodded. “Good. I’ll get a message to the Senator, let her know we’ll be relocating. We’ll need to stockpile supplies. It’ll be harder to get without her help.”

 “Don’t think you’re gonna have to get a message to her.” Gregor said, pointing ahead of them to where they could now both see the familiar cloaked form, currently chatting with Echo.

 She turned as they approached, her smile widening. But Rex could tell instantly that there was something on her mind.

 “We weren’t expecting you, Senator. Is everything alright?”

 “Yes.” Riyo said, but her tone was thoughtful; measured. “I went to 79’s today. Met with Drixx. He had an update for you, I’ve put all the potential locations on this chip.” 

 She offered it to him, gloved hand outstretched. Rex took it carefully. Something so small and fragile, yet holding so much vital information. 

 “This could save a lot of lives. Thank you, Senator.”

 “Don’t thank me, Captain. It’s the least I can do. The least any of us in the senate can do for you. We should have spoken up at the start of this war, now all we can do is triage.” She paused, concern flicking across her face before she continued. “But I must admit there is another reason I came here today. I was recently assigned a Coruscant Guard detail. I already had reason to believe they were not merely for my protection, but Drixx said something that confirmed my suspicions. Do you know of a Commander Fox, Captain?”

 A flash of light, the familiar smell of charred flesh. But familiar from battlefields, not here. Not here where they were supposed to be safe. The sound of a blaster clattering to the floor, delayed as his mind caught up with his senses. General Skywalker’s voice, echoing and yet barely audible. The red painted armor of the Coruscant Guard, blaster’s still raised. And him, standing there, smoke trailing from the end of his blaster- 

 “Captain?” Chuchi’s voice was concerned, and as the present swam back into focus he could see Gregor and Echo looking at him, worried. After a moment Echo looked away, paced off across the room. 

 “Yes, Senator. I know him.” 

[sunflowerreid]

Worth the wait - S.R

Spencer has never had an orgasm before, reader helps him out

Warnings : Sub Spencer, Dom reader, Handjob, Blowjob, Masterbation, Praise kink, Swearing

Spencer had always been a mystery to you. The extraordinary genius with the IQ of 187, eidetic memory and ability to read god knows how many words per minute. There was nothing he couldn’t figure out or find a solution to, it was that simple. He was a genius, a prodigy, a miracle worker. You never would of guessed that this beautiful man was still a virgin, sure he seemed innocent enough but not that innocent, I mean come on, he was gorgeous and adorably caring who wouldn’t want to ride him for hours on end.

You’ve always had a slight feeling that he may of been more innocent than you had predicted especially when you wore a low cut top that showed just the right amount of cleavage to remain professional, or your tight trousers that sculpted your arse perfectly. Spencer was normally a lot more blushy and twitchy than usual on those days, you loved teasing him.

Today you decided to treat yourself, dressed in your black low cut top and tight grey trousers you strutted into work, armed with two cups of coffee from the local cafe and a proud smirk. Spencer was in his usual outfit looking as cute as ever, his fingers resting on his lips as he worked through his paperwork at his usual 60 mph speed. “Morning Spence” you said with a hint of amusement, ready for when his adorable eyes would predictably widen at your outfit choice. “Morning y/n” he said shyly as he squirmed in his seat, his eyes widening slightly as you leaned down to place his cup on the unusually clean desk. “T-thank you, you didn’t have to do that”, could he get any cuter you thought to yourself. “No problem Spence always got you covered” you smirked as you walked away over to your desk, you had the perfect view of him from across the bureau as he fidgeted in his seat.

All day you’d spent stalking him, well not stalking per say more observing his every move to see if you had your usual effect on him. Spencer had a new record going, he made it all the way to lunch time before he ran off to the bathroom, presumably to cool off. He returned to his seat next to you for lunch, resuming his stiff posture and blushing cheeks. You loved your job for many reasons, this just happened to be the best one.

-Three days later-

“Do you want to shower first Spence?” You asked as you opened the door to your shared room, “No that’s okay you can go first” he said kindly as he followed you in. God he couldn’t get any sweeter could he. “Alright I wont be too long” you replied with a smile as you went into the attached bathroom, accidentally forgetting your body lotion and only noticing after spending 10 minutes in the shower. Dripping wet with a small towel wrapped around your flushed figure, you slowly opened the door a crack noticing the pretty boy waiting patiently on his bed. “Spence could you get my body lotion out of my bag please I forgot it” you asked sweetly startling him out of his daydream. “Y-yes of course y/n” quickly jumping off the bed, he made his way over to your bag, gently rooting through it trying not to unravel your neat packing. He stiffened slightly as he reached the layer containing your white lace panties, gaining his usual blush and nervous stutter as he reached the bottom of your bag grabbing the lotion and hurrying over to the door to hand it to you. “Thank you sweetie”.

Spencer squirmed on his bed, the intense throbbing in his slacks clouding his thoughts as he palmed himself slightly, sighing in relief at the blissful friction. Unfortunately for him, you had chosen that moment to open the bathroom door dressed in an oversized t shirt and the black lace panties that matched the white pair. Spencer quickly took his hand off his bulge praying you didn’t notice the dumb pleasure filled look on his beet red face. “Showers free sweetie” you said with a hint of amusement as he scurried around the room collecting his things before rushing into the bathroom. You lied down on your bed attempting to untuck the hotel sheets that were practically glued to the mattress fidgeting around for a few minutes before giving up. Your internal struggle had masked the whimpering noises coming from the bathroom, little grunts and moans “cmon please just once just once please” you heard Spencer whisper as you approached the door “please I need it please cmon cmon” he whimpered in a desperate tone before you heard a loud groan of frustration. Spencer was touching himself that much was obvious to you but the frustration was surprising, normally wanking was a therapeutic, relaxing a way of relieving stress. “You okay sweetie?” You shouted when you had returned to your bed, not wanting him to know you’d been listening. You heard what you assumed was a shampoo bottle crashing against the bottom of the shower before a simple, squeaky “Yep everything’s fine”. Silence followed for another 5 minutes before Spencer shyly opened the door dressed in a pair of tartan pyjama bottoms and a simple black t shirt, quickly making his way over to the bed before untucking the sheets effortlessly. Show off.

The room was silent after you turned off the lights and said an awkward good night to each other. You couldn’t help feeling sorry for him as he tossed and turned quietly, he was a 23 year old man of course he got horny, you’d been teasing him non stop since you arrived at the bau sending his hormones haywire what did you expect. “If you want some time to sort yourself I can go to Garcia’s room for a little bit sweetie” you whispered into the dark room. “N-no that’s okay y/n, I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed, I’m sorry for earlier I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” he said shyly, “Nonsense sweetie you have needs like the rest of us”, receiving a small sarcastic laugh from him you could tell he was embarrassed, of course he was he’d been caught wanking himself off, reaching the same miserable conclusion that he normally got. You knew something was off, normally he’d been throwing facts and statistics at you, his way of coping when he’s nervous. “I promise it’s no trouble Spence” “T-thank you y/n it’s okay, I’m okay, not like it would solve anything anyway” he whispered, the end barley audible. “Sweetie I thought you of all people would know the benefit of masturbating” you said teasingly, “O-oh I’m aware of the benefits if you can achieve-” he cleared his throat slightly before carrying on “an orgasm” he whispered shyly. “If?” You questioned. “Spence have you never… you know?” You asked him gently no wanting to embarrass him further. “Um I mean.. I’ve tried I guess but no not while i was awake anyway”, “Oh sweetie that’s okay, nothing to be embarrassed about” you reassured. You couldn’t feeling both horny and sympathetic at the same time, imagining him trying and trying to cum the desperation he must feel to experience the relief that practically everyone else his age can, including you.

You finally gained enough courage to ask him the question, if he rejected you that would be okay right? You’d get over it but you couldn’t help feeling that he liked you the same way you like him. “Spence if you’d like some help all you have to do is ask”, “R-really?”, “Yes sweetie if you’d like that” you could hear the sheets of his bed rustling as he leant over to turn the lights back on, revealing his blushed face, his desperation clear as day as you sat up leaning against the headboard. “Please, please help me”. That was all the conformation you needed.

Signalling him over, he quickly untangled himself from the sheets quickly making his way over to you, unsure what to do next. You sat up onto your knees reaching for him as you tangled your hand into his damp hair and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. “Fuck please” he whimpered into the kiss as he straddled your thighs, his excitement pushing against you and he began gently rutting himself down onto you, encouraged by your other hand guiding his movements. You figured he had been teased enough when you felt his cock beginning to twitch under his pyjamas, constant whimpers flowed out of him as you guided him down to lie on his back, his cock tenting the material of his bottoms. “Please please do something y/n it hurts” he whined before gasping in relief as you pulled down his pyjamas and boxers at the same time, his cock springing up and hitting his tummy with a wet slap. “Fuck so pretty for me sweetie”, his cock twitched at your words, red, throbbing and leaking a steady flow of precum from the tip. You quickly took it into your hand, pumping him slowly from base to tip your hand slicked up as more precum spurted out of his slit as you pinched it open slightly “Fuck yes” he shouted, the relief evident on his face as you began to speed up your hand, moans flowing out of him after every passing of your palm. “Please yes fuck feels so good s’good more please more” Spencer babbled as he throbbed in your palm, “More, need more, please, please y/n, god yes feels so good, right there” he whined as you teased him red, swollen tip. “Feels so much better than my hand, please keep going please, wanna cum for you, need to cum” he begged as he felt his orgasm teasing him, the same feeling he always left with after trying and failing to cum by himself. You could tell he was getting close, his loud moans turning frantic, the erratic rutting of his hips as he humped up towards your hand. His eyes began to roll back into his head, his back arching before the pleasure stopped. “NO please no y/n, please keep going i need it please” he begged, tears streaming down his face as you took your hand off.

“Calm down sweetie its okay, I’m gonna give you something better okay sweetheart” you reassured him before replacing your hand with your mouth, his hands immediately went to your hair holding on for dear life. “Fuck yes” Spencer moaned as your tongue traced the veins on the side of his cock moving up to tease his slit before you put his tip into your mouth sucking gently “GOD YES” he screamed as you moaned, the vibrations causing him to shake, twitch, beg. “Fuck something’s happening, wait wait” he whined as he tried to push your head off, “Please y/n think mgonna wee feels like its gonna happen please no no” he begged as you carried on aware of what was about to happen, before pulling off “It’s okay sweetie your gonna cum for me okay that’s what it feels like don’t be worried I’m right here, let go for me sweetie okay”, “Fuck yes, gonna mgonna cum y/n, so close, please don’t stop, please mgonna gonna…..” he screamed as his back arched, eyes rolled back, reaching his end, finally after years of trying and failing he was cumming. “Yes god yes m’cumming y/n” he shouted as he spurted rope after rope of cum onto your tongue, cock twitching relentlessly as you milked him for all he was worth. “Fuckk” he moaned, his entire body twitching as you held him in your arms allowing him to recover from his high. “Hope that was worth it sweetie” you said gently to the a nearly asleep Spencer. “Was definitely worth the wait” he gently muttered into your neck as you stroked his hair and rubbed up and down his back, the calming actions sending him to sleep.

[aemonds-wifey]

One shot requested by the lovely @moonchildrenandflowercrowns

Summary: Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric find out Osferth is no longer their timid baby monk

Finan held up his tankard of Mead and swirled it before sitting on the table in the long house, he scratched his head “Uhtred when are we going for another hunt ?”

“Soon Finan. So eager to get away from Ingrid already?” Uhtred teased

Sihtric took a gulp of Mead “He’s not meant to be tied down eh.”

Finan pointed at him playfully “Your turn soon ya runt.”

Uhtred laughed as Finan looked around “Speaking of runts Where is the baby monk? He’d usually chip in with something about now. And ask where we would venture for our hunt…”Uhtred folded his arms “He might be checking on Y/N . See how her injuries are. I said she could heal at the villa when she felt well enough to go.”

Sihtrics eyes darted back and forth before Finan saw

“Something you want to share boy?” Finan said curiously

Sihtric inhaled “they went to the villa already Uhtred….He is not here …they went Two nights ago.”

Finan”: eyes widened in surprise “He took her up there…and he has not returned ?” He grinned like a giddy school boy.

Sihtric grinned too, Uhtred couldn’t help but smile a little too “She must be feeling better then.”

Sihtric mused “Maybe Osferth has a secret to healing battle worn Vikings ?! “ he jokingly said.

“Our baby monk and the Norse warrior.” Finan almost cooed “Gosh I hope she was gentle with him.”

Sihtric almost spat his mead at Finan’s comment

“I’m only saying! He’s our baby monk and she’s a seasoned fighter , remember how twitchy he was when we first met him? And he’s bedded a ferocious Viking!”

Uhtred tutted slightly “She’s not a wild wolf Finan “

Finan out stretched his arms “I’m just saying…she hardly spoke two words when we found her and brought her back and our baby monk is..well…”

Sihtric laughed “I knew he was full of surprises but this is so unexpected.”

Uhtred spoke next “Is it? Soon as he laid eyes on her I knew he was smitten.”

Finan nodded “True…he was determined to change her.”

Sihtric exhaled “Seems it worked …look at how she spared Haesten. Osferth said she altered her goal because of him.”

Finan laughed “Maybe he learned a trick or two on taking Vikings at the monastery?”

Uhtred nudged hun “Come on now boys we need to - “

Just as he began to talk the doors to the longhouse opened and Osferth’s head appeared. Almost in sync all the men watched as Osferth came in, closing the door behind him. His hair was slightly ruffled and his hands clasped together and over his front. He approached his friends and sat beside Sihtric.

“Osferth.” Uhtred said.

“Lord.” He said

Their eyes all watched him as he got comfortable , he noticed and almost blushed

“What is it?” He asked nervously .

Finans giggled which extended into a joyful laugh as Osferth’s ears went pink

“Enjoy your stay at the villa?” Sihtric said as he nudged him.

To their surprise Osferth did not deny this he simply only smiled and nodded. With his face turning into a smirk that stretched from ear to ear.

Finan patted him on the back and lifted his tankard “Well done Os. “ he looked at the others “Our man here is no longer a baby monk! “

Sihtric raised his tankard too “They grow up so fast.” He pressed his hand to his chest feigning innocence. Osferth smiled as Uhtred squeezed his shoulder “Does she make you happy Osferth?”

He opened his mouth to answer but Finan spoke first “The way he is grinning I’d say that’s a yes.”

Osferth nodded “I’m going to Marry her someday…Lord.”

Sihtric and Finan’s smiles turned to those of genuine approval and happiness.

Uhtred held his arms out , Osferth stood up and embraced Uhtred - as if brothers in arms.

“You are good for each other Osferth.” Uhtred said as he let go.

Sihtric hugged him next, patting him on the back . Finan got to his feet “You are a dark horse baby monk. Although I won’t make any more jokes…I’m happy for you my lad.”

Osferth smiled with genuine settlement in his face “Thank you…I am happy.”

[lollytea]

And when Willow’s actually ready for a relationship? Oh, Hunter doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s been so ready for so long but now it’s actually happening and it’s taking all his energy not to go absolutely ballistic to instead be like “oh awesome can I have a hug?”

[Refering to situationship]

Agsvdhbk Willow's decision was a very spur of the moment thing. At some point, she just could not take this anymore. She wanted him and she had him but it still felt like there was so much she couldn't do until she asked.

Hunter didn't catch on to the build up, so it was all very sudden. It threw him off balance. And now suddenly all these months of boldness with initiating affection and straightforwardness about wanting a real relationship all goes flying the window and it's like they're back in Camila's house again. Back in their usual wavering dance, where she flirts loudly and he blushes quietly. It's only until the initial shock wears off but it still packs a wallop. Like getting hit with a mallet.

The moment she says it, he goes very still. Like a prey animal. Eyes blown wide. Even his nose twitches like a nervous rabbit. And then there's an abrupt flash of gold light and Willow can't hold back her laughter as her brand new boyfriend (!!!!) is literally bouncing off the walls like a rogue pinball.

And then all at once, it stops, and he's once again standing in front of her. He straightens himself out, clearing his throat with all the dignity he can muster.

Willow politely does not acknowledge that just happened. He still gets a little embarrassed about his involuntary flash zoomies. She thinks it is one of the most adorable things he does, and she's really struggling to not just grab him and smooch all the life and soul out of him. She's already buzzing with her own excitable quirks. She doesn't notice her butt is doing that damn ridiculous waggle and her feet are pattering anxiously until Hunter manages to find his words.

"Awesome," He says with an attempt at polite nonchalance. He sounds like his vocal chords are being held together with nothing but patches and prayers.

"Can..." He chokes on his sentence and then pretends he didn't. "Can I have a hug?"

Willow's jittering nerves cause her relieved exhale to shake. They've gotten lost in hugs so many times that the grooves and curves of their bodies may have altered just to better cradle the shape of the other person. Hugging Hunter is safe. It's familiar. And at a time like this, when she's willingly jumbling her life around and turning everything upside down just because she's utterly obsessed with him, hugging Hunter is such a welcome invitation.

Her hugs have always been too tight. They're of the bone snapping variety. Uncomfortable to some, soothing to others. Hunter is the latter, thank Titan.

They sink into each other. And for a moment, everything is still. Everything but Willow. She can feel herself wiggling. She's over the moon. She's over the sun. She's over every stupid planet in Hunter's space book.

"Okay, I-I gotta...." Says Hunter breathlessly, arms still looped around her.

Willow peers up at him, her stomach already pooling with warmth from the sight of his twitchy smile and glowing red ears.

"I gotta, well, I-...this is. I have a lot to say and I've been waiting to say it." He is continuing, even when it seems like every word is strenuous. "About you. About how I think you're so--I mean, well when I'm with you, I feel-!! Lemme start over,"

Willow tilts her head as she watches him babble, drinking this up like she's trying to get drunk on it.

Hunter inhales, deep and steadying. Then he blurts out "I just want you to know that I--!" only to stagger to a halt when he meets her eyes. The corner of his mouth tries to tug itself upwards. There's a second of resistance, before all of his battle readiness melts into a wide dizzy smile.

"Stop that," He says to her. "Stop that and let me talk,"

Genuinely confused, Willow's smile widens and she finds that her facial muscles won't let her smile any wider. "Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that!"

"How am I looking at you?"

"You know!"

"I really don't," Willow says through a spurt of laughter.

But now he's pointed out that she's looking at him a certain way, she can easily imagine how.

These last few months, he's been looking at her with a kind of soft honest lovesickness that made her bones melt. When she made the mistake of glancing his way and getting caught under his gaze with his eyes burning like that, it became impossible for her to operate as a normal person. She had been all giggles and air.

If she's currently looking at him with any ounce of the power his expression had held, no wonder Hunter is fumbling so bad.

"How am I looking at you?" She repeats, snaking her loose arms a little tighter around his waist.

He loves getting his waist hugged.

It is like being back in Camila's house. When Willow knows she's doing something he likes and she keeps experimenting with combinations (e.g. touching his inner forearm and telling him he's really smart at the same time), just to see how flushed his face can get.

It takes him a moment to formulate an answer. The waist hugging certainly isn't helping him find his words any faster. She sees the way his eyes briefly widen as he feels the squeeze around his midsection. His fingers are on her shoulders and they're worrying the material of her shirt.

Hunter's smile is only getting worse. Wider. Wilder. The limitations of facial muscles simply did not correlate with the volume of emotion that Hunter was capable of.

"Like you like me," He says simply, looking both mortified and elated, that huge grin never faltering. He stared fixated on her collarbone, unprepared to look into her eyes again. "You're looking at me like you like me and it's...it's a lot..."

"I'm a lot," Replies Willow breezily.

"I know..." He mumbles.

Another squeeze around the waist. "And I do like you,"

A panicky giggle falls out of him. His eyes are shyly flicking to hers for brief intervals, as though he's adjusting to the intensity. "I know..."

He does adjust. With time, he's making himself perfectly at home under the light of her hopelessly infatuated eyes, while she is likewise learning to exist under his.

He gets his words out too. And he managed to spit them all out with only minimal stammering, even while Willow continued to have the audacity to look at her boyfriend like she likes him.