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Just did the shiny Rayquaza raid and I honestly barely did anything, this kid brought god and annihilate this poor Dragon BFKSBJXBS
#i did two play rough my game was going really slow out in 10 second the beast was down đ jfbsjxbsjd#they brought a new meaning to ââI have the power of god and anime on my sideââ#but thank you whoever you are I really got a shiny rayquaza for FREE đ#alex.txt
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THEY'RE COMPLETE??
My picture taking game has really taken a dive in this last stretch, so you'll have to bear with me through some bad lighting and angles. In my last post, I talked about how the edges of my pattern pieces frayed significantly, taking most of the seam allowance with it, but I thought it was still savable. I did not get pictures of how bad the pieces looked, unfortuantely, but trust me, it was rough.
I lined them up and sewed them with the smallest seam I thought I could get away with, then used my pinking shears on the edges of the seam to try to prevent further fraying. I was able to attach the front and back of each wing into approximately the right shape, but I was sure that they wouldn't look symmatrical enough either in size or spikes. I was pleasently surprised, then, when I put them on the frame to check and found they still matched pretty well! I did take some pictures at this point, but there's a 10 picture limit on posts, apparently, so I'm leaving them out for more interesting things.
The next step was to trace the pattern for the boning/fingers (like bat wings, ya know?) onto each wing. This made it very clear how much the wings had shrunk because the pattern hung a couple of inches off the edge of the wing on the two lower fingers... But that's ok! I really just needed a guide for the size and angle of the channels. I used my Frixion pens liberally, hoping that I wouldn't ever wear the wings in a cold enough climate to make the marks show up again after I ironed them away (more on this later).
Pictured above: One wing on the wing frame with the traced finger channel lines in dark blue (or maybe it was purple?).
I sewed along those lines. The first wing went swimmingly. While working on the second wing, I realized the fabric on the bottom, a scrunchy gauz (which is the outside of the wing) was getting bunched up in some places on the vertical channel. I checked the first wing, the one that had gone "swimmingly," and sure enough, the bunches existed there, as well. The second wing had to have its stitches picked and resewn a few times while I played around with different techniques. I ultimately decided there was no way to avoid it (and I was getting tired of dealing with it), so I said fuck it and let the bunches exist. Honestly, I don't hate them.
Pictured above: The left and right wing and their bunches. You can see the bunches on the left one are more evenly spaced and almost look intentional. I couldn't replicate that with the right wing, which looks more... organic.
The next step was to sew the two outsides of the wings together to cover the back of the back plate. I was again concerned that I had lost too much fabric to the fray to be able to sew them together, but I again decided to just try it and see how it turned out. I really didn't want to have to dye another strip of fabric to stick inbetween there. And boy am I glad I tested it out because there was totally enough fabric!
Pictured above: Wings on wing frame with back pieces sewed together to hide the back plate! You can see the seam right down the middle.
The final step was to insert some wire into the channels to give them dimension and be able to shape them, but before I did that, I needed to iron-erase the marks I drew on. I find this process very magical, so I took a video for you.
And finally, the last step! I got some thick soft wire meant for gardening and fed it into the finger channels. It has a rubbery texture which of course prevented it from sliding in easily, so it was a long, slow process, but so, so worth it! I also added small pieces of wire to the two top spikes and the two bottom spikes to help fill them out, though I'm not sure they're really going to stay there long term becuase there's nothing but friction from the rubber casing holding them in place.
Pictured above: A length of the green soft gardening wire to be inserted into the finger channels.
Every time I tried to shape the wire before putting the wings on, it would look wrong once the wings were hanging naturally, so I had my husband help me shape them once they were on. And with that, we have the final result!!!
Pictured above: Front and back with wings closed.
Pictured above: Front and back with wings open.
I am SO happy with how they turned out. They have a lot of mistakes, but even so, they look so cool. And Simon's wings are a little fucked up anyway. This is the largest project, both sewing and prop-wise, that I have finished with time to spare before the event AND that has actually fully come together. I don't have to be pinned in. Nothing has to be glued on. I don't have to worry about what angle I'm photographed from to hide unfinished elements. It's just... done. I'm proud of myself for seeing it through, especially when I contemplated giving up so many times (and in the past, I probably would have).
I will of course make one more post with pictures of me with the intended outfit(s)!
Future Enhancements:
The harness is black and the shirt I'm planning to wear is yellow, so it's going to show. If I can manage it, I may try to make some covers for the harness straps as well so they blend in a little better, but we'll see. SSCoNE is less than a week away at this point!
Aside from the harness, my next planned upgrade is Spadey, of course! I'll plan that for SSCoNE 2025.
And now it's time to start designing a second pair for my renaissance faire outfit!
I would like to thank Dimension20's Fantasy High: Sophomore Year, Crown of Candy, and Unsleeping City campaigns as well as Bridgerton seasons 1&2 and good ADHD meds for being my constant companions during this process. This is really the perfect project for binging D20!
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Kinktober, Day 20
Day 20: Watersports
Pairing: Rain x Phantom
Word count: 933
Rating: explicit
Tags: use of aphrodisiacs, rough sex, dirty talking, piss kink.
A/N: Please, read the fucking tags. I don't wanna be responsible of any kind of trauma.
<<You're such a messy Bug, aren't you?>> Rain had told him with a smile as he placed a small pot filled with water on the stove.
<<I promise I'll be more careful this time, but please, can I borrow some picks? I won't lose them, Rain, I swear>>
The water ghoul answered with a chuckle.
<<I'll give you some later, but now get a break, Bug, you've been working too hard today>> he told him in a soft voice, pulling a chair and inviting Phantom to sit <<come here, relax with me, I'm making some tea>>
He needed to practice. And he was always losing those damn picks all around the ministry. But how could he say no? Rain looked like he really cared about him, he couldn't refuse to stay with him.
After all, it was just a small break, right?
Rain carefully placed two teabags inside of the boiling water.
Just 10 minutes, right? Just a cup of tea and back to work.
But, obviously, it didn't go as he expected.
<<Huh, isn't it starting to get a bit hot here?>> the quint ghoul asked as his cheeks flushed with red after finishing the cup.
<<I don't know, Bug>> Rain answered faking innocence. He was definitely hiding something.
He looked ridiculously pretty. Phantom didn't know why, but he felt the sudden urge to pin him against a wall and-
<<I don't like this thing>> the water ghoul interrupted his thoughts <<do you want it? I don't want to throw it away>>
That tea wasn't actually that good, but Phantom didn't mind it. He accepted the second cup, Rain had barely taken a few sips.
It was starting to get hotter, the water ghoul was getting more and more fuckable. Phantom soon realised that he was getting hard. And Rain immediately seemed to notice.
<<Yeah, this aphrodisiac tea really tastes like shit>> he suddenly said with a grin.
<<This fucking what?!>> the quint ghoul shouted.
<<Oh, maybe I forgot this little detail>>
Phantom quickly got up and grabbed him by the throat, the water ghoul smirked.
<<You like playing these little games on me, don't you?>> he spoke with a menacing voice that did nothing else then make Rain hornier <<Now get your ass in my room and do something about it, you fucking slut.>>
<<Fuck, Bug, you already came twice, how are you still going?>> Rain whined as the quint ghoul kept bouncing on his dick.
He was a mess. Completely sweaty, his chest covered in the little ghoul's cum, his lips all red and swollen from the kisses, red marks on his thighs left by Phantom's claws.
And it still wasn't enough.
<<Next time you'll think twice before pulling those stupid tricks of yours on me>> he spat out as he slowly slipped away from his lenght <<I'm tired of riding you like a toy, come on, fuck me with my back against the mattress>>
Rain could help but obeying.
He carefully positioned him at the centre of the bed, then lifted his legs to hold them on his hips. Phantom let out a loud moan, feeling his deep slow thrusts.
<<FasterâŚ>> he whimpered grabbing the sheets <<âŚharderâŚ>> he really was out of his mind, all he wanted was to chase another orgasm <<âŚplease Rainy>>
The water ghoul started getting more rough, Phantom kept moving louder and louder, starting to feel a hot sensation building up in his lower abdomen. He also felt some pressure there, but didn't care about it, he only needed to cum.
<<Fuck, fuck, keep going I'm so close>> he whined again.
<<You really are insatiable, aren't you, messy boy?>> the water ghoul answered with a grin. At this point he was literally folding him in half.
The pressure on his lower abdomen kept getting worse, but his orgasm was so damn close.
When Rain hit his sweet spot with one last firm thrust and his orgasm kicked in, he finally realised what that pressure in his lower belly was.
But it was too late.
And the worst thing was that he enjoyed it.
He closed his eyes, hiding his face behind his hands. When he got brave enough to finally open them again, the water ghoul was looking at him with a surprised expression, his cheeks flushed red. His belly, such as the sheets under them two, were completely wet.
Phantom felt like crying, he tried to escape by slipped away from Rain, still covering his face.
<<Bug! Come here, please, you don't have to be embarrassed, IâŚ>> the water ghoul tried to stop him from running away.
<<Don't be embarrassed? I literally pissed myself while you were fucking me!>> he answered holding back tears, too embarrassed to look at him.
Rain quickly got up to hug him, the little ghoul definitely needed some comfort.
<<My Bug⌠my messy little BugâŚ>> he whispered to him as he kissed him on the head.
Phantom wiped away a tear from his face as he buried his face in Rain's chest.
<<You won't believe me but that was so fucking hotâŚ>> he told him tenderly caressing his cheek.
The quint ghoul finally looked at him in the eyes, the water ghoul looked pretty aroused.
<<Please, please, Bug, do it again, I'm begging youâŚ>> he whined as he got on his knees in front of him, palming at his lower belly <<but please, now do it on my faceâŚ>>
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A-Z NSFW(Nikki Sixx)
this is my third time writing this so please excuse how bad it may or may not sound
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
At first Nikki wasnât good with aftercare, he was used to being really selfish during and after sex so when it came to you he didnât really know what to do afterwards. After you guys had done it a couple times you had explained to him why aftercare was important which ultimately changed how he treated you after sex. He slowly became more caring and affectionate wanting to cuddle with you, get you whatever you want/need, and he will clean you off.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
Nikki fucking loves your legs and your neck, your legs though, like dude is obsessed with them. There's something about them that makes Nikki feel a certain type of way, as for your neck...itâs a jealous possessive thing. He loves to mark you up, especially when he is jealous, so your neck is the easiest place to go to.Â
As for himself, heâll tell you his dick. Mostly because that thing can do wonders. It pleases you, it pleases himself, what is there not to love about it?Â
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Nikkis cum is everywhere. Itâs that simple. He wants it everywhere. The fucking sight of it afterwards is like a piece of art to him, idk why heâs like that, heâs a filthy dude, ok? I mean like yeah cumming in you or somewhere on your is fine but no this man just loves being dirty and getting it everywhere.Â
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He doesnât really have much, heâs a open book, heâll tell you everything he likes and wants to do but maybe that he loves to fuck in public because he wants to get caught. You guys havenât got caught yet but Nikki really wants you to, like if you ever notice Nikki will extra loud in public itâs for that reason.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Hello? Heâs Nikki fucking Sixx. What do you think?
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary. He loves to watch your face and your reactions while heâs fucking you. It could also tie in with that jealous side of him knowing that no other guy would see you like that, knowing that what he is doing is putting you in your most vulnerable state it all just turns him on even more.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Nikki is a fiend. Nikki is not a saint. At least during sex, meaning Nikki is serious as can be. Heâs all about devouring you and wants to do it better than how he did last time so he has no time to be goofy. But, there are those rare moments where that all disappears and he becomes softer and more gentle, like he will hold your hand and smile, that could happen for special things like birthdays or just when he wants to be more romantic.Â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He didnât groom that shit at all for the first couple times yall fucked, but he started to around the same time aftercare became a thing. As for color it pretty much matches the rest of his hair.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Like I said he has his moments, itâs not like he doesnât like to be romantic with you he just feels like it would be even more special if that side of him came out at more special times.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
I donât think so. I think Nikki is always horny and heâs kind of learned to just deal with it but if he canât and you arenât there to help him out he would call you and get off with phone sex.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Spanking, choking, and roleplay. Theres a lot more like wax play, bondage, etc etc. But I think spanking, choking, and roleplay comes mostly everytime you guys fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh he loves when you call him daddy. He likes when you sound like a needy whiny mess. Oh and Nikki is a dom no doubt, you can take control sometimes but he is a whole other level of dominant.Â
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Tour bus, dressing room, hotel rooms, closets, bedrooms, cars, really anywhere. I think he likes bedrooms because thats where the kinky stuff can happen but he likes a challenge and will try that stuff in public. He has tried to fuck you over every piece of furniture, couch, counter, desk, etc. Like I said earlier he loves to fuck in public so... expect that anywhere you go.Â
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
What doesnât though? Nikkiâs jealousy will get you bent over a piece of furniture in .5 seconds. Nikki after a concert is him running off stage and pulling you in the closest room possible. Whisper in his ear or talk in a lower tone then your natural talking voice and you two are in bed. Like it doesnât take much from you to turn him on.Â
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Threesomes or Voyeurism. Like I said Nikki is jealous/possessive. No sharing. I think the idea of it would turn him on until it actually happens and he would end up getting up really jealous.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
The dude is a fucking god. He loves receiving but giving? You wonât be able to walk. So he likes both receiving and giving. receiving because he loves to see you on your knees for him and the way you look at him while your giving head, while giving he loves to hear the way you sound, the way you taste, and the way your body reacts to him and his tongue.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough. âThe faster you go the more orgaisms you can get in a night, the slower you go the less you get in the same amount of timeâ idk. NIKKI LOVES ROUGHNESS, like seriously he is not a easy simple cum and go guy. Heâs a iâm gonna fuck you so hard that youâre gonna cum 10 times by morning type of guy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If heâs horny and youâre there then youâre having a quickie, he prefers to have time to fuck but honestly you both get horny at the mist random times so it just has to be done.Â
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Hahaha, yes. Anything you wanna try Nikki is down. Iâm serious anything, anything at all he will say yes, heâs always looking to try new things with you especially things he hasnât done with anyone else before.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Night to morning. Morning to night. Idk maybe. I think he will keep going until either you or him say you canât handle it anymore. But as for rounds I would say 4 to 6 maybe a half an hour to a hour long.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I think he has some, not as much as one may think but I feel like he may have a couple vibrators, bondage, some plugs, dildos, blindfolds, handcuffs.Â
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
BIGGEST FUCKING TEASE. He loves teasing the shit out of you. Will have you so close to having a orgaism and then pull away with a big stupid fucking grin on his face.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He wonât make a sound until he leans down to your ear and will start grunting and moaning, it drives you wild and he knows it which is why he does it everytime you guys fuck. He has and always will do that unless youâre in public then thereâs no stopping whats coming out his mouth.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He loves dirty talk, but mostly from you. Itâs the only time you have ever actually seen Nikki visibly weak. He especially loves when you do it and look at him innocently, it really pushes him to a limit that no other woman has before.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Now from the pictures that I totally havenât seen ;) he isnât small but he isnât huge. I think heâs a grower not a shower which is fine, he knows what he is doing and knows how to use it right.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He could take you anywhere, anytime, anyday. Heâs ready whenever heâs just waiting for you to be ready too.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes him a little longer to fall asleep then it does to you so while youâre asleep and just lays there cuddling you wondering how you went from whatever he was just fucking into a soft innocent looking angel.
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death valley (m) | part 8
summary: welcome to death valley. once youâre in, thereâs no telling whether youâll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize
pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jin x reader, jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader
genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au
wordcount: 9.0k
warnings: reader discretion advised. rough sex, physical roughness, sadism kink, pain kink, breast play, fingering, elevator sex (semipublic), praise kink, dirty talk, unrealistic endurance (this is one day LMAO), attempted fire play, bondage, guns, attempted shootings, knife play if you squint, spanking, degradation (name calling, slut shaming, being really mean lolol thanks jin), crying kink? lot of crying, toxic and manipulative behaviors, jin steps on you so thereâs that, character death, heavy drug use, paranoia/fear, voyeurism, sex while intoxicated, me trying to put some humor where i can, sweet dom!jungkook, wild dom!jin, and a sprinkle of dom!taehyung ;) ALSO eyebrowpiercing!jungkook. very important.Â
a/n: s/o soowoozoo!bts for being my inspo.Â
part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | series navi | masterlist |
F L A S H F O R W A R D--
Goosebumps spread across your skin as the silence set in. The room was chilly, air conditioner buzzing in contrast to the slick humidity of the summer night waiting for you outside. The white light made your eyes ache, the walls were plain, dry, empty.
You stared blankly at the table in front of you. The sound of the pen scratching paper made you ache, remembering kinder days when you and Hobi would be goofing around and writing songs. How did you get here? How did you let this happen?
The previous night, you had dreamt of being at a concert, somewhere far from Death Valley. Losing yourself to music and molly, a soft pair of hands on your hips as you danced the night away, singing at the top of your lungs. Those same hands wrapping around your waist, nose tracing behind your ear to whisper to you how pretty you were. How hot you looked and how badly he wanted to tear your clothes off with his teeth.Â
You allowing him to pick you up so easily, take you back to his car where you scrambled into the back seat. Like children. The first kiss was magic, you were glued to him and could barely move on. He wouldnât leave you for a second, he wouldnât let you breathe. Your lips were hot on each other, soft moans and giggles. Swallowed smiles as you drank one another in, bodies like waves crashing against each other.
Hands wandering until he had you where he wanted. Where you wanted. He loved you down so incredibly good. How he was able to tear you apart while still being so sweet, you could barely even fathom. His teeth dug into the flesh of your breasts, fingers hooking around your panties.Â
His tongue ravished your figure. There was no part of you left untouched, no part of you that wasnât completely ablaze with arousal. You would arch your neck back as he lapped away at the sweetness dripping between your legs, your hands combing through his wavy black hair.
His tongue knew where to go, he knew how you liked it, and your fist clenched as he fucked you with his mouth through and through. He always made sure you came first. Always. Every single time.
Whether you had mere minutes or long hours, he loved the way you tasted, making sure you knew that at every chance he got. Sloppy wet kisses traveled up your stomach to your chest, up your neck, hands caressing your ass, scratching your back, holding you close for a moment.Â
You were whisked away into heaven, just briefly, as his thick cock would push into you. Your pussy pulling him in, wanting to feel the familiar but oh so incredible stretch that only he gave you.Â
Taehyung. You sobbed as he fucked you, allowing him to kiss the glossy tears off of your cheeks as he rolled his hips, angling so perfectly to nudge deep within you. His sinister grin, his giggles, his chaos. You were in the hands of disaster but you never felt more safe.Â
Why are you crying dumbass? He would find your state amusing, continuing to fuck you, thrusts long and smooth. Quick, but slow enough for you to savor each second. Your whining lost behind the wet sound of your bodies colliding.
Where are you? Are you watching this right now? Youâre not really dead are you?
Stroking your cheek, he leaned down to whisper against your mouth. The words he would keep on saying, echoing back to you. Play along. I wonât hurt you.
What exactly you were playing, you were unsure.Â
âLook at meâ Your eyes darted up to meet Jinâs deceivingly innocent eyes. âIâm gonna ask you again, did you kill Kim Taehyung?âÂ
You gulped, sweat collecting onto the cold handcuffs around your wrists. Jin glanced at the mirrored wall, before letting out a heavy sigh.Â
âIt appears that Kim Taehyung was murdered about two hours before the party. We found your gun near the body.â Jin holds up the custom weapon Yoongi had given that was unmistakably yours. âWhere were you at that time?â You felt your eyes getting heavy.
âI wasâ You lips were chapped, mouth clammy with a bitter taste. You looked him dead in the eye, stomach sickened by the amusement glistening within them as you struggled with your response. You knew he was getting a kick out of it. You wanted to spit on his face. You wanted to slap him, to scream, to flip the table and break out of the windowless room that caged you.
âI was with...y..â Jin smirked, leaning back. You cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute.
âWith who Y/n?â
You glared at him. He was treating this as some sort of role play. You felt queasy at the thought. Someone was dead. Dead.Â
âYou. I was with youâ
F L A S H B A C K--
The morning rays slid through the expansive glass wall of the hotel room, causing Yoongiâs eyes to flinch, squinting as they opened and took in the day that presented itself. He sighed heavily, the weight of the previous night still on his mind. You were still asleep, but he could see through the chaffing beneath your wrists that you were not comfortable. He took the leash and fastened it to the headboard, ensuring you had no escape.Â
Grabbing his keys, Yoongi quickly got dressed in a white hoodie and left the room. He needed to find out the truth for himself. He couldnât afford to have you lying to him already.Â
It was so frustrating to him that you couldnât just be honest with him. He had been immensely open with you even if he was not proud of what he had to share. Why would you hide things? Hadnât he proven himself to you? Hadnât he done everything to win your heart?
Yoongi sighed. His anger issues were core to his being. It was part of his true self, but he had spent years trying to become someone you would fall in love with. All he wanted to do was make home in your heart, but no matter how many of your suitors he ended up threatening, beating to a pulp, and forcing them to bail on you, there was nothing in his power that could tear down that goddamn Park Jimin poster on your bedroom wall.
There was nothing he could do to stop you from writing small fantasies in your journal that you kept stashed in your bedside drawer.Â
Yoongi would be lying if he said he didnât come close to killing Jimin multiple times before. But he realized that would not have delivered him a solution. If Jimin died, you would mourn. You would still harbor that love for him and never have an opportunity to see what he really was. It was because of this Yoongi, with Taehyungâs helpful insight, had orchestrated a way to destroy Jimin in your eyes.Â
Jimin was then introduced to Yoongiâs two weapons of destruction, Taehyung and cocaine. Yoongi worked hard to build himself up as a successful music producer. He had to be better than Jimin, had to make sure he could offer you everything Jimin could and more.Â
To his surprise, you did move on from Jimin, at least the reality of him. But this fantasy of who he used to be remained pinned to your heart. After Jimin quit music, the mention of his name would still cause you to blush and smile. It made Yoongi want to throw up.
You had to see for yourself. Yoongi learned what it was that attracted you to Jimin and embodied just that. You liked that you had to chase him, you liked that he didnât give a shit about you. You liked that he never noticed you and you had to pine for his attention. You liked that he was dedicated to his music, you liked the lifestyle he was associated with. You liked his lack of emotion and fantasized of him showing his true colors to you and only you, a sensitive, sweet, charming guy. Anger was not a part of this persona at all.Â
When he felt like he had driven Jimin crazy enough with the drugs, he decided to plant rumors on stan twitter that Jimin would be signing with his label. Using his personal relationship with the singer, he was able to sign him on. He conveniently then offered you a summer internship, knowing full well you would be coming for one reason alone. Park Jimin.
Yoongi wanted you to fall straight into his arms. He rented out every available apartment for the months you were searching for a place to live, forcing you to reside in his building. He wanted to win you over naturally. He wanted you to work with Jimin, hook up with Jimin, and end up loathing him. Loving Yoongi instead.Â
Jiminâs gang activity was getting on Yoongiâs nerves. Taehyung told him Jimin was in Death Valley, that you saw Jimin at Death Valley. When Yoongi heard from you, not Taehyung, that you had been kidnapped, along with Namjoon nonetheless, Yoongi had enough. He was used to giving Taehyung plenty of unsupervised jurisdiction, so Jiminâs accident was not a surprise to him.Â
But you sympathized with Jimin, which was not what he wanted. He then decided to take things into his own hands, threatening Seokjin into throwing the fight to leech Jimin of every cent he had. He broke into your apartment, fucking everything up so that you had no choice but to come to him. To need him.Â
And when Jin didnât lose, he had no choice but to reveal to you who he was. Even after all his honestly, all his trust, you still lied to him.Â
Yoongi was furious. He arrived at Death Valley, using the front entrance. Pulling a mask over his face, he barged in, surveying the silence as a sign that the bar was empty. Through the kitchen he arrive at the back storage room, accessible only by key, where all of the surveillance had been set up years ago.Â
Monitors were spread across the wall, but Yoongiâs eyes narrowed in at one that was coming up with no feed. Your apartment. Someone had fucked with the cameras. Yoongi types away at the main monitor, enlarging your apartment footage and reeling back to find the moment the device was destroyed.
He sees Taehyung, whispering something to you. Next thing he knows the stream is blank. He grits his teeth, as all the pieces fall into place. He was a fool. How could he have been so blind? Taehyung must be in love with you. He must have, after watching you for so many years. Yoongi scowled at the thought of the ways Taehyung may have seen you, naked, vulnerable, ways that only he should.Â
He had trusted Taehyung. Taehyung had only ever shown interest in money and Yoongi thought that was enough. Taehyung must have fucked you over and over again once the cameras were dead. What a whore. It made sense then that he had cut the line through his branding on you. He was the only one who could have. He had access to you and he was psychotic! He must have forced you to lie. You wouldnât ever hide anything from Yoongi, no, Yoongi was the man of your dreams. You felt grateful that you had him, didnât you?
He tilted his head, cracking his knuckles before he punched the glass screen, causing the feed to go haywire and sparks to erupt. Kim Taehyung. You are dead to me.
Yoongi growled lowly before picking up his phone. âItâs me. I need to see you. NowâÂ
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Hobi kept his hand on the small of your back as he led you down to the hotel bar. The two of you nodded politely at the staff members who were busily preparing for the big event. The bar was empty aside for a few guests enjoying their brunch-time mimosas.
Hobi couldnât really revel in the fact that the two of you were getting drinks together, almost like a date. His mind was too caught up in the initial shock he felt when he saw you tied up in his bossâ bedroom. He felt upset, but moreso he felt violated. He wondered if you were getting taken advantage of. Did he promise you a promotion? Was he manipulating you?
Punishing someone like that, Hobi was never one to kink shame, but it seemed a bit much. The name burned into your skin did nothing to ease his concern. Someone who was possessive, violent, impulsive. It reminded him of...
Hobi didnât know. He didnât know who gave him orders. He really didnât care once the cash rolled in, but it began hitting too close to home. He wasnât thrilled about hurting Namjoon, but two duffel bags of cash were enough for him to momentarily set aside his morals.Â
âWhat should I get?â You surveyed the small menu of cocktails. âWhatâs gonna fuck me up the fastest?â
Hobi snorted, âTequilaâ He twirled your hair as your gaze remained glued to the menu. The thought of you being in danger upset him greatly âY/n...when did Yoongi brand you?" You called the bartender ordering a line of shots to which the they glanced at the clock before giving you a weird look.
âThe night of the rematchâ You told him, reacting before you realized what you had said. Your lip tucked between your teeth as you tried to conjure an excuse. A row of shot glasses was placed in front of you. You took one, gulping it down before letting out a heavy sigh. The bitterness burned down your throat. You basked as the liquid hit your mind, easing you slightly.
âYoongi was at the fight?â Hobi recalled the wild night that the three of you had been at Death Valley. It was the first time he ever saw the man giving him orders. The man was tall, broad, had dark hair and wore dark clothes, face covered in a mask. Could it have been...Yoongi?
âY/n!â The two of you turned to see Jungkook approaching the bar. He had changed his hair, the blue swapped for a short black cut, and you couldnât help but double take at his new eyebrow piercing.Â
You downed another shot, glancing at Hobi who had raised his eyebrows seeing the drug dealer. Jungkook gave you a light hug, waving timidly to Hobi. You smirked, another shot down the hatch. âEasyyyy Y/nâ He placed a hand on your back as he slid into the seat next to you.
âThe fuck are you doing here?â Hobi sneered. Jungkook rolled his eyes, used to the condescending treatment of gang members. "Didnât you get stabbed or something?â
âI did!â Jungkook grinned, âIn fact, thatâs exactly why Iâm here. I think I figured out who Mr. Bossman is, and I wanna fucking kill himâ
Hobi rolled his eyes, âOh reallyâ
âKim Seok-motherfucking-Jin baby. He stabbed me. Heâs the one who showed up and threatened me to move out of Y/nâs apartment, so heâs probably also the one who called for the kidnapping. And he might have called for Jiminâs accident. It makes so much fucking senseâ
Jin did what? There was not enough alcohol in your veins to act like you didnât fully understand what he had just said. Jin had Jungkook move out? It wasnât impossible. And thatâs what scared you. You blinked at Jungkook incredulously, âBut heâs literally a police officerâ
Jungkookâs grin widened, âExactly! Itâs fucking brilliant. Heâs a cop, he fights for the other side. He wins no matter what and can never get caught. No one would ever suspect him. Winning despite being threatened? Who threatened him huh? Itâs a fucking ploy. Youâre not dead and neither is he I bet. Kingpin. Boomâ
You felt sick, knowing that Yoongi was not the only person you needed to be worried about. It was almost funny how blatantly misinformed Jungkook was. âWow you guys are idiots.â You muttered under your breath, taking another shot before coughing roughly. Should I tell them? Why did Jin lie? Is this even the truth? Jin always tried to pin things on Jungkook, but you defended him. Hearing his words now made your head spin. Heâs lying. Jungkook is lying. You wanted to scream, frustration flooding through your veins as you clenched your fists.
âIâm gonna tell Jimin and Taehyung what I know. They will give me so much money dude.â Jungkook chuckled, âAnd then theyâd kill him, oh God finallyâ
Hobi pursed his lips, mouth feeling dry as he reflected on Jinâs eerie words before he shot him in the leg. He didnât know where Jin was anymore, handing him off to be taken somewhere. It didnât make sense. His orders were to seize Jin if Jin won the fight. Why place an order like that all? Why do any of this?
âY/n, come with me.â Jungkook tugged at the sleeve of the oversized Nirvana shirt you had thrown on after your shower session with Hobi. You giggled, the thought of Taehyung coming into your slowed thoughts like a hurricane, tearing up any understanding you thought you had of the situation. There was only one thing you believed. Only one thing you knew with full certainty and it was all you could hold onto.
âOh my goodness itâs Yoongi. Itâs Yoongi. Itâs always been Yoongiâ The words spilled from your lips like the tequila that dripped down the side of your lips as you took yet another shot, giggling like a ditz. Jungkook and Hobi exchanged confused looks with each other, only making you laugh more. âI would fucking know okay!â Your laughs grew loud, âI was locked up in his fucking apartment and where the hell were all of you huh? Dumb fucking idiots!â You buckled over, laughing into Jungkookâs chest.
âJungkookâ Hobi sighed, âI gotta get back to work. Can you get her sober please?â Jungkook nodded. He held your waist tightly helping you stand, walking with you carefully to the hotel elevator.
The laughter wouldnât stop. Passerbys shot the two of you dirty looks as Jungkook pulled you into the elevator easily. Through itâs glass walls you could see the midday skyline, where outside people hustled through life as if everything were normal. Must be fucking nice. âY/nâ Your laughs began to choke in your throat, turning instead to the sobs you tried to suppress with whatever will you had left.Â
Jungkook placed his soft lips on your shoulder. Hands sliding onto your waist as he peered at you curiously, âY/n, is everything okay?â
You shook your head, the elevator door closed as tears began forming in your eyes. Your voice croaked, âIâm dead. Heâs gonna kill me. T..taehyung is gonna kill me. I...I know he will. Heâs everywhere. Everywhere.â You looked around frantically, suddenly feeling hyperaware of the security cameras littered throughout the public space. âI wasnât supposed to tell anyone...Iâ You hiccuped. Jungkook pulled you into a tight hug.
âItâs okay sshâ He stroked his thumbs them across your cheeks, cupping your face affectionately. âIâm here arenât I?â You sniffled, nodding lightly. âI got you okay. No one is gonna hurt youâ
You stared into his kind brown eyes. You did not trust him, your entire body was screaming at you not to trust him. His fingers danced down your figure, freely gliding over your heaving chest, desperately trying to breathe with the fear that choked you from within.
You blinked at him, eyes glancing down at his pouty lips before finding his eyes again. âY/nâ Jungkook whispered, barely inches from your lips. âI wonât let anyone hurt you okay. I promiseâ
Fat tears rolled down your face at his words. Jungkook clicked his tongue, cooing at you as he continued to wipe away your hears. âOh you poor thingâ He held you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, before tilting your face up to his.Â
He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut as his lips landed on yours, swallowing you into him. The taste of tequila was evident on your lips as he kissed you softly, and you allowed yourself to surrender to his warm touch.
You felt heat pooling in your chest as his fingers trailed up your legs. He traced circles into the inside of your thighs, letting his fingers tease the edge of your shorts.Â
âJungkookâ You inhaled sharply, his hot breath tickling your neck as you tilted your head back. He licked his lips before sloppily latching onto your collarbone, sucking down to litter your skin with wet kisses as his fingers slid down your shorts, just barely so that he could roll his hips into you.
He pushed you back against the glass, fingers trailing across your bare thighs before sliding beneath your panties. Jungkook ran a finger over your clothed folds, making you clench down.Â
âY/nâ His voice sounded equally as desperate as yours, barely audible over the sound of his heavy breathing. âFuck I missed youâ You gasped as his fingers slid under the fabric. He pushed a finger in, allowing your tight cunt to accustom to it before adding another finger not long after.Â
His other hand slid beneath your shirt, pushing your bra up so he could run his thumb over your nipples, his touch featherlight, leaving you breathless. You rolled your eyes back in pleasure, bucking your hips up as he slowly pumped you with his fingers.
âThatâs it baby, just like thatâ He whispered, lips pressing into your neck. You let out a shaky moan as his fingers quickened, pumping in and out of you as you latched onto his shoulders. âLook at me. Look right at me babyâ
He brought his lips over yours, just brushing them across your skin so he could gaze deep into your eyes as you fucked yourself onto his fingers. You cried out his name as the friction began to overwhelm you. His fingers easing you right where you needed them, pleasure searing through you as he watched your every move.
"So good for meâ He pulled his fingers out, doused in your sticky arousal before he placed them into his own mouth. Your eyes widen as he licked of every last bit of you and smiles. âYou taste so fucking good babyâ
He kisses you again, harsher this time as his hips roll against you. Your fingers grip his hair as he pulls down his sweats, allowing his cock to spring out.Â
âYou want my cock?â He ran his tongue over your lips, tugging at them slightly as he stroked his cock. You could feel his hand moving between your legs. âYou want my big cock in your little pussy?â
You gulped, nodding as Jungkook looked down, lining his tip against your folds, pushing in only slightly before meeting your eyes again. âSo warm and wet for me, fuckâ He pushed in further, groaning as you spread your thighs wider, allowing him to thrust as deep as he could. He stilled briefly, kissing you again âYou take me so well baby fuck. So fucking tight for me. My pretty babyâ He stroked your face, thumb pushing into your mouth slightly.
âDoes it feel good?â He mumbled, pulling out just slightly before rolling his hips back into you. He picked up a rhythm, fucking you deep and slow, hands clawing at your breasts.
âYeah...feels really goodâ Your eyes fell shut, enjoying the fulfilling pleasure of his movements. He pulled your shirt up, burying his face between your breasts as he continued to fuck up into you.Â
âMmm yeah I betâ He pushed your bra up, allowing his fingers to pinch you nipples. He took one into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the small bud as he began to suckle you, looking up to your face and enjoying your reactions. âYouâre so fucking pretty you know that right?â He sucked on your breast harshly before leaving it with a soft kiss and moving onto the other. âSo perfect for meâ
His thrusts quickened, driving you up the wall as his hands fell to your hips. You burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt your high approaching. âJungkook...Iâm...â
âYeah?â Jungkookâs voice was raspy with lust, âYou wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock, wanna hear you make those pretty little moans when you cumâ
You cried out with every thrust as he pushed you over the edge, and you felt your pussy burst with pleasure as you came, the sloppy sounds of your arousal echoing through the small space. Jungkook groaned as the hot liquid covered his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.Â
âThere you go. Good girl. Good fucking girl, just like thatâ He gasped, feeling his cock twitch slightly, buried deep in your cunt, âWant me to cum inside you baby?â You nodded, whining slightly, âYeah? You want it baby? Huh?â Jungkookâs hips thrust furiously at you, and he cupped your face, bringing his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes as he came. âWant my cum? Want me to fill you up baby?â
âYeah. I want it. Jungkook please,â Your whiny voice was enough to have him spurting through you.
âHoly fuckâ Jungkook buckled over, holding you tight as cum shot out of him, filling you up and leaking out onto the floor.
He pulled out of you quickly, pulling up his sweats while you fixed your own clothes. Sweat painted his forehead as he looked at you, panting with a big smile on his cute face.
âI missed thatâ He confessed, pulling you back into him by the waist. He knelt down and pressed his lips on yours, letting his hands slide to your ass and squeeze them softly.Â
You heard a familiar ring as the elevator door reached itâs destination. You jumped away from Jungkook, unable to get far as the strong boyâs hold on you remained steady.Â
"I see stabbing you once didnât really drive home the message huh Mr. Jeon JungkookâÂ
You felt goosebumps spread as you heard the sinister tone of Jinâs voice. He stood leaning against the elevator as if he had been waiting for you, twirling his knife around aimlessly between his fingers. âToo bad, I unfortunately canât kill you yetâ He turned to you and winked, âBoth of you come with meâ
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Sweat trickled down from Namjoonâs neck, his eyes glued to the tattered punching bag in front of him. His muscles were still sore, bruises still spattered across his bare chest. He didnât care. He was sick of feeling helpless. Under the dim lights of the boxing gym, he pushed himself, another hit, more force, ignoring the pain shooting through his limbs with every strike.
âDonât overdo itâ Namjoon rolled his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. âLast thing you want is to get injured againâ He turned to the sound of loafers echoing across the concrete floor.
âWhat do you want Yoongi?â Namjoon sneered. The producer smirked slightly, patting the punching bag playfully before pacing around Namjoon.
âIâm gonna kill Taehyung, and I know Jimin is gonna break hell. I need you to protect Y/n for me. Can I trust you, Namjoon?â His voice was stern.
âMan, fuck you Yoongiâ Namjoon groaned, âI put my life on the line for you constantly and you still have to fucking ask? Promise me. I want out after this. Promise me a record dealâ
Yoongi shrugged, âOkay fine. Iâll sign you. Donât let her out of your sight.â Yoongi inhaled sharply, âAnd I swear to God Namjoon if you even think about touching her, youâre dead to me. And I will know if you do.â
Namjoon rolled his eyes, lips parted, desperately trying to catch his breath. âYeah okay. Just get me my fucking record dealâ
Yoongi pursed his lips, pulling out his phone and handing it to Namjoon. âPaperwork is ready. You have one job. Donât fuck up againâ Namjoon clenched his fist as Yoongi chuckled in amusement. âI have some business I need to deal with personally. Keep her safe Namjoon, pleaseâ
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You gagged, a puke-ish feeling clogging your throat as you coughed out. Your head was throbbing with pain as you squinted against the gleaming lights from the chandelier above your head. Glancing around, you realized you were back at Jungkookâs place, large dark wooden floors adding to the ambiance that just screamed rich in your face. The plushness of his large bed evident beneath you.Â
You get up slightly, peering across the room where you see Jin handing a large duffel bag to Jungkook, whispering something into his ear. Jungkook nods eagerly, shaking Jinâs hand before exiting. He turns back to you, smiling as he realizes you are awake.
âHey party girl. Recovered from our little day drinking session have we?â Jin chuckled. You scowl, searching around you as your throat desperately demanded water. Jin handed you a glass. âI just got Jungkook caught up, but you and I need to have a little talkâÂ
You exhaled before emptying the entire glass down your throat. âI know everythingâ You scoffed in spite, âI know everything you did, you fucking maniacâ
Jin smiled wide at the term, âI know. Jungkook told me you think I was behind all of the stuff thatâs been going on, stabbing him and kidnapping you. I mean,â Jin laughed, a tinge of condescendence in his voice, âYou donât actually believe that do you? Like, seriously how dumb are these guys. At least youâre smartâ
You frowned at his tone, unsure of how to respond. Jin raised his eyebrows at your silence before continuing, âOh come on Y/n. Use that little brain of yours hm? What the hell would I be gaining from all this? It was Taehyung.â
He extended you a hand, helping you out of the bed and pulling you up to stand before him, âWhat did he tell you huh? That heâs Yoongiâs friend or some shit? Taehyung doesnât give a fuck about Yoongi. And I know you know about him screwing over Jimin. Heâs trying to take over both gangs, not just Jiminâs, and heâs been lying to you this whole time.â
The bargaining chip. âWhat do you mean?â You followed the flat echoes of his footsteps down the hallway into the same office that you had Jimin tied up only a few days ago. You suppressed a smile as you noticed the curtains were still torn.
âHeâs distracting Jimin and Yoongi with you. He wants them to get up against each other so that he can sway the gang loyalties towards him by showing that their leaders priorities are off. Look hereâ Jin motioned towards a laptop on the large desk, playing security footage of what appeared to be Death Valleyâs parking lot, where people were loading bags of cash into what could have been Taehyungâs car. âHeâs robbing them. And you know what else Y/n? When heâs done with all of this, heâs gonna kill them both.âÂ
No. No way. Betrayal stung you as you process Jinâs words, âYouâre just a pawn in his game. You were bait. He just needed to you get Jimin and Yoongi to fight amongst each other. And you let him, didnât you?â Jin chuckled, patting your cheek. âI know he kept telling you that you could trust him. That he wouldnât hurt you. It was bullshit Y/n. This man only cares about one thing. Himselfâ
You thought back to the first night you laid your eyes on him, back when his hair was a faded green, his sweaty tan skin contrasting his dark leather jacket. The look of familiarity in his eyes and the gleam from his diamond studded watch. You were a fool. He strung you along.
âWhere is he?â You growled, âI wanna hear it from him. I wanna ask him myselfâ
âAbsolutely. In fact, if youâre up for it, I was wondering if you would be down to do another little mission for meâ Jin winked at you. You scowled, folding your arms over your chest, âIf we donât kill him first, heâs planning on killing Yoongi tonight before the party. I know because I got him to let me in on his little coupâ Your heart dropped, âYou donât want that do you?â
"Noâ You blurted.Â
âSo letâs kill him first. Come on, letâs go get you dolled up for this partyâ
As you left the office, you couldnât help but notice a familiar figure standing at the other end of the hallway.
Namjoon? Your eyes locked with his. He pressed a finger to his lips before pointing at Jin and shaking his head. What is he trying to say. Namjoon seemed to have a warning look in his eyes. You simply shrugged at him, before running down the hall to catch up with Jin.
Namjoon exhaled, watching from a window as Jin and you drove off, likely heading to the hotel. Looking at his palm he saw the way his nails left imprints in his skin from how hard he was clenching his fists. Namjoon wasnât necessarily a fan of Taehyung, but he knew a thing or two about him from Yoongi. Taehyung would never kill people. He was averse to it for some reason, Namjoon always thought it was ironic for him to be a gangster given that quality. Taehyung could torture anyone, threaten anyone, but he didnât have it in him to take a life.Â
Which meant that Jin was lying to you. Namjoon never liked Jin. Even aside from all the hits he had taken from the strong man, he always felt something was off about the guy. He feels uneasy about what he had just seen transpire, and decided to go find Yoongi.Â
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âDo you want some coke?â You were in the middle of washing your face when Jin walked in with a bag of powder. âI could use a hit, I donât know about youâ
âOh hell yes. Thank youâ He poured out a line on the bathroom counter using a quarter, watching with a small chuckle as you inhaled the drug, nose pressed against the cool marble. You sighed, wiping your nose and flashing a big grin in the mirror âDamn. I needed that. I didnât know that you useâ
Jin bit back a smirk, âI do.â He poured another line on the same place, this time taking a hit himself. âA lotâ
âOh. Officer Jin is a druggie like the rest of us huhâ You teased. Jin poured himself a gin martini, taking a sip, eyes alight with amusement. âDoes that turn you on ever? Do you ever have a hottie cuffed up and theyâre like please Officer does that..you know..turn you on?â
Jinâs eyes widened at you âNot any hottie, no. Now if I had you cuffed up saying thatâ He chuckled, pulling you to him by the waist âThatâs a whole other storyâ You pushed him away playfully.
âWhat?â Jin said mockingly, âDonât remember that night where I gave you the best orgasm of your life?â His traced his lips up your jaw, and you could feel his smile against you.
âWow. Cocky are we?â You raised your eyebrows. âIâve had some pretty good sex in my life. Hard to say if that was the bestâ
Suddenly, Jin pulled his knife from his back pocket, glancing in the mirror as he traced the blade across your neck just enough for you to feel the sharp cold metal glide on your skin, pinching without actually making you bleed. âDonât even lie. You loved fucking me. Donât you remember? How fucking wet you were?â His breath was hot against your lips, but it was the look in his eyes that had you weak in the knees.Â
Taking his knife, he slit clean down your shirt, tearing it off of you to reveal your bare chest. âOn the floor slutâ His whispered, flirty demeanor now shifted into something dark. Something feral.
You gulped, taking care to slide your bottoms off, not wanting him to slice them up before lowering yourself down onto the tiled bathroom floor.Â
Jin set the knife aside, pulling out his lighter and setting in on the counter before shedding his own clothes, even he kicking off his shoes. He lifted his foot, and you watched with a curious gaze as he placed his foot on your chest. He kept the weight off of you, much to your relief, and you couldnât help but feel absolutely filthy as he rolled your breasts under the sole of his foot. You had never done anything like this. It seemed so dirty, but felt so good.Â
âOh my god Jinâ You gasped as he switched onto his other leg, taking his foot and shoving it into your mouth, watching in amusement as you gagged over his toes.
âLook at you. On the fucking floor. Naked little whore. Letting me do whatever I fucking want.â He removed his foot from your mouth, letting you catch your breath before you looked up at him with quivering eyes.
He felt blood rush to his cock at your expression. Licking his lips, knelt down, climbing over you to gently trail his fingers where his foot had been moments ago.
âAnd you love itâ He sneered, letting his nails dig into your breast, âYou love the pain donât you you fucking slut?â When you didnât answer he grabbed your jaw, pushing his fingers into the edge of your mouth. âI asked you a fucking questionâ
âY...yesâ You exhaled. You felt his fingers tease your clit, teeth tugging on your lobe as he laughed darkly.
Jin reached for the martini glass âTurn overâ He growled. You found yourself with your breasts pressed flat against the floor, Jinâs cock pressing into your ass. You gasped as he poured the drink onto your back. âThis is gonna burn. And youâre gonna take it like a good girl. I know you are, you let Yoongi do it so I can tooâ
âWait whatâ Jin pressed your face down with one hand while the other grabbed his lighter, âJin. Hold on.â Your voice rose in fear, which only turned Jin on more. He watched as you writhed under him, trying desperately to get away. âJin seriously. Thatâs not funnyâ
âShhh. You can take itâ He cooed, flicking the flame on he slowly lowered it to your skin, bringing it nearer and nearer to the doused skin. You yelped as you began to feel the concentrated heat. Your entire body was petrified. âEnjoy it baby. You like it. You love it. You let Yoongi do it so why canât I?â
âJin. Itâs not you, I'm just not ready for something like this pleaseâ Jin cocked his head aside in irritation, stopping the lighter before it actually touched you and tossing it aside. âI didnât let Yoongi brand me he just did.â
Jin stilled momentarily. âAnd you still love him? Even though he did that?â
You didnât answer. That alone was enough for Jin to rage. He slammed your face back down, the blow giving you a dizzying sensation that hat you getting wetter by the second.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â He growled, âHow can you love someone like that?â He pulled your face up, bending you back until you were flush against his chest. âI donât want any of them touching you again. You understand me?â He let go, giving you whiplash as you fell back to the floor. âAss up. Nowâ He spanked your ass hard, causing you to yelp. The stinging pain vibrated to your core. You couldnât help but love every second of it.Â
Jin knew that you were scared of him, he could feel it. He could also see the way your thighs would clench whenever he did anything to you. You were his favorite drug. He was going to ruin you.
He grabbed his belt from the pile of clothes on the side, âHands underâ He demanded, rolling his lip through his teeth as you obeyed him right away. He took the belt tying your wrists to your knees under you.
He took a moment to admire his work, your shivering body all his for the taking. You had no where to run. He had you now. âWho gives it to you the best him?â Pulling you towards him by your thighs, he didnât care that your knees would burn against the smooth tile as he lined his cock up with your folds. He spat down, a glob of saliva landing on your ass before he used his cock head to rub it all over you. He could hear your shaky breath, your whiny moans that made him want to fuck you even more.Â
He slapped his palm onto the curve of your ass, bending over your to growl into your ear âFilthy whore. You disgust me. You let them all just do whatever they want to you, donât you have any fucking self respect?â He could see his words were hitting close to home. You pursed your trembling lips as Jin smacked you again in the same place.Â
âWhen will you fucking learn huh? This pussyâ He reached his hand to harshly cup your cunt, shoving two fingers inside you without warning. âThis pussy belongs to me. Youâre mine. My cockslut whoreâ Taking his fingers out, he shoved them into your mouth âYou taste that? That how desperate your needy little cunt is for meâ
Your legs were strung together, making it all the more painful when he finally began to push his cock inside you, using his fingers to scissor you open so that he could get deep inside you. His length pushed against your tight walls, your cries and curses only motivating Jin to push further.Â
âWho owns this cunt huh?â Jin pulled your hips back, burning your knees each time as he pulled you on and off his cock. Your ass slammed into him with each blow.Â
âYou do. Holy fuck, you doâ You gasped, practically screaming as your whole body ached with pain and pleasure.Â
âThatâs right babyâ He pinched your clit, making you yelp as he flicked at it, pounding into your relentlessly.Â
âJ..Jinâ You mumbled, lips still half pressed on the floor, âJin please. Feels goodâ Jin scoffed, âGonna cum...gonna cumâ You inhaled loudly as you felt your high approaching. Your eyes clenched shut as he edged you closer and closer, fingers furiously attacking your clit until he stopped.
You let out a loud sob as Jin yanked you up by your neck âYou really thought I would let you cum whore?â His grip tightened, cock twitching at the way your voice sounded choking, the water streaming from your eyes and the drool at the edge of your lips. He kissed you, licking it all up in the process. Â
âLook in the mirror. Look at how pathetic you are. I want you to remember the only person whoâs ever gonna let you feel this goodâ You looked at your reflection, seeing only your faces and the way Jinâs nails dug into your neck. He pushed you forward so that your chin was on the countertop. You coughed out, watching as he resumed his thrusts, punishing your clit with the jarring movements of his fingers.Â
You screamed, pleasure crashing over you in a wave of tantalizing heat. You gushed onto his cock, tears falling from your eyes due to how overwhelming the sensation was. Jin continued to whisper filth right into your ears but you could no longer hear anything. Your vision became hazy, not minding the blow when Jin shoved you back onto the floor and pounded you to his own release.
On the other side of the wall, Namjoon leaned his head back and sighed, glancing down to see his cock in his hands, now completely covered in cum.
-
Taehyung chewed on his gum nonchalantly as he paced around the luxurious hotel, checking out all the fun features. The pool deck was nice, the lobby exquisite, and his favorite part, the cafe, smelt delicious.Â
Yoongi had asked to meet him in his suite. On his way there he ran into you, and you knocked his breath away. He always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you looked elegant. It was such a surprising contrast to your usual getup, but you looked amazing. He was about to tell you just that when he finally registered the hurt look in your eyes.
âYou liarâ You slapped him with everything you had. Taehyung backed away in surprise. âHow could you use me like that? Over and over again. I trusted you. You were really the only one I thought had my back. Without a fucking doubtâ You lunged towards him for another hit but Taehyung held your wrist firmly.
âWhat are you talking about? When did I use you?â Taehyung looked around frantically, âCalm down okay, letâs go somewhere and talk this through.â Your eyes flared in anger.Â
âDonât fucking tell me to calm down! Youâre gonna kill them!â You screamed. Taehyung squinted, noticing the slight redness in your eyes. He sighed in understanding, pulling you by the wrist into a corridor.Â
âY/n. Breathe. Tell me whatâs going onâ Taehyung attempted to calm you down but you were enraged. âAnd what the fuck are you on?â
Admittedly, you and Jin had ended up doing many more lines of coke, perhaps even molly, you were no longer sure, but you washed it down with the bottle of gin, finding it unprecedentedly hilarious that Jin liked to drink gin martinis.Â
âYou used me! To fuck with Jimin! And Yoongi! You lied to me! Everything you said was a fucking lie, everything you did, every stupid word that came out of your stupid mouth was a lie! You just want power. Youâre selfish, and...and...youâre gonna KILL themâ A dramatic gasp left your lips, Taehyung almost laughed, âYouâre gonna kill Yoongi. I...I canât let you do thatâ
You pulled out your gun, cocking it and pressing it against Taehyungâs chest. He instantly put his hands up. âY/n. Y/n stop. Thatâs not true okay youâre not thinking straight. Donât do something youâll regretâ
Your hands trembled around the gun âYouâll kill them. Youâll kill them both...I canât let you do thatâ
âHold on!â
Too late. You pulled the trigger.
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Hobi wandered through the parking lot looking for his car. His eyes narrowed on a familiar vehicle, thinking back to when he had loaded the drug money from the last fight.Â
So. Is that guy Yoongi then? The one I kept seeing? Hobi wandered over to the car. Peering inside the passenger window, his eyes locked on a small item on the floor of the car. He squinted to read it, it appeared to be some sort of credit card.
He stepped back, realizing what the name on the card was. He glanced around before taking the end of his gun and ramming it into the door handle. The door creaked open, allowing Hobi to swipe the card up. He slid it into his pocket, before hurriedly returning to the hotel.Â
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Namjoonâs eyes widened as he watched you pull a gun out on Taehyung. He had been thoroughly entertained as you yelled and slapped him, knowing full well that you were high out of your mind.Â
Namjoon couldnât understand Jinâs plan at all. He had eavesdropped on everything so far, as per Yoongiâs orders. Why would Jin ask you to kill Taehyung, why wouldnât he just do it himself? He knew you would hate yourself if you actually killed him.Â
He had also been thoroughly disappointed at how easily Jungkook had bought into Jinâs agenda as well. The things people do for money. Namjoon sighed, realizing that he was pretty much acting on similar motivations.Â
You were ready to pull the trigger, and Namjoon was almost certain you wouldnât do it, until he saw your finger begin to curl. He ran towards the corridor as fast as he could.
âHold on!â He yelled, but it was too late. Taehyungâs eyes flew shut.
Namjoon blinked, not hearing the familiar gunshot sound. You looked equally confused, glancing down the barrel of your gun. Taehyung let out a shaky sigh of relief, sliding down the wall.
âIt...was a blankâ You mumbled. Namjoon rushed to your side, pulling you away from Taehyung. âWhat the...what was I just about to do?â His heart clenched as your lips parted in shock.
âTaehyung are you okay?â Namjoon asked. Taehyung nodded, clearly shaken up but managing to get a hold of himself.Â
âWhat the fuck is going on?â He growled, âWho gave her a gun? And who gave her drugs while��she had a gun? Fucking hellâ
Namjoon stroked your back as you let the gun drop to the floor, the weight of your actions finally hitting you.Â
âIâm so sorry. Taehyung I...â You looked into his eyes. Those eyes that always left you questioning what was really going on in that pretty head of his.Â
âYeah. Jin fucking fed her some interesting stories about how youâre using her. At least I hope theyâre just storiesâ Namjoon peered at him. âIâm Namjoon by the way, we havenât officially metâ
Taehyung shook his hand âHi Namjoon. I heard you make pretty decent musicâ He chuckled ironically, âY/n, I need you to tell me everything Jin said. Thereâs been some sort of misunderstanding, I promise you I wasnât taking advantage of you.â
Namjoon made a face, exchanging a glance with you as you nodded slowly. Namjoon was not entirely sure he should believe Taehyung. He supposed it wouldnât matter, when he knew that Yoongi was planning to kill Taehyung anyways. The more information he had, the better he could at least keep you out of trouble.Â
P R E S E N TÂ D A Y--
Security escorted you and Jimin out immediately as the media broke into a frenzy trying to figure out what had happened. You had hoped your acting skills had convinced him.Â
After Taehyung sobered you up slightly, the three of you had sat and schemed. Using everything the three of you knew, you were able to figure out that it really was Jin behind Jiminâs accident, your and Namjoonâs kidnapping, as well as Jungkookâs attempted murder. He was able to do all of this using Hobiâs help, but Hobi seemed not to know that he was receiving orders from Jin.
The question remained how and why.Â
âI know youâre not going to believe me. So I have proofâ Taehyung pulled his phone out, pulling up a recording of Jin tied up somewhere.
All I ask, is that when the dust settles, Y/n is mine. And I get to kill them. My way
You felt queasy seeing his earnest expression through the film. Namjoonâs jaw clenched, recognizing crazy when he saw it, wishing he could have knocked the guyâs brains out beforehand.
âListen to me. This guy is dangerous. I donât really understand why heâs doing all of this. He said he wanted to help me, but clearly thereâs some other motive here. Otherwise he wouldnât go behind my back.â Taehyung muttered.
âThe only way to know what he wants is to see what he does nextâ Namjoon pitched in.Â
You glanced between the two men, feeling weirdly relieved that you finally had some solid answers. Having Namjoon by your side after so long was the best thing you could ask for at the moment, and you clung to him, hands wrapped around his arm tightly. He thought it was cute.
âLet me fake my death. Letâs see what he does.â
The drivers took you and Jimin to the precinct. You looked around for Namjoon but he was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes met Jinâs briefly as he signed some paperwork. He winked at you.
âCan I have the body taken to get an autopsy report please?â You werenât phased by this. Taehyung had said he had enough contacts to make it truly believable that he had died. Jiminâs face was void of emotion as he watched the stretcher go past with the body on it.
You left the hold on his hand, your blood running cold as the body nears you. It was loosely covered with a white sheet, but the arm hung out limply from the sight.
That watch. Thatâs his watch.
Jimin pressed his lips to the top of your head, sliding his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him âYou okay babe?âÂ
âI...no yeah, Iâm just shockedâ You stammered. You looked up at him, allowing him to place a loving kiss on your lips.
Jimin felt for you, he really did. He himself was generally an emotional person, it was not something he ever tried to hide. But he always felt like his emotional energy was valuable. He didnât feel the need to cry. Not for Taehyung.
Jimin stroked your back softly, âItâs scary, I know. I know baby, but donât worryâ He licked his lips, eyes briefly meeting Hobiâs from across the room. Hobi gave him a knowing look.
âDonât worry. Itâll all be over soonâ
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Late Arrival. Spencer Reid x Reader.
(Not my gif)
Summary: Spencer is coming back home after an out of state case runs long. You fall asleep waiting for him, and when he finally does come home, he sees your outfit and there is no way he canât wake you up for a proper homecoming.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
TW: Brief mentions of masturbation (male and female), sleepy sex?? (I donât know how to refer to it), calling Spencer daddy (duh), fingering, reader trying to be dom and Spencer teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, a lot of praise kink.
Word Count: 3.2k
A.N: I saw @fics4arainydayâ put that she wanted someone to write this concept, so i did! I hope you like it! Also, Iâm bad at ending fics so đŹ... sorry!Â
link for lingerie I refer to: xÂ
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It had been 3 agonizingly slow weeks since your fiancĂŠ had been home.
Being engaged to an FBI profiler wasnât always easy. The days, even weeks being apart, Spencer coming home at all hours of the night too exhausted to stay awake and spend time with you, missing birthdays, holidays, anniversaries being states away on those occasions.
But in all honesty, you still wouldnât have it any other way.
Nobody else could make you laugh the way Spencer did. Nobody else could make you think the way Spencer did. Nobody could lovingly annoy the crap out of you the way Spencer did. And most importantly, nobody could fuck you the way Spencer did.
He has been gone for 3 weeks, but the week before he left, there wasnât a lot of sexy time going on since you were busy with your own job. It was the occasional quickie before having to rush getting ready for work in the morning, a quick mutual masturbation session on a lazy weekend, but no real âwake the neighborsâ fuck that you were so desperately craving. Keeping a healthy sex life was important to both of you.
So when you got the call from Spencer that the case was finally over and he would be coming home that same night, you knew it was go time.
You didnât have much self control when it came to online shopping when Spencer was gone, what else were you supposed to do? The goldfish you two had as a pet wasnât much company.
So you had treated yourself to a few new pairs of lingerie. Spencer was going to love all of them, but there was one in particular that you knew he was going to lose his mind over. It was baby blue see through with a floral pattern throughout the slip. It left very little to the imagination but that was your favorite part about it. Technically you were supposed to wear some sort of underwear but the slip looked better without it.
You took a hot deep shower and pampered yourself a few hours before you knew he was going to be home, that way you were nice and relaxed and ready for his arrival. You kept your hair simple since Spencer would be pulling at it all night. But you did put some makeup on just to enhance Spencerâs favorite part of your face, your eyes.
The mood of the room was set; the bed was perfectly made, the candle you had given Spencer for a âjust because presentâ called âBookstoreâ smelling like mahogany, leather, and coffee; lit on the bedside table. It was meant for him but you enjoyed it much more than him. All that was missing was Spencer.
You looked at the time on your phone, only 10 more minutes before Spencer was due home. You lay on your side of the bed, flipping through tv channels to find something to watch to occupy your time.
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Spencer turns the key to turn the car off, he drops his hands from the steering wheel into his lap, letting out a deep sigh. He could have been home over 3 hours ago but the jet back home was having engine issues, so the team had to fly through a regular airport⌠which meant waiting for a flight.
The case wasnât particularly a rough one emotionally, it was just long. Spencer missed you like crazy within the first few days of being away. Late night phone calls werenât the same as physically being with you.
Spencer grabbed his satchel, leaving the rest of his baggage to lug up to the house until tomorrow when he had enough rest. As heâs walking up the driveway he can see the light on from the kitchen, signaling you were awake and waiting on him. He knew how much you hated waiting, so by now he knew you were seething with rage. There was about to be a lot of apologizing he was going to have to do. Spencer unlocks the front door, dropping his bag next to the front door and kicking his shoes off right next to it.
âBabe?â Spencer calls out, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the back of the couch. He listens for an answer, but all he hears is the slight murmur of the tv from your bedroom.
Spencer begins to unbutton his shirt as he walks down the hallway to the blue hue of the tv shadowing onto the floor. He steps into the room, spotting you curled up on top of the comforter fast asleep. Before he could appreciate how adorable you looked, softly snoring, he noticed the little outfit you were wearing. You laid there on your belly, one leg straight while the other bent up on the pillow next to you.
He scans your body through the see through fabric, spotting the lack of underwear on your lower half while your butt was fully exposed to him. You were practically a step away from being naked. He quietly walks over to the bed and touches the hem of the slip and carefully hikes it up your butt, not earning a reaction from you.
Spencer quickly sheds his shirt off and throwing it off to the corner of the room along with his dark slacks, kicking them off quickly. Spencer carefully climbs into the bed behind you, laying on his side and palming himself through his boxers to get himself hard, which really didnât take much as his eyes rake over your body and his imagination runs wild about all the things he was about to do to you. He hisses as he strokes himself harshly, his cock growing harder every second.
Your body shifts next to him, a low grumble coming from your mouth as you shift in bed onto your side, your ass now completely facing him.
Spencerâs eyes widen seeing you move, he didnât want to get caught stroking himself less than a few inches from where he wanted to be. He finally scoots closer to your body, resting his hands on your bare hip, your skin a little cold from the lack of bed sheet or clothing on you. He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly slipping in between your folds, not yet sliding in. He rubs the tip of his cock up and down you, finding you were already a bit wet.
Your whole body jumps a loud gasp filling the room which makes Spencer pull himself back. Your head turns quickly behind you to look at Spencer, a little glimmer of fear in your eyes. âWhat the fuck?â You whisper yell at him.
âIâm home. And I see you left a present for me.â He says, whispering in your ear. âIs this okay?â He asks, his hand moving down your thigh and lifting it slightly for easier access.
âI donât know. Iâm pretty annoyed you were so late. Iâm kind of not in the mood anymore.â Your voice was laced with sarcasm as you cocked your eyebrow at Spencer.
He licks his lips, a smirk on his face appearing as he picks up on the little game youâre playing with him. âNo? Well I think I have some apologizing to do.â Spencer says, moving the strap of your outfit out of his way, kissing up your shoulder and over to your neck.
Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his soft lips pecking at your skin, a low hum coming from deep within your chest.
âYou know I missed my girl so much while I was gone.â He says, his hand traveling up the underside of your outfit all the way up your stomach and up to your breasts, kneading one in his large hands as he spoke in your ear. âI missed waking up to you.â Kiss. âSeeing your beautiful face.â Kiss. âHearing those sexy moans about how good daddy makes you feel when Iâm touching you.â Kiss. âAnd how wet you get without me even trying.â Kiss.
You were putty in his hands, the game of trying to be tough was no longer working, and Spencer was fully aware of it.
His hand leaves your breast and goes back down to between your legs, his fingers running over your inner thighs, intentionally skipping over your core.
You whine as his fingers tickle you, scooting your body back against him. âSpence.â You pathetically whine, taking his hand and leading it to your throbbing middle. You keep your hand on top of his as you feel him play with your slit, feeling all the wetness that was seeping out of you.
âYou want me to touch you?â He asks, kissing the spot below your ear.
âPlease, baby?â You beg, turning your torso enough to look at him, pouting your bottom lip out ever so slightly.
His fingers part your lips, finding your bud immediately and slowly drawing lazy circles around it. Your body reacts immediately, relaxing against his body as he massages you. Your hand moves back to tangle in his hair, pushing his head closer to yours, your lips meeting for the first time in 3 weeks. His fingers continue to work their magic, as you two heavily make out with one another; his tongue slipping into your mouth and yours into his.
Your body quivers as Spencer drops his fingers down to the pool of wetness between your legs, two of his fingers slipping inside.
You pull back from the kiss, gasping loudly. âFuck.â Your eyes flicker to his face, your mouth agape.
âIt amazes me how tight you are. Iâve been with you for almost 6 years and itâs always so amazing.â
You moan in response, not being able to form words at the moment.
The room is filled with the sounds of the wetness Spencer is drawing out of you and your breathy moans. Your high was coming quicker than anticipated, Spencer could feel it in your body and could see it in your face.
You cling onto his forearm, keeping him in place. Spencer liked to play games like denying you of your orgasms, but you werenât going to let him this time. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you fought to keep them open but you were far too overstimulated at this point. The knot came undone as you clenched around his fingers, a string of curse words and desperate moans fall from your mouth as you ride your high out.
âThatâs it. Good girl.â Spencer coos, still slowly drawing what you have left out as you try to regain your breath. He kisses your cheek and moves his fingers out of you carefully. âDo you want to taste?â He questions.
You roll over onto your back, nodding your head and grabbing his hand, bringing it up to your lips, and letting him slip his middle and ring finger in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers, sucking on them harshly.
Spencer looks at you in admiration as you look up at him with innocence in your eyes. âI love that Iâm the only person that knows how much of a dirty girl you are.â
You open your mouth to let his fingers free, smiling at him. âAnd I like that I can be your dirty girl.â You say, wrapping your fingers in his curls and bringing his head down to kiss him. âCome here, I want to give you your welcome home celebration.â You say, moving him off of you.
âNormally Iâm all for that, but I need to be in you. Iâm not going to last long if you use your mouth.â
You sit up on the bed and get up onto your knees, pulling Spencer up to sit up too. You straddle his lap, cupping his face in your hands, rubbing both of your thumbs on his cheek, feeling a bit of stubble in his face. âYou look tired, my love.â
Spencer smiles, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest. âNot too tired to finish.â
You laugh, kissing him softly. âNo? You can go all night? Multiple times?â You teasingly question.
âWe can test that theory tomorrow. But right now, we have 3 weeks worth of tension we need to work out.â
âCan I ride you?â You ask.
âBe my guest. I like the view.â He smirks, laying back down against the mattress, his hands gripping both of your thighs.
You get into position, holding his cock steady while you lower yourself down slowly.
Spencer rolls his head back on the pillow, grunting loudly as he feels your tightness around himself. His hands move up your thighs and under your outfit to your hips, gripping them tightly.
You rest your hands on his chest to keep balance, slowly starting to rock your hips against him. Your eyes stay glued to him, watching how his lips were parted and light moans were falling from him. âDo you like that?â
Spencer nods his head, his eyes focusing on your chest bouncing up and down in rhythm of your movements on him. He was trying to focus on anything else in the world to prevent himself from cumming too early.
âTsk, tsk⌠words baby.â You tease, scratching his chest with your nails. âYou never donât know what to say.â
âItâs cute when you try to be the one in control.â
âI know Iâm cute. You tell me quite often.â You retort with a wide grin.
Your comment earns a laugh from him, playfully rolling his eyes at you. Spencer begins to buck his hips up quickly, taking you by surprise. His fingers move the straps down your shoulders, helping you move your arms out of the straps as you continue to move on top of him. He moves the top half of your outfit down under your chest, his hands like magnets and begins massaging your breasts.
âFuck, daddy,â You whimper, holding his forearms as he fucks into you. âThatâs so good, youâre so good.â
Spencer sits up, letting you take control again. His thumb finds your clit, starting to rub it slowly, his soft brown eyes watching you melt into his touch.
Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, small whimpers leaving your mouth. You lean your body forward and nuzzle your head into Spencerâs neck. You start to kiss his pale skin, raking your teeth against it.
âMmm, fuck.â Spencer moans out, applying more pressure to your clit as he feels a small pinch on his neck. âYou going to cum for me again, pretty girl?â
âNot yet.â You whine in his ear.
âIâm going to move you. I want to fuck you.â Spencer says, moving your body off of his, earning a whine from you as his cock leaves you. âBend over for daddy.â He says, helping you lay flat on the mattress while your butt is in the air, facing him. âMmm, youâre so pretty, my girl.â He says in a low voice, both of his hands kneading your ass.
You whine pathetically, pressing yourself against him. âDaddy, please.â
Spencer smiles, grabbing his cock and slowly sliding back inside you. âItâs cute when you try to take control, but even cuter when youâre a whiny mess.â His hand grips the back of your outfit to hold onto as he fucks you from behind. This was his absolute favorite way to have you because of how hard he could slam into you, but the reaction you gave was even better.
Your hand finds his wrist and holds onto it as he  thrusts into your dripping pussy. He could feel how you were coating his cock every time he drew himself back out of you. âI love your cock.â You mutter out.
âThis is your cock, baby. You take it so fucking well.â He grunts out, now struggling to keep from exploding. Anytime you fully submitted to him, he was done for.
You had such a strong personality outside of the bedroom that most people wouldnât believe you were submissive 9 times out of 10.
âAm I your good girl for taking you so well?â You question, looking behind you to look at Spencer with innocent eyes.
His heart and cock fluttered at both your question and your eyes, you always played the innocent card so well. He grabs all of your hair in his hand and gently pulls it back toward him, making you whimper again. âYouâre always a good girl for me, my love.â He responds. âSuch. A. Good. Girl.â He thrusts into you harshly with each word.
You start to rub your own clit, bringing your second orgasm to the surface for the second time tonight. âYouâre going to make me-fuck-me cum. Donât stop, please donât stop, daddy.â You were gasping as you spoke, desperate for your release.
âCum for me, let go my girl.â Spencer says, taking over for your fingers to help bring you to your height. He rubs you quickly, trying not to lose it before you.
Finally you feel your walls clench around his cock, both of you moaning loudly. You moan Spencerâs name along with multiple curse words as he continues to rutt into your sensitive hole.
Spencer pulls out quickly, rubbing himself as he feels his own climax coming to a head.
âNo, come back. Put it back in me, please.â You whine, reaching behind you to find Spencerâs cock and lead it back into you.
âYou want me to cum in you? You want it inside you?â Spencer groans, seconds away from losing it.
âPlease. Cum in me, Spence.â You beg, meeting his thrusts.
Spencer thrusts one last time before he spills himself inside of you, his grip on your hips squeezing as you slowly stop throwing your hips back against him. âFuck, youâre so good.â He whispers, his eyes shutting as he feels the tip of his cock tingle.
Both of you stay in place as you try to regain your composure. You can already feel your eyes flutter closed, heavy from being tired. Spencer finally pulls out of you, making you hiss and lay flat on the bed.
âBaby, come on, we gotta go clean you up.â
âNo.â You whine, closing your eyes again.
âYou need to use the bathroom and clean yourself up. We have this conversation every time youâre too tired to get up. Come here, Iâll help you.â
You poke your bottom lip out into a pout as you reluctantly get out of bed, holding Spencerâs hand as you walk into your bathroom together. He helps clean the mess inside you up with a wet towel before leaving you alone to use the toilet.
Once youâre all settled, you walk back into the bedroom, finding Spencer getting the bed ready for both of you to lay down. You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him from behind tightly. Spencer happily hums, reaching behind himself to touch your arm.
âI love you.â You say, giving him a squeeze.
âAnd I love you.â He says, pulling you around to give you a kiss on the lips. âDo you want to sleep?â
You nod your head, climbing into bed first and getting comfortable right away as you watch Spencer slide in next to you, laying on his side to face you.
You grin ear to ear, kissing his chin. âHi baby.â
âHi pretty girl. You good?â He questions, lightly touching your cheek. You lean into his touch and nod. âIâm perfect.â
Spencer brings you into his chest, his fingers rubbing small circles into your shoulder. âYeah, you are perfect.â
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NSFW Alphabet // Thomas Raggi
words // 1161
warnings // smut
pairing // Thomas Raggi x Reader
author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok i was going to post an actual fic today but something came up so I did not finish it but I had these already done soooo. yeah.
request // yes in a reblog
summary // self explanatory
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
Thomas is utterly soft regarding aftercare. He will give you back rubs and little massages when he has been dominant. But if you are the dominant one he is full on fucked out mode and he needs to be taken care of. He will be shy to say this at first but after the first few times you have sex and you see that he is exhausted from what went down youâll kind of force him to sit down and for you to take care of him. He will insist on taking care of you.
âHereâs your water, baby,â he almost whispers when he approaches you.
His eyes are droopy, half closed as he barely stands awake. His hair is messy, and thereâs a flush on his cheeks from all the action.
âThommy, are you alright? Should I be the one to take care of you?â Your words seem to have shaken him up, as if he is ashamed of needing aftercare.
âNo, no, no! I am fine!â
âPuppy, you arenât. Come on, come here,â you prompt, the man missing not one second to jump into your arms, âitâs ok to not be able to give me aftercare, baby. You deserve it just as much.â
The man simply sighed on your shoulder, eyes resting closed as he fell asleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
His favorite part of himself is most likely his hands. The man plays the guitar, heâs quite proud of what he can do with his fingers, thus why itâs his favorite part.
Now, on you, I see him being a thigh guy like Damiano. Heâd give his life to simply feel your thighs crush his head. Wow
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
heâs kind of shy about it when you guys are intimate, but only because he is generally sub. He will be asking for permission and all, beg to cum in you or on your stomach.
âAh, ah, please - can-can I cum? Can I cum on your stomach?â His voice is weavering, shaky with pleasure as he canât control himself any longer. It was torture to even ask and wait for your answer but he knew youâd stop all together if he did not.
âGo ahead baby, cum on my stomach- agh yes, so beautifullyâ
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Heâs fairly experienced, def had his fair share of sexual partners but he is not clueless thatâs for sure
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Iâd say he loves you riding him. Any position where you ride him is perfect in his head. He loves it when you are facing him and he can see your face but also he can feel your thighs any time he pleases
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I feel like he is generally pretty goofy in bed. He will crack a joke or two in the process of making comments about you.
âoh yes baby, ride that dick like a cowboyâ or something like that.
He will even have casual conversation with you while youâre fucking, like, âwhere do you want to eat after?â
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He does not really shave but he trims the hair a bit. Kind of the mindset of Ethan. Like he does not care too much but heâd rather you choke on his dick rather than his hair
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Can be very romantic if he wants to. There are def instances where he will surprise you with a nice dinner and then take you to the bedroom, with some low lighting, light music to get you in the mood and full on making love to you
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He jacks off to photos of you when he is away and in the mood. If he is with you he does not find a reason to do it. Youâre literally next to him and up to no good
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He is overall submissive, with like chokers on, heâd take a spanking here and there but it was not his favorite thing to do.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He looooves receiving oral from you. If you ask him, you are the most skilled he ever had. He does not prefer them compared to you but especially in terms of quickies and stuff he would die for them.
He would not hesitate to give back though, he is no little boy, innuendo intentional.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Heâs usually quick when he is close and chasing his orgasm but other than that he keeps a pretty satisfying tempo.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Heâs all in for them when you are trapped in spaces with other people for too long. He doesnât care if you have 20 or 10 minutes, if he needs you (and you want to of course) heâd hide in the bathroom and fuck you as quick as you both can take
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He is interested in the risky stuff and into trying new things but he might be a little shy at first. He will not initiate something different. At least not before you have a conversation about it and you reassure him he can tell you what he thinks..
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He has not thought about it much, and in all honesty he is afraid of you using toys on him but at the same time the thought makes him very hard. heâs open to try using them if you suggest it
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
ooooh a lot. heâs the absolute tease. innuendos when you are trying to have a wholesome conversation, thigh rubs when youâre in public, âaccidentallyâ hitting his arm on the wall and moaning in âpainâ... He has a devious brat mind
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
unless you tell him to be quiet, he has no intention on confiding his sounds of pleasure. he will moan, he will scream, he will groan, he will do all of it, and if you get complaints from neighbours⌠oh well, they should close their windows better
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
He is pretty big. Above average for sure.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He is horny all.the.time. There is not a day when he does not come to you with an âiâm horny, helpâ
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SFW Alphabet|| Megumi Fushiguro
A/N: Uhhhh Iâm back on my bullshit >:) itâs missing Fushiguro hours folks.
Word Count: 2050
A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
(If you want some more in depth affection headcanons click here)
Fushiguro is someone who isnât big on pda but makes up for it in private. In public, heâll hold your hand but in private heâs laying i your lap while you massage his scalp. Basically, heâs a big softie that just represses his urge to cuddle until heâs alone with you.
B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Best friend Megumi is literally the president of the Y/N defense squad. If anyone has a problem with you, they have a problem with him. Of course, you have to rein him in sometimes and remind him you can fight your own battles, but just know heâs lookin out for you.
C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Fushiguro loves to cuddle, but he will repress the urge to do so for as long as possible. Because of that, he doesnât let you go, preferring to cling to you throughout the night. His cuddles are always deceptively loose too. His arms give you just enough wiggle room but the second you try to get up, itâs like fighting two pythons.
D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I donât think he ever really planned on settling down, Megumi figured that heâd die long before he ever got the chance to settle down. Everyday is pretty much a new experience in terms of domesticity for him, he doesnât have plans for the future, but as long as youâre with him, heâll be happy.
E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
If he ever had to break up with someone, heâd probably ask for help on how to do so. The first person heâd ask (regrettably) would be Gojo whoâd tell Megumi to just ghost the person. After asking around some more, he figured Kugisakiâs approach of getting it over with as bluntly as possible (although less mean) was the best option.
F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Megumi isnât really the type for wedding ceremonies. Heâs all about commitment (even though working up to marriage for him is longer than most) but heâs not a fan of being the center of attention, so a wedding ceremony/reception wouldnât be his thing. If you wanted a ceremony, heâd be willing to compromise somewhat but otherwise, heâs perfectly fine with just going to the courthouse.
G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Heâs kind of rough around the edges. In private, he can be the sweetest, most tender soul, but in public heâll put 7 yards of distance between you both if you try to hug him. Basically, heâs very shy, so anything thatâll draw too much attention is a no go (he isnât opposed to linking pinkies though).
H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?
At first Megumi really only hugged you when he was missing you, sad, or tired. Over time though, he got better at becoming more open with his affection and heâll hug you whenever he feels the urge to. Despite that though, his hugs still have an undercurrent of desperation in them. He holds on just as tight each time like heâs afraid youâll disappear.
I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)
Heâs operating on a very strict âIf you donât say it, I wonâtâ policy and as such this man will not say a single thing to you unless prompted. He knows deep down that he loves you and that you set off butterflies in his stomach every time you smile, but he never really thought to verbalize that until you say âI love youâ first.
J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous)
Megumi doesnât get jealous, heâs fought side by side with you and he knows youâre more than capable of fending off any unwanted suitors. Megumi put a lot of trust into you by already being in a relationship so to him, it makes no sense to be jealous over you. That all being said, heâs not above the occasional side eye if someoneâs getting a little too buddy buddy.
K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
On a normal day, his kisses are so natural, heâs so slow and the pressure is just enough to have you thinking youâve got all the time in the world. In near death/ post-near death circumstances, heâs a little more feral. When he kisses you like that, it feels like itâs the end of the world and heâs trying to make the most of it.
L: Little ones (How are they around children)
Fushiguro isnât good with kids that arenât old enough to communicate. Older kids are fine with him, but guessing what a baby needs based on how loud itâs crying? Hard pass for him and he doesnât even feel bad about it. The last time he had to watch a baby, he tried to leave one of his shikigami to watch it; long story short, he had to explain to a cackling Gojo why his demon dogs wouldnât let him leave to go to the bathroom.
M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings with Fushiguro are pretty rare. Most of the time you guys donât really get to sleep in or even spend mornings together since most of the time thereâs missions or trainings youâll have to go to. When you do get the rare morning off, Fushiguro makes the most of it. He sleeps in and doesnât wake up before 10 no matter what you try. When he does finally wake up, he loves cooking breakfast with you, heâs not the best cook, but he treasures the experience over anything.
N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights with Megumi are also rare as most curses come out at night and thatâs kinda your guysâ job. If all goes well though, youâll both come back a little earlier and just go straight to sleep. If itâs a late night where the curse took more out of either of you than expected, yall usually stay up and talk and snack until one of you falls asleep or the sun comes up.
O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It takes him an extremely long time to open up to you about his past. Not because he doesnât trust you, but because heâs embarrassed and doesnât want you to think less of him for it (especially during his problem child era). To be honest, you probably find out about certain things from other people. Once heâs cornered confronted, heâll be completely (albeit a bit grudgingly) honest about it.
P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)
His anger is kind of weird, whereas before, he was a lot quicker to explode, bluntly telling off or even fighting whoever pissed him off, heâs changed. He tries his best to repress his emotions and as such, he comes off as patient, never expressing his true feelings/desires until pushed to the brink.Â
Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Â Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Heâs the king of remembering details you mention in passing. His love language is partially acts of service so for him, remembering details about you helps him later. Oh remember that one time you needed a pen/pencil but didnât have one? Never again, this man has a section of his shadows dedicated solely to pencils because of you. Oh whatâs that, you like this random song? Guess what just got added to the playlist he made for you. Basically, while he may not look like it, heâs actually a simp and so if he can make your life easier/ make you happy, itâs worth it.
R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
So Megumi is someone who doesnât play video games but is really good at them for no reason. One day, youâre playing a game of smash bros. and heâs just kicking your ass, like it was sad. Needless to say, after his 4th win, he âaccidentlyâ pressed the wrong button and let you win. He thinks you donât know he did this but when you won, you kissed him and completely flustered him, to the point that he couldnât play for a solid 5 minutes.Â
S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)
Despite knowing and trusting that you can defend yourself, heâs still super protective of you. Youâre one of the few people that he cares about in the world and heâd give everything to see you safe and protected. As for how heâd like to be protected, knock some sense into him every once in a while. He has a habit of self sacrificing so if you want to protect him, remind him that you want to keep him alive as much as he wants to keep you alive.
T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
On the outside, his dates are very simple. They usually consist of you and him either staying in or just hanging out at stores and the like. Every once in a while, heâll try to take you somewhere special, like a cove he found or a festival. For most people, these may be simple dates, but Fushiguro puts so much effort into so may aspects of your dates that honestly, anything bigger would lose the personal touch your dates have.
U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (Iâm gonna add arguments here because they arenât on the prompt list I found))
One of his worst habits is his self-sacrificing tendencies. Even during a baseball game, he canât help but sacrifice himself (especially if it means his friends/ you get to get the glory). With time though, he grows out of this and realizes itâs not selfish to want the best for yourself.
V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Heâs giving âI woke up like thisâ and itâs... itâs something. One might think the style is intentional since obviously, the look could only be achieved with gel, and to an extent, it is intentional. He might use gel to spike it a little more but the man legit rolls out of bed and chooses to leave his hair up like that.
W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
No, as much as he loves you, Fushiguro is an introvert. He needs time to just be by himself and unwind every once in a while, so heâs got no complaints if you leave him to his own devices or have to be gone for a long time.
X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)
Megumi has negative zero relationship experience. Heâs never found someone that was worth the risk/ worth opening up to, hell, he just barely got friends when he entered high school. Because of this, every part of your relationship is like navigating uncharted waters.
Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner)
Heâs less someone to dislike a specific thing/ personality trait, and more someone who doesnât like different people for different reasons, ex. Todo and Mai. If he had to pick a single trait, itâd probably have to be hypocriticism.
Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
He is someone who will fall asleep spread eagle one night and the next be huddled into a tiny little section of the bed. Mercy on you if you try to cuddle because now youâre wrapped up into his unconscious acrobatic routine.
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We Met Within This Screen (final chapter, pt. 2, the end.)
part one here
A/N: Thank you guys for all of your wonderful comments and the love sent my way for this fanfic. I've had a great time writing it despite its rocky moments. I really hope this ending does it justice; I've never gotten to write a proper conclusion to anything like this before. It's the first time I've ever completed a multi-chapter work such as this, so I'm happy. đžđĽ Here's to finishing what you start, and enjoy. :)
Just shy of a half-hour later, he was finished telling the story. She had sat the both of them down on the couch, one on each end, and he explained in great detail everything leading up to current-day. Tales of the ooze, Mutagen, as he'd told her; the rat named Splinter, a man formerly known as Hamato Yoshi, who had fathered and trained them; and lastly, their mission. Be of service, protect the city; have a good heart. And Donnie most certainly had a good heart. He was not the outlandish figure she'd first saw and recognized him as. He was the guy she had come to know as Bo, Donatello, who was the same person she'd talked to this whole time. At some points of the retelling, he got excited to share some of their adventures. This came after their humble beginnings of struggling in the sewers. Donnie was happy to share after so long of dodging saying anything about his life.Â
She nodded along to this talking. "...and that's how we're here," he said finally, putting his hands on his legs. "Since we're here, any questions?"Â
She replied with a no, looking over at the TV that had remained on the entire time. Donnie stayed seated as she got up and got the remote, also glancing at the clock on the wall, which read 10:45 PM. She switched the TV off. Looks like it's time to go, he thought. He rose from the couch and fixed the pillow he'd displaced.Â
"Donnie, this has been...strange," and for a split second, his face fell, "but not bad! Though, it is getting late."Â
 "Oh, noâyeah, no, I understand," he sputtered bashfully, activating the staff which collapsed back into its smaller form. He tucked it away somewhere on him.Â
For a moment, he simply stood there as if wanting to say something, but the words never found him. "So it's goodbye?" he asked quietly. The way he said it made it seem like he thought it was forever. But it was on until they figured out how to pick up where they left off after that night. Undoubtedly, things would be different going forward. He didn't know if that would be good or bad.Â
"Only until next time," she told him, a small smile present. He visibly relaxed. "You're still my friend, Donatello."
He smiled. "I knew that. Totally."
Showing himself out, he stepped onto the balcony, looking back one last time before he bounded away. He held up his hand and gave a small wave.Â
But she hadn't said bye yet, so he stuck around for a moment longer, though it was met with an awkward silence. He was beginning to go over the railing when she ran over to the door, stopping him. "Wait," she said, and he crawled back over the railing with a confused but curious expression. "I actually do have a question. Just one, before you go."Â
"Sure," he said, inviting her to go on. She had to look up to see his face being so close.Â
Tenderly, she asked, "Why'd you not tell me, after all that time? Would you have ever chosen to do this if it hadn't been for an accident?"Â
Donnie couldn't give her an answer on that.
He sighed, slightly shaking his head. "I couldn't, [y/n]. We've been through this."Â
"I only wanted you to trust me, Donnie," she responded. And that was, really, how she'd felt. Throughout their entire friendship, it had felt one-sided in that regard. Trusting but not trusted, but she hadn't any idea of what was truly going on, at the time.Â
Donnie pondered her question: If there hadn't been some kind of divine intervention, would he have ever had the chance to have something more with her than words on a screen?Â
He swallowed as she took a small step closer.Â
"I just wanted you to care about me." His volume was barely above a whisper. He clenched his jaw briefly, as if he was concerned over his own words. His golden-brown eyes wandered from your eyes on downward.Â
"I didâI do care about you, what makes you say that?" she questioned, puzzled.Â
He vaguely gestured at his body, "Wouldn't this be a little hard grasp over text? Isn't it hard to accept even now?"
Though she didn't answer, he had a feeling that he was correct about one of those thingsâshe did have to wrap her head around everything. Tentatively, both watched as her fingers brushed against his own. His hand moved along with hers, seeing and feeling the delicateness. Until they laced together as well as they could, her heart steady while his was beginning to race. His hand even trembled ever so slightly. He would have wanted to stay like that forever, had it not been for the fact that he was uncertain where they now stood. Where he stood in your eyes. What did this mean?Â
Putting her other hand on his shoulder, she tried to conjure a smile. But it flickered out as she murmured, leaning into him, "Does this answer your question?" She had to stand on the tips of her toes, while his hand tightened in hers involuntarily, almost too shocked to bend down for what was coming. The one thing he hadn't accounted for in their meeting, not onceâand it was happening.Â
He seemed like he was going to stammer something, but her lips closed the gap and planted softly on his.Â
There is no way.
There is no way this is happeningâbut I'm seeing it with my own eyes!Â
Donnie lost all control the moment her lips pressed against his. His hand squeezed hers, shaking as his heart pounded in his chest. I'm shaking. Why am I shaking?Â
His eyes which had been wide were now fluttering closed. For the better half of the kiss, every other thought beside the ones of her was ejected. He couldn't have pulled away, even if he'd wanted. He was hers completely. That was irrevocable.
It was only until she decided it was time to step back did they part, him looking at her entrancing face once more, and her swallowing heavily. That kiss had been something she'd dreamed of before. Never Knowing it would be held on the smooth, moist lips of a humanoid turtle, rather than those or a human man. In fact, she had to convince herself that she wasn't dreaming. Her hand slid down his shoulder and onto his chestplate. It was rough, almost possessing a grain under her fingertips. Her thumb rubbed the back of his hand. He thought he felt a tingle from the trail her fingers left.Â
Donnie was on Cloud Nine for a solid minute before coming back to his senses. "That...IâŚ" he struggled to find the words. For a brain that worked so fast, he felt utterly slow, then.Â
She cracked a smile, face contorted into one of hope and a hint of embarrassment. "Is it too late to say that I've waited to do that for a while now?" she laughed.Â
"N-no," he said, still trying to organize his thoughts. "No, it isn't."
"Okay, good," she replied with a relieved exhale.Â
Her hand went from his chest to his arm, feeling the taut muscle as it traveled down. His hand enveloped hers while the other lifted, going to touch her cheek. "Does this meanâŚ?" he trailed off.Â
"It means I really, really like you, Donnie. I have since we played that game."Â
He gently brushed her cheek with his thumb, "I really like you, too," he mimicked, voice soft.Â
Maybe even that was an understatement.Â
"I think IâŚ"Â
A noise nearby alerted him, and on instinct, he set her behind himself on defense. Don't be an attack now, of all times, he thought, listening closely. He told her to be quiet and to not say anything, using his forearm to gently push her back into the apartment. He pulled out his staff.Â
"Sup dude and dudette!" an all too familiar voice beamed, the orange-banded turtle appearing hanging upside down from the balcony above. [Y/N] shrieked, and Donnie nearly bashed his brother in the head, sucking in a sharp breath as he accidentally backpedaled into her. Mikey waved and flashed a grin. "Don't worry, we didn't see anything...except for you two kissing, that was really unexpected!" He flipped down onto the balcony, and Donnie grumbled something, going in for a zap to his brother's plastron. Mikey dodged it, this time. Donnie tried again; unsuccessful. "Oopâsaw that one coming," Mikey laughed, jovial.Â
Donnie groaned, half-embarrassed and half-annoyed, "Mikey, what are you doing here?"Â
Waltzing into her apartment, Mikey crossed his arms with a wink sent the human's way. "Michelangelo, wingman to the big special D right here," he introduced himself brightly, "but you can call me Mikey."Â
Donnie slapped his hand to his flushed face, hoping that he was the only one who noticed Mikey's less-than-classy wording.Â
"So you're all named after Renaissance painters?" asked [y/n], lifting a brow.Â
Exhaling, Donnie stepped between them, "[Y/N], this is Mikey, my brother. The one thatâ"Â
"Got you together!"
"âthat got us into this predicament," he'd almost said, but he realized as Mikey said that, he owed their meeting all to him. It had all started with that talk they had had late that day, after patrol, and ended on her balcony, Donnie getting to experience a kiss for the first time. With someone he'd never imagined he would have ever been able to touch, let alone share something like that with. Yes, as much of a hassle everything up until that point had been, it was all thanks to Mikey.Â
Donnie grinned, turning to his brother and draping his arm over the back of his shoulders. "Yeah, you did," he agreed. Mikey smiled as he looked down at him with fondness. He wrapped an arm around Donnie's shell in return.Â
"You know it, brah. Oh, and I take cash or piâ"Â
"Don't push it, younger bro." Donnie rolled his eyes.Â
Waiiiiit a minute.Â
Mumbling for [y/n] to hold that thought, Donnie, suspicious, crept over toward the balcony. "We"?
Mikey tried to make chatter with her while he did so, mentioning how he liked what she'd done with the place.Â
He checked if the coast was clear first before leaning onto the railing on his shell, squinting his eyes. And he was not surprised at all to see Raph and Leo looking down at him from over the edge of the roof. Leo had his recognizable expression of: "You'd better wrap it up." Donnie drooped his shoulders and ducked back inside. Couldn't last forever, he thought. Despite whatever was waiting for him on the roof or at home, he could still smile on the day he'd had. He would be thinking about that kiss for weeks.Â
"I guess it's bye for real this time," he told [y/n], sad to go what felt like so soon, but really was content. The night could not have gone better. "I have to, you know, go get flamed by my oldest brother. Probably."
"We'll be in touch, Donnie," she replied. "Um...text me when you get home? Just so I know you got there alright."Â
Smiling, Donnie nodded.Â
Mikey budded in, "Hey, don't forget about me here."Â
Chuckling, Donnie headed for the door, taking Mikey but the upper arm along with him. They stopped one last time to waved to her before making their exit.Â
Leo and Raph met the pair at the top. Raph was the first to speak, asking skeptically, "And yer sure this girl is alright?"
"Positive," Donnie answered with confidence.Â
After a moment of trying to come up with some kind of remark, Raph let out a huff. "You got the nerve, I'll tell you that." He held out his fist ready for a bump, and when Donnie didn't immediately reciprocate, grumbled "Well? Don't leave me hangin', Don." Realizing what he wanted, Donnie went right in for the fist bump.Â
Pulling away, Donnie asked, "So you're not mad?" He gave some space between himself and the incoming Leo.Â
Raph scoffed lightly and shrugged. "I may not trust her, but I trust you," he responded, gruff as usual. "Just don't expect me to be all friendly and whatnotâI ain't doin' it."Â
"You don't have to do anything, Raph."Â
And then Donnie was face-to-face with Leo, who's intensely blue eyes were trained on him for a few seconds too long. Donnie wondered what he was thinking until he sighed, and then spoke.Â
"I'm sorry."Â
Behind Leo, Mikey was in awe.
"That's a new one," Raph chuffed. He left the circle to watch from the edge of the building. Mikey stuck around, but only far enough to be in ear shot. If something coming from Leo started off with a sincere "I'm sorry", he wouldn't miss it.
"Yes, you heard. I'm sorry," Leo admitted, bringing his eyes up from the ground. "I shouldn't have pressured you, Donnie. I know that you can handle yourself. I was just trying to protect you and our family," he explained, pausing to glance over at the other two brothers, "butâŚyeah. I'm sorry for pushing you, Don. I was kind of a jerk back there."
Deciding he didn't have any words good enough to say what he wanted to, Donnie simply pulled Leo in for half-hug, rocking him with him. Leo wore his lopsided smile as he gave Donnie's shell a slap.Â
"That...wasâŚ"Â
They stepped away from each other, staring at Mikey quizzically.Â
"...beautiful, bros," he finished in a whisper.Â
They stayed for a minute just watching the city go by, the clock ticking by later into the night. Donnie finally thought to ask Leo how Splinter was, because he definitely knew what was going down. He was a smart old manâand beside, Donnie had made no effort to pretend that wasn't what he was doing when he'd initially left. If Splinter knew, Splinter knew. He was still mildly afraid of Leo's response.Â
"You want the truth?" Leo questioned, his expression briefly changing to one of a cringe.Â
"I mean, I'd like to know what I'm in for," Donnie replied in an obvious manner.Â
"He was angry, at first. Didn't know you left until he was done with his talk with Mikey. Also surprised that you actually went through with it. But, after that...he seemed like he understood, in a way, I guess. I didn't ask questions. You'll have to confront him about it yourself, because he just sent me and Raph out to get you."Â
Donnie kept his eyes on the sidewalk below them, and the occasional person walking it. "And Mikey?" he asked, quizzical.Â
"He insisted," Leo groaned.Â
"You know I can't pass up an opportunity to see D get his first kiss!"Â
"Oh, shut up, you had no idea that was gonna happen. You just wanted to go because me 'n Leo were goin'," Raph argued, flicking his head. "Weren't you supposed to stay in by Splinter's orders?"Â
Mikey crossed his arms and turned away, "I don't have to take this abuse." He was, indeed, meant to stay behind. But the boy couldn't help himself.Â
Once the banter died down, they were left contemplating whether they wanted to stay out a little longer, or if it was time to turn in. It had already been a long night, but in honesty, Donnie wasn't ready to go quite yet. He still felt as though he had so much to say to [y/n], but he supposed that time had already passed. At least until next time, if or when that was. Raph took a break from his lookout and sat next to Donnie with a grunt. He wasn't good with mush or sensitive things, but he felt compelled to ask "What're you gonna do now?"Â
Donnie hummed in question.
"Well, she knows. And by the looks of thingsâermâthe look of one particular thing, you two are still goin' steady."
Ugh, they saw it. Donnie moaned, a cold flush coming over his face. I can't have anything private in this family.
Raph pushed him on his shoulder. "Ya shouldn't mack on someone by the doorway if ya don't wanna be seen," he jested.
"I don't know what's next, Raph," Donnie confessed. "We didn't exactly...make anything official after that."
Once they were back on the move towards home, they all dropped into the nearest manhole, but Donnie remained where he was, saying he would catch up to them. He was the fastest of the four, after all.
"I hope you're still awake," he mumbled to himself as he reached for his phone. They were close to home, anyway. And it was quiet. He typed:
"I'm almost home, [y/n]. All safe."
A couple of minutes later, she responded.
"Okay, that's good
Your brother is quite the character, by the way"
"He is who he is, lol"
"He seems nice though."
Walking down along the sewers, he took his time. What was a little longer after the night he'd had?
"Donnie, what were you going to say when Michelangelo interrupted us?"
He stopped in his tracks and thought, having nearly forgotten that he was going to actually say it. He didn't just like herâfor the first time, he was sure he loved her.
"That I think I love you, [y/n]."
He regretted not saying it when he was with her, but he just couldn't wait.
There was a worrisome pause on her end in which he imagined she was staring at her screen thinking about how strong that came off, that it was uncalled for, that he was going too fastâ
"I said I liked you
But that was not quite the truth
I love you, Donnie."
Golden-brown eyes sparkling, he let out a laugh, unable to contain his happiness, and the rest of the brothers smiled to themselves hearing the whoop of joy and excitement echo in the tunnel.
His adventure in love and friendship had started within a screen, but he was bound to it no longer. This was the opening of a new chapter in his life.
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scarred love.
rating : mature
word count : 4.3k
themes : angst, slight fluff, implied and mentions of sex
notes : based on vistlipâs CLASSIC OPERA // this is my first work on this blog, i hope you enjoy!
âI donât think he loves me anymore.â
âNo way⌠Thatâs not the case, Iâm sure!â
âThatâs what I want to think butâŚâ
Suna could barely believe as he stood outside the bedroom door, hand barely making contact with the handle. Was that really what you thought?Â
âI wonder if itâs normal for couples to fall out of love at this stage.â
âMm⌠thereâs certainly been couples Iâve known like that. They were in love for years but after they got married they decided it wasnât the life for them and divorced.â
Suna heard your gasp follow the tinny voice from the phone. He had heard of similar stories before but never thought it would happen to him and you.Â
Ever since you had gotten together, he was always subtle in his love. He was never the type to outright say âI love youâ in public or to boldly proclaim his love for you on social media. Suna preferred linking pinkies while walking or to post photos of your study dates with simple captions like âanother â10 minute breakââ or âwe are going to collapseâ.Â
Despite this, when you were in the privacy of your apartment, he almost never left your side. It was either his head on your lap, his legs laying over yours on the couch, or you sitting on his lap in some way albeit still being relatively quiet.Â
So to think you were getting upset with the little attention he was showing recently had him confused. Wasnât he always like this?
âBut Y/N, I doubt Suna-sanâs fallen out of love. Isnât it just that his new job with EJP Raijin is keeping him busy?âÂ
âY-Yeah but⌠he hasnât said anything about it. He comes back late and leaves early and it just⌠It just sucks so much! I donât know what to do!â you sob and Suna can hear the sound of you blowing your nose and coughing through your tears.Â
Taking a step back from the bedroom door, the middle blocker moved to the couch and sat for a moment, head in his hands. He knew love couldnât be perfect. A perfect relationship without fights or problems was just waiting to crumble from the slightest crack in it. But he wanted to at least prevent you from thinking this way.Â
He wanted you to know he did love you.Â
Later that night, he crawled into the bed, freshly showered and in his pyjamas - an old thin t-shirt and a pair of boxers. You laid beside him in your own pyjamas - one of his big t-shirts and a pair of shorts.Â
âY/N,â he turned onto his side and called your name, causing you to almost jump while attempting to fall asleep with your swirling thoughts.
âYes, Rin?âÂ
âYou have a free day tomorrow too, donât you?â
âWell⌠yes. Why?â
The bed shifted under his movement to hold himself over you.Â
âW-Wait a second! Rin! Iâm not prepared or anything- mmf!âÂ
He pressed his lips to yours, his fox-like eyes shut delicately as he kissed you passionately. Before you knew it, his hands moved to your sides and began to lift the edge of the shirt up, but were quickly pushed down.Â
âRintarou,â you lightly pushed on his chest, âI uh⌠Iâm not wearing any nice underwear⌠A-And I havenât shaved. Can I go change and do that?âÂ
Honestly you were very surprised that he suddenly wanted to do this. Suna was always one to do things out of the blue; your relationship was built on impromptu dates and spontaneous gifts he claimed âreminded him of youâ, but this really had came out of nowhere.Â
You hadnât been intimate in weeks and you wanted to at least look good for it, but Suna just shook his head.Â
âYouâre fine like this. I love you however you look.â He leaned back down and began to place kisses along your jaw and neck.Â
His kisses were softer than usual, you noted. And his hands werenât rushing to tear your clothes off like he usually did.
âRin- ah! Rintarou, why are you doing this all of a sudden?â
âWeâre both free tomorrow. Canât I spend my free day with my girlfriend the way I want to?â he asked, looking up at you through his thin lashes.Â
âStill! That gives me more time to go get ready.â
âNo,â he shook his head and continued to kiss and bite along your neck and collarbones, leaving his marks of love on your skin, âI want to spend every second that I can with you now that I have the time.â
âWait a second.â
Suna finally pulled his lips away from your skin, now littered with little marks, âWhatâs wrong?â
âSince when were you so romantic? It just⌠Donât get me wrong, Iâm super happy itâs just a little funnyâŚâÂ
His eyes widened at the sight of tears welling up in your eyes.
âY/N, are you okay?â he asked, cupping your face in his large rough hands gently.Â
âIâm more than okay! No⌠I donât know why Iâm cryingâŚâ you sob softly, rubbing at your eyes.Â
Suna chuckled lightly. âIs it because youâre filled with overwhelming love for me?â
âRintarou!â you whined and hit his chest lightly. âYouâre absolutely insufferable!â
âYou say that but you were the one who asked me out on our graduation.âÂ
â...you little shit. I really do love you.âÂ
âMm, I thought so. I love you too.â He continued to kiss and strip you.
Unlike your usual nights together which were spent fucking roughly, leaving bodies sore and lightly scarred, tonight was slow and loving albeit passionate as ever. Soft kisses and laughs were exchanged in the dark as Suna made love to you, thrusting slowly while mumbling words of love into your body.Â
The next morning, you were woken up by the feeling of a kiss on your forehead. Your eyelids fluttered open and you squinted in the morning light to see Suna sitting on his side of the bed, clad only in boxers. There was also the scent of eggs and toast, and when you looked down, you saw it sitting on a plate between you two.
âIâm no Osamu here. But I think my cooking is still edible,â your boyfriend sighed before flopping down onto the bed beside you and closing his eyes.Â
âYou actually woke up to cook for me?â you asked, sitting up to look at the sunny-side-ups with broken yolks and the toast that was just a little too toasted for your liking.Â
âSurprised myself too,â he yawned before squinting his eyes open, âMore like⌠I wanted to surprise you. And wake you up with a kiss.â
âYouâre so cheesy today, arenât you!â
âI know, I think itâs weird too.â
On that day, you knew he still loved you. And you loved him more than ever before.
But that happiness couldnât last forever. In the city of Tokyo where sadness and troubles rained down, something was bound to happen. Even the most heavily cemented cracks could once again break under a heavy enough pressure.Â
Even if it took a couple of months.
âRintarou! Welcome home!â
âMm.â
Your brow furrowed slightly as you noticed his short answer. After shutting your laptop where you were answering some work related emails while waiting for your boyfriend, you made your way over to Suna who was hanging his winter coat by the door.
âRin, are you alright?â
âJust tired.â
You sighed softly, âYou shouldnât overwork yourself. You need breaks sometimes too, you know?â And reached up to begin massaging his shoulders as you usually did. But he only pushed your hands away quickly, saying, âNot tonight,â before walking further into the apartment.
You bit your lower lip to prevent it from trembling any further while your hands stayed still as if frozen mid air. You were hesitating to tell him what you wanted to say earlier.
âRintarou⌠Tomorrow you donât have scheduled practice, right? IâŚâ you took a deep breath as he turned to face you, eyes dark and heavy-looking.Â
âYeah.â
âI was wondering⌠Well, I donât have work tomorrow either so I reserved a place at a nice restaurant for dinner! I think we both need a bit of a break, workâs been so busy and youâre also training so intensely and-â
âNo.â
âH- Huh?â you laughed nervously, âWhat do you mean by ânoâ?â
âIt means what it means, I donât want to go.â
âRintarou, you canât just- I canât- I promise itâs a really nice place! A-And I wanted to spend some time with youâŚâ there was a lump welling up in your throat as you tried not to suddenly pour out your recent feelings towards him.Â
The recent frustrations of not being able to spend much time with your boyfriend anymore, the annoyance at the way he would always spend his free time doing self training, the anger towards his schedule which rarely ever allowed you to meet, the sadness of the fact that your shared apartment no longer had the sound of laughter when you two played games or watched silly YouTube videos together...
All that frustration felt like it was just being held up behind that lump in your throat, and to think he would simply dismiss it without a second thought.
âYou shouldâve asked before you started making plans. Iâm going to the gym tomorrow again. We have a match against the Red Falcons in two weeks so I need to become at least a bit stronger,â Suna explained monotonously, as if you should have known that already.
âI- I know but⌠I thought⌠itâd be a nice surpriseâŚâ
The man sighed and turned to walk towards the bathroom, ready to just shower and go to sleep. He simply could not be bothered to argue with you, thinking this problem would solve itself like it always did. But you had had enough of this issue.
Suna hadnât even realised it was coming until he felt a small bell keychain hit the back of his head. It fell to the hardwood floor with a loud clang which lasted for far too long, causing him to inhale sharply and turn around, anger and annoyance replacing the bored expression on his face for once.Â
âWhat the hell is-â he was about to raise his voice until he saw the way your features trembled and your eyes had already become red and puffy. His own features softened and his body unstiffened. âY/NâŚâ
âYou know, the least you could do is try to be nice to me!â you yelled, furiously wiping away the tears forming. âYou could at least say âMm, Iâm really not free but we can do it some other time.â or some shit like that! But no! I- Iâm busy too, you know! Iâm trying to get promoted so I donât have to rely on yer dumb ass all the time, but I still want to make time for you because I love you so much! But I donât think ya get that!âÂ
Something in the back of your mind was telling you not to say these things, that maybe you could just talk this out calmly. Maybe you didnât have to explode, but something else told you this was the only way to get a point across.
âIâm your girlfriend, but I feel more like a roommate or burden at this point! Ya know, even âTsumuâs able to make time for his girlfriend! And- And Bokutoâs always doing his promotions and ads but still makes time for his boyfriend! Ojiro-senpai too! Miyu-chan tells me heâs the one planning the dates! But ya canât even be bothered to pretend youâre happy I tried ta plan somethinâ for us!âÂ
Suna knew you really were angry when your dialect started coming out but he just didnât know what to say. He could only stand there in silence with his head hanging like a child being scolded.
âRintarou⌠I love you so much you know⌠I just wonder these days- no, I just wonder if you ever loved me back the same way.â
Oh, he knew. Ever since that night when he heard you crying on the phone, he knew he wasnât doing enough.Â
âI⌠Iâm sorry.â Suna looked up when he suddenly heard those words from you amidst the sobs and chokes.Â
âI already left your pyjamas on the bathroom counter⌠Please donât⌠Just please donât talk to me tonight.â you hurried to the tiny kitchen to wash your face as he silently made his way to the bathroom, thoughts swirling around in his head.Â
Suna stared at your figure silently for a second before bending down to pick up the bell - a cheap gift he had given you for your third month together right after you two first started university. It was old, the string slightly frayed and loose, and the golden paint had chipped in places to reveal the stainless steel underneath it. There was even a dent on the bottom from when you accidentally dropped one of your heavier textbooks onto it. It was old, and Suna had told you countless times it was fine to throw away, but you always kept it.Â
The man took it and carefully placed it back on the key rack before heading into the bathroom. He took his time in there, gathering his thoughts as he knew he wouldnât be sharing a bed with you tonight.
It was understandable really, he hadnât been a great boyfriend. Suna knew a relationship took work from both sides and he shouldnât have been as blunt as he was earlier that night.Â
One couldnât count the number of times he had muttered profanities aimed towards himself while sitting in the bathtub thinking about his mistakes. He didnât know if you would even want to see him tomorrow morning. Maybe it was for the best he just went to the gymâŚ
The next morning, Suna woke up early. Even in winter, the sun rose far too early in Japan for his taste. Sitting up and grumbling, he rubbed his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom to begin his morning routine.
Looking at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth, he could only sigh at the sight of the dark circles under his eyes.Â
Though you made him sleep on the stiff couch last night, you gave him the shared duvet and his pillow while you took the slightly thinner blanket from the closet.Â
Despite the added comfort, Suna could barely fall asleep. He kept twisting and turning, thinking about you. Your pained face, your strained voice, your kindness even when angry at him.Â
âI fucked up so bad,â he muttered once he washed his face and stared at his pathetically tired self in the mirror, water dripping from the ends of his hair. Would you want to break up with him after that? Heâd understand if you wanted to, though he knew he would never be able to forgive himself for losing you because of some stupid mistake he could have prevented.Â
Suna sighed for what felt like the thousandth time in the past 12 hours and dabbed his face dry with a towel. He knew that now would be the hardest bit - entering your bedroom to get his change of clothes.
Opening the door as slowly as possible in order to prevent the loud whiny creaking that he wished he had fixed months ago, Suna walked slowly towards the open closet. As quickly as possible, he grabbed a set of clothes and turned to face the door. Though it wasnât without looking at your sleeping form on the large bed.Â
Your face was puffy, dehydrated from sobbing last night, only emphasised by the wads of used tissues on the nightstand and floor. He noticed your breathing was a bit heavier than usual and your body was curled up as you hugged the thin blanket as close to yourself as you could.
The sight pained him intensely.Â
With silent footsteps, Suna set his clothes on his side (the empty side) of the bed and tiptoed out to grab the duvet before returning and carefully laying it over your body. He tucked it right up to your chin as you always liked it and sat on the floor, eyes scanning every little feature on your face. From the smallest moles he loved to kiss to each individual eyelash.
âYouâre not hearing this, I guess,â he muttered, looking down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you, âI thought about it for a really long time. I really shouldâve been better to you.â
The silence in the room was deafening.Â
Suna gulped and bit the inside of his cheek as he thought about his next words, wondering if you could hear him in your sleep.Â
âI always left you alone but you would always be nice to me. When you could, youâd make me bentos and clean the house while I did the laundry. Hm⌠putting stuff into a machine isnât anywhere equal to cooking and cleaning surfaces, but I guess thatâs another point to make.âÂ
Suna smiled to himself just a bit at the memory of you running into the bedroom to make him try your new pastries or dinner creations. He always thought you were so adorable in your old and stained apron that sometimes he would just stand in the kitchen to chat with you or watch you cook.
Then he was reminded of the dinner you had planned for the two of you and he suddenly frowned remembering how horrible he acted towards you the night before.
âYou never expected me to be perfect since day one. I think Iâm the furthest thing from a handsome prince on a white horse. But youâve always been wonderful to me. And I was thinkingâŚâ You were asleep, right? Was it worth it to say such cheesy things?
âI kept wondering if you would leave and I thought I donât want to lose you. Iâm nowhere close to a prince but I thought I want to always be the one who wakes you up with a kiss. Or, I want you to wake me up with a kiss. Either is fine really. But⌠yeah. Iâm sorry. Really, really sorry. â He was certain you werenât hearing these things yet there was a dark blush on his cheeks.
Until he saw you shift in the bed.Â
Suna swears his heart stopped momentarily as he leaned closer, checking to see if you had woken up.Â
Your eyelids slowly opened and you squinted tiredly at Suna, just barely able to see him with how blurry your vision had become. âRinâŚ?â
The man hurried to his feet, hoping his morning wouldnât feel any heavier than it already did.Â
âIâm gonna give you some space. Iâll be back after my jog.âÂ
Suna turned to exit the bedroom but was stopped by the sound of stumbling, followed by your warmth around his waist and resting on his back.
âPlease⌠donât go.â
He stared silently at the floor in front of him.Â
âI donât think you want to-â
âStay here! âŚplease?âÂ
Your soft voice broke but mended his heart at the same time. The scratchiness and fear in your voice contrasted with the words that he wanted to hear so badly.
âDid youâŚâ
âYeah, I heard everything.â
âYouâre not mad?â
âOf course Iâm still a little mad. But right now Iâm just really happy you would say those things when you normally wouldnât tell me how you feel. So⌠please, donât go. Stay with me.â
The few moments of silence seemed to pass in eons as Suna took in a shaky breath before turning to hug you tightly, burying his face into your neck so you couldnât see his tears of relief.
âOf course I will. I wonât go anywhere, babe.â
Four years have passed since that night. Suna yawns and scrunches up his face slightly at the way the sunlight enters your shared bedroom. Squinting his eyes, he looks around the room and wonders if maybe he shouldâve put on a shirt like you did last night to deal with the first bites of winter. Then again, you did take his shirt.
He then looks to you, sleeping quietly by his side. You looked a little like a mess; hair messy, dwarfed in his big shirt, cheek smushed against the pillow, but he thought you looked adorable.Â
Itâs cold, but he feels warm by your side.Â
And when he looks down at your left hand resting under his even in your sleep, the sight of the silver ring with its diamonds adorning your finger makes his heart even warmer.
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Lan Wangji makes extremely deadpan videos of his daily life with Wei Wuxian and their kids and nephews (and nieces if JC and JYL had more). This would include:
*shows a video of LWJ staring out the window for a solid thirty seconds, face entirely unchanged and somewhat disappointed, turns camera around to show Wei Wuxian and the kiddos putting mentos in soda bottles and trying to chuck them at each other, camera pans back to his face, still entirely devoid of emotion*
That one time Jin Ling got stuck up a tree and Wei Wuxian tried to get him down and also got stuck up there and now the other kids are looking for a ladder while LWJ just watches them from the patio, drinking tea. The kids finally give up and shamefully come to LWJ and ask him for help, he gets his husband and nephew down without a word.
The one where he buried 5yo A-Yuan in a pile of bunnies and got scolded by Lan Xichen for it because they might bite him if they get annoyed with him.
There is an entire compilation of rabbits that wonât leave him alone. Climb into his lap. Follow him with every step. Get excited when he comes outside. Hear a guqin and start looking for him. Just. Heâs the rabbit whisperer. One of the black ones is just about always with him.
Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian interacting in any capacity is going to involve a lot of hitting each other and pushing each other over. Only-child kids think they hate each other, but people with siblings are all âno no, siblings are just Like Thatâ. People think Yanli is all innocent till they realize she def only tells them to stop when she thinks they might actually get on each otherâs nerves. Sheâs in the âboys will rough house and probably only have one collective braincellâ category.
People wonât stop asking him if he speaks so he vaguely makes mentions of having extremely low verbility. They ask if he does sign and heâs not really sure how (lol cause words hard) to explain to them that sign doesnât really help when the issue is more of him not having much to say tbh. This is apparently the wrong thing to say because then people start being all âyeah I get you, Iâm pretty dumb too, at least youâre prettyâ and heâs just sorta sitting there with this smacked fish look on his face while WWX canât stop laughing next to him at the very idea of someone calling his husband slow. Wow. LWJ just sorta finally gets out that he has like two degrees and teaches giqun lessons and itâs amazing. The kids find out about it and canât stop laughing for hours.
âHey, why did you name your son âsorrow and longingâ?â *commense 10 minute video of that time Wei Wuxian got arrested for something to do with a satanic ritual and thatâs when LWJ ended up with custody of his adopted son for the next three years and he was in a really angsty mood tbh so it just kinda happened* not a single commenter expected that, even less so when he mentions that they werenât even together at that point
Films what the viewers think is a prank at first, where he pours a dangerous amount of chili powder into a mug of hot chocolate (with a completely straight face) and then brings it to WWX who takes a drink and makes a dreamy little sigh and goes âyou always know how to make it just like I want itâ and no one is sure how to react to this video. Itâs like watching someone peel and eat a lemon.
You know that video of the girl with the deadpan voice saying she went downstairs to take a shower and there was something brown in the bottom of the tub but it turned out to be potatoes and sheâs all ânot a problem I was expecting, but a problem I can handleâ? Okay so thatâs how he talks in every video. WWX hands him a baby and he talks to them exactly like that. People ask if heâs good with kids and WWX is all âyeah, heâs not just a rabbit whisperer, heâs a baby whisperer too, heâs super great with kidsâ *shows LWJ talking to a baby in That Voice while the baby looks at him in utter adoration*
âWhatâs it like growing up gay? Do you ever get shit for it?â LWJ.exe has stopped working, he has only met one straight couple the same age as him and theyâre his sister in law. His brother has three boyfriends, one of which is his brother-in-law. He doesnât know what a het-er-o-sexual is and he doesnât want to. Pretty sure his uncle is acearo and hasnât seen his parents in like 20 years.
LWJ: âI apologize for being so emotional in my last video.â *viewers scrambled to find what video he meant because they ainât ever seen that man emotional before but end up finding a video where Sizhui told him he loved him and called him papa and gave him a hug while WWX filmed, you can barely see LWJâs left eye twitching and he pets Sizhuiâs head for a moment* viewers are very confused on how this constitutes emotionalism.
Viewers ask to see his brother âyou know, the one who apparently has three boyfriendsâ and LWJ posts a video of LXC passed out on a couch with like three fully grown men all in various states of sliding off onto the floor while the teens play a game of âwho can stack the most random objects on uncleâs bodies without them wakingâ because apparently LWJ and WWX were gone for a weekend and the uncles were supposed to watch the kids (like, all ten of them probably, thereâs probably a lot of kids) and itâs Sizhui filming the whole thing cause heâs the âgood oneâ and never does bad things. But heâs also like Auntie Yanli and is totally gonna egg them on from the sidelines.
WWX hands LWJ literally any food and LWJ will eat it all with a completely straight face but as soon as WWX is turned around LWJ is chugging a glass of milk with a look of death on his face. The kiddos straight up canât stomach his cooking.
đ someone asks why their hair is all so long and LWJ puts up a video of chatty adorable Sizhui braiding WWXâs hair while he tells him about his day at school. Itâs. Too. Cute.
The never ending debate on if LWJâs deadpan personality/speech is acting or not. No matter how much everyone assures them heâs really just Like That people just arenât convinced.
Someone points out several times that in their house they have a room with a satanic symbol on the door. Thatâs just WWXâs home office itâs all good. This is treated as âlol WWX is so dramaticâ for like four whole weeks before LWJ posts a video of Sizhui standing outside the office looking nervous. âWhatâs wrong?â He says. âDad called me into his office.â Sizhui replies. âWWX must be a very strict father,â the viewers think. Thatâs not it. Thatâs not it at all tbh. That video got flagged on like four different platforms and kept getting removed for graphic images and half their viewers donât. Want. To know. What happened. In that office. (WWX doesnât even see what the big deal was, that goat was dead when he bought it shut up.)
The others do videos sometimes too lol. Videos include
Jin Lingâs compilation of âMom, whatâs for dinnerâ and the answer is Always Lotus root and pork rib soup. Someone asks âlol she must make that oftenâ and JL is all âlol often, fairly sure she got same-food syndrome, itâs always soupâ.
Lan Sizhui at like 17 years old: The one true secret Iâve never told my dads? My most shameful lie? Rabbits arenât my favorite. My favorite is butterflies. *proceeds to cuddle a bun* Iâm sorry Mister Bun, but you just arenât nearly as pretty as butterflies.
Shaky video of someone sitting on the couch, pointed at NMJ: Brother, while youâre away on vacation with your boyfriends, I donât plan on leaving this spot for even a minute. NMJ: Oh yeah? Whatâll you do when you have to use the bathroom? NHS: Listen, I found a guy on Craigâs List whoâs exact fetish is lazy young men who refuse to move and also diapers exist and heâll be my slave for the week if I let him change me. NMJ: ...Iâm taking you with me on vacation. NHS: Yay! NMJ: Iâm also taking your phone away. NHS: -wait, no- NMJ: Too late.
Jin Ling: JiuJiu, I spilt soda on your Valentino white belt. Jiang Cheng: *incomprehensible sputtering* -soda on my Valentino white belt-!
Sizhui: *brings Jingyi a bowl of food* Here. Jingyi: Thank you! *takes a bite, face falls in terror, gives Sizhui a betrayed look* Sizhui: Dadâs worried Iâm getting sick, he said this would clear my chest cold up. He didnât consider what horrible things it would do to my bowels instead. Please eat it, he gets sad when I donât finish what he makes. Jingyi: *glaring* Just dump it down the garbage disposal! Sizhui: *def has a fever if he didnât think of that* Oh. Good idea.
LWJ: *swaying in place* WWX: This bitch drunk as hell. LWJ: Iâm. Gonna comit. A crime. WWX: *crying a little* I love drunk hubby times. A full shot of vodka and heâs not gonna remember any of this. Hey kids, Iâm taking Papa on a walk! Sizhuiâs in charge!
Zizhen: *sitting quietly on the couch while LSZ, LJY and JL all argue behind him somewhere, covering his mouth with a slightly horrified look* Jingyi: I mean, thatâs not fair at all! Who HASNT made out with their cousin at one point or another? Ling: ... Sizhui: You said youâd never bring that up again please shut up. Ling: ...!!!!!! Zizhen: Amazing.
That one time the kiddos hypnotized Jin Ling into thinking he was a kitten. The adults all thought it was really weird that he was finally going through the whole âpretending to be an animalâ phase at like ten, but then the kiddos fessed up to learning how to hypnotize and they arenât sure how to fix it. WWX instigated a rule that no brainwashing is allowed outside his office from now on.
People ask how WWX and LWJ met and itâs told from the POV of Lan Qiren who progressively getting drunker as he tells the story of the terrible high school romance that he had to watch between bad boy WWX and his precious baby angel nephew that made him consider quitting and how no one believed them when they insisted they didnât get together till after WWX got out of jail for the cow incident.
#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation#the untamed#mdzs#incorrect untamed quotes#incorrect mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#wangxian#jiang cheng#lan sizhui#juniors#lan jingyi#lan juniors#jin ling#nie mingjue#nie huaisang#nie brothers#ouyang zizhen#lan qiren
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A Playful Family
OTP Challenge 10/02/2020
Pairing: Thor x Reader     Word Count: 2,003
Warnings: Adult themes, language, LOTS of more fluff, sexy talk
A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerieâ âs OTP Challenge. Iâm really enjoying these! Writing these out and just getting them out right away without worrying too much about plot. Just character stories with a family I already love. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo
âNO!â Thor shouts, nearly pushing your heart to stopping as he jumps towards you from the stairs.
You jump and gasp, pressing your hand against your chest as you try to catch your breath.
âThor, what the fu-?â
âAh-ah!â Thor chastises you, frowning. âLittle ears abound, my sweetest, beautiful, loving, and most of all forgiving wife.â
He closes the distance between you, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you against his chest.
âWhat did you do?â You ask him, suspicious but he chuckles and kisses you, bring both hands up to hold your head still as he does.
His kiss is sweet and warm, a fluttering of his lips prompts yours open and he tastes you, guiding your head to the right as his own goes left and he wraps his arms around you to support your weight as he dips you to the side and very nearly sweeps you off your feet.
Your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline as your arms go limp and you drop your sewing bag. Without its weight, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck loosely as Thor kisses all of your senses away.
He draws his tongue out slowly, letting it trace the center part of your upper lip as he stands you upright again. When youâre straight he gives you one final peck.
Youâre not unaware of the fact that youâre standing there with your arms around him, lips still puckered, and your eyes shut as your now foggy mind begins to clear.
Holy fuck, this man can kiss.
âNow I know you did something.â You mumble.
Thor laughs but reaches down to take your bag and hurries around to hang it in its spot by the door. Your little bungalow, gifted by Tony when Thor had left you pregnantâthough in his defense he didnât know you were pregnant when he left youâhasnât changed much. There are new additions to your walls and tables. New pictures with Thor and Rosie and Ben looking bigger and happier with his sister and his daddy at his side.
Your little kitchen with itâs round table is more scuffed than before with Thor here to add his own rough touch to it every now and then. Benâs booster seat is gone as heâs grown enough to sit without one, but Rosieâs highchair sits among the other three, pink and yellow and green. And all throughout an array of pumpkins, both plaster and plastic, Rosieâs color changing ones on the island counter by the jar of Splenda packets.
Benâs spoopy mirrors are hung upstairs along the hallway, wrapped in pulled cotton spiderwebs.
âI have done nothing. That is to say, nothing worth you getting angry at me over.â Thor corrects himself when you look skeptical. âMay I ask a favor?â
With your arms hanging at your side, your coat still on, Thor slides behind you and helps you take it off. âDepends on the favor.â
Thor nods, moving to stand before you as he folds your jacket neatly and works out the creases youâve made throughout the day. âWhat if I told you it was more a favor for Ben, than for me? Would that make you more amenable?â
You glare at him, reaching down with his hands nice and busy, and slide it far back enough that you can reach his butt and give it a pinch.
He jumps, âHey!â
âYou using our son to get me to agree to play your sick games?â You accuse.
Thor smiles slowly, softly, and the look in his eyes drives all teasing from you and makes your stomach flip. How can he look at you like that? How can he mean it? After everything you two have been through to get to this happy placeâthis happy homeâyou still canât believe that Thor picked you.
âOnly if it works.â He admits.
âFine.â You sigh.
Thor smiles more widely then moves around you to hang your coat.
His heat suddenly wraps around you from behind, his hands tracing all the way down to your wrists then the backs of your hands which he cups gently, taking hold of them as he presses himself against you.
You can feel his pelvis pressed against your bottom, the subtle rubbing heâs teasing you with probably to punish you for the pinch to his butt.
When he speaks, the heat of his breath wafts along your ear and neck, chills erupting along your skin as your heart begins to pound and your panties become suddenly soaked.
âClose your eyes.â He whispers, voice so deep you can feel it in your hoo-haw.
âThor-â You plead, hating him every bit for torturing you.
He leans a little further forward and presses a kiss to your cheek. âPlease?â
You sigh but do as he wishes, shutting your eyes tight.
He takes hold of your head again, tilting it back and sideways until your lips meet his and he gives you another world melting kiss that leaves you breathless and hungry for more.
âIâll be right back.â He tells you, then abandons you and what sounds like sprinting up the stairs.
âYouâre gonna break the house!â You call to him, but he doesnât reply.
A few minutes pass and your patience grows thin. You open your eyes and look up at the second floor landing but find it empty.
âThor? How much longer?!â
âDo you have your eyes shut?!â Thor booms down the stairs.
You sigh, shaking your head as you turn slowly and press your hands over your eyes. With a smile you wait, your mind racing with all the possible surprises Thor and Ben might have cooked up in your absence.
âOkay! Theyâre shut.â
You try not to turn instantly when you hear Thorâs footsteps coming down the stairs accompanied by the sound of much smaller feet at his side.
You can hear Benâs quiet giggle, his voice a little hiss. âMommy will wuv it, wight daddy?â
âSheâll love it.â Thor whispers back and your heart could explode with the love you have for your boys.
They stop walking and a moment passes before Thor clears his throat. âOkay, you can look now.â
You turn, much too eager to see what theyâve been doing to take it slow and you very nearly fall to your knees at the sight of them.
All three of them, Thor, Ben at his side, and Rosie kicking and slapping her hands against Thorâs chest in excitement are dressed in footie pajamas.
Thorâs are black, the outline of bones along every inch of it making him look like a walking skeleton. Benâs a little scarecrow with brown shoes, green pants with sewn in patches, a checkered red and yellow shirt with a patched up brown vest. Just above where the shoes end, where his pants end, and where his shirt meets his neck and wrists are tufts of soft stringy sun colored threads and fabric to make it look as if he is indeed fill with hay.
In Thorâs arms, Rosieâs own onesie is black on the top with what looks like the outline of what should be a corset that runs into the skirt of her pajamas stitched into the onesie, and then her legs are purple and green, made to look like a witchâs socks.
âOh my goodness!â You gasp, genuinely pleased by the sight, downright tickled by how adorable your babies look but you play up the reaction for the benefit of your little ones.
Ben giggles, jumping once but remembers the rule about jumping in the house and stops immediately.
âYou wike it, mommy?â Ben asks, clinging to Thorâs free hand tightly.
âI love it, sweet pea. Oh you all look so amazing! Come here, come give me a hug!â You drop to your knees and open your arms for him and he flies right for you, clinging tight when heâs in your arms.
âSurprise!â Thor exclaims, grabbing Rosieâs hand and shaking her little fist in celebration, then speaks for her. âSurprise, momma!â
âMy Rosie, look at her, she looks so dang cute, Thor! Where did you find these?â You let Ben pull away from you as he runs into the living room, excited and eager to expend the extra energy that this little show has given him.
âAt the shop, when we went to buy the decorations. I have yours upstairs. Yours is all white, with a shocked ghost face on it. Kinda looks like you did when I startled you.â He chuckles, teasing you heartlessly.
âJerk.â You laugh, getting up and reaching for Rosie. She throws herself at you and you smother her cheek with kisses as Thor marches into the living room after Ben.
âAlright, son, weâve shown your mother the pajamas. Itâs time for bed.â
Ben gives a small defiant whine but then struts to the stairs and with lead in his feet and a pout on his lips, he walks up the stairs with Thor trailing behind him.
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âAre you really trying it on?â Thor calls from the room, waiting for you to make your appearance in your Halloween themed PJs.
âOf course. I need you to see me in it.â You tell him, wicked and knowing as to what youâre about to do.
He deserves it. He really deserves it after what he pulled downstairs.
âYouâre not looking right?â You check, waiting with your hand on the door to your bathroom.
Youâd left him sitting on his side of the bed, facing the large glass sliding doors that lead to the tiny balcony attached to your room. Heâd already drawn the curtains thankfully.
âNo. Iâm not looking. I wonât cheat.â He promises and you believe him.
âOkay, here I come!â You announce then pull the door open and step out into your room.
Heâs really still sitting facing the doors.
âWhat do you think?â You ask him and watch him lift his left leg onto the bed to traverse and turn towards you as best he can.
He might have been expecting the ghost pajamas but what you give him instead is soft gray baby doll lingerie set, with lace that looks like twisting dead tree branches along the top of your bust. The V neck ends between your breasts where the clasp holds the skimpy nightie shut. The layers of thin sheer fabric flow out at uneven lengths but hide just enough of the matching gray panties to tempt and give tantalizing sneaky peeks.
Thorâs jaw drops. He freezes. His eyes devour you from head to toe, but he doesnât speak as you give him one quick spin that gives him a generous amount of you to ogle, the stop and pretend to only just remember the finishing touch.
âOh! I almost forgot.â You move around the bed towards your small vanity by the sliding doors and reach for the headband with small black horns.
You slide them onto your head and turn back to Thor, smiling when you see that his gaze has followed you from one side of the room to the other.
âWell? What do you think?â You give him another spin then sigh. âMaybe I should just go put on the ghost?â
You pretend to think about it.
âYeah, I think the ghost would be better. Right?â You nod and make to move back around the bed to the bathroom but Thorâs arm shoots out at you like a cobra and with an easy pull heâs got you falling onto the bed on your back, bouncing as you laugh.
âWoah,â You laugh again. âOkay, maybe Iâll keep this one on then.â
âNo.â Thor shakes his head, reaching down between your knees to trace his hot calloused fingers along the soft flesh of your inner thighs. âNo, I think you should take it off.â
His hands makes you breathless and as his fingers find the elastic edge of your underwear, you gasp, and he swallows hard.
âHere, let me help you.â
#thor x reader#daddy!thor x reader#otp challenge#spooktacular halloween#to be seen#thor odinson x reader#thor x reader fanfiction#halloween fanfiction#marvel au#marvel fanfiction#shreddedparchment
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Her Heavy Cross
Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?
Pairing: OMC x OFC
Word Count: approx 2.3k
Warnings: swearing, recreational drinking
Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.
Part 2
Part 1
"It's a cruel, cruel world to face on your own,
A heavy cross to carry along..."
Heavy Cross - The Gossip
He's not coming. I took a deep breath in. I knew this would happen. Why did I believe for a second that he was going to show up? He was only 5 mins late, and he could just be parking his car. I was sure he said he was getting an Uber.
No, he was late, it's the first date, and he seemed like the kind of guy who is 10 minutes early for everything. His watch could be slow, and he thinks he is on time. Except everybody has a smartphone, so everyone knows the correct time.
Why wouldn't he message to say he was late? He had messaged me to say he would call late last week. If you're the type of guy who messages someone when you're going to call them 10 minutes late, surely you'd message if you were late to actually meet them.
Damn him. He's the one who pushed for a date. After nearly three months of chatting online, texting, calling, he finally wore me down. Then he doesn't show up? Dick move.
I looked around the pub again, hoping to see him come in. The pub was dark but not unpleasant. It wasn't very crowded for a Friday night. It was the kind of place you dropped into, have a few quiet ones, and head out somewhere else.
I was the only person sitting at the bar. The bar runners smelled faintly of stale beer, earthy and sweet. I breathed the smell in, letting it soothe my nerves.
Three 20-something women were sitting at a table. A group of four guys were sitting at another not far away. Each group kept eying the other off, the girls exploding into giggles when the guys looked at them. I rolled my eyes, willing the guys to get off their arses and talk to them.
I looked over to two guys in their 40s drinking wine. They seemed so in love sitting there playing with each other's hands. I could see them playing footsie with each other under the table. One of them caught my eye. Sprung. I smiled briefly and looked away.
I jumped as the shrill ring of the pokie machines spilled out of the gaming room. I needed to calm down. I took a drink from my vodka. I wanted a cigarette.
I rechecked my outfit. I shouldn't have worn a white skirt. I don't know what I was thinking. Looking down, I noticed a bit of my bra was visible. I pulled my baby blue singlet up. I should have worn jeans and a t-shirt. Wasn't dressing like this false advertising?
The shirt felt tight. I sat up straight and checked for fat rolls. Then I slouched and checked again. Nope, not a good look. I ran my hand over my hair, checking to make sure it's still neat. It didn't feel frizzy. I put a stray curl behind my ear.
I looked at my phone again. No messages. Maybe...
"Hello, excuse me," a voice from the stool next to me said. I flinched. That was Will's silvery voice. I smiled, relief easing over me.
Turning around, my smile faltered. That's not Will.
The man sitting next to me was living proof God had favourites. He had dark curly hair, a bit long on the top but short on the sides. He had blue, almost green eyes framed by thick, dark eyelashes. Coarse stubble covered but didn't hide his strong jaw and dimpled chin. He was an Adonis. A Hellenic God brought to life.
I wanted to run a finger along his jaw, feeling his skin and prickly hair. I shivered.
"Sorry, I just saw your phone cover, and I wondered if you could help me? I'm sure I've seen that symbol before. What's it's from?"
Simultaneously, my jaw dropped, and I tried to swallow. I made a strangled noise from my throat and started to cough. I grabbed at my drink and took a huge gulp, regretting it instantly as the vodka and bitter soda caught me off guard. I managed not to spit it out, barely.
The Adonis patted me on the back as I choked. "Are you ok?" he asked.
He wasn't from around here, English like Will. But Will doesn't look like this guy. The Adonis was looking at me, his eyebrows coming together. Oh yeah, he asked me something.
"Uh," I cleared my throat. "Ah, it's the Allomantic table of elements from Mistborn," I explained.
He smiled. I giggled. I. Fucking. Giggled. I felt the heat in my cheeks.
Still smiling, Adonis raised an eyebrow. "That's where I know it from. They are great books. Have you read other Brandon Sanderson?"
He was built like a rugby player. His shoulders were broad, and he had thick thighs. I could see the definition of his muscles through his dark denim jeans. He was wearing a light grey knitted jumper. It was so light and thin that it clung to his chest and tufts of dark hair poked out the top. He had pushed his sleeves up, exposing his forearms which were, like every part of him it seemed, toned and defined. Everything about this guy screamed masculinity.
He was very likely out of my league. Although he looked around his late 30s, guys who look like him are after 22-year-olds, not girls who were 30 last birthday. Yeah, that was it. He isn't hitting on you; he was actually curious. This realisation was what I needed to stop being a dribbling mess and return to a normal state of being.
"Yeah, I have a bit. I'm really enjoying The Way of the Kings." I felt my shoulders relax. I hadn't realised I was clenched up.
"Yeah, I've read that too. It's great. My name is Liam, by the way."
"Lana," I replied and stuck out my hand. He took my hand and shook it firmly. His hand swallowed mine.
"Pleased to meet you, Lana," Liam said in an almost formal way. He was still holding my hand. I felt the return of the Dribbling Mess. His hand was so warm. My stomach reminded me of a book IÂ read as a kid, 'there was an old lady who swallowed a spider, that wiggled and jiggled and tickled inside her.'
"Yeah, you too," I managed. I tried to take as much of my Australian accent out of the reply as possible. He sounded so posh, and I sounded like a bogan.
He smiled again, or did he smirk? He let go of my hand. I was barely able to stop myself from putting my hand to my cheek to feel the warmth still there. I smiled back at him and turned back to the bar. My hand went to my cheek.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
I looked back at Liam to make sure I had heard right. Yes, he was looking at me expectantly, his finger pointed to my drink. "What are you drinking?"
"Vodka, soda and fresh lime." It was my usual drink, and I said it instinctively. I could say the order even when I'm three sheets to the wind.
Liam signalled the bartender and ordered. I took the time to calm myself. I counted to 5, breathing deeply through my nose and out through my mouth. It worked, and my muddled thoughts cleared.
I had forgotten Will. I supposed it's not a good look for a random guy to buy you a drink when you're supposed to be on a first date. But then, Will wasn't here. I checked my phone, no messages or emails. Nothing.
Liam got himself a beer, grabbed my drink and stood up. "Would you like to go to the beer garden? It's a nice night out, and I'm really enjoying this Sydney weather."
"I uh... I'm waiting for someone."
Liam sat back down. "Surely they can find you outside when they get here. It's not that big a place."
"Yeah. I guess, but..." I was interrupted by the group of women I had seen earlier. They were bouncing as they stood, eyes flashing and huge grins on their faces.
One of them asked, "sorry, excuse me, are you, Liam Cross?"
Liam looked at me. His eyes clouded for a moment, and then an awkward smile was plastered to his face. He looked back at the women. "Yes, I am. Would you like a picture?"
Excited squeals and jumping came from the women, but I zoned out. Liam Cross. What the fuck? I stared at him. How the hell did I not recognise him? I've watched nearly everything he has done since he started acting.
I never really thought much of him playing superheroes or spies. Then I saw his last movie where he played a magic enhanced warrior, and he entered my fantasies. A strong, rough, capable man of action with a heart and moral code, what wasn't to love?
My God, it really was him. Liam Fucking Cross.
Liam cleared this throat, and I snapped back to reality.
"You're really him," I said.
"Sorry?" Liam cocked his head to one side.
"You're really Liam Cross."
"Oh yeah. I am." Liam grinned.
"I'm sorry I didn't recognise you. I don't know. I guess it didn't even enter my head, even when you said your name."
"And here I was thinking you were playing it cool," Liam said.
I scoffed, and before I could stop myself, I said, "yeah, nah, nothing about me was cool from the moment I laid eyes on you." I wanted to die.
Liam laughed, a proper belly laugh, and his shoulders seemed to bounce up and down. "Well, alright then, you weren't playing it cool. But it's ok. I don't need to be recognised by everyone I meet."
"Yeah, but I should have recognised you. I've seen heaps of your work." Just stop talking, Lana!
Liam waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. Where were we before we were interrupted? Beer garden, you and me."
I nodded. I grabbed my bag, and Liam took our drinks. "After you," he said, gesturing and inclining his head.
As I walked outside, I could feel my skin heat up. It was a warm March night and only slightly humid. A cool breeze was coming in from the harbour. We were close enough to smell the salt in the air.
"Where did you want to sit?" I asked. Only one bloke was having a cigarette outside, so plenty of tables to choose from.
Liam looked around and indicated to the tables down the back. "Down there, I'm less likely to be noticed there."
"That must suck."
"Yes and no. I like that people like my work and want to tell me and meet me. It feels good. It's just that sometimes, like now, I'd like some private time."
We sat down, Liam with his back to the pub. I sat opposite him.
"If you want some private time, why go to a pub?" I said. I covered my mouth. "Sorry, it's not my business," I added.
"Direct, aren't you?" Liam's lips twitched. "I am also here to meet with someone."
"Oh shit, Will." I rechecked my phone. "30 minutes late." I sighed, "I think I got stood up."
"Really? He must be an idiot." My eyes widened. Liam's lip twitched again. Was he laughing at me? "How long have you been dating?"
"This was supposed to be our first date. We met online, been chatting for a few months." My voice was quiet.
Will isn't coming. The realisation hit me, and I felt like I'd had a brick hit my chest. I turned away from Liam. If I was going to cry, I wasn't going to cry in front of him. I'm an ugly crier.
"Oh, Sweetheart, I'm sorry." Sweetheart? It must be an English thing because Will calls me that too. "Have you called him?"
I shook my head. I didn't entirely trust myself to speak yet.
"Why don't you?" Liam asked. "If he has a flimsy excuse for not coming tonight, then at least you'll know where he stands, and you can stop worry about it."
I took a few deep breaths. "I guess you're right." I got my phone out of my bag and stood up, "Give me a minute?"
Liam nodded. Twitchy lips again. What's with that?
I walked a couple of metres away and called Will. I started to pace, glancing at the back of Liam's head every few steps. Liam's phone began to ring. After a few rings, Will picked up.
"Hello Lana, how are you?" He sounded nonchalant. Did I get the day wrong then? No, I was sure I had it right. I had checked his message so many times.
"I'm ok. I am waiting for you at the pub." I paused and looked at Liam. He was on the phone too. "Did I get the day wrong?"
"No, you didn't. I'm here." I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding.
"That's great. Did you just arrive? Can you see me?" I looked around. I couldn't see him. I looked back at Liam. He was still on the phone but had turned in his chair and was looking at me.
"I can see you. You can see me too," Will said. I turned around in a circle. I still couldn't see him.
"I'm sorry, I can't see you at all."
"I'll come to you then," Will said.
Liam got up out of his chair and walked towards me. Liam was close now, and he stopped. Liam hung up the phone, and the call with Will went dead.
My heart thundered in my chest. I could hear the blood rushing through my body with each tremendous beat. The ground seemed unstable, and I wobbled. This isn't happening. It can't be happening.
Liam bent to my ear, his breath tickling my neck. His lips brushed my skin as he whispered in a low voice, "I'm right here, Sweetheart."
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First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 2)
Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 2)Â
Genre: fluff (possibly even more than the first though I make no promises)Â
Pairing:Â Daichi/Asahi/Nishinoya/Tanaka/Ennoshita x reader (separate)Â
Notes: Though there wasn/t much demand, I couldnât help myself. Seriously. The lack of immediate continuity actually made me mad. Otherwise, I felt the need to continue the saga with the second and (rest of the) third years!Â
Anyway, here goes nothing!
Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 MasterlistÂ
Daichi Sawamura
ok, lemme get this out first
this man would be an amazing boyfriend
and this would be matched with his s/o
someone very responsible and calm, but they arenât afraid to turn into a momentary crackhead and pull a few pranks
either way, the first kiss would for sure happen on a date
i can imagine that it would be in a movie theater
but not in the back or the very front
somewhere in the middle of the theater
now, you two had decided to go see a movie for the next dateÂ
(consider this one your third or fourth. i canât imagine that heâd do this on the first or second date, yâknow?)Â
you two had struggled on choosing a movie, but you did eventually decide
imagine whatever movie you like, but
i think the movie would be a really cheesy teen drama
something along the lines of âfive feet apartâ or midnight sunâ. definitely something with some big upstanding issue in their romance
either way, when the movie hits a romantic climax (like the first kiss or something)
he looks at youÂ
the way the artificial light from the screen lights up your features makes him question if youâre a human being and not an angel or sparkling fictional beingÂ
the way that your eyes are lighting up with an odd mix of joy and sadness
everything fell perfectly
he wanted to kiss you right then and there, and though he had been wanting to kiss you since the end of your second date
sadly, he was doubting whether or not this was the right moment
what he didnât know (or notice, rather) was that you knew he was looking at youÂ
and you decided to take the initiative
so you turned his head to face you once you redirected your attention and he turned away blushing
you leaned up and kissed him
slow, sweet, passionate and a little shy
it only turned more delicate when he cupped your cheek in his big calloused hand
the feeling made you lean in a little more
once you two had to break away for air, you two stared into each others eyes
you decided to peck his lips once again
he chuckled a little, but nonetheless, he draped his arm over your shoulders and you laid your head on his shoulderÂ
overall, the kiss?Â
gorgeous. perfect. ten out of ten.Â
it was very experienced, too, so there were no worries there.Â
the gentleness of the experience was something that the both of you envied from other couplesÂ
and you two achieved that
ahaHA. you thought that dadchi over here would be the first person to initiate the kiss?Â
think again! he would be too caught up in if his s/o wanted to kiss him, change my mind-
Asahi Azumane
this big teddy bear
he would most definitely go for someone gentle and kind
he is shy bby, so he might choose someone fairly social
but also aware and not overbearing
he just wants love-
as for the kiss, i find that the kiss would probably happen at school
just the one off chance that he got bothered by the gangster comments
sooo
it was getting to be between hours (class and lunch), and he was hiding in a closed off area of the school
he had texted you that he might be a little late to lunchÂ
and the message scared you
this boy hides what he is feeling, so when he sends a text, that was code for âcome find me in our spot iâm sad and need comfort.âÂ
but like iâm crying just writing that like-Â
so with that knowledge, you let your friends know that youâre gonna be a little late to lunchÂ
and once the final seconds of the period hit, you were out the door
you immediately ran to the quiet areaÂ
and hugged your gentle giant boyfriend
no words needed to be said, but he did lean into your touchÂ
eventually, you knew that you needed to say something
this boy needs reassurance, and you have just that
you tap his shoulder and tilt your head to the floor
and the two of you sit next to each other
you have your hand over his thatâs resting on the groundÂ
and though the silence is comforting, you know words are what need to be used here
so you speakÂ
âyou know i love you, right?âÂ
cue his nodÂ
âyou know that i donât think you are anything even remotely close to dangerous, right?â
stillness, but a hesitant nod
âso if i were to tell you that what those people are saying isnât true, would you believe me?â
he nods
silence looms yet again, and he scoots closer to youÂ
you do the same, and grip his hand to which he responds
after a few minutes of calm quiet, you look up at asahi
he has his eyes locked on the old wall
and you canât help yourself
you lift your hand and tilt his head so his eyes can meet yours
you start to lean up to kiss him with a comforting smile on his face
and as he visibly relaxes, you kiss him
itâs not too long, not too short
but it was exactly what he needed, and he didnât know it
the kiss itself was very shy, though
as much as you wouldâve liked to say that you were 100% confident in your kiss, you werenât
but thatâs okay with asahi and yourselfÂ
you two wouldnât have traded a kiss so loving and soft for the world
you pull away with a slightly bigger smile, and asahiâs face is red
youâre blushing too, but when he flashes you a small smile, you turn even redder
eventually you two settle and go to lunch
so, overall, the kiss is very comforting and soft
it isnât very long, but it doesnât border on a peck, but you know that it didnât cut your breath off too muchÂ
it wasnât very confident, but due to the softness, it was very clean (again, for lack of a better word)
10/10, softest kiss with the softest boi
Nishinoya Yuu
letâs get one thing straight
this boy is whipped for you and everyone knows it
and itâs all due to your personality
so your appearance probably wouldnât matter much to him
someone kind, chivalrous and very intelligent is who i think heâd go for
otherwise, the kiss would probably happen, yet again
AT A VOLLEYBALL GAME HOLY SHI-Â
seriously though, whether it was a practice game or not, doesnât matter.
anyways
i imagine that karasuno is at training campÂ
(and weâll just pretend that things worked out better for them in the games)Â
either way, they are in the second set
theyâre riding a deuce, back and forth
tension is high, the players are starting to lose momentum.
the team managers (including you) overlooking the match are on the edges of their seats.Â
it isnât until karasuno snags two back-to-back points that tensions drop and the crows start a small celebration
unlike yakuâs though, this is an immediate reaction from noya
he runs off the court and to the bench where he jumps at you and just
BIG romantic gesture, of course
YOUR FIRST KISS!Â
the kiss was very messy and excitable
just like your upbeat libero!Â
but it still held a lot of meaning for the both of youÂ
while daichi is trying not to scream, the rest of the team is either watching in disgust, jealousy, or are âawwingâ at the situation
(letâs be honest, though - daichi would silently be cheering you and noya on, he just has to keep up the captain responsibilities,yâknow?)Â
it was fast, full of (accidental) teeth, and a little messy, but it was very loving and passionate
and he didnât want to let go
whenever you tried to pull away heâd giggle a little and pull you back in
itâd take daichi or coach ukai to pry him off youÂ
and theyâd be a little angry
but who can be completely angry when the second-yearâs âitâ couple just had a romantic breakthrough?Â
anyway, itâd leave you flustered and justÂ
reader.exe has stopped working
but you enjoyed it and noya couldnât wipe the smile off his face for the rest of the day
general summary: unintentionally rough, but very passionate and very excited (if you know what I mean - nothing naughty)
more messy than the both of you thought, but it was perfect for the moment
ok, but like seriously-Â
heâd be an amazing boyfriend, change my mind-
Ryuunosuke Tanaka
letâs kickstart this with his s/o
very feminine, but also very brashÂ
someone that knows what theyâre worth but isnât afraid to be a little (again) âfeminineâÂ
possibly another athlete
maybe a volleyball player...? *wink wink*
this is gonna sound horrible but
i canât picture him OR noya having their first kiss unless itâs at a volleyball game
like, itâs not as if they go anywhere else, they just seem like the sports-kiss kinda people
ANYWAY
heres the twistÂ
HE is watching YOU play this time
being the ace of your team, the pressure is on when your team is struggling to keep the points up in the third set
itâs a literal game of back and forth, and youâre about ready to lose your shit
but you need to remain calm or else the team morale will drop
youâve been pushing, but after the rotation, things have been going worse than before
tanaka is watching all of this go down with the rest of the boys volleyball clubÂ
and while everyone (excluding tsukishima) is stressed, tanaka is BY FAR the one stressing the most
like-
his baby and their team are losing rapidly at this point
câmON gET thE ROtAtiON sO MY BabY CaN GeT THe PoINt!Â
is what heâs thinking, though he knows thatâs not going to workÂ
(i mean, maybe it would. if he thinks that thought hard enough-)
either way, the other team calls a time out, and while they are elaborating on what to do
tanaka shouts from the standsÂ
and that little (pfFT WHO ARE WE KIDDING-) action gave you the hope to continue the game
when the game starts back up, everyone is back on track and scoring point after point.Â
itâs starting to scare the living crap out of your opponents
but the boys watching the game are rooting even louder
as the game comes to an end, and your team is only one point away from the total win
you spike the ball, and the opposing players freeze
EASILY one of your most powerful spikesÂ
and EASILY the action that leads to tanaka trying to prevent himself from running away right then and there
(though he was failing physically, daichi was holding him back by his jacket lol)
as your team lined up and left, that was when tanaka had the overwhelming urge to tackle youÂ
(he didnât, which youâll see later, but you found the thought endearing after he told you)
your team is gone, the Karasuno boys team is getting ready to leave
(daichi is still holding tanaka back)Â
when some of the boys are gone and your team is starting to load themselves into their vehicles, you spot tanaka
you signal that you are gonna go to your teammate
âgo for it! i can wait, y/n.â
when you walk over there, you thank daichi and hug tanaka
the hug triggers tears
(âyou did so well i-â)Â
but like, seriously, imagine the inspiration and pure joy he feels - who wouldnât be crying?
when you realize this you pull away
THIS moment is when he takes his chance
he cups your face when you two pull apart from the hug and just kisses youÂ
passionate, messy, emotional
that and so much more
it is made up of things that canât be put into words
when you pull away, you two are both super giggly
and hesitant to leave each other
so you spring the suggestion that he joins your team for the celebratory dinnerÂ
(he agrees)Â
anyway, the kiss is very much him
very brash, but very emotional, and very proud (in a good way)Â
10 out of 10, would recommend tanaka kisses
Chikara Ennoshita
now, this man does not get enough love
and i want to provide for you ennoshita fans
that being said, his girlfriend is most likely someone close to him
laid-back, intelligent, and carrying an amount of grounded energyÂ
you two would probably even be in the same classÂ
(this boy is smart, okay? i feel like heâd be drawn to his s/oâs intelligence)
that being said, the place where the kiss would happen?Â
ok, get this - study session
the one where he is tutoring noya and tanaka at tanakaâs house
but after thatÂ
think âhey, iâm hungry - you wanna get some food?â âoh god, please-âÂ
so...
over ramen after a study session
you two had just helped those two lovable knuckleheads with their studies
it was chaotic, it was draining, and you were barely thriving
though you did enjoy tutoringÂ
and ennoshita found that slightly odd
but endearingÂ
and it made him silently gushÂ
âholy- s/o is an angel. how did i get a literal angel.â
the two of you were making small talk, and discussing the upcoming exams
questions that revolved around arranging study dates and how you think youâd doÂ
no doubt that the both of you were gonna do well, it just happened to come upÂ
and allow the both of you to hype each other up just a little bit
just very calmly
either way, you two had discovered something that
you were hungry
your stomach growled on the walk to your house, and while you were slightly embarassed, ennoshita was gushing at your reaction
he had immediately decided to make a detour
âyou canât go home hungry, s/o. iâll get you some ramen.âÂ
you were blushing, but you were aware of the fact that your parents wouldnât want to see you cooking something at 11 pm
you two ran to coach ukaiâs shop and, while he was very wary since it was near closing, he shrugged it off
(you two didnât know it, but he always found you two perfect for each other. he found your relationship adorable, and he left you two to your own business because of that)
you two grabbed some ramen, ennoshita paid (much to your mild chagrin), and you two waved goodbye and left for your house again
eventually, you two decided to settle on a bench after eating and walking became a chore
it was then that ennoshita was able to truly relax
and observe youÂ
and see your adorable chipmunk cheeks as you were eating
and he just knew
he knew that this was the night that he was waiting forÂ
when you were finished with your ramen and stood up to throw it away, he grabbed your wrist
very light, very feather-like, but it was firm in a metaphorical sense
you could tell he was waiting for something so you stopped
âwhatâs going on?âÂ
he simply stood up and cupped your cheek
and he kissed you
it was soft, it was gentle
with it being under the starry night sky, too - oh my the both of you were in aweÂ
easily an ironically romantic situation when you stop and consider that it was you dropping an empty cup of ramen on the concrete
you were reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck
and once you did, the cup fell and the two of you pulled awayÂ
you both peeked down at the ground before chuckling a little and pecking each other on the lipsÂ
to conclude: romantic, romantic, r o m a n t i c
this boy is so gentle, so sweet, and so loving and honestly-Â
the kiss was tooÂ
no other words for it except âslightly ridiculousâ and âbeautifulâ
#daichisawamura#daichi#daichi x reader#asahiazumane#asahi azumane#asahi x reader#nishinoyayuu#nishinoya#nishinoya x reader#ryuunosuke tanaka#ryuunosuketanaka#tanaka x reader#chikaraennoshita#ennoshita#ennoshita x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons
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Sweatshirt-Related Blues
summary: Alternatively, Yuri thinks about the routine that's setting in his life when it comes to dating Flynn.
notes: This was a drabble I did a month ago trying to work through my handful of writing ideas. I wasn't initially going to post it, especially not the second chapter, but I still feel relatively proud of both, so here they are. I mostly wanted to poke at Yuri (modern au setting) about thoughts he would likely deny of every having passed through his mind.
2k words. link to AO3
both chapters are also on the read more below!
SIDE A
Another calm afternoon goes by. Yuri continues typing on his computer as he strings his thoughts along, thoughts among the lines of I donât get why you just donât note these stuff down, while some from Brave Vesperia lament their loss in some scavenger-hunting video game. Yuri played a bit of it himself, but took to just watching Karol, Rita, Estelle and Patty mess around. He chuckles when he reads Ritaâs clearly annoyed reply, and types up a quick one of his own. And then Estelle asks, isnât it five in the afternoon now? Yuri sneaks a quick glance at the time on the monitor.
âShit. Iâm gonna be late.â
Yuri almost jumps out of the chair to get ready, but as he gets up, he decides to shoot a quick goodbye to his friends. Have fun lol, is how he finishes up the message, before he rushes back to his bed, where Repede has been resting.
âCome on, buddy, we canât keep Flynn waiting.â Though Yuri very well recognizes that the fault will fall on him more than on his sleeping companion. He discards the sleep wear he put back on after running some morning errands, and grabs the clothes he dropped over the bed. Some bermuda shorts and a sweatshirt that is too light for the drizzling weather. At the very least, he feels good wearing those, so why pick a new outfit? Flynnâs definitely going to comment that Iâd get cold. As if that really bothered Yuri to begin with.
He does a quick pat over his pocket, for his wallet. There. And he slides his phone comfortably into the other one. Repede just then has awoken fully, attentive to Yuriâs haste.
âOkay, letâs go.â He tries to comb a hand through his hair, but he instantly gets stuck on a painful knot. Yuri hisses a bit. âOr maybe in a minute.â
After a quick brushing session, Yuri slid his sneakers on and left the apartment, with Repede in tow. Thatâs when he gets a text. He opens it up, and as suspected, itâs from Flynn. Asking him if Yuriâs late again. Thatâs all routine.
The time they have together ends up amazing. To think they could make a competition out of bowling. As a result, Flynn paid for both their meals at the local restaurant. They spent longer than expected just chatting and eating, cooling down from earlier. Theyâd been sitting across one another on the table, exchanging the occasional grins between one another. And Yuri continuously stole glances from Flynn as they talked to one another, without being self-conscious of it like he used to be. Thatâs one perk in finally getting together. Their feelings are laid out on the table, there is no need to dance around excuses.
Flynn checks the wristwatch on his free hand, and Yuri just then realises he was entirely too focused on the hand itself. Their eyes meet.
âYuri, itâs getting a bit late. Should we go?â
Yuri sips the remainder of his milkshake as he thinks. âYeah. We can. I donât have anything to be up in the morning for, though.â
âI have something from 10 in the morning.â
They both stand up, ready to head out. Yuri reaches for Flynnâs hand, taking it tentatively. Itâs warm and slightly rough to the touch, but Yuri knows itâs as rough as his own. Flynn squeezes his hand and looks at Yuri to smile.
âI take it that you enjoyed tonight?â
âHell yeah,â Yuri replies, âI beat you at bowling, I got free food. I think I got it pretty well.â
âI see that our date was just another contest to you.â
âNot my fault you lost.â
They continue bickering all the way to Yuriâs apartment. Flynn goes up the elevator with him, all the way to the entrance to Yuriâs apartment. This is routine, as dates with Flynn have been. Usually the outings would come and go, and one would escort the other and go home. They would hold hands. They kissed a few times.
âIâll text you later.â Flynn says, quieter than his usual. He sounds so soft, it makes Yuri think that the sudden pounding in his heart is louder.
But he tries to keep it cool. âWhat, you donât want to sleepover? Like the usual?â
âI didnât bring any spare clothes with me. Or cleaning utilities. And I have classes.â Flynn laughs sheepishly. He takes both of Yuriâs hands in his own, but only for a brief moment.
âArenât the ones youâre taking in particular online? You just login in from my desktop and youâd be set.â
âI appreciate the sentiment, though I do hold to my lack of spare clothes.â
âFine, fine.â Yuri rolls his eyes as they continue smiling. Yuri feels like theyâre both the dazed fools from some picture-perfect storybook.
And then they look at each other. Yuri watches how Flynn suddenly grows nervous, swallowing a bit. It makes Yuri want to be just a bit selfish⌠To place one kiss on Flynnâs neck, where he knows it would tickle, to feel Flynn chuckle because Yuri for a fact knows that neither of them are very well-versed in being openly affectionate at all.
He leans in, hand lifting to cup Flynnâs face. The gentle press of their lips reminds Yuri of the static he would feel back when he dreamt of kissing Flynn, back when he was clueless of how bad he got it. And just like in his dreams, the kiss lasts for seconds, before one or both of them inevitably pull away. Yuri feels Flynnâs hand over his own.
But what if this were different from the dreams? What if Yuri pressed their lips again, chasing the feeling of Flynn being close? Theyâve only ever had these short and sweet kisses, the types to make any hopeless romantic jealous. Yuri never thought he would be here like this, but there is always an exception when it comes to Flynn.
Both his hands are now on Flynnâs face, stroking his cheeks with thumbs. The kiss is slow, yet it quickly renders them breathless. They bump noses, they donât really know where to put their hands, itâs not a smooth sail. But it was never meant to be elegant to begin with, given theyâre in some old apartment complex corridor. Yuri feels Flynn kiss with the same amount of reluctance out of inexperience, but the very fact heâs wrapping his arms around Yuriâs back makes Yuriâs heart swell.
They part, but theyâre still holding one another. Yuri, expecting to see the same face and the same blue eyes he loves, finds that itâs Flynn who's buried his face in Yuriâs neck. It makes Yuri feel adrenaline rush instantly, his cheeks feeling fuzzy and pulling at the corners of his mouth. It takes another second or two for him to realise that his boyfriend isnât trying to kiss his neck, like he expected, but is instead just hiding his face.
Yuri finds it incredibly endearing. He should have expected this. He hugs back, not as tightly, but his hands rub Flynnâs back. âItâs gonna get cold for real if you stay out here any longer.â
Muffled through Yuriâs sweatshirt, Flynn says: âYour fault if I go out and get a cold.â
âYouâre the one wearing a polo like youâre a divorced dad.â He slowly breaks off the hug, because he still wants to give Flynn a quick look over. Not entirely because their kiss just now woke thoughts in Yuri that he is desperately trying to keep dormant.
âNow itâs âdivorced dadâ? I would appreciate it if you stuck with one name when it came to my fashion sense.â
âItâs all atrocious is what it is.â Yuri grins, crossing his arms as soon as Flynn steps out of hugging range.
âAnd yet you still date me.â
âYouâre lucky I like you, yeah. Now go home, if you cherish your special shower gel more than video game night.â
âI wouldnât want to wound your pride after the amount of gloating you did over bowling.â Flynn chuckles at the thought, before his smile settles to something softer. âGoodnight, Yuri.â
It takes Yuri a beat to remember heâs supposed to go inside his apartment. âYeah. Night.â
He fishes out the keys from his shortsâ pockets and unlocks his door in a swift move. After a quick wave from them both, Flynn turns his back to leave, while Yuri (and Repede, who was waiting diligently), are within the comfort of their home. Yuri sighs, a bit breathless, as he drops his keys and wallet to the side.
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SIDE B
Yuri daydreams more, as of late. When he and Flynn spend time together, the urge to be closer lingers on his mind. How much closer can he get to Flynn anyway? They go on dates somewhat regularly, they chat, they hang out with their friends. Thereâs sleepovers where they play video games to an ungodly hour, days where Yuri sits Flynn down just to help him recite whatever he was meant to study for a test.
And then thereâs affection. Words of endearment, lingered in small doses of insult toward one another, thereâs the occasional hand-holding, and thereâs standing close at times. And then thereâs Flynnâs different ways of showing his love, the tight embraces, the kissesâŚ
Yuri wants more. And itâs such a selfish and such a strong urge forming itself in his brain and not leaving. Now that theyâve been dating for closer to a year, Yuri lays after dates in his bed, agonizing over himself. What more is there to want? Isnât this calm in the sea much better than chaos contained within the waves? Yuri is lucky enough that their feelings ended up being mutual, because he never even imagined he would get this far with Flynn.
But that is a vice of itself, Yuri thinks, because it makes him dream. The deeper kisses he and Flynn shared in rare instances could not satisfy all urges, the parts of Yuri he would much rather purge out of existence.
Yuri wishes Flynn were here. That they were embracing over Yuriâs bed, that they were kissing. Heâd probably been the one to push Flynn toward the bed, he realises. Heâs the enabler in many ways, even if itâs something deemed so selfish. Yuri turns to lay on his side at the thought. Bodies pressed closer, warm feelings contained between them. Yuri thinks about Flynnâs hands, and how they would move to pull Yuri closer, while the gentle touch would leave him longing for some sappy words, some sappy expressions of love.
Theyâve yet to settle comfortably in love declarations too. Yuri implies it with words, actions, never using the word itself. Flynn is a bit better about this, though he is just as skittish. If nothing else, he is much better at expressing his affection just through his choice of words than Yuri is. It isn��t that Yuri would mind saying the three words, because he imagines them escaping between him and Flynn, between hushed kissing. But he has yet to find the strength to say them. Yuri can only hope that he is at least able to express them.
He wants to make Flynn feel the same things Yuri is feeling now. He wants to move his hands, his lips, to lay over Flynn, to cup his face and to kiss him harder, until they both are breathless, laughing tired, basking in each otherâs comfort. He doesnât want one of them to have to go home after a date, he doesnât want them to end on sweet kisses only. He wants them to spend the night, less as best friends still navigating their relationship, but closer to lovers who have been waiting for too long...
The moment Yuri realises heâs gotten too lost in his thoughts, he sits up, almost abruptly. His heart beats hard, itâs all he can hear in the darkness of the night. In the wake of it all, Yuri isnât sure he is able to accept how he gets about this stuff.
He shuffles his hand through the night stand, until he picks up his phone. A little past 1am. Yuri supposes itâs fair. There aren't any text-related notifications, but he still opens the app for his group chats. Still no notification he happened to miss. Yuri taps the chat with Flynn, the latest message being some reply from Flynn over a meme Yuri sent. It says heâs online, so heâs probably studying.
Yuri begins typing, and he can feel his heart pound through his hands, making them feel weirdly clammy. Yuri pays little attention to it, but to think that he would feel like this⌠To be honest, itâs nice. That Yuri isnât immune to something like the fluttering feelings of dating meant that all his thoughts that he canât say out loud are normal.
He stares at his message for Flynn. He swallows, and he reads through it again. His thumb hovers over the send button. But he presses backspace.
i wish you stayed the night. i love you.
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Someplace Warmer, Someplace Safer - (How the Wild Things Start Universe)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is not edited/beta'd, so please forgive any rough spots! I'll be cleaning it up and posting it on ao3 at a later time! This also takes place after How the Wild Things Start, and is based on a request sent in by @saintedjack -- thank you!
WARNINGS: PTSD responses, MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE (SEXUAL), please tread carefully if that's hard for you!
In the year of our Lord 2020, Sam Winchester didn't think that Christmas would feel so much less... sore of a spot. Maybe that's because he's practiced a handful of Christmases with Leia and Lilly now and has realized with some clarity that holidays can sometimes be about as good as the number of kids who get excited over it. When it was just him and Dean, it was a coupla beers and memories of little kids who sat in hotel rooms waiting for their parent â singular. Now Lilly is coloring pictures of reindeer and eagerly reminding Dean of what she wants for the hundredth time. ("Yeah, yeah, I got it," Dean grumbles, without even the smallest bit of heat to it, "How could I forget when you drew it on my bedroom wall?") Meanwhile, Leia's fourteen, so the appeal of a 'Santa Claus' isn't really there for her; she and Sam are too alike on that front, having lost whatever magic Christmas would've had when they were very little. But she loves that Lilly loves it. She helps her hang up tinsel and all those basic holiday ornaments around the bunker. When Sam and Dean are out to get the kitsune her dietary needs, she prays to Castiel, makes him trek all the way to Lebanon â just so she can ask him to drive her to the rental box in front of the liquor store for holiday films. Anyway, uh. Sam feels... good. He feels good about it. About Christmas.Â
First time in forever, he knows, but things evolve over time, right?
Whatever makes them happy makes him happy, and it doesn't help that Dean's starting to get into a bit of a frantic holiday mood himself when he realizes Cas and Leia rented National Lampoon's Holiday Vacation. With one girl on either side of him, his brother chatters on and on about classics, movies like A Christmas Story and the Grinch, and Sam can only roll his eyes in good humor and sound fondness. It's a good day. He hasn't had a nightmare in days â hasn't slept-walked in almost as long (not that it stops Dean from keeping the front door locked, so Sam can't wander out again and scare the shit out of them). It's the day before Christmas, though, and there's plenty of cereal, boxed mac 'n cheese and canned Chef Boyardee, but absolutely nothing that rightfully belongs on a dinner table for the holidays. "I'll be back; just gonna pick up some stuff," he says, while the three are in the middle of Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana, Mr. Grinch, with the greasy black peel-. Dean snaps out of the trance that had made him 10-years-old for a moment and looks critically at Sam; Lilly doesn't look away from the television, but Leia's sharp gaze shoots to Sam at the same time as Dean's. Dean says, "You sure you don't want us to go, too?" And Sam waves it off. Waves both of them off, since Leia's trying so hard to judge him under her bangs "I'll be fine. Just hitting the grocery for something that works for tomorrow. Please try not to feed them straight sugar while I'm gone?" "Yes, honey," Dean huffs, but there's some hesitance in the way he turns to look back at the TV. He couldn't really blame him, considering what shitty lucky they had apart. Or, well... considering the guilt that still festers in Dean like old, greenish wounds. Sam knows it's there every time his brother glances at pale scars intersecting on his arms, or when he manages to rouse him from a bad dream, or when Sam spaces out at the dinner table until something startles him to attention. Sam's screwed up, and Dean's still gnawing at his own leg for letting it happen. ... Shit happens. Sam tries not to think about it anymore than he has to, because it's not like the muscle memory ever goes away, nor those phantom smells or those reels of the monster rings. No, no, he's not going to think about it. Because today's a good day. It's a good week. He takes the keys to the truck he's kept to himself, makes a mental note to call Castiel and see if he'll stop by for visiting. The air outside is cold and bitterly unfair to the lungs, but he tugs his jacket tighter around himself and wills the old truck AC to start heating him back up. The drive isn't far, and the people at the place he's driving to know him well enough. He's not sure if that's a good or bad thing, especially now that they see him changed so drastically; he's pretty sure Dean just tells them all he'd gotten deployed somewhere and ended up hurt, or something. Sam doesn't bother figuring out the cover story, because he's not ever going to be in the mood to talk about it with Joey Behind the Counter or Leticia Stocking the Shelves, no matter how much he likes them. The bell to the store rings, they wave him in, ask him about his plans for the holidays, tell him all about their kids â he surprises himself by talking about his own, albeit vaguely, because you never know who is truly safe. And even though he has little to no skill in hearty, holiday feasts, he knows the basics from television: cranberry sauce, turkey, stuffing, eggnog, so on and so on. Despite his complaint to Dean not to overfeed the kids on sweets, he ends up grabbing two boxes of themed cookies, too. It's not until he walks out the front door that he feels something's off. He'd never claim to still have the powers he did at age 22, but â the hairs on his neck stand up, goosebumps running along his arms beneath his thick coat. It's hard to say what even caused it; there's nobody around. He glances uneasily left and right, and then makes a slow, cautious walk toward the parking around the corner. His heart thumps in his chest and his mind plays cruel games with him: what if it's a hunter coming for him? Looking for him and his family, after what happened at their old cabin? It hasn't been that long. "Hello," a little, polite voice chirps from seemingly out of nowhere. Sam nearly leaps out of his skin, teeth snapping together as he turns in a fraction of a second â ready to fight, dropping his grocery bags as his hand reaches around the back of him. (Bright lights, feral howls of pain, blood on dirt and black eyed spectators-) His breath catches at the startled teenager with sandy-blonde hair standing in front of him. He's dressed in clothes he's clearly worn for a long time, the knitting on his gloves and cap frayed. The smell of an alleyway greets Sam belatedly, and shame creeps into his face when he realizes just what he's actually looking at here: some homeless kid whose smile has faded into a look of uncertainty. Wanted a buck, but ended up with some over-sized freak having an episode at him. "Sâsorry," Sam chokes out. He's trying not to let himself get pulled under, but the lights have... always been so bright. The kid seems appeased by the way Sam steps back, though, and moves to rather calmly start collecting the fallen goods from the ground; for a moment, Sam wonders if he's just gonna take them for the trouble, but the boy starts putting them back into the brown paper bags they'd come in. "It's fine. I must be scarier than I thought." It's said in such an easy way, and he looks up with a kind, gap-toothed smile. "I was going to ask if you could spare some money, but I can see now that I should have made my presence more obvious." ... That's a way for a teenaged boy to put it. It reminds Sam of a particular angel of Thursday and his straightforward, over-complicated way of talk. With a somewhat forced smile, he bends down to quickly collect what the kid hasn't. "No, no, I'm â I'm good at being on edge. It wasn't you. Sorry for... that." He's not sure how to put it. He has a hard time remembering how to talk to people, sometimes. There's something particularly distracting about this one, though. Maybe it's the fact that he's so youthful, covered in dirt and red in the nose. Looks at him like how Leia had â with the hope that Sam can help him. Or is he just projecting? He pinches the bridge of his nose, smiling tiredly. "What's your name, kid?" The boy says, almost proudly, "Jack." "... Um, well. Jack. I'm Sam. It's good to meet you. I think you deserve something nice for not thinking I'm a total weirdo, so... if you wanna carry a bag to the truck for me, I've got some cookies and dollars to offer you?" It feels kind of demeaning in a way, like he's giving the poor kid some basic task to 'earn' what Sam'll give him. But Jack just nods and walks along side him. "Thanks, Sam," Jack says. He says Sam's name like he's testing out the weight of it, forming it carefully in his mouth. Despite Jack's appearance, he radiates something... well, something. It's warmer than the weather. "Where are you from, Jack?" Sam asks, tilting his chin forward to look down. His voice is softer, more careful. "From everywhere," Jack says, and looks over at Sam. "I honestly don't know. I've just always been... like this." "... Homeless?" Sam offers. Jack cocks his head to the side, gazing ahead of them. "Homeless. Yes." It's not a long walk, so it's not like there's much more to talk about before they reach the old truck. They load up the groceries, and Sam provides one box of cookies (in this case, the box that is less crushed from falling on the asphalt). It feels like a meager kind of offering, all things considered. "Here â I mean, if you like sweets. I bought way too many, so... Um. And â " "I like cookies," Jack says as a matter-of-factly. "Thank you, Sam." Doesn't feel good enough, though. Sam gnaws his lip and feels... some sort of way about all this. Like he's doing something the wrong way, here. Leia and Lilly have ruined him for life. "Where are you heading, anyway? Do you live in town? I've never seen you here before." Jack's already got the box of cookies wrenched open, and he's eating them too fast, a lot like how Sam used to eat his rations when he lived in a cage, in the dark. Sam's already predicting that he's gonna get sick, and he can't really hide the wince as the crumbs start to collect on Jack's old jacket. Jack looks like he's unsure how to answer, not for the first time. "I'm just moving around. I have nowhere to be, as long as it's â " He struggles for the right word. "Safe." "Safe," Sam says. Jack nods with a mouthful. "Shafe," he says. Sams hands twitch nervously at the thought of sending the boy away with his 'rewards'. Whatever the hell cookies constitute as, anyway. It's not safe out there, that's for sure. It's gonna be below freezing for a while in Lebanon, and â He sighs softly. No... No, it's not smart. Not smart to being a stray into a house full of supernatural lore books, weapons, monster children. He would freak out. He'd panic and he'd know where they live, and he could tell anyone with an ear open about where a guy named Sam lives with his odd little family. But... "You want me to drive you somewhere? I mean, there should be a homeless shelter around here somewhere, if you need somewhere a little less... this." He gestures to the world around them, swathed in a fine layer of snow. Jack seems mildly uncertain, a crooked line of uncertainty to his lips. Sam recognizes maybe he looks like he's one-half a serial killer in his plaid, with his weird flinching and nervousness. "You don't have to, but... I don't want you to freeze out here." After a moment, Jack does seem to relent; nobody likes to be cold, and Sam could tell even if he was handling it well, it was not a pleasant experience he wants to endure any longer than he has to. So he nods at last, and Sam nods to the passenger seat. "Climb aboard, then. I think I remember the street and everything; you'll be warm in no time. And, uh. We can get you something better than cookies, actually." "I don't know what can be better than cookies," Jack replies, sliding into the passenger seat, "But I'm willing to consider it." The truck stutters to life, and Sam makes a beeline for the nearest Taco Bell there is. Cheap, but you get a hell of a lot with a little; he and Dean were no stranger to that particular drive-thru back in the day, when Dean was too tired to eat expired food and Sam was too tired to go buy himself a decent salad and sandwich. The Helping Hands Homeless Shelter is a good distance, so Sam learns a few things in-between Jack scarfing down burritos and soft tacos: he's fourteen or fifteen (he thinks?; Sam's mortified by the thought of him being on his own all this time), his mother died when he was born, he's not sure where his father is, and he's always been moving. No grandparents, no uncles or aunts, nobody that he's familiar with. Once the last wrapper is thrown on the floorboard as designated, though, Jack looks uneasy. "... Is this 'a trade'?" Sam glances over, brow furrowed. "A what?" "A trade," Jack reaffirms, and his eyes â glance down, towards Sam's crotch. Sam feels like he's going to puke, his stomach twisting and heart lurching. He almost slams on the brakes then and there, in the middle of the street, but he manages to avoid doing anything so fucking stupid as to scare the kid. Sam and Dean have both had their fair share of close calls growing up â Sam's had to scream at peeping toms through hotel windows, or weird men at gas stations who keep sizing them up while they read magazines, or â But. But they both had rules, and Dean always had an extra eye out on him. The thought of â the implication of it, it makes his blood boil, rushing in his ears. He thinks of Lilly and Leia and â Sam's been quiet too long. So Jack speaks up again. "It's alright. I don't do anything if they don't ask first. If they don't have something to give me," Jack says, confidently, and Sam wants to scream. "No," Sam manages, voice tight. "No, that's not okay. Anyone who asks something like that, they're monsters, do you understand me? They're evil, and you shouldn't trust them. Not for a second." Jack leans back more comfortably in his seat, confused â but glad. Sam's hands are itching for a blade and someone to hunt. A monster in a ring to rip into. He breathes out instead and looks at the road. It doesn't take long before Jack finds himself tired of the quiet, though, and his gaze moves to Sam's wrists, instead. His hands. The sliver of arm that peaks out under his sleeve. "What happened to your hands?" he asks, innocently. Concerned. Sam's shoulders sag, like the kid has gone and popped that balloon full of rage. "... Monsters hurt me, too," he says weakly, because he figures the kid deserves the truth. "A different kind of monster, but monsters all the same." Jack reaches over, and Sam startles at the hand cupping over his damaged knuckles. "I'm sorry," Jack says. "About the monsters." Sam kind of wants to cry, honestly. "Me, too." He was supposed to get a Christmas dinner, in and out of the store, nothing more to it. He was supposed to just give the kid some money and maybe a snack. He's supposed to just drop him off somewhere a little warmer and safer. (Leia looked at him like a hero, once, like he was going to swoop in and save her; Jack isn't looking at him like that, though; he's just a guy giving him a ride and cookies). Sam's phone rings. He doesn't need to look to know it'll say DEAN in white letters on the screen. Just a minute 'til they get to the shelter. (You're not a hero, you barely managed to protect your girls, he reminds himself.) "Sam?" Jack asks. Ring, ring. Ring, ring. (But Leia looks at him like heâs a superhero. A shaking, high, rabid superhero, hopped up on demon blood, with hands so tense and locked, they look like claws in the darkness. And beside her â a crying boy, a few years younger than her. Thereâs a burn on his leg, a shake of his shoulders. Worst of all, thereâs skin sloughed off around him, and itâs only then that Sam realizes the boy looks different than he had an hour before. A shifter? A small, scared shifter. Like Glenda had been.) He pulls over on the side of the road. Reaches into his jacket pocket, retrieves the phone with a shaking hand. When he answers Dean and hears his brother asking nervously what's taking him so long, he can't help but look at Jack. Jack, who is looking at him with an uneasy amount of trust. How he has it, Sam's not fucking sure, but he feels like he has to do this. (He thinks of two little girls, holding hands as they watch Christmas cartoons.) "I â I'm bringing someone back with me," he manages. "His name is Jack, and he â needs a place to stay, for a little while." He does a u-turn, driving toward the bunker as snow begins to fall once again, soft, delicate. Jack looked awed, still looks awed. He looks at Sam like this was destiny. Fate. Something. "I thought so." "... You thought what?" Jack smiles slowly with that warm, gap-toothed smile. "That something about you, it felt like an angel."
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