#i hate him hes here to curse the DASH- YET AGAIN

[gaysindistress]

Hey my sweet sweetheart 😘 so I'm currently sitting in the dark as the power in the whole town went down and Id have the wish to have Bucky here with me. So there's maybe this idea where they have also no power at the compound and the reader sneaks her way into Bucks room cause she doesn't want to be alone and he prepares everything with candles and blankets to have all comfy so that he can cuddle you all night 🥺 aw this makes me crave him so bad 😞

Hey hey 💕

I tried to finish this yesterday but I got distracted when I got home. Anyways here it is! I hope you survived your power outage 😉

The lights above flickered for a moment before all chaos descended upon me. The generators cry out as they shut off and even the air conditioning disappears too.

“Jarvis?” I hesitantly call for the AI that I hated at first but later thanked Tony for.

“Jarvis?” I call out again but there’s no reply.

I can hear others down the hall calling for him too but they too receive nothing. Vision waltzes through my wall and informs me that the power is out.

“Mr.Stark has yet to confirm when it will be back on. He asks that no one disturb him while he works to turn it back on,” he states before walking through my wall again.

I curse under my breath and flop myself onto my bed. I had been working on a mission report but seeing as the power is out and therefore the wifi, it doesn’t look like I’ll be doing anymore work.

Usually Tony is quick to get things up and running again however this new compound is significantly larger than Stark Tower. There may only be 3 stories to power however it spans across 15 acres, all of which contain various important power sources. I can only imagine how long it’ll take even with the help of Bruce and Peter (granted Peter may just get in the way but it’s the thought that counts.)

The reality of sitting alone in the dark for an indefinite amount of time starts to weigh on me and it’s been less than a minute. It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark, I’m just afraid of what’s IN the dark and being alone without a way to call for help isn’t where I want to be.

I slide out of bed, wrapped up in a blanket like it’s my armor and book it to the door. Popping my head out, I spot Wanda and Natasha walking towards me.

“We’re having a game night in the living room. You should come with us,” Wanda excitedly tells me but Natasha is quick to give me the answer I really want.

“He was in his room when we walked past,” she says with a faint smile.

“Thank you. Maybe next time,” I mumble to them as I dash past and towards his room.

When I come to stand in front of his door, I can’t find the courage to knock. I nervously shift on my feet as i hope the ceiling would come crashing down so i wouldn’t have to knock or survive this power outage. Voices float down the hall towards me and I know it’s now or never.

I gingerly knock, hoping that Bucky would hear and open the door before the voices see me.

The door cracks open and my savior looks at my wearily, “y/n?”

I wince at the harsh sound of his voice as the door cautiously swings open, allowing me a chance to slip in. I take it and tuck myself against the wall as Bucky turns to look at me.

“Come here,” he says in a gentler tone with his arms spread wide. When I don’t immediately take a step forward, he takes a cautious step towards me and waits. I almost knock him over from the force of me launching myself at him.

“Let’s get you into bed,” he whispers after pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I barely nod in agreement and he’s gently pulling me towards his bed. Ever the gentlemen, he doesn’t try to remove my blanket and instead lifts his covers so I can curl into a ball under both layers.

He tucks his duvet around me before leaving and opening his closet. I can’t see what he’s doing but I can hear his gathering things and closing the door. Returning only minutes later to his position next my hunched form, he nudges my hip for me to move over. When I move, I can see that he’s lit several candles and placed them throughout the room. He doesn’t mention it as he crawls in next to me and wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you.”

“No need for that, doll. You know that.”

I move my head so I can look up at him and he does the same. I’ve always thought him to be the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen but the kindness and thoughtfulness of this moment confirms that. He is the epitome of beauty from his looks to his heart.

Bucky glances to my lips for a second and I do the same. It’s now or never.

We meet I n the middle, completely enthralled with each other and this moment. He closes the last few inches and captures my lips in a kiss. He shifts so that hes leaning over me as our lips move together, growing breathless. Pulling away, i smile at the man above me, delicate pieces of dark hair framing the face of this angel.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” I murmur before my lips meet his once again. I feel him nod as our mouths part and his tongue slides against mine.

“And you are my light,” he murmurs back as we wrap ourselves up in each other.

[leaawrites]

Tonight is the night

Robert Keating x fem!reader

Summary: where Rob helps the reader with her fear of fireworks and loud noises.

Warnings: comfort, angst, fluff,

Wordcount: 1k

Masterlist

The clock ticked, it was close to midnight. Close to a new beginning.

One of his new year’s resolutions was not going into 2025 with any regrets, it was a goal he set himself every year, yet it was the only one he never ticked off on his imaginary list. One thing still haunted him, every year. It was simple, as simple as picking cherry’s from a tree and eating them. Until he actually faced her and suddenly he wasn’t tall enough to reach the branch anymore. Growing smaller with every second she smiled at him so perfectly.

Tonight was the night, he finally concluded as he stepped out the door of his flat and walked to the party of some friends. The moment Bobby walked in through the door and felt the bass of the party song that played over the speakers pump through his veins he knew: tonight was the night. He’d finally confess. Kissing her at midnight and hoping she felt the same. At least he’d finally tick off the one resolution he always postponed.

It was now twenty minutes before midnight and he still hadn’t sighted her. Her friends were there, dancing and drinking and having fun, but where was she? The one he was hoping to catch and disappear with from the overcrowded place. He knew how much she hated staying in such places for too long. Having walked her home more than once when she began feeling uncomfortable and no one else wanted to leave so early into the night.

“Hey,” he called to one of her friends over the music, grabbing the girl’s attention by taking her elbow in his hand.

“Bobby!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms over his shoulder and pulling her down to her height. “I haven’t seen you in ages!”

Before she could keep on gushing to him, he cut her off, speaking clearer than ever before to make her understand in her drunk state of mind. “Do you know where Y/n is? I can’t find her.”

“Oh, silly, she’s not here,” she said, giggling at his grimace and ready to turn around again.

He stopped her, turning her towards him again. “Where is she then?”

“At home,” she said it like it was obvious. Like he should’ve known.

“Why?” Growing impatient with the clock ticking in the back of his head, reminding him there were only a few more treasurable minutes before a new year begin and he’d enter uncompleted and regretful once more.

“The fireworks. She’s scared of them. Too much noise and all that,” she answered, making a face to imitate her boredom. Bobby nodded, grateful for the answers, and let her go back to dancing.

He thought for a moment, the thoughts and possibilities running through his head until he started following them. Running out the door, down the staircase and down the street. Following the footsteps they’ve left behind the last time they walked home from the same place. Her guiding the way while she kept on talking about whatever was going through her head and him listening with a smile on his face. He could listen to her ramble forever.

Standing outside the door to her apartment building, he pressed on the doorbell, looking at his wrist watch and seeing the time. 11:57, the time continued ticking when she didn’t answer right away. He rang again, praying for her to answer.

“Hello?” Her voice pierced through his heart, calming his nerves before he started rambling.

“Y/n, it’s Bobby. Can you please let me in?” He said, stressing out.

11:58. People were already lining the street, a firework was going off in the distance, he heard her curse whoever it was before she spoke again.

“What do you want?” her voice breaking.

“Please!” He didn’t care if he sounded desperate and out of his mind, he was.

11:59.

The door clicked open as she let him in, finally. Dashing up the stairs, taking two at a time, Rob made his way up, counting down the seconds.

10, Arriving at her door, he saw it standing open, already waiting for him to enter.

9, Looking around the little apartment, she was nowhere in sight.

8, Closing the door behind himself, he quickly threw off his scarf and coat before running around the rooms, looking for her.

7, Every room was lit, beside one.

6, Her bedroom was dark, the blinds were shut. A fragile body was huddled against the back of her bed, blanket thrown over her nervous body.

5, Making his way over to her, he could feel her body shaking as he took her face in his hands, caressing her cheek.

4, “Lisa told me, she said you were here.”

3, she didn’t answer, only looked at him like he was insane for not walking away already.

2, “Are you alright?”

1, Shaking her head, the tears started pooling at her eyes, threatening to wash down her face. Show him all the cracks in her skull.

0, tonight was the night.

Fireworks went off, the silence was replaced by loudness all around. Next to her window, outside her door, in the whole city. But she didn’t hear any of it. The moment the first one sizzled into the air, it was silenced by his lips on hers. His hands covering her ears to shield them from the night outside. Moving his lips gently against hers, the regrets fell away, the list was ticked off for the first time since he’d met her. Now it as only them.

Pulling away for air, she still heard the screeching and banging and loud laughter, but it was quieter now. But she only saw him now. His eyes looking into hers, a nervous smile on his lips that were starting to swell, his chest heaving. She only heard her heartbeat drumming through her body, beginning for more. Beginning to feel him again.

Leaning in once more, she pulled him in by his sweater, silencing the whole world.

“Happy new year’s,” he mumbled against her lips, making her giggle. The feeling of her breath fawning against his lips sent shivers down his spine.

“Happy new year’s, Bobby.”

The only fireworks she could feel were the ones in her chest, exploding whenever she felt his lips on hers and his hands on her body that night.

[wolfjackle-creates]

For the ask game, I feel like #1 and #13 go really well together. Cuddle curse plus drugged/cuddle drunk confession. Maybe with just a dash of #3 Misunderstandings if the recipient thinks it's just the cuddle curse talking.

Perhaps in the flavor of platonic Dead Serious (Danny/Damian)?

Since you specifically said Platonic Dead Serious, I hope you're okay with a Twin AU. Because I've had one on the backburner for almost a year now that's never been written. This wouldn't technically fit that fic, but it's still a trope I adore that I haven't written.

This will be about a month or two after Danny ends up at the manor. No secrets have been revealed yet. The Waynes only know that Danny wasn't safe where he was and came to Bruce for shelter. Danny only knows that they know about the League of Assassins but nothing about their nightlife.

Okay, wow, this got long. It has no right to be as long as it is. Anyway, enjoy the 2.8k of shenanigans I wrote! (It's way less angsty than I expected, tbh.)

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Danny walked into the library only to see Damian and freeze.

Damian stared back at him, neither moving a muscle.

Danny was the one to break the silence. "Damian."

"Danyal," was the curt reply.

Danny glared at his twin who ignored it and turned back to what he was working on.

"That's it!" shouted Dick.

Danny jumped. He hadn't seen the man standing off to the side; he'd been too focused on Damian.

"You two have been dancing around each other ever since Danny got here. Now, I don't know what history you have since neither of you will talk about it, but you have to at least be civil to each other. So you're going to have a bonding day tomorrow."

"Richard!"

At the same time, Danny said, "No!"

Then the twins were back to glaring at each other.

"He won't even call me by my name," protested Danny. "I hate Daniel and Danyal. I'm Danny."

"You are a Wayne and grandson to the Demon Head. It is beneath you to go by such a ridiculous diminutive."

"Oh yeah, because I want to be reminded of Ra's every time someone talks to me."

Dick physically moved between them. "Enough. This is what I'm talking about. Come on, there has to be something you both enjoy and can do together."

Danny shrugged. "I enjoy lots of things. Just not weapons and fighting because I spent too much time doing that when I was little. Now I just want to be a regular American teen."

"And the interests of 'regular American teens' are banal and insipid. I will not waste my time partaking in them."

Dick looked between them with his eyes narrowed. "You know what, there's a carnival in town right now. You will both be going there tomorrow for the morning. You can compete at the games if you need to compare skills, Damian. And there's junk food and sweets for you, Danny. Then after, I'll take you to the animal shelter to do an extra volunteering shift. That way you spend some time alone together to figure out your differences, you'll be in public the entire time so I don't have to worry about anyone being stabbed, and it caters to both your interests."

"I do believe that is an excellent idea, Master Dick."

Danny jumped again at the unexpected voice of Alfred behind him.

"In fact, I will drive you to the carnival myself. I expect both of you to be downstairs and ready to leave by nine thirty tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Pennyworth," said Damian. But based on his frown, he was not happy with the discussion.

Danny looked between Alfred and Dick, but couldn't think of a way to back out. "Fine."

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Not even half an hour after they'd arrived at the carnival, Danny was ready to tear his hair out. And had sent several messages to Dick stating as much.

Damian was sneering at the people, at the food, at the very mud on the ground.

"It's mud, Damian. It won't hurt you."

"It will require me to do more work to clean my shoes before we can enter our home. For no benefit, either. This place is horrendous."

Danny sighed. "Can't you just relax, Dami? You're safe. No one is going to beat you if you let go a little bit."

"No. I can't." Damian moved faster, forcing Danny to half-run to catch up.

"Look, the game booths are up ahead. Let's see if we can't win some prizes. I'm sure Dick would love it if you gave him something you won."

"Everything is cheap and ugly."

"Exactly the sort of things Dick likes!"

"Very well."

With Damian next to him, Danny didn't dare cheat. For his first prize, Damian selected a large, stuffed elephant. Though after he'd received it, he stared at it with no idea what to do next.

"You carry it around with you! We want to have so many prizes between us we can barely walk."

"That seems idiotic."

Danny nudged him. "Look, they're stuffed animals. I'm sure the shelter will take any you don't want to keep."

Damian hummed just like Bruce and made his way to the next booth. Danny won that round and the competition was on.

The next half hour passed much more pleasantly than the first. Until the ground started moving under them. Danny and Damian were two of the few who kept their feet as vines shot up from the soil and wrapped around the rides and huts and trailers.

Poison Ivy rose above them all and began screaming about how this meadow had been home to an endangered flower before the fair destroyed the habitat.

Danny and Damian both moved towards the woman rather than away like everyone else.

But Poison Ivy wasn't done with her monologue. Buds swelled on the vines. "Now, to distract you while I destroy this corporate evil."

"Come on, Damian!" called Danny. A bud burst open into a flower in front of him and Danny tried to duck, but it released a puff of pollen.

Both he and Damian got a face-full. Instantly, Danny could feel a tingling spreading out from his lungs and he reached back to grab Damian's hand.

"Any idea what that was?"

Damian gripped his hand just as tightly and the two continued to fight their way forward, now close enough to bump shoulders.

"Dr. Isley has many pollens with different effects. What symptoms are you experiencing?"

Danny shivered and pulled Damian closer. "Cold which is weird. Cold hasn't bothered me for years now. And I feel itchy. Are you feverish? Your hand feels warm."

Damian moved in closer until their arms were pressed together and Danny felt some of the cold recede. "No, but I know what we have been attacked with. It is a pollen to promote physical closeness."

"Cuddle pollen? Seriously? Sounds like something I would've had to deal with back... Just before. Isn't Gotham known for things like fear toxin or whatever? Cuddle pollen seems out of character."

"Dr. Isley is more concerned with her plants. If she can keep the humans preoccupied and stop them from interfering, she doesn't much care how it's done. And it is hard to fight her when you are desperate to hold onto each other."

Danny slipped on the moving ground and ended up pulling Damian down on top of him.

Oh. He understood now. With Damian pressed up against him more fully, the stuffed elephant squished between them, nothing could have enticed him to let go. He wrapped his arms more securely around Damian.

Danny sighed and dug his fingers into Damian's shirt. "We should call the others. Let them know to stay away for a bit." And then he remembered how much his brother hated him. "Or, I suppose, come sooner."

"What do you mean?"

"I know you don't like having me around. I can't imagine being forced to cuddle me is pleasant for you. If the others get here, you could go to Bruce or Dick."

"I do not like touch regardless of who it is. Dr. Isley's pollen is one of my least favorite toxins to be affected by, though it causes the least amount of damage. But you... are not the worst to be here with."

Danny watched as vines destroyed more and more of the carnival around them. After a while, he said, "High praise from the Demon Heir. Then why do you leave whenever I walk in a room?"

"I killed you. I did not think you would wish me around."

Danny's mouth fell open but it was only a moment before he was laughing so hard he had to stop breathing. He clutched Damian tighter and buried his face in his brother's neck as laughter shook his shoulders. His lungs would be screaming if he were still alive.

Damian tensed in his arms and pulled an arm away from Danny to fumble for something in his pocket. The cold rushed in which allowed Danny to finally draw in some air as he pushed closer to Damian.

"Richard! Yes, we're caught in the attack. Dr. Isley is using her ridiculous pollen. But, I think there might be something else in it, Danny is laughing as if he's been hit by Joker Venom. I feel no such affects as of now and we were dosed at the same time."

"No, no," Danny gasped out. "Not venom. You just— You think I'd be mad over a little murder?" Danny couldn't help but fall back into his laughter.

"You're... not?"

Danny shook his head into Damian's neck. "No, 'course not. What's a little murder between family? 'Sides, you didn't have a choice. I'm dating my second murderer, you know. She didn't have a choice either and the nightmares still keep her up some nights. And if you hadn't killed me that first time, resulting in Talia reviving me with the pits, I never would've survived my second and third deaths. Though... technically due to reasons, the second death never really happened which is why Sam had to kill me the third time. She knew I'd come back."

Dick's voice came through over the phone speaker, clear enough for Danny to hear it with how close he was. "What do you mean you've died three times!"

"I wish to know as well."

Danny shrugged. "Damian killed me when we were eight. I died in an accident at fourteen. That death was undone by a genie a few months later and my girlfriend had to recreate the accident to keep the town from being destroyed. It is what it is."

Dick's voice was horrified. "You can't just 'it is what it is' your own death!"

Danny chuckled. "I grew up in an assassin cult and now I have cool ghost powers. I think I'm more than justified in having a unique view on death. Mine just... doesn't bother me anymore. Though I don't really care for electricity. I can be around it, don't get me wrong, but I don't like it."

"Ghost powers?" asked Damian.

"Yeah. Wanna see? I can get us out of here. Where can you meet us, Dick?"

"Why have you not revealed these powers before now."

Danny shrugged again. "I had to keep them a secret from my adoptive parents because they were ghost hunters. Just got in the habit. Then you were acting so stand-offish I didn't know if you'd want me to open up. But if it was just misplaced guilt? Showing off might help you get over that."

"I have a secret I've been keeping from you as well. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to share it, but I shall once we get home, whatever Father thinks."

Dick broke in then, "Baby Bat, are you sure about this?"

"I am."

"Okay, well then, Alfred and I are about a half mile south of the south parking lot. Are you sure you can get here?"

Danny scoffed. "Easy." He reached over and hung up Damian's phone for him. "Ready for the ride of you life, Dami?"

"You do not know a fraction of what I have done over the last eight years. That is a high bar."

"And you don't know a fraction of what I've done, either. I bet I can cross that bar."

Damian hesitated. "What do you bet?"

That response brought Danny up short and then he was laughing again. "Okay, I like this version of you. I bet my share of dessert for the next three nights."

"I find those terms acceptable."

"Great." Danny moved his head from Damian's neck to look around. Poison Ivy was facing away from them and most of the people around them were similarly cuddled together and keeping their heads down. No one was around to see them.

Danny let invisibility wash over them both before raising into the air. He kept them tangible, however. He didn't think the pollen would've let him turn intangible if he'd tried.

"We are flying."

Danny grinned. "Yep. This is my favorite thing about being dead. Flight. Now, let's go find your other brother." From the air, he could see the batmobile pull up to the scene and Batman, Red Robin, and Signal rushed out. They were wearing modified costumes that covered all skin and came with respirators.

"Looks like the cavalry's here," Danny commented as he flew in the opposite direction.

"Indeed. Let us hurry to Richard and Pennyworth." After a moment, he added, "How does your flight work? It is like I cannot feel the pull of gravity at all."

"That's exactly it. I'm part ghost. That means that I'm part interdimensional being. Which means the physics to either dimension I belong to only affect me when I want them to. So for flight, I just decide that gravity doesn't affect me. I can go intangible and pass through objects as well because static and the repulsion of electrons doesn't have to affect me either, if I don't want it to." He couldn't help but show off with a few loops and barrel rolls.

"Hmm. Intriguing. May I request your assistance with some tasks I've been working on in the near future?"

"Course, brother-mine. Anything."

"How fast can you fly?"

"Fastest we've measured was over two hundred miles per hour, but it's been a while since we've checked. I only fly that fast when I'm intangible, though. Otherwise the air itself hurts. And don't get me started on what it's like to fly into a bug. Gross."

Below them, the jungle that had been the fairgrounds passed away, then the parking lot. Damian asked question after question about Danny's powers.

But Danny had barely started answering before he spotted Alfred and Dick and the car. He covered Damian's mouth with his hand, effectively silencing him.

"Wanna see if we can get one over on both of them?"

"Nothing phases Pennyworth."

"Which is why we have to try!"

"Very well, what do you have in mind?"

And so, Danny flew them down silently and invisibly until they were right in front of both Dick and Alfred.

Serendipitously, Dick was even asking, "How long do you think it'll take them to get here?"

So Danny dropped their invisibility. "About this long!"

Dick screamed and even Alfred's eyes widened slightly.

"I see, Master Danny," he said, "that does appear to be a useful skill."

"Holy sh—" Dick glanced over to Alfred and cut himself off. "How long have you been able to do that?"

"I told you," said Danny. "Since I died when I was fourteen. Been about two years now." He and Damian were still wrapped around each other with the stuffed elephant squished between them. "Damian has something for you, by the way. He won it and not even a rogue attack could make him drop it."

Damian reached between them and pulled out the elephant, shoving it in Dick's direction. "Here."

Dick was staring at them open mouthed but shook himself and took the toy. "Thanks, Baby Bat. I love it."

As soon as his hand was empty, Damian wrapped his arm back around Danny. "Now, let us get home. I despise dealing with this particular pollen of Dr. Isley's and wish to suffer the rest of the duration in private private."

"How long do the effects usually last anyway?" asked Danny.

"A few hours, I'm afraid," said Dick. "Why don't the two of you take the back seat. We'll get you both home as soon as possible."

"Great! Dami and I have a ton to catch up on now that he knows my secret."

"And I must inform you of my own secrets."

Dick opened the door to the back seat and Danny floated them both inside the car so they were lying down on the back seat.

Alfred eyed them, "Will the effects of the pollen allow you both to sit up and buckle in?"

"Nope!" Danny grinned at him. "But I should be able to keep us in place if needed."

"I see. Very well then, I shall trust you Master Danny. But if it turns out you've lied to me, I shall be most displeased."

Dick shook his head and sighed. "Lets just get you both home and wrapped up with something hot to drink and good snacks."

"Richard," said Damian before Dick could shut the door.

"Yeah, Damian?"

"I do believe... Danny and I shall have no trouble getting along going forward."

Dick gave them a blinding smile. "Glad to hear it, Baby Bat."

"If that is all, let us be on our way," said Alfred.

Danny smiled into his brother's neck. "Love you, Dami. I've missed you."

"I am also relieved at the lack of distance between us."

Something inside Danny relaxed at the open acceptance of his brother. Maybe he could build a new home here more long term. Gotham wasn't so bad at the end of the day.

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Okay... So not quite drugged confessions, but kinda? They wouldn't have had these conversations if it weren't for the pollen! But I feel like it's more misunderstandings and secrets reveal than anything else. And got way longer than I planned on. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

[oceanspirit9]

I'm back? From writing hiatus? I've been going back and forth on whether to finish this piece (what's left for posting it), BUT I felt like maybe it'd be nice. So, here. Have yourself a young Clint Barton 🎯 Thanks @quietlyimplode for always being there for me during the toughest creative blocks 🖤

“Wait up, Barney!”

Clint scrambled back and up on his feet in a flurry of dust, brushing gravel and sand off of his palms with trained nonchalance. His new trousers, the annual Barton hand-me-downs, had unraveled, and tripped him up again, two sizes too big and stiff as cardboard. Yet, he kept on running behind his brother without a single care in the world, all wind-swept hair and a toothless grin.

Summer was coming to an end, the afternoon sun no longer so violently sweltering. Rather, it caressed the two young faces, bathing them in a kaleidoscope of reds and oranges, and dragging their shadows as they dashed across the wheat fields. 

“Hurry up, dork,” Barney’s voice sounded over the grass, times clearer the closer Clint got. His hand shot up to tap his ear, once, twice, and then some more, fine-tuning it the only way he knew. It had taken some adjusting, learning to live with the water that kept swooshing in his head. A ton of cue tips too, as he’d been pretty darn confident in his ability to push it all out on his own. Some days were ordinary, mere mild discomfort that he’d learned to block and work around. Others, he was driven mad by what little he could hear and all else that he couldn’t. 

‘For every curse there is a blessing’, his momma had whispered that faithless day, stroking his hair with trembling hands and wiping off the blood that trickled down his neck ‘and you Clint are mine’. Her fear had been tangible, her sobs equal to his own, though muffled through the cotton clamped over his ear. They’d stayed in the bathroom long after his father’s drunken yelling had died down, bathed in moonlight and holding onto one another against the cold tile.

“Look!” Barney had stopped abruptly, waist-deep in the grass, and pointing at the old birch tree they’d hung their swing from “Do you see it?”

“See what?” 

“Up there, on that branch.” 

Clint’s puzzled look earned him an eyeroll and a groan. 

“The nest, Clint, do you really not see it?” 

Clint shook his head again.

“Whatever, move,” he shoved Clint out of the way, squatting to rummage through the grass, then emerging with a sizable rock in his grasp “Watch.”

“Wait, Barney, no-” 

“Remember dad showed us how to fire that old rifle?” Barney’s face scrunched in concentration “He said I was good, you know, told me to practice, work on my aim.”

He gripped the rock tighter. “Said maybe one day he’d give it to me.”

Clint hated that rifle. Hated how it made his father’s eyes gleam. Hated the squeal of animals when the bullet pierced them, how their blood seeped into the ground and their corpses rotted, killed only for a laugh from the old man. Clint hated how his ears rang for hours, how the smoke billowed from the barrel to the heavens. He hated everything that weapon represented, and the power it granted to his already unstable father. And now it had corrupted Barney. 

“Barney, no, that’s not right-”

“What are you, a wimp?” his brother’s grin was cruel. Clint held his breath “Besides it’s just eggs in there.”

“Stop it,” Clint’s hand balled into a fist.

“Aw, are you going to fight me or what?” he tapped Clint’s cheek “Or better yet, go fetch mom, sell me out like you always do. Tell her just how bad I’ve been.”

“Please, Barney.”  

Clint grabbed at his brother’s shirt, desperation in his eyes. Pleading not so much for the birds as he was for his brother. 

Years ago, when Clint was but a toddler, Barney was his best friend. He saved him quarters for the gumball machine and gingerly put bandaids on his scraped knees. He took him everywhere and showed him things, took his beatings for him. 

‘He’s just a kid’, he’d scream in their father’s face, spitting insults and taking blow after blow. 

All Clint could do back then was watch, too afraid he’d get himself and Barney in more trouble. 

Gradually, though, Barney began to retreat unto himself. He buzzed his hair off, clogging the sink with dark brown curls. He’d pick cigarette butts off the ground every time their mother sent them to the store for milk, smoking them in secret in the woods behind their house. Worst of all, he picked up their father’s mannerisms, the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he looked at girls and slapped their butts without permission. Harold Barton was already notorious in Waverly, the butcher with a potty mouth and an iron fist. Now, there were two of them. 

“You’re such a loser,” Barney spat, readying the rock “Truly your mother’s son.”

“You’re mom’s son too.”

“Quiet!”

The rock flew. Barney’s aim was perfect. The nest wobbled on the branch then toppled over with a dull thumping sound to the ground below. 

“Today’s poker day,” Barney said, picking at the dirt under his nails; a sour reminder it was Sunday “Don’t provoke him too much.”

Clint averted his eyes from him, looking at the mangled eggs in his feet instead.

“Where will you be?”

“I’ve plans.”

“Fine.”

And just like that, Barney walked off.

Clint stared at his disappearing silhouette until the horizon enveloped him, then slumped against the birch tree. He could stay. Spend the night here. Worst he’d encounter was a coyote. But he couldn’t leave his mom alone with his father. 

He allowed himself a final sigh, then squared his face, readying himself for the mess that awaited him at home.

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

pairings: bucky x reader, oc!daniel x reader..?

warnings: each chapter will have its own warnings

for this chapter: ANGST, violence, HYDRA, cursing

summary: you live in the real world (our world). you’ve loved Marvel for as long as you could remember. suddenly, when a universe jumping experiment from the 1900s is unearthed, you are one of the billions to volunteer. after miraculously securing a place, you train for years, non-stop. when you finally get your chance and it all goes wrong will you be able to adapt or will it all come crashing down?

a/n: i’ve not been feeling my best, lately, but i’m going to for sure try and stick to schedule now!

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“Hm? Oh, um, I have a date!”

……

Bucky’s heart sank. Was he too late? Had he lost you already?

You had left about half an hour ago. As soon as the door had shut, he sat down on the couch, with his head in his hands and that was where he remained. Your words played over and over in his mind, taunting him.

But it was just a date, right? With Daniel. But still, just a date. You could maybe have hated it. The though made him cheer up, but just for a split-second.

He was truly fucked.

Bucky groaned and heaved himself off of the sofa and made his way to the gym, hoping it would pose as a distraction. He set up the punching bag and set to work.

Around 10 minutes later, Bucky’s only focus was the red object in front of him. His knuckles were sore but he didn’t stop. He poured every emotion bottled up in him onto the battered bag. He only stopped a couple minutes later when Sam called his name from the door. Bucky was so caught up with what he was doing that he didn’t even hear him come in.

Breathing heavily, he trudged towards Sam who started speaking before he even reached him.

“Man, what the hell?”

Now Bucky was confused.

“What?”

“You really just let her go on the date like that?”

“I didn’t ‘just let her’, Sam, she’s a grown woman and I can’t control what she does or doesn’t, even if that means going on a date when I am here suffering because I’m a fucking idiot!”

Sam had a smug smile etched onto his face, raising an eyebrow.

“So tell her. Tell her you’re in love with her. Yes, you’re an idiot and yes, you hurt her but if you really love her, then, you should stop her going on that date so she knows. Otherwise, she might get with that Daniel dude and you’ll be moping here forever. So quit throwing a tantrum like a toddler, get your ass up and crash that date!”

Without hesitation, Bucky ran off, letting the works sink in as she changed out of his sweats into something a little more decent. He frantically got the place of your date out of a baffled Wanda. When he decided he was ready, he took a few calming breaths and headed out of the door.

……

You had left the compound, excited yet nervous for the upcoming date. After you got fucked over by Bucky, you were rising up again, ready for something new, although you still hurt.

You adjusted your shirt as you sat in the small café, waiting for Daniel. The location seemed a little sketchy at first, a small coffee shop in a secluded back ally, but as you looked around, the place was far from sketchy. The walls were pale pink, except for the brick wall behind the counter, and were decorated with cute floral prints and designs.

Now you were seriously considering coming in a different attire. You were wearing a light grey t-shirt with black jeans and a black leather jacket which matched your gloves. You tapped your fingers nervously against the wooden table. Soon, you saw Daniel walk in, handsome as ever.

He walked towards you, dashing a toothy smile. You stood up, and hugged him.

“Hey! It’s great to see you!”

“Daniel, it’s great to see you too, how are you!”

“I’m very well, thank you!”

The two of you laughed at your faux, over-the-top greeting as you sat down. No later than a few seconds and the waitress had come over, taking your orders.

Conversation flowed easily with flirty remarks and touches and, before you knew it, 20 minutes passed, just like that. Too engrossed in your conversation, you hadn’t realised that all the other customers had left the café. You excuse yourself for a moment, heading to the bathroom to further settle your nerves.

You straightened your top in the mirror after finishing, taking a few deep breaths before heading back out, pushing open the bathroom door. But when you stepped out, you paused, your heart dropping to your stomach, your smile dropping.

“What the fuck?”

……

“Daniel, w-what?”

Daniel stood by your table in a fighting stance, gun in hand. Coincidentally, the gun was pointed at you.

“Y/N! How nice of you to join us again!”

You could feel your breathing pick up as you took a daring step forward when Daniel spoke again, his voice calm, yet sinister.

“Take one more step and I shoot.”

He cocked the gun, automatically making you freeze.

“I know you’re probably confused, but we have no time. Let’s go. Now.”

He grabbed your arm, roughly, and you flinched when you felt the barrel of the gun press against the side of your head.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, asshole.”

You thought Daniel would be mad, but he just laughed, the sound sending a chill down your spine.

“You don’t have a choice, darling. And one wrong move? HYDRA is right outside the door, waiting to shoot.” He whispered against your ear and you involuntarily shuddered, both at the pet name and the threat.

Part of your brain thought to just follow him. It’s better than ending up killed, right? But the other half, the irrational half, thought to fight your way out of this. You know what HYDRA is like and what they would probably do to you if you got caught and that would be way worse. Without comprehending what you were doing, you walked a couple steps forwards, along with Daniel, before you quickly slammed your elbow into his sternum, catching him off guard.

The blow winded Daniel slightly, making him loosen his grip on you. You were able to slip away, but he was still blocking the door. He was panting slightly, and before he could say or do anything, you swiftly kicked him in the groin.

“Bitch!” Daniel fell to his knees, hands to his crotch, his gun falling out of his grasp.

When you both realised what happened, you lunged forward in the direction of the gun, at the same time. You got there first, but before your hand could close around it, Daniel grabbed your forearm, twisting it back.

You cried out at the pain in your shoulder as he yanked you up. He pinned the other arm on your back and made you stand up. You kicked him in the knees, which made him release one of your hands. With your free hand, you punched him as hard as you could, in the face and you saw a split in his cheek. Your knuckled were on fire but, nevertheless, you drew back for another blow. His grip was vice-like on your other forearm.

Before you could deliver the blow, however, Daniel took hold of your other hand. You were now facing him, both your hands in his possession. Within a split second, you leaned back and kicked Daniel in the stomach. He let go of both of your hands and you took that as a chance to whip off your gloves.

You didn’t know what was going to happen to him, with the amount of energy you felt, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You were just about to grab a hold of him, when you heard gunfire from outside, distracting both you and Daniel. Daniel mentioned that the HYDRA team were outside and under his command for this mission, yet no command was made. You peered outside, and you saw a figure fighting the HYDRA team. There were too many of them, and you just hoped they would make it out alive.

Daniel took your distraction as an opportunity. He picked up his gun and the next thing you knew was a piercing sharp pain in your side, the gunshot echoing in the small room. Your hands immediately went to your side, coating them with red. The shock and adrenaline put off the pain. The bullet was still in you, wedged in the flesh under your left ribs.

A second gunshot rang out, this time hitting you in the lower abdomen and you cried out as you fell. Your chest rose and fell, rapidly and your eyes widened when you saw Daniel strut towards you. He was messy and bleeding lightly in some places, yet he took his sweet time reaching you.

He knelt down and with as much strength you could muster, you reached out with bloody hands and placed them on either side of his head. Daniel immediately cried out and stumbled backwards, the smell of burnt flesh filling the room. The smell made you feel nauseous and you fought to keep your eyes open. Daniel lunged towards you again, but before he could, the door burst open and a large figure came strutting in.

Bucky.

……

And he was furious. There was no other way to put it. His anger was almost that of the Winter Soldier’s.

All that happened was that he was on his way to see you. When he reached the café, there were a group of people standing around the place. HYDRA. He recognised them immediately. Fighting his way through the agents, he only had one priority in mind.

Getting to you.

He was onto the last agent, when he heard two loud blasts from inside the shop. His heart sank into his stomach as he thought of the worst. When he heard you cry out, his mind went into overdrive. With one swift hit, he took out the agent in front of him and ran into the café.

He spotted you on the ground, your shirt soaked in blood. He immediately went to Daniel. If this was under any other circumstances, and you weren’t hurt, he would have made Daniel’s death slow, making him suffer, but you needed him. He had to get this over and done with as quick as he could.

His vibranium hand wrapped around Daniel’s neck as he slammed him onto the nearest table. The sound of the metal hitting flesh could be heard over and over again and you flinched from where you lay. Daniel’s protests turned from loud cries then to weak whimpers, then… nothing. Bucky stood over the body for a few seconds, breathing heavily, but immediately turned around when you called his name.

“B-bucky?”

Bucky made  his way towards you and knelt down, by your head. He took you into his arms, cupping your face. His hands moved down to your wounds and he cursed.

“Hey, doll, hey. I’m going to need you to keep you eyes open for me ? Can you manage that, honey?”

“Mhm…” Truth be told, you were tired. You wanted to close your eyes and drift off to wherever but you also wanted to try. For Bucky.

You involuntarily flinched when he applied pressure to your bullet holes. He whispered praises in your ear, making you feel slightly better.

“Your doing great, doll, jus’ keep those pretty eyes open for me, okay?”

“Why are y-you here, Buck?”

“Ssh, doll, don’t worry ‘bout it. That’s a conversation for another time. Now I need you to cooperate with me, here, baby, can you do that for me?”

You didn’t miss the pet name, but ignored it for now and you nodded.

“Great, baby, so I’m going to have to pick you up. It’s going to hurt but I need you to be brave for me, doll. Squeeze my hand as hard as you want.”

He offered you his vibranium hand and you took a hold of it. Bucky gently picked you up and shifted you so you were being held, bridal style, in his arms. You winced and sucked in a breath, the blood leaving your knuckles because of how hard you were squeezing.

“You’re doing great, doll, just stay awake. Please.”

The pain was overwhelming. Your eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. Bucky got up, carefully, and started walking as fast as he could without jerking and hurting you; luckily, the tower was close by.

He was almost there when he looked down at your form. His heart sped up when he saw your closed eyes, you hand limp around his. He was in a state of panic, now running as fast as he could.

“Shit, doll, you need to wake up. Please. C’mon Y/N!” Bucky’s voice broke at the end of the sentence. He had reached the tower and was shouting at anyone in sight.

“Someone! Get her to the medbay. For fuck’s sake, can someone help!”

Dr. Cho was called. She and a few others escorted you, placing an oxygen mask over your face and pressure to the wounds. Bucky raced behind them.

“Barnes. You need to stay here.”

Bucky stopped. He watched you taken into the medbay. His hands and clothes were covered in your blood and soon, everyone was coming up to him.

Steve pulled him in, taking him somewhere more private, even though Bucky protested, claiming he needed to stay with you.

“Bucky, c’mon, I know you want to stay with her, but you need to clean up, you’re covered in blood and you wouldn’t want her to see you like this when she wakes up, would you?”

“But, what if-”

“No, buts, Bucky,” Steve’s firm voice cut in. “She’s strong, she’s going to make it.”

Now, Bucky just hoped Steve was right.

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[infoglitch]

Enough.

... I hate that I'm pissed because I have a fuckin au idea and this time unlike all the ones I haven't posted yet, this one is... Arkos... SHIT.

Ok my own gripe with arkos and pyrrha aside I should probably explain my idea. So basically me being me aka a fuckin thief I decided to say, "let's give jaune a yuta deal from jjk." Because... I'm sorry I've been in jjk brain rot for the last month.. that and writing branded dogma but we aren't discussing that.

So basically after pyrrha dies to cinder it's not ruby who sees Pyrrha's death but it's actually jaune, and jaune unknowingly unlocked his semblance due to this and, well I have a little theory about semblances or at least I would like them to be handled, semblances manifest when a person has reached the peak of a desire, that semblance thus grants that desire. So basically once Pyrrha's dead jaune's semblance is released and it's a little different, I dub his new semblance, "spectral", basically how it works is he can imbue his aura into a anything and forces it to live, or if someone dies he could force their souls into his service. Anyway that's the idea now for some skits.

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Jaune found himself walking with Nora, Ren, and ruby as he watched Ruby looking over the map as she seemed frustrated. Jaune sped up and was next to her as they kept walking.

Jaune: h-hey ruby you alright?

Ruby mumbled something before looking at jaune as she jumped back slightly.

Ruby: dear oum! O-oh jaune! I didn't notice you were beside me, w-what were you saying again?

Jaune: o-oh I was just checking in on you is all.

Ruby: oh well I'm doing great, just annoyed with this stinking map.

Jaune nodded as he hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder and said something but ruby didn't hear as her face went pale with a shiver running down her spine with everything around her just vanishing.

Ruby looked around unnerved before seeing a suit of Spartan armor as a green flame burned from inside of it.

Ruby stepped back as she felt her breathing quicken as the suit of armor stared at her, it didn't have a face but Ruby could feel its stare.

???: jaune... Leave... Jaune... ALONE!

The suit of armor dashed towards summoning a spear as Ruby screamed-

Jaune: RUBY!

Ruby snapped out of it as jaune, Ren and Nora all stare at her in concern. With jaune holding her shoulders as he seemed the most concerned.

Jaune: ruby are you alright, you just f-froze and-

SMACK

Everyone stood in shock as a hand print had found itself across jaunes cheek as Ruby stared at him with her right hand raised to the other side of her head, her eyes wide with fear as she trembled in terror.

Ruby: d-dont.. don't touch me.

Jaune: ruby...

Jaune looked at her his eyes filled with confusion. Ruby stepped away from him as Ren looked at Ruby's demeanor closely.

Ruby: just.. d-dont touch me.. ok?

Jaune looked at her still confused but soon nodded.

Ruby and jaune didn't talk to each the rest of the day.

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Everyone had found themselves staring down cinders team as everyone had their weapons at the ready but lowered as cinder glanced at each of them with a smug expression before her attention was focused on the strange blonde fool, she didn't know why but the air around him... It felt... Cursed.

Jaune: you... How dare you act like this...

Cinder raised an eyebrow at the fool as her seemed to shake slightly.

Jaune: walking in here.. acting like this.. wearing all the atrocities you've done... LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR!

Everyone in the area could feel the air get.. cold. Extremely cold, as if the bashful fall had let in the apathetic winter.... No, the hateful freezing cold.

Cinder could feel it.. all of this presence.. where was it coming from?

Jaune: I'm going to make you pay... For everything you've done.

Jaune suddenly bolted towards her his sword at the ready.

Jaune: YOU. PIECE. OF. SHIT!

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That's all I got.. so far. If y'all got any questions just fire away in my asks and if you got an idea for the au just tell me.

I am desperately craving someone to hit up my asks so.. yeah.

Without anything else.

Rock on till ya drop. Tata mothafuckers 🤘

Cheers 🍻

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 41

“It’ll have to be an entirely new adventure, unfortunately…only this time, you stay and I go,” I explain to him simply, with dreariness in my voice. Usually I’m calm when we’re sitting here in the library, but I can only feel disturbed. Gale places both of his hands on my tense shoulders, holding a serious gaze within my eyes.

“My love, no. We have to find another way. I know you are immortal, but even you with our companions facing whatever monstrosity is awaiting for us just screams danger. You know what happened with Dame Aylin. For over a century, she was locked up and Ketheric himself became immortal.”

“Gale, honey, what other choice do we have?” He hesitates as he contemplates, though his sigh tells me we really don’t have many options.

“Fine. We bring the baby, all of us go, but we all have to be completely invisible and blow up the towers. We can’t give any sort of indication that we are there, and one of us must keep Jenevelle far from the explosives, even though we’ll be throwing them. Still, rather safe than sorry, even if she is immortal. We have to execute the plan very carefully. This isn’t exactly our ‘best parent’ moments and trust me, I’d avoid this at all costs if we had a choice.” He’s right. We care about our baby more than anything in the world, but with the eyes watching us constantly, she is bound to be abducted if we leave her anywhere else. This will be a swift plan in action, and we will dash out of the area once it’s over.

“I hate that it comes down to this, but you’re right,” I murmur as I close my eyes, feeling tense from the fear I have and the nervousness crawling through my bones.

“We leave tomorrow. We need to get a hold of our friends and let them know of the urgency.”

Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT. I didn’t expect to go on yet another adventure but surely this will be the end. I’m sure our friends are sick of it too, though I am more than thankful to have them in our lives and going through every predicament with us that we’ve been in. I wish I could pray to my goddess, but I no longer have her guidance after turning immortal. Hell, I’m no longer considered a cleric in that case… What am I? Should I take up becoming a bard? Maybe Halsin can help me find nature’s path and I could become a druid? Hm. I guess I’ll have to make up my mind when we talk to Withers.

With Ketheric’s obnoxious ass lurking the streets again, I wonder if this means the shadow curse is back? Surely not. Last time I checked, it was partially Shar that had to do with it, and he worships Myrkul. While I despise the horrors of the shadow curse and the evil deities above us, if he still worshiped Shar, I’m almost positive she wouldn’t have given him another chance to live.

An aching sense of dread takes over my body as I prepare for what’s next. I just have to remember the plan: we all become invisible and blow Moonrise Towers to smithereens. It kills me inside. We have to bring our baby though, but it shouldn’t take us too long and will prevent any additional horrors in the future…at least that’s what I hope for. I wish we had a fucking choice, and I’m not willing to find out the consequences if we didn’t bring her should we get caught.

“I guess the good news is that what used to be the shadowlands is a much shorter distance than Baldur’s Gate,” I chime in, trying to stay positive through all of this.

“I’m glad that’s the case, but good grief I hope this is the final time we have to deal with the damned Chosen. We won’t have to deal with Orin, so that makes this entire ordeal a little easier on us.” He pulls me into his arms as we stand here silently, rocking back and forth underneath the skylight of the tower. The moonlight shines upon our skin, and as he pulls away to look deep within my eyes, I can see the reflection within them. In the chaos of our lives, he’s been there with me through all of it, and I couldn’t ask for a better partner.

“I love you, Gale. I never expected our lives to end up here, but once this is all over, I’m sure we won’t have anything else to conquer. I appreciate you being here with me through the thickness of it all.” He takes my hands within his, rubbing my knuckles gently with his thumbs.

“And I love you for eternity, and my love for you shall never perish.”

Once again, we summon Withers and I’m almost confident the Bone Man is sick of our neverending shenanigans. Hey, to be fair, they aren’t technically our fault.

“Ugh, I’m sorry Withers. Just us asking for yet another favor…again,” I say ashamedly. We kindly explain to him the urgency of our dire situation and the need for our companions to assist us in this nightmare-fueled matter.

“Thyself was already aware of the upcoming danger and already in the process of alerting your fellow companions. Thou timing was spot on, though patience is a virtue.” Withers and his damn sass.

“Well, thank you for being on top of it.”

“Just be aware of lurking eyes in every corner. The trees, windows, even the slight movement of a shadow. This plan of yours could quickly combust if not executed with caution.” Withers is right. If our plan was even somehow overheard, we’re screwed in every direction. I inhale, feeling more nervous than before. No matter what it takes, I will make sure Gortash and Ketheric are obliterated for good, and my daughter will be safe. I will step on their corpses, I will make their gods regret bringing them back from their cold graves.

Since I can’t exactly use my cleric skills since abandoning my goddess, I spoke with Withers about changing what I am – and I am officially a druid now. I need some sort of powers in case we get confronted, and our baby ends up in the claws of my awful father somehow. Yes, being immortal has its perks, but I am not quite sure what I’m capable of. Change can be a blessing, and while I am no longer in touch with Sȇlune, being bound to nature feels rather pleasant and refreshing to say the least.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Left for Dead

Title: Left For Dead Day: Febuwhump 2024, Day 27 Prompt: Left for Dead  Fandom:  TMNT 2003 (Fast Forward) Word Count: 1325  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating:  T Characters:  Raphael Warning: NA Summary: Raph has a tendency to leap before he looks. But in the future, where alien’s abilities are an unknown factor, that can have disastrous consequences.    Notes:     ff.net || AO3

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Left for Dead

It didn’t matter what century it was or what planet it was, there were always punks that decided they were going to hurt or take advantage of others. And Raphael? Raphael hated that. So, when he saw trouble, he did what he always did, and got himself involved, ready to brawl with the punks that were shaking down some people who were just going about their day.

Only this time, he might should have looked before he leapt.

The punks hadn’t looked like they would put up much of a threat, but Raph had forgotten to account for alien physiologies. The little guys were a lot tougher and stronger than they looked. Raph, although able to hold them off for a little while, wasn’t able to keep up with it for long, and before he knew it, it was overwhelmed.

Now he was lying on the filthy ground in some back alley in lower New New York, severely beaten. He wasn’t even sure when the beatdown had stopped. A blow must have knocked him unconscious, because he’d woken up here, a bloody, messy heap, left for dead.

He bet he was lucky that he woke up at all.

Raph groaned, trying to take stock of himself. He was mostly just full of pain. Breathing hurt, and that wasn’t a good sign. He didn’t know if it was busted ribs, or if his chest plate was damaged, but he didn’t feel like he could breathe right. His head hurt, too. It was like a spike was being driven into it, and he could tell that there was blood on his face. His beak had probably taken some hits, if the way it felt like it was swollen meant anything.

He attempted to move, only to stop as pain lanced through his shell. Okay. Okay, that was not a good idea. He couldn’t see his shell, but pain of that magnitude from it was never a good sign. He wondered if it was cracked or broken. He could feel his legs, though, but that was both a blessing and curse. It was good, because he had feeling in them. It was bad, because he could feel how terribly they hurt. It felt like at least one of his legs was broken, and there was something wrong with his foot on the other. He could twitch them, move them, but there was definitely pain.

His comm felt like it was still on his wrist, and he tried to move his arms so that he could call for help on it. Pain lanced through his wrist as he tried to move it, and his shoulder screamed in pain. Still, he got it to where he could mostly see it—his vision was a little blurry��only to realize it was cracked. He pressed a few places on it, part of it lighting up. He wouldn’t be able to call anyone like this. But… but maybe he could still get an emergency signal out. With shaking hands and pushing through the pain, Raph managed to find and press the emergency button, the one that would go straight to his family.

Energy spent, Raph sagged against the ground again, trying to cling to consciousness.

It came and went. Sometimes he was aware of things around him, like the trash blowing by, or the traffic above him, or the smells of the alley. Sometimes all he was aware of was the pain that he was in. And yet other times, he found himself becoming aware again, almost as if he had drifted into unconsciousness and woke up, even if he was pretty sure he hadn’t.

And there was always the pain.

It took him a moment to realize that there were footsteps in the alley, and for a moment, his hope soared, thinking it was his brothers. But then the person spoke, and his hopes were dashed.

“Hey—he’s still alive!”

“What? How’s he still alive?”

“I don’t know. But he is.”

More footsteps hurried closer, and Raph knew this wasn’t good. He shuddered and groaned, trying to pull himself up and back.

“He is still alive!”

“Yeah, well—” a foot caught him in the plastron, kicking him hard and sending him rolling across the ground. He’d have yelled at the pain, except that the kick drove all the air out of his lungs, and he was positive that he had broken ribs now. “—he won’t be for long. Come one, let’s finish the job.”

Raph shuddered and tried—and failed—to get himself into at least a defensive position. More kicks rained down on him and then something hit his shell.

Blinding-white pain lanced through him, encompassing him, and a strangled cry tore itself from his throat. For a few moments, that was all he knew. Nothing else made it through that pain, and even when he started to become aware of more again, the pain from his shell still overshadowed everything. It took him a moment to realize that he wasn’t being attacked anymore, and that there was the sound of a fight going on around him.

Raph groaned and tried to focus his eyes. Had his family arrived? A metallic hand rested on his shoulder, gently.

“Hang in there, lad. We’ve got you,” a robotic, British voice said.

Raph knew that he should be able to place, it, but he couldn’t, and he groaned again.

“Help is on the way.” It said again. “Just stay with me.”

But Raph couldn’t hang on any longer, and his awareness of everything faded away.

When Raph woke next, he had no idea where he was. His brain felt foggy, but not in the same way that it had before. He still hurt, but it was muted, somehow. He didn’t like it. He attempted to move, only to stop and groan as pain passed through him. It had caught someone’s attention, though, and he heard a chair slide back and someone approached the—bed? Was he on a bed?—that he was laying on.

“Raphael?”

Oh, he knew that voice. “Sensei…?”

Raph forced his eyes open. It took him a moment to focus, but that was his father standing next to his bed, looking at him.

“Raphael.” Splinter sounded relieved.

Raph squinted at him and blinked. “Wha’ ‘ppen?” he slurred out.

Splinter frowned, but a new voice cut in and Raph moved his eyes towards it. Don.

“Don’t worry,” Donnie said softly. “More than likely it’s a result of the drugs that he’s on. The doctors said that they didn’t expect any permanent damage from the swelling.”

There was more movement, and Raph looked over to see Leo and Mikey stepping up to the bed.

“How are you feeling, bro?” Leo asked.

It took Raph a moment to answer. “…like shell.”

Mikey laughed at that and grinned at Raph. “Yeah, I bet. That was one epic beatdown you took,” he said.

Raph frowned. “Yeah? Hurt bad… shell hurt.”

Splinter frowned and brought a hand up, stroking Raph’s forehead. “You were badly wounded,” he said. “If not for the Peacekeepers intercepting your signal, you might have died,” he said.

“As it is,” Don said, looking down at Raph with worry, “You’re going to be spending a lot of time in here. There’s a reason your shell hurt, Raph, and that’s because it was cracked from the beatings you took. The doctors say they can heal it, but you’re still going to need time to do it.”

“Oh,” Raph said. “Yeah… ‘s bad.”

“Yeah, very,” Mikey said.

Leo reached down and patted Raph’s arm. “You just rest up, bro, okay? We’ll be here when you wake up.”

Raph let out a noise of agreement and let his eyes drift closed. That gang might have left him for dead, but he knew that his family would never leave him. He was safe with them here, and they’d help him through any recovery he needed.

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20 questions for fic writers

alright @emonydeborah said hey there's a thing and i say yes (ages later)

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 6

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 28,070

3. What fandoms do you write for? Honestly, whatever's catching my fancy in that moment. Of the things I've posted, The Librarians is the only fandom that I've ever even posted more than one fic for.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Raising Harry (Harry Potter/Underworld) Where Selene comes across Harry playing at the park alone at night and decides that the best idea is to sorta adopt him.

Never Say He Isn't Grateful (Agent Carter/Captain America) Howard realizes he owes Peggy big time and the best way for him to repay her is to go rescue Steve.

5 Times Ezekiel Called Eve Mum and the Time They Made it Official (The Librarians) 5+1 what it says on the tin.

Second Time Around (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.) Coulson went in on the Bahrain mission, May died. Oneshot re-write of the first episode that I considered expanding and have actually written other chapters for but... 🤷‍♀️

How Apep got Ezekiel Grounded for the Rest of his Natural Life (The Librarians) Season 3 Finale in the same universe as the previous Librarians fic that has a second chapter I have yet to write...

5. Do you respond to comments? I certainly try to. I'm not the best at it, but I love getting to have a conversation with anyone who likes the same things I do.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Heh probably I'm Not Your Mother but even then it's a) not really all that angsty and b) mostly that I dropped a mean bomb on characters and then ran away because I have no idea what else to do with it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? ...everything else? Look, canon is already regularly very mean to characters. I am here to live in my happy little fantasies where everything works out.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se but I'd left up an unfinished multi-chapter fic at one point and someone commented that I was the reason they'd lost faith in authors with unfinished works and is maybe more responsible for me not posting any of the myriad of things I have on my computer than I want to admit.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nah. I write more family than relationship stuff, really.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Yes. Uh... it's not posted, but maybe the Harry Potter/Song of the Lioness that I hashed out at one point.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Don't think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Ha! @emonydeborah and I spitball all the time (it's wonderful) and she absolutely gets credit if that parent trap fic ever gets finished, but I don't think I'm up to the group project that would be co-writting a fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? the Enterprise NCC-1701 dash nothing! All jokes aside, it genuinely is the only ship I go back to on a regular basis.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Uh... honestly, I don't know that I'll ever finish half the things in my WIP folder.

16. What are your writing strengths? Probably dialogue. I feel I'm pretty good at getting the character's literal voice down.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Anything happening around the dialogue. In my head these people are always moving around and doing things, but it always feels so clunky if I try to put that onto a page.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Maybe an individual word or two for a curse or endearment. I know enough Spanish I'd probably be comfortable writing in it. But that'd be about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uh.... Star Trek? One sec, must check files. Yeah, pretty sure it was a short TOS thing. Hmm might need to take a look at that again, clean it up, repost...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Posted? Probably Ezekiel calling Eve mum. Not posted? Nah, actually, don't know that there is one that's not posted.

.... @the-redhead-in-a-dress and @sun-lit-roses did you do it yet, did you do it? I wanna see 😁

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Poppy's Dream

Lee Minho x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.5k

Synopsis: A sequel to Teasing Poppy. Some big news comes up and you're unsure how to tell Minho. Luckily you get some sound advice from an unexpected visitor.

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Cursing/swearing, vomiting, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex (use condoms folks), cream pie, cum play (a little), squirting, mentions of a breeding kink. There is some warnings omitted (nothing violent or graphic) to keep the element of surprise in the story, so please keep that in mind when reading. 🖤 I think that's it for this one, if I missed anything please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

You sat at the dinner table with Minho stirring your dinner around in your bowl grimacing. Just the sight and smell of it made you nauseas, although you typically liked Indian food. He laughed a little at the face you were making.

"What is this again?" You asked. You usually like Minhos's cooking, clearly, that night's dinner, was not a win. 

“It's dal makhani, its usually one of your favorite when we go out. It's the first time I've made it, you don’t like it?” He smirked and you put your spoon down. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t tried it yet. I’m sure it’s good I just...” Before you could finish your sentence, you slapped your hand over your mouth and ran to the bathroom. Minho was right behind you making sure you were alright. Just as you got to the toilet everything in your stomach came out. Minho took a step back when you started puking. 

“Uh... are you okay?” You looked at him irritated by the obvious answer to his question. 

“Oh, yeaa Minho I’m great I’m just down here checking the wax seal on the toilet.” He chuckled a little at your sarcasm. He always thought you were cute when you were sassy like that. 

“Alright yea dumb question, do you need anything?” You sighed and laid your head on the seat of the toilet. 

“A water maybe?” Minho nodded and left to get you some water. You started puking again wondering if maybe something you ate that day didn’t agree with you. When everything had evacuated your stomach and you drank some water you felt a lot better. 

“It had to have been something from lunch.” Minho nodded agreeing. The next day while he was off at work and you were doing some work from home, a wave of nausea hit you again. You ran quickly from your computer to the toilet and everything, which wasn’t much, came up again. What the hell, you thought you’d gotten this out of your system. You didn’t say anything to Minho that night when he got home. You felt better again and you didn’t want him to worry but in the middle of the night you sprang up from bed, scaring the life out of him as you dashed to the bathroom again.  

“Hey, are you still not feeling well?” He asked as he made his way into the bathroom behind you rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You shook your head. 

“I thought I was better, but I guess not. I’ll make a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.” He nodded, yawning and helped you up so you both could get back to bed. The next day you made that appointment, just as soon as you were done throwing up your breakfast. They luckily had a cancelation, and they were able to get you in that day. You called Minho and told him you were going to the doctor, then got washed up and ready to leave. 

For some reason as you sat in the waiting room of the doctor’s office you started to feel a bit nervous. You couldn’t put your finger on why and the anxiety didn’t help the nausea you were already feeling again. A nurse came from the back and called your name. She escorted you to a room and handed you a gown. 

“Go ahead and put this on and another nurse will be in shortly for vitals.” You nodded and took the robe. You always hated the smell of hospitals. You liked the smell of dirt and flowers, and hospitals smelled the total opposite, like antiseptic and sanitizer you hated it. It also reminded you of the time you spent in the hospital with your grandfather while he was sick, which wasn’t the best time in your life. You still thought of him every day. The next nurse came in, took your vitals, and asked a few routine questions. 

“Allergies to any medication?” You shook your head no. 

“Feelings of hurting yourself or others?” You shook your head no again. 

“Do you feel safe at home?” You scoffed and she looked at you. 

“Yes. I’m safe at home.” The nurse nodded. 

“Are you sexually active.” Your face turned red and you nodded. 

“Any chance you could be pregnant?” You were getting ready to shake your head no again and stopped. 

“Uh, I don’t think so...” She pulled out a little plastic cup and handed it to you.  

“Go ahead into that bathroom and pee in this cup for me.” You took the cup and did as she said. When you came back out, she took the cup and left you, saying the doctor would be in shortly. You sat there picking at your cuticles and racking your brain. Could you be pregnant? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility obviously. You and Minho had a healthy and particularly active sex life. You didn’t use condoms anymore because you were on birth control, but you were a little careless sometimes and missed one here and there. When was your last period? You counted in your head and then the doctor knocked and came in. 

“Ms. y/l/n! I think we’ve figured out the source of your nausea.” You were on the edge of the table waiting to hear what he said next. 

“It looks like congratulations are in order. You’re pregnant! I’d say probably between eight to ten weeks, but we can find out for sure at your first prenatal appointment I’m going to send some prenatal vitamin’s home with you and I want you to start taking them first thing tomorrow.” You were absolutely gob smacked. Pregnant. You and Minho had never discussed having kids. How would he react? Would he be upset with you? You were scared. Scared to tell Minho, scared to be pregnant, scared to give birth, scared to have to care for a living thing that could not care for itself. You didn’t know how you would tell him, but you had time to think. You were still in your first trimester; you wouldn’t start showing for a few more months. You had time to figure it out. When you got home Minho was already there. He met you at the door and took your coat. 

“Well? What did the doctor say?” You should tell him. You needed to tell him. You HAD to tell him. 

“Just a stomach bug he thinks, everything is good.” You internally cursed yourself for being such a coward. Minho looked confused. You cupped his face and kissed him sweetly. 

“I’m okay Min, really.” He nodded, taking your word for it. He knew if it were serious, you would tell him. The next week was pretty much the same for you. The sudden urge to puke any given time morning noon and night. You were hiding your vitamins and taking them every day like the doctor said, but they seemed to be making the nausea worse. Minho was starting to worry, if this was a stomach bug shouldn’t it have worked its way out of your system by now? You hated that you made him worry but you were still terrified that he might be upset with you when he found out.  

That next week, you couldn’t take it anymore. You called your doctor and left a message explaining that your prenatals were making you sicker and asked if there was anything he could do to help. As you were hanging up the phone Minho walked up behind you wrapping his arms around you from behind. You hadn’t heard him, and it made you jump and squeak. 

“Sorry baby I didn’t mean to scare you.” You shook your head. 

“No, you’re fine Min, I just didn’t hear you come in. I didn’t think you’d be home until later this afternoon?” He rested his chin on your shoulder and hummed. 

“I wanted to come check on my girl.” He kissed your cheek. 

“Who were you on the phone with?” You thought quickly. If you said the doctor he would only worry more. 

“Mom, she was calling to check up on me too.” Minho smiled and squeezed you a little tighter. 

“How you feeling?” You shrugged. 

“So so, I’m thinking about taking a nap. I’m just really exhausted for some reason.” Minho turned you towards him and examined your face. He put the back of his hand to your forehead, then his lips. 

“Okay baby get some rest. I’ll make something light for dinner a little later.” You nodded, kissed Minho and went off to nap in your room. About an hour after you had fallen asleep Minho started to clean the kitchen before getting dinner ready. Just as he started the dishwasher the phone rang. He hurried over to answer it, so it didn’t wake you. He wanted you to at least get a couple hours of rest. He was worried about your condition. You were always sick and seemed to be getting weaker for no reason. Minho pushed those thoughts aside and answered the telephone. 

“Hello?” An older man’s voice came over the line. 

“Yes is Ms. y/l/n available? This is Dr. Reed calling her back.” Minho was surprised. He didn’t know you had called your doctor again. You must still be feeling really sick. 

“Oh, uh well she’s resting, she hasn’t been feeling well. I’m her boyfriend, is everything okay?” The doctor hummed. 

“Oh yes. I just wanted to let her know that I called in the prescription for her prenatal vitamins, these should be easier on her stomach, but I want her to take an extra for folic acid. If the new ones I prescribe make her sick too she can do Flintstone vitamins she just has to take two and I will call her in a calcium supplement to add to the folic acid.” Minho stood there speechless. 

“You get all that son?” Minho nodded as if the doctor would see and found his voice again. 

“Yes sir, prenatal and folic acid, Flintstones, and calcium if they make her sick.” The doctor hummed in approval. 

“Good, if she needs anything else just have her call the PA and leave a message and one of us will call her back as soon as possible.” Minho thanked the doctor and hung up. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d held in and ran his hands through his hair. Prenatal vitamins? As in prenatal prenatal, as in pregnancy? You were pregnant?! How long had you known? Why hadn’t you told him yet? If you were taking the vitamins surely you intended on keeping the baby. Maybe you didn’t want kids. The two of you had never discussed it. You had been together a year and a half and only moved in together a few months before so marriage, babies, hadn’t really been a big discussion between you yet. Minho’s thoughts swirled like a cyclone in his head. He went back to cleaning the kitchen and getting stuff ready for dinner as the questions piled up. 

You were walking through your grandfather’s greenhouse, the sun shining through the panes of glass warming your skin. You ran your fingers along one of the flower beds taking in the scent of all the freshly bloomed plants. It was peaceful there, it always was. You needed a little peace right then. When you heard his voice, it didn’t startle you at all. It was as if you expected him. It’s where you would always find him, so you weren’t surprised he was there now. 

“Poppy plant?” You turned and there was your grandfather. You ran up to him and threw yourself at him, hugging him, crying. He still smelled like mint and earth just like he always did. 

“Pop! Pop, I miss you so much!” You sobbed into the apron he always wore, and he smoothed your hair down comforting you. 

“Shhh, now Poppy, don’t cry. There’s far too much to be celebrating right now.” You backed up and looked up at him confused. 

“Wha-” He scrunched his nose smiling and booped your belly. 

“I’m gonna be a great pop!” Your jaw dropped. How on earth did he know? Before you could even ask, he spoke again. 

“I like the boy. He treats you well and has a good heart, a bit of a smart ass but... he would never hurt you.” You stood there speechless. 

“Why haven’t you told him Poppy?” You snapped out of it realizing he’d asked you a question. 

“I... I... I’m scared. What if he doesn’t want kids, what if he’s upset with me? What if... What if he leaves me and I have to raise a child alone?” Your grandfather pulled you in and hugged you tightly. 

“That boy would never do that. You’re a part of his heart now and that little girl will be too.” You pulled away again and gasped at the information your grandfather just revealed. Your hands held your belly that still wasn’t showing yet as tears continued to fill your eyes. He nodded.  

“You’re going to be such a wonderful mother and you made a wise choice in your partner. You are going to be so happy for a long time Poppy and my heart soars because that’s all I've ever wanted for you sweetie.” You hugged your grandfather tightly. You felt like he was going again, like you were losing him all over again.” You held him. 

“Now y/n, you listen up, go tell that boy he’s gonna be a dad. I love you. I have to go now.” You cried harder, squeezed harder. 

“No, you can’t! You can’t go again! I can’t do this without you!” Your grandfather cupped your face in his big, calloused hand as tears cascaded down your face. 

“Oh, Poppy you never will, I’ll always be with you.” You squeezed him tighter, but it wouldn’t stop the inevitable. 

“Goodbye Poppy plant, goodbye sweetie.” 

You woke up hysterical. Minho heard you from the kitchen and went rushing into your bedroom panicked, worried something might be wrong with you, something might be wrong with the baby. 

“Y/N! Baby baby! What’s wrong?! He sat on the bed in front of you and you threw your arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as you had your grandfather in your dream, terrified Minho may disappear too. Words that were barely discernable were coming out between choked frantic sobs. 

“I’m pregnant Minho! I... I’m pregnant. I’ve known for almost two weeks. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you before. I was so scared Minho. I was scared you would hate me; I was scared you would leave.” You pulled away looking into his eyes, yours were wild and filled with panic. 

“We’ve never talked about children; I don’t even know if you want to be a dad. I’m so sorry I’m sorry please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me too!” Minho struggled to take everything you were saying in but managed to get all of it. 

“y/n, Poppy, baby... It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. Take some deep breaths, it’s not good for the baby for you to be so upset, please try and calm down.” You took some deep breaths. It helped that Minho was so calm. After a few breaths, you weren’t quite as frantic, but tears still streaked your face. 

“Are you upset with me?” Minho shook his head immediately. 

“No baby no! I know we didn’t talk about kids but anything that’s a piece of me and you is a good thing, okay? Please don’t worry. I will never leave you. I love you y/n, you are a part of my heart, and now this baby is too.” You could not control the tears coming from your eyes and wondered if you would ever run out. Your grandfather had told you that very thing. 

“I love you Minho, I love you so much.” He kissed you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair. Minho deepened the kiss and his tongue slid into your mouth, teasing yours. You climbed onto his lap and his hands slid up your thick thighs and squeezed your ass.  

“Want you, need you, please. Make love to me Minho, please.” You begged for him in between heated kisses filled with teeth and tongue. Minho would never deny you. He turned and laid you back on the bed, running his hands down your plush skin. When he got to your tummy he stopped and traced a heart around your navel, and you thought yours might burst. Minho kissed right below it and continued his trail of kisses down to your panties. He looped his fingers through the sides and pulled them down. You lifted your ass assisting him in their removal. 

“I don’t think we’ll be needing these tonight kitten.” He threw them, landing god knows where, and you laughed. You laughed until Minho’s tongue drug through your folds. He teased your clit with the tip of his tongue, then gently sucked. He went back and forth between those two maneuvers until you thought you would lose your mind. 

“Fingers, please Min fin-fingers.” You were dripping now so Minho’s two fingers slid inside you easily. 

“God yes Minho yes!” He started moving them in and out of you just a little, curling them and reaching your g spot expertly.  

“Cum for me baby, melt on my tongue.” Minho started sucking on your clit again, when he felt your walls starting to flutter around his fingers, he knew you were close and hummed in delight, sending you teetering over the edge of the cliff you had been standing on. His strong veiny hands held your thick thighs down on the bed as he licked and cleaned every bit of your cum from your pussy. 

“So good, such a good kitty, so fucking tasty.” He gave it another broad lick with his tongue and then climbed over you. He was looking down at you while you tried to get your bearings again. Minho couldn’t believe his dumb luck. He moved into a new place, met the love of his life and soon to be the mother of his child. He felt tears pricking his eyes at the thought. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n. I’m so happy with you, I’m so happy that you’re having our baby.” He kissed you and unlike the heated ones before this one was tender, this one made you want to cry you were so happy. Minho sat up on his knees and unbuttoned his shirt tossing it aside before laying back on his back and removing his pants and underwear with minor difficulty before kicking them away. You sat up a little and giggled at him as he sat back up on his knees and cocked his eyebrow at you. 

“Something funny kitten?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling and shook your head no.  

“Mmhmm...why don’t you give me this shirt.” You sat up the rest of the way and lifted your arms as Minho pulled your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Minho took in every inch, every curve, your full breasts, that pooch your tummy got when you sat, he loved every bit of you, every single inch of your body but your heart was what he loved most. He looked so lost in thought as he took you in. You cupped his cheek, and he snapped out of it. His eyes, pools of black ink that you lost yourself in when he looked at you like that. 

“I love you y/n.” Then just like that his lips were on you, and he laid you back on the bed again, grabbing one of your breasts and teasing your nipple until it perked. He started sucking on it while he teased and pinched the other making you arch up into his touch. He nibbled and licked at your other nipple and then peppered kisses up your chest and neck before passionately claiming your lips again. Minho lined up his cock with your entrance and slowly pushed his length inside you. When he was buried in you, you felt so full, so full of Minho, so full of love. He slowly pulled and pushed back in deep, rolling his hips and hitting a spot inside you that made your toes numb. 

“R-right there Minho, r-right th-there.” He pulled out and pushed his cock back into you giving you that same roll of his hips. You grabbed his ass; you urged him to move faster, and he did. Everything Minho did when he made love to you was calculated. He knew your tells, the signs he was doing well and to keep going. You chewed at your lips as Minho fucked you faster, the sight of him rolling his body as he fucked you was divine. You were staring at where the two of you met, watching his hips continue to roll into yours. 

“You like what you see kitten?” You blushed as you realized you were busted ogling his cock while it was inside you. 

“Cute.” He gripped your squishy hips, digging his fingers into your soft skin and fucked you harder. Sweat was beading on his forehead and chest as he tried to hold off coming. 

“I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer baby...” You pulled him back down on top of you and kissed him. 

“I’m close Minho please, cum with me, cum with me Min.” Minho groaned and kissed you again as he chased towards both of your orgasms. Minho felt your pussy squeeze his cock as your back arched off the bed again, he started rubbing your clit driving you full on into your climax and making you squirt on him. 

“FUCK Y/N FUCKFUCK so sexy! I’m fucking coming kitten!” Minho painted your insides with his seed and fucked it deep into you, still gently massaging your clit. 

“God yes take it kitten, fuck! Hold it in beautiful.” When you were back in your body after that orgasm and you both had somewhat caught your breath Minho pulled out and watched as some of his cum started to drip from your hole. He took two fingers swiped it up and pushed them in along with his cum. You moaned and then giggled. 

“You can’t get me more pregnant Min.” He pumped his fingers inside you making you moan again. 

“Yea but now I get to see my cum inside you all the time.” You laughed again and ran your fingers through his hair as he laid down beside you. 

“New kink discovered? Minho and his breeding kink.” Minho smirked and cocked his eyebrow at you again. 

“I mean it’s not really a kink if I actually bred you though, is it?” He kissed your neck. You blushed and clenched at his words and could feel his cum dripping out of you again. He pecked your lips and started to get up. 

“Where you going?” You asked as you yawned. Minho smiled at you warmly. 

“To get our shower ready.” You and Minho both got washed up, changed the sheets and got into bed. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep. 

“Babe, I have a confession to make...” You sat up quickly worried. 

“No no, not like that I just... I knew you were pregnant already when you told me.” Your jaw dropped and you felt bad that you didn’t tell him, that he hadn’t heard it from you first. 

“How?” He pushed your hair away from your face. 

“Your doctor called you back about your prenatal vitamins.” You rolled your eyes at yourself. 

“I’m so sorry Min, I was gonna tell you I just didn’t know how, I’m sor-” Minho leaned up and kissed you. 

“Don’t be, okay? It’s alright.” You nodded and kissed him again before settling back and resting against his chest again. He did wonder though...  

“What made you change your mind and tell me so suddenly?” You sighed and nuzzled into him more, his arm coming around and holding you close to him. 

“My Pop told me to...” Minho looked at you with a quirked eyebrow. You explained your dream, seeing your grandfather and everything he told you, about how he liked Minho and said you were having a girl. After you both talked for a while longer, you telling Minho that your grandfather said he was a smart ass, and bouncing around some baby names, you both drifted off to sleep. Neither of you had any idea what you were doing or what came next, but you knew as long as you were together you could do anything. 

You were tending to your plants in the greenhouse Minho had built you two years before. You were just getting around to Blue when your daughter came running in. She ran up to you and threw her arms around your waist, squeezing and burying her face in your dirty apron. 

“You’re gonna get dirty sweetie.” She snuggled in more. 

“I don’t mind mommy you always smell like flowers and the garden.” Your heart swelled at how sweet your daughter was. When she looked up, she saw Blue and smiled. 

“Tell me the story about my Great Pop and when he got you the pretty blue one mommy!” You smiled and pushed her hair away from her face. She had her dad’s sharp eyes and nose, and they twinkled mischievously like her father’s as well.  

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” She smirked, just like her dad, and shook her head. 

“Pleaaaase mommy!” Just as you were about to give in Minho came out on the back porch and called for your daughter. 

“Lee Rose!” You looked at her and she knew she was busted. 

“What are you supposed to be doing right now?” Rose picked at her cuticles. 

“Helping dad collect the laundry.” You smiled and shook your head at your daughter. Your husband was making his way over to the greenhouse certain he’d find his daughter there. There was a smudge of dirt on Rose’s nose, you took your hanky and wiped it off gently. 

“Go finish your chore and when you’re done, I’ll tell you the story okay?” Rose nodded and ran off past Minho. 

“Hey! You bett...” You grabbed Minho’s hand and pulled him into the greenhouse with you shutting the door as your daughter ran towards the house. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him. 

“She’s supposed to be...” You finished his sentence. 

“Getting the laundry together. That’s what I just told her to go do.” He gave you the same smirk your daughter just did. 

“Why do I feel like you’re up to something?” You laughed. Just having said that to your daughter you realized, while she looked so much like Minho there was definitely you weaved in there. Minho hugged you tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck, tickling you. 

“You better tell me...” He relented and your laughter subsided. You kissed Minho softly then your lips trailed across his cheek towards his ear. Minho’s hair started to stand on end. You pressed your lips to the shell of your husband’s ear and whispered. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

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💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 4

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

I have a confession to make.

I have basically no tolerance for spicy food.

The truffle thing I ate was delicious... heavenly even but it was also really spicy and I need to get away from the cute candy-maker guy before I lose my shit.

I dash back across the street, not even bothering to look this time and take refuge in my shop, where I promptly chug half a liter of water.

It doesn't help at all but it's all I have on hand.

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, the burning subsides and I'm able to think of something other than pain.

Well, actually I think of high school, which is almost the same thing. What I told candy-guy, Aaron, was true.

I was an asshole in high school.

I was the star of the track team, friends with a bunch of dickhead jocks and so deep in the closet, I didn't even know it had a door.

But I don't remember being any worse than any other dumbass kid and I certainly don't remember doing anything that would make someone still hate me for it ten years down the road.

It makes me curious and nervous.

I've been assured that the accident didn't affect my memory in any way but I still worry that the doctors might be wrong.

If I'd done something terrible, how could I make up for it if I don't remember what it was?

I write myself a note to ask Dr. Patreski about it after physical therapy the following day.

~♡~

The next morning, though, I get a nasty surprise when I walk down from my little apartment behind my store and go to start my truck.

The engine makes a grinding, grating noise, there's a muffled 'pop' and then... nothing.

"Shit... Shit, shit, shit..." I bang my fist on the steering wheel.

I've already missed the last two appointments and if I miss this one, Dr. Patreski's office has threatened to drop me as a patient.

It's not like she's the only physical therapist in the area but I trust her and I like her and I promised I wouldn't fuck things up for myself yet again.

I pop the hood and get out to see a cloud of steam rising from beneath it.

"Mother Hubbard, piece of shit," I swear, kicking the tire and instantly regret it.

I do it with my good leg but my bad one goes out on me and I lose my balance.

I catch myself on the side of the truck and a whole new flock of curses escapes my mouth on filthy wings.

"Hey, everything okay?" I turn and see Aaron the candy-guy looking at me with a curious expression, like I'm something strange and unexpected and not altogether welcome... an unknown substance or a weird stain maybe but even in my distressed state, I appreciate how trim and neat he looks in his black slacks, white shirt and candy-striped apron.

I tear my eyes away from the patch of smooth, honey skin revealed by his open collar.

"No. My God-damn truck just blew up and I have an appointment in Felton I can't miss," I say digging out my cell-phone.

"Does Uber work around here? Or is there a bus or something?"

He stands for a minute without moving or speaking and I begin to wonder if he's just going to watch me have my crisis like it's the local 5 o'clock news.

I'm just about to lose my temper when he speaks.

"I was planning to go into Felton this afternoon for supplies... but I can go now and give you a lift, if you want," he says, looking at my truck's steaming hood.

"Yes. Oh my God, yes, please. I'll give you gas money," I pull out my wallet.

"Here."

I try to hand him a twenty but he just makes a face.

"I don't want your money. When's your appointment?"

"Ten-thirty."

"Alright. Let me get my stuff and we'll go. That's my car there," he points to a little grey Fiat further down the street.

"Here," he tosses me his set of keys.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back in a minute."

He turns and walks back to his own store, vanishing inside.

I feel kind of weird but I go and unlock his car and get in on the passenger side.

It's compact, more than a few years old and definitely a base model.

On the other hand, it's clean and obviously well-cared for.

I like it and it seems to fit him somehow.

A minute later he returns.

He's changed into dark jeans and a black t-shirt and somehow the casual clothes make him look even younger than he already does.

When I first saw him in the store, I'd assumed he was an employee because I'd thought he was twenty-two at most.

Now he looks barely legal.

"What?" he snaps, frowning at me. I realize I was staring.

"Sorry. I'm just... er... upset about my truck. Is it really okay for you to leave your store like this? Won't it impact your business?"

"I've got someone coming in. At least, as long as no one dies, and all the alligators are accounted for."

"Um?"

I'm kind of lost but I forge on.

"Anyway, thanks for offering to drive me."

"Sure, don't mention it. Where are we going, anyway?"

I give him the address and he puts it into his phone's GPS.

"A doctor's office?" he asks, then blushes.

"Sorry. None of my business."

"No, it's okay. It's just physical therapy."

"Oh?"

He doesn't press but after a few seconds, I'm compelled to tell him anyway.

"I got hit by a drunk driver about two years ago. I was riding my bike through this quiet little town... the kind of place you never expect anything bad to happen... and BOOM... out of nowhere, this guy just hits me coming off a side street. Shattered my left leg. I'm just glad they could save it... although from the X-Rays it looks like I've got more metal than bone in there at this point. That's kinda why I opened the shop. I'm not competing in any rides any time soon but at least I can provide some fuel for other people's dreams."

He keeps his eyes on the road but I can see from his profile that his expression is troubled.

"I'm sorry. That sounds... rough."

"Well, it ain't been smooth," I laugh.

"That's for sure but I know it could've been a hell of a lot worse and I've got a lot to be grateful for."

The corner of his mouth dips down in a little twitch of a frown.

"What about you?" I prompt.

He looks over and his crystal blue eyes are wide and bright.

"What about me?" he asks.

"What are you going into Felton for? Supplies, you said, right?"

I don't know what I said wrong but the iron curtain drops again and his face is suddenly as expressionless as a porcelain doll's.

"Oh, yeah," he says.

"That's right. Supplies."

[devoted-souls-gone]

"If you don't like Pineapple pizza then.... i'm not speaking to you for a WHOLE week." Yes this is him seeing any haters to the food.

[sleepingcup]

Death Mark

Characters: Trickster! Aesop Carl x (g/n) Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Little Fluff, Trigger Warning, Angst, Swearing, Good Ending

Warnings: Mentions of Su!c1de, Self-Harm, Dark Themes

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Summary: You were about to end yourself, till you are caught by him.

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You remember it clearly, your life was a living curse that you can't really recover. Everything you do will make things worse, knowing the consequences of your actions they abandoned you. Yet you didn't even do anything, it's frustrates you to the fact that you feel useless.

Worse of all you are abandoned by your friends and family, they used you to the point that they all got what they wanted. It pains you even more to the point that it doesn't even matter to enjoy life.

And here you are standing on the top of the 8th floor of the building apartment, ready to jump off.

You were about to take a leap-

"Why waste your life over this?"

You looked behind seeing a tall man who seems to be holding a suitcase, and yet you evenly don't know that person.

Of ALL places and he decided to stop you for what are you planning to do.

"What do you want? I just wanted to die?"

"Over something stupid that your friends and family did this to you?"

It's true that it was rather stupid but...

Is it supposed to be you saying that?

You decided to scoff, "Why is this bother you pretty boy, it is quite rude to interrupt a death mark?"

That peaked his interest, "Death Mark? Is that how you name it, and yet you still insisted on dying alone. Doesn't it seem lonely?"

You scoff again, "Sorry pretty boy, but I am insisting on dying alone! The world is cruel and painful. But why are you interrupting my plans?"

The 'pretty boy' slowly walk towards you unfazed by all of that, and it gave you the sight to see his appearance clearly.

His hair is neatly tucked to the right, a dashing suit, an interesting suitcase that has a unique design, and his face makes you call it correctly that he is a pretty boy.

And yet he still wore a facemask?

"You are under the radar mark of trespassing and yet you didn't even bother to bring a weapon."

He remarked as your legs were tied up to something slimy that you were not expecting. A tentacle shot up to your waist preventing you to take a step forward. You looked at him with a sweat dripping from your forehead, seeing him clearly just for him to remove his own facemask.

You immediately recognized him.

He isn't your friend not acquaintance, he is just a pure stranger. And you didn't even realize that you trespassed his company in this building, how reckless you can be?!

The man in front of you is Trickster who the people calls him and yet, why did he go out of his way to find you alone?

"Trickster...."

"It's Aesop Carl, unfortunate soul."

So that's his name...

"I DID trespass your building, but why isn't your co-workers capturing me for that?"

That cause him to laugh.

"Silly, I AM alone in this building. I have my relaxation in this building just for fun~ And yet you came here to commit su!c1de?"

You gulped as tears are slowly rising up to your eyes, you just wanted to end this never-ending pain. You don’t like what he is intending to do and say.

"I know who you are, (y/n). And I am aware about what happened to you in this city. But is it really worth it to waste your life over something like this?"

Trickster said dropping the suitcase to the void as the tentacles was forcing you to land back to the floor right in front of him.

"Now tell me, why do you want to die?"

Die?

"You ARE depressed, you can’t find something or someone for comfort, and now you are trying a way to end it even if nothing is going to happen."

You came here for a reason.

"Is this cruel world that we live in that-"

"YOU ALSO HATE THE LIVING DAMMIT!!!!"

He saw yours tears falling out from your eyes but he remained unfazed, you are enraged, you can't think, all you can do is yell at him.

"WE ALL HATE THIS WORLD! EVERYBODY LOVES USING EACH OTHER FOR THEIR OWN SATISFACTION!!! WHY EVEN FUCKING BOTHER ENDURE THE PAIN WHEN THEY HURT YOU THE MOST?!"

He didn't respond, perhaps he is urging you to continue.

"I AM FUCKING DONE WITH LIFE AND IT PROVES IT!!!! I HATE THE WAY I WAS BORN! I HATE THE WORLD FOR TREATING ME LIKE SHIT! AND HERE YOU ARE RESCUING THIS 'UNFORTUNATE SOUL' JUST TO FUCKING USE ME FOR PROFIT!!!"

You tried to struggle free from the tentacle to leap and yet it won't let you.

"I HATE THE WAY I AM BORN TO JUST BE ABUSED, USED, HARRASSED, JUST FOR ME TO WANTING THOSE PEOPLE TO DIE!!! LET ME GO AND LET ME ACCEPT MY FATE!!"

You punched the tentacle and yet it didn't even budge, all he can do is watch you cry.

"And your friends and family?"

"They don't give a shit about me."

"And your life?"

"Lonely as shit, I am homeless and I am willing to abandon my life."

You wanted to get out of the tentacle so bad, it was your triggering moment to let your regrets cry out. But your breathing even faster, like you are desperate to end everything for yourself.

"LET ME DIE!!!"

You managed to succeed and yet, you didn't feel anything about touching the floor. Instead you are in his chest, forcing you to hug him back with the tentacle. Your breath hitches for a second before his arms were tied securely around you, tears continue to fall as you felt that his hug is sincere even if he doesn't look like he care. Feeling that your desperation was at it’s limits, his hand was able to comfort you just to steady your breathing.

Finally he said something.

"No. You have better things to do."

......What?

"You are frustrated at them and yet you didn't even do anything to enact revenge. Are you that person who just continue to give them mercy?"

He asked as you are conflicted by his question, it never makes sense to you and yet you even recall that he too likes death. But where did that come from? Why does it seem that you know him before?

"But....didn't you also wanted to die?"

His breathing stopped for a second before he chuckles pulling you closer to him.

"Die? Yes I do. But I had better things to be working on as well~ I insisted on guiding the lost souls to a better afterlife."

"But why are you not letting me die? Isn’t it your role?"

Then he was silent, it was your chance to break free and yet you wanted your answer coming from him. Your mind is telling you to break free, but your heart told you to stay still. Which action was the right choice?

If he didn't care he won't be able to save you.

Ironic isn't it?

And yet you hear was a soft laughter coming from his lips, as his hand was petting you on the head gently. Your eyes widened at the surprise touch and yet, it was warm.

"You did remind me of a friend I knew. He did the same thing as you did. And yet I was too late to stop him."

You were speechless, someone he knows also leap from this building before you?

Though it seem like he was not saying a lie.

"I thought it was all over. But after watching you trying to do the same, I made a promise to him that I will not destroy."

He said as you wanted to ask who 'he' was but you are not so sure about asking him about it. The tentacles let you go which surprise you, and you are met with his stoic yet concerned eyes.

"So what will be your choice?"

You are confused.

"If you leap off that building, not many people including your friends and family will noticed. They will deem you as missing and pin the blame on you or someone else just to create a new victim."

He has a point, your friends and family will create another new victim when you die. But it isn't about them since you are focusing of your death, why is he telling you all of this?

"If you don't leap off the building...."

That makes you question his intentions.

This ticks you off.

"What? Continue your sentence!"

You wanted to tell at him again, you can't wait for another word. You are really getting at your limit.

"You will work with me, and in exchange I will make your life WAY more better than before."

"Excuse me?"

You looked at him confused, an insane laughter coming from your mouth. Aesop, him, asking you to work with him if your don't leap. Of ALL places?!

"Tricky~ Tricky~ You ARE fucking joking are you?"

You were laughing while crying? You really went out of your mind.

"I'm not."

You look at him with shock, seeing a sinister smile forming on his face.

"You WANTED to die and yet, YOU also want THEM to die? Is it not?"

You're getting more confused and enraged at this rate.

"In the back of your mind you wanted them to get the karma they deserve, they ruined you, they destroy you, they evenly had the AUDACITY to make you want to die. What better way to release that anger by making them PAY for what they did TO YOU."

Chills ran to your spine, his dark laughter was right in front of you as if he was offering a deal.

"You are not finished what you started, your soul WANTS them to perish. Tell me silly. How much do you want them to explode?"

You hate to admit that he has a point and yet, you are not sure if that is a good idea.

"We will be both become good partners in crime. Cursed souls can't properly go to the afterlife without regrets~ What better way is to seek help from me~"

You wanted to ask him, WHY is he helping you?!

"Then tell me...."

"?"

"We ARE strangers and yet, you were not suppose to care at me right? You ARE saying more lies in the first place......"

You look at him with anger fueling with your eyes, tears falling from the corner of your eyes.

"Why are YOU of all places helping me?"

You said getting tired of yelling at him, he did pause for a second before going near you just to pat you on the head.

"One, you invaded my place. Two, you are going to damage my reputation. And three, here we are talking about your fate."

He said calmly not even bothered to smile.

"I gave you my offer, and now it is your turn. What will be your ultimate choice."

You looked at him slowly progressing about the words he say. And yet your answer wasn't really answered by him alone.

He instead asked you your choice.

“But, I want you to tell me everything that you hate, what you don’t need, and what YOU need.”

“!!!”

You look at him like he went insane, and yet he insisted on letting you vent out everything you have bottled up.

“I won’t run away. I won’t leave till I got my answer. Now....let everything out!”

Your eyes were going insane, tears are falling, and all you can do was take a deep breath.

As a result, you vented out your feelings to him along with arguements at the 8th floor for almost the entire night, harsh words come out of your mouth and he took it like he was not offended at the slightest bit. It didn't take you to realize that you were shaking so badly, you were tired of this and yet you feel relieved...

It made you lean to him as he accepted your hug, crying louder that you just wanted to let everything go. The place feels colder like death and yet all you feel was warmth and the sun was slowly rising.

Because of that you feel numb like every part of you is drained like an empty cup of water, and here he is comforting you like you needed.

Funny and you didn’t even let him say a word aside from hugging you, and at the end of the sobbing mess you finally hear his voice.

"Are you done running away?"

You nodded.

"Have you made up your mind?"

You nodded as well.

"Pray, tell me. Do you want to die?"

Finally you shook your head.

"Do you want to leap off the building?"

You also shook your head.

"Will you be able to work with me to find your new life? There will be no going back from your decision."

He asked as you let go to look at him, as the sun glow reaches your face. You finally lend out your true smile as tears fell one last time.

"I do."

That was your final answer.

Aesop smiled and gently held your hand and gave it a gentle kiss, which made you blush at the sight.

"Pleasure doing business with you, my servant~"

"You better not betray me like the others did."

That made his laugh.

"Hah! As if! I better keep my word to you, revenge is the first step that we need."

You laugh along with him for a while, as he gently wipe your tears away. He did had a solemn smile on his face which it was odd to you.

"A smile does suit you the best."

That made you even embarrassed.

"S-Shut up!"

He chuckle at your embarrassed remark.

Of course in the end you are guided to the place with Trickster to his office, you are ready to face a new life with him. Funny that you also saw employees congratulating him for the rescue and all but you knew that he lies a lot on your first encounter with him.

But you did forget one memory that you have forgotten a very long time ago.

Aesop WAS your childhood friend once, he cared for you because you protect him. Even the staff pointed out that he was desperate to save you but he needs to put on a fasade to find a way to stop you.

It was his way to returning the favor you gave him.

You also noticed that his ears were red, but you also recall that he was on the verge of crying ever since you show him your true smile.

But after eating breakfast with him, being dressed up by him, you decided to do something thankful.

"Aesop."

"Yes?"

You walk up to him to kiss him on the cheek, he was surprised and looked at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Thank you... for finding me."

He smiled before giving your forehead a kiss.

"You have my utmost gratitude. Love."

[plooto]

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ almost . ft. todoroki ‘ endeavour ’ enji

synopsis . i’m going to be straight with you, i still have feelings for you.

warnings . divorced! enji, online dating , unfortunate events ( no death <3)

parts one , two , three

getting accepted wasn’t a big deal for shoto, nor a big deal for the family. but he was taking his own path instead of solely relying on his father’s dream, this was shoto’s life. todoroki was still fighting for number one, yet when he was forced into the spot by all might’s early retirement, he couldn’t help but feel wronged.

perhaps this was payback for what he did to you years prior. perhaps this was his wake up call.

year after year, he still reaches over to your side of the bed when he wakes, he still sets the shower to a lower temperature for you to handle, he still turns his alarm off as soon as it starts to that you could get more rest.

after years, it’s a long overdue reality check when he’s finally waking the street, heading home to reconcile with his family, when he does in fact realize—you’re no longer here. he pushed you away for the career that he feels he doesn’t deserve.

“ i’m home ” he calls, though his family hates him and couldn’t care less if would have he died that day.

“ kitchen! ” his daughter, fuyumi calls. he stands awkwardly in the doorway, watching as his daughter dashes from one side of the kitchen to another, making food for her family, him included.

“ dinner? ” he asked, as if he couldn’t see it being made.

“ yep, i’m making f’f ! ” he went stiff. that was your favorite food, and the side dishes were those that you enjoyed as well. you and fuyumi often cooked it together.

“ fuyumi no ! ” you giggled as you ran from fuyumi trying to put sauce on your face,

“ fine fine, let’s finish dinner before dad comes out here and- ”

“ and what? ” the both of you were in sync, from the shiver your bodies did, to the eyebrow raised at him.

“ nothing, we were just making dinner. ” you recovered, explaining and allowing fuyumi just to nod,

“ yep ! ”

“ oh snap ! ” he blinked, coming back to the present a bit too quickly, “ could you go to the bakery down the road and get the cake i ordered? ” without responding he turned and walked out, walking down the road at a pace slower than his normal.

why do you keep returning to him so often? it’s been years, a decade, and he can’t say he hasn’t thought about you, he has just not this much. when he arrived at the bakery, the line was short, so he stood behind one person, waiting his turn. mind floating about, he looks around aimlessly, looking at the people in the bakery, before his eyes land on someone for a moment before he turns to say his last name.

“ todor- ” he stops and nearly giving himself whiplash, he twists his neck to the side, the person he looked at. it wasn’t an ordinary person, it was you. the woman that’s found her way back in his head, the woman that he shared his heart with, is here. he rushed out of the door, looking left then right. you were nowhere in sight. he shook his head, cursing his brain for fooling him in such a way before retrieving the cake and going home.

the next couple weeks, he kept his eyes out for you, but you never crossed his path, he’d finally accepted that he was just going crazy but then he seen you at the cafe that he goes to every morning before work. you were in a booth, nibbling on a moonpie. chocolate, it had to be. it was your favorite, simply the only one you had.

“ endeavor ? ” the cashier questioned, he grumbled his order, “ is that all for you, sir ? ” he fought against his better judgement and shook his head.

“ could i order a large brown sugar boba milk tea with extra boba for the girl with the moonpie by the window ? ” she looked over the counter, before nodding.

“ of course, here’s your total you can insert your card when it prompts you. ” he did so, yet the whole time he was glancing back at you. you matured well, you looked good.

“ thank you sir. come again soon ! ” with that and a crumpled up receipt, he walked out of the cafe. meanwhile you sat in the booth with your favorite drink that you didn’t express to anyone but him, you looked around, unable to find said man. you shook your head. you had to be dreaming. there’s no other explanation.

published . may 5 , 2022

[ukai-simp-services]

your hq s/o walking in on you masturbating

includes: kenma, oikawa, ukai, kuroo

warnings: heavy smut, cursing, nsfw; degrading, praising, edging, teasing.

a/n: god this took so long for me to write, i hope y’all enjoy. i worked very hard on each character so be sure to read em all ;)

(female character descriptions)

kenma kozume

  you sat with your legs criss-crossed on the plush comforter of your bed - your shared bed with your boyfriend. kenma was rarely ever away from you, his job required him to sit at home by his desk most days, trying out different video game graphics, typing up notes or ideas after trying said game. It wasn’t very often that his company called him in for a meeting, maybe once every few weeks. 

  alas, you still found yourself sitting here, alone on your giant bed, wondering what you’d do with your time. you came home, hours prior, yearning for your comfortable bed after a long day at work. and you certainly relished in those desires, taking a much-needed nap for a couple of hours. but now here you were, brightly awake, with an unusual warmth of desire in your stomach. you were unsure where the urge came from, considering your boyfriend wasn’t even home to tempt you. but it was still there, and it needed to be satiated. 

  so you began your mission, it had been quite a number of months since you last masturbated on your own. your lovely kenma was always by your side, always there to feed your cravings, masturbation wasn’t even a thought when you knew he was just a room away from you. you almost forgot your usual routine when it came to “doing the deed”. 

  first, you slipped out of your leggings, feeling the cold, but soft comforter tickle your bare legs. then, you snaked your hand up your stomach to your breast, fondling it as best as you could. funny, it didn't feel nearly as rewarding as it did when kenma did it. lastly, you picked up your phone from its spot next to you and began your search.

  you searched a reliable porn site you used to use all the time, quickly finding a video that you knew would get you off quickly. you chewed your bottom lip as the video started, excitement building up from the depths of your core. as the video continued, you snuck your free hand down your stomach to your panties. hesitantly, you creeped your fingers under the elastic band of the soft cotton material and reached slowly for your folds. you gasped at your wetness, it was nothing remarkable, just a little surprising considering how quick you made this decision. you began stroking your clit, slowly to start, while still keeping your eyes on your screen. as the video continued on, you quickened the pace of your rubbing, swirling your juices around your clit with your two fingers. you didn’t realize how focused you were on your phone screen, till the sound of your bedroom door creaking open snapped you out of your daze. 

  yellow, cat-like eyes peered at your disheveled state in both shock and curiosity. you opened your mouth to say something, but was only able to let out a struggled mewl. his gaze was locked to your body, taking in your entire form, focused mainly on the hand buried in your panties, taking note of how your hand continued its motions, slowly. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him and he couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

  a loud, choked moan vibrated from the phone in your hand, snapping both you and kenma out of your trance. 

  “I-i...” you scrambled for words as you quickly shut off the video and began retracting your hand from your panties.

  kenma dashed towards you, animal-like instincts, and snatched your wrist in his grip, slowly putting your hand back in the spot it was formerly in. 

  “continue.” he said, voice laced with the deep desire you so fortunately get to see in him often. his gaze remained down at your body, instead of looking you in the eye. you simply nodded your head and continued your movements again. taking you by surprise yet again, kenma lifted your phone from your other hand and clicked play on the video again for you.

  your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but soon your whole body was flushed from the euphoric feeling rising in your stomach. kenma held your phone up with one hand, watching you masturbate to whatever the hell was on there. he then took his other hand and pulled the cotton material covering your sex to the side, watching your glistening fingers work magic into your clit. 

  he decided he should help out a little bit, so he poked his warm, firm tongue out of his mouth and penetrated your cunt with it. you gasped at the contact, not expecting it since your eyes were trained on the screen. your movements became spastic as the twisting and curving of his tongue played with your insides wondrously. your body convulsed around his muscle, thighs squeezing and enclosing his head. the video you were watching was quick to end, but you couldn't care as you tossed your phone to the side and grabbed a handful of your boyfriend’s hair. 

  kenma’s assault on your cunt only became more intense as he felt you reaching your orgasm, walls pulsing around his tongue. you moaned in approval of his actions, bucking your hips for the friction of his nose against your clit. your high came shortly after, leaving you grasping kenma’s hair for dear life.

  your chest rose and fell rapidly, waiting for your breathing to normalize again before you spoke. kenma plopped next to you on your bed, automatically snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“never leave home ever again.” you breathed out, a smile starting to form on your lips.

he simply just chuckled and said, “sounds like a deal to me.”

oikawa tooru 

  oikawa constantly had you on your toes, always watching and waiting for something to happen. with this, also came teasing, he was a huge flirt in general, everyone knew that, but when it came to you it was in every way worse. 

  you stared down at your phone, more specifically, at the text your boyfriend had sent you. 

pretty, but you’d look prettier with the dress off and your legs spread for me <3

  for context, you had went shopping earlier and sent a picture to oikawa of the new dress you were contemplating buying. of course, he was no help in your decision and only used the photo to helplessly fluster you. you sighed to yourself, guess it couldn't be helped.

  but you hated to admit that the text hit you with a swarm of butterflies in the very pit of your stomach -  you couldn't help but imagine your boyfriend in between your thighs, pulling the tight dress up your hips rather slow. 

  of course you had bought it, how could you not after reading that text.

  part of you wanted to surprise him in it, let him come home to you laying in your bed with the dress tightly clung to you and a pair of matching high heels strapped on. unfortunately, reality reminded you that tooru would be practicing ‘til late tonight and you knew that all he would want is a warm bed to crash on, barely even making it to the shower. 

  so instead of bothering your already over-worked boyfriend, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

  finishing your dinner alone at around 7pm, you cleaned yourself up and headed for the bedroom. you crawled across the smooth duvet cover on your bed, cold material rubbing against your bare legs. you situated yourself against two plush pillows, propping your torso up while parting your legs. 

  you pondered for a moment what you should do, it wasn’t an odd occurrence for you to be pleasuring yourself; tooru was out quite frequently because of his busy schedule. your confliction was caused by the fact that you simply wanted tooru, nothing else. 

  even so, you continued your actions; sliding your soft cotton shorts down your smooth and long legs. once situated, you grabbed your phone and searched for something hot to get you off. because you were feeling so touched starved, videos simply wouldn't do it for you today. you needed something more intimate; like the sound of a man’s voice in your ears, coaxing you to your orgasm, directing you to play with yourself how he wanted. 

  yeah, that would do it.

  so you went to your very reliable (totally not reddit or anything) website and searched for something you knew you would like. a seemingly promising result caught your eye, and you proceeded to plug in your earbuds and adjust the volume of the video. you leaned back further into the pillows, trying to get comfortable enough to relax. 

  the video began and you couldn’t help but feel awkward, yeah the man’s voice was hot as hell - deep and seductive too, but something about it didn't feel right considering you had a boyfriend, with a much nicer voice.  

  oh fuck it, you thought.

  there was no secret rule against this, it was basically the same as porn, only it felt nicer because the plot was directed towards you and your orgasm. you felt more at ease with yourself - and with the video. the voice playing was smooth and relaxing. 

  you slowly began to move your fingers as instructed - or should I say demanded, whilst also bringing your left hand up to palm your breast through the thin material of your shirt. you were now working both your clit and your breasts, the feeling of warmth beginning to pool in the pit of your stomach. 

  the voice commanded you to begin fingering yourself - in his words; to “bury your fingers deep in that little cunt of yours”, and who were you to disobey? 

  you did exactly as instructed, indulging your fingers deep - well, as deep as they could go - inside the warmth of your core. you received praises from the man, calling you names of which you most certainly enjoyed. this encouraged you pump yourself faster, all while your left hand toyed with your breast through your shirt. surprisingly, your hands made a dream team, you hadn't felt this amazing masturbating in so long. it was like the voice in your ears was real and the hands on your body weren't your own, but someone else’s. 

  what you failed to realize was, down the hallway from your bedroom, your boyfriend was putting his bags down on the kitchen table and approaching your room - where he heard your soft moans coming from. 

  tooru wandered over to your bedroom, both curious and confused. the way you were moaning, he wondered if he’d find another man on top of you. he decided to bite back his nerves and enter the room quietly, inching the door open with caution. his head poked through the small gap of the doorway that was now exposed, peering over at your writhing body to see that you were in fact alone. oikawa let out a small sigh of relief at this, but then noticed that you were still unaware of his presence and that your ears occupied a set of wireless earbuds. the man smirked to himself, now somewhat aware of what you were doing. 

  he cleared his throat obnoxiously, immediately turning your attention over to him and releasing the breast in your hand almost shamefully. you opened your mouth to say something, but tooru quickly cut you off.

  “my my, what do we have here?” his voice was low and taunting as he took slow strides over to your bed.

  “tooru, i was just-”

  “playing with yourself, my dear?” he chuckled and took a seat next to you on the bed, “that much i can see for myself. just to what would that be, is the question.”

  your face burned in embarrassment and regret, knowing he would manage to squeeze the answer out of you.

  “you- you weren’t home, and i...needed something...”, your voice trailed off as you glanced down at your phone, the audio was paused, but not for long. 

  oikawa seemed to have caught on to your implications and in one swift movement, snatched both your phone and your right earbud from your possession.

  “tooru, please-” 

  your boyfriend made a tsk tsk noise with his tongue, “nuh uh, what makes you think you get to enjoy this alone? honestly, it looks to me like you’re having a lot of fun-” he gestured to your hand which was deeply buried in your panties, “-and i wanna join in on the fun too.” his voice was low and laced with seduction now, his eyes dark and taunting as his face was merely inches away from yours. 

  your chest heaved with heavy contractions, stomach full of butterflies and warmth. you could barely muster out a word, so you stuck with a brisk nod. tooru smirked and plugged the earbud in at your approval, then clicked the audio back on.

  the audio was halfway finished, so the man’s instructions were even more intense than you wanted oikawa to hear. 

  “that’s right you little slut, be a good girl and keep fucking that little cunt for me, yeah?”

  your eyes widened in embarrassment, quickly scanning tooru’s face for any sign of laughter. what shocked you more was the dark expression on his face now, hidden with a deadly smirk on his lips.

  “c’mon baby, do what he’s telling you to do.”

  “good girl, that my good little slut.”

  the mix of the voices overstimulated your senses, your embarrassment soon turned into a wicked desire. you began pumping yourself harder, hand coming back up to grope you breast. your eyes closed shut and your moans began escalating again.  

  you weren’t sure what you boyfriend was planning on doing next, but you felt the pressure of the bed go down as he switched spots from next to you to in between your legs.

  the audio kept encouraging you to pump faster, enticing more moans to spill from your lips. the feeling of a warm, moist tongue pressing against your clit made your eyes shoot open and your head jerk up to see tooru with his head in between your thighs.

  “what? am I not allowed to help?” he quizzed you with a tone laced with teasing.

  you let your head fall back onto the pillow as oikawa took his time lapping at your clit. your fingering stuttered, but never ceased as the voice of a man and the tongue of your man continued to pleasure you. the audio was nearing an end and you felt yourself also nearing an orgasm. oikawa pushed your hand so your fingers went even deeper than they already were, this earned a whimpering gasp from you. you looked down at your partner to see his eyes were locked with yours, tongue poking out to lick at your swollen clit. you felt your walls clenching around your fingers at the sight, voice in your ear aiding in it too.

  “look at you, so helpless, getting off to some guys’ voice? such a needy little whore, aren't you?” 

  you felt all the oxygen in your lungs leave your body, fingers growing stiff inside of you. your boyfriend’s words tugged at something inside of you, an animalistic version of you deep down that needed to be freed. 

  tooru smirked up at you, perfectly aware of his effect on you. his tongue withdrawing from inside his mouth to lap you up for the hundredth time.

  “how pathetic, were you that desperate for an orgasm that you resulted to audio porn?”

  “good girl, that’s my good little girl, cry out for me.”

  you felt your orgasm coming like a tidal wave, the two voices overstimulating your senses once again.

  “that’s so fucking embarrassing, your own fingers are barely enough to please you anymore. you need my tongue to help you.”

  “that’s right, come for me, come around those pretty little fingers of yours.”

  “yeah? you're gonna be an obedient little slut and come for for him? listen to his orders like he’s your daddy, right?”

  and you did.

  with a final whine of pleasure, your body violently rocked itself through your orgasm. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your back arched into air helplessly. your fingers slowed down on their movements, eventually coming to a slow finish. you breathed heavily, chest heaving as the ringing in your ears quieted down. all that could be heard in the room was the thick silence in the air and your contracted breathing. 

  tooru slowly approached the spot next to you on the bed from his former position between your legs, lying next to your disheveled form. once your body had calmed itself down a bit more, your retracted your hands from their position  and turned toward your lover, resting your head on his shoulder. 

  “well, I certainly did not expect to come home to that.” tooru chuckled lightly.

  you quickly dove your face into the side of his neck, hiding in mortification. 

  “god, I'm so embarrassed.” you mumbled into his skin.

  oikawa only laughed louder, earning a light slap on his arm.

  “come on, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every second of that.”

  “you know I did, that’s why I'm embarrassed!” you lifted your head from his neck to retort back.

  he only shook his head and laughed again, wrapping his arm around your body to keep you warm.

  “why did you come home so early, anyway?”

  “well practice ended early because the team wanted to go out to dinner for a sort-of, congratulations for doing so good in our last match. that team we went up against was really hard, remember?”

  “yes, I do. so why didn't you go!” you suddenly jerked your head up to scold your boyfriend.

  “because...I'd much rather be home with you celebrating. besides, I thought that text I sent you was a hint of what I wanted to do with you tonight.” his voice trailed off quietly.

  “oh god, I thought you were just being a damn tease like always! that’s why I took matters into my own hands.”

  tooru propped himself up on one elbow, facing you.

  “c’mon, you know damn well you enjoy my teasing. plus who says we can't go for a round two?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you and gestured at the rising tent under his sweatpants that was nearly poking your leg.

  you smirked, looking back up into your boyfriend’s eyes.

  “i guess that can be arranged, but it’s my turn to tease, i've had enough of your teasing for one day.”

  before he could protest, you were on top of him straddling his waist, hands holding his arms up over his head.

  “fine by me.”

ukai keishin

  coming home from a long day at work, you plopped down your bags and ran your fingers through your hair. ukai was working the late shift at his convenience store like he usually did on weekdays, and he probably hadn’t eaten anything besides snacks since lunch this noon. your body was tired and sweaty, but you motivated yourself with the idea of a hot shower to keep you up on your feet for a bit longer. as quick as you could, you whipped up a plate of steamed dumplings and rice for you and your fiancé to eat. once satisfied with your work, you left the meal on top of the stove with a glass cover on top to keep it warm. 

  hot shower hot shower hot shower you chanted to yourself, reminding yourself of your reward for the long day you had. you went to your bedroom first to quickly strip, tossing the restricting clothes away into a hamper. afterwards, you entered your bathroom - now naked, a chill ran over your body. you turned the knob of the shower to the left, far to the left, making the water spring to life and begin to heat up.

  after a few moments of waiting for the steamy-hot water to rush out, you took a step into the tub. immediately, your muscles relaxed under the flow of the hot water, your skin burned a little at the sensation too. you sat under the water for a good 30 minutes; lathering your soft skin with foamy body wash, scrubbing at your scalp and rinsing the stress of a long day off your body. the shower was full of steam and the sweet scents of all the soap you used. 

  you exited the shower after feeling fully clean and content, wrapping a dry towel around your head to hold your drenched hair. you dried your body off with another towel and slipped a soft robe around your form, before approaching your room. 

  following after brushing through your damp hair, you slid on an over-sized t-shirt from your closet, probably one of ukai’s without realizing. you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you walked toward your dresser, you admired the way the t-shirt showed off the shape of your breasts and hugged your hips. you took a step back to appreciate your form a minute more, becoming seemingly more and more confident in your looks by the second. it had clearly been awhile since you felt confident in yourself, your teenage days were over and adulthood was settling into your appearance. 

  still, for the first time in awhile, you thought you looked damn good. 

  a flame ignited in your belly, a flame you had not felt in a long time. you usually tended to ignore said flame, because you simply did not have the time to deal with it. 

  but today was so draining and you had not done this in so long. surely you deserved a reward, right?

  yes, yes you did. a hot shower alone simply was not enough of a prize for the type of day you had. 

  you crawled onto the bed and sat against your pillow, spreading your legs for yourself in front of the mirror across the room. grateful you had not put on underwear yet, you reached down to touch your bare petals. you weren’t wet yet, but it didn't take you long to get there, not with that mirror in front of you. 

  you watched yourself from the spot on your bed, grabbing your bare breast underneath your shirt as you started rubbing lazy circles around your clit. you found yourself soon more relaxed than not, giving in to your suppressed desires. you began to imagine you weren’t alone on your bed, that your future husband with there with you; crawling in-between your legs. you moaned at the thought, eyes fluttering close in a daze. 

  you thought about him grabbing you by your thighs, holding on to them as he made out with your sloppy, wet pussy. you imagined the sounds, his vibrating moans, your wet slick being lapped up and sucked on. 

  your was sex dripping with your cum now, and you watched yourself in the mirror with hooded lids, vividly imaging your husbands head and back facing the ceiling. you could even see the details of his back muscles contracting and relaxing as he continued aggressively devouring you. 

  your thoughts were paused when you heard the front door open, your eyes widened, but remained glued to the image of your body. 

  your fingers hadn’t ceased their movements either.

  “honey, i'm home” ukai teased in his “i'm-a-loving-husband-who-brings-home-the-bacon” voice. something you both found funny ever since you got engaged. 

  you made no sound, too afraid you voice would come out in a squeal.

  you heard his footsteps go into the living room, before his voice called out again, “baby?” 

  you decided to play around and not answer again, leaving him no choice but to find you himself. you continued rubbing your clit as you stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip to hold back an excited grin. as ukai’s steps got closer to the door, you found yourself indulging a finger into your core. then, one turned into two. and you found yourself having to hold back your moans, as he was so close to entering your room. 

  a mere second passed before keishin was strolling into your room, looking for his beloved fiancé. he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you, two fingers plunged into your pussy, all whilst staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

  he exhaled through his teeth before saying, “princess, what’s this?”

  you tilted your head to the side, gazing at the man before you with half-lidded eyes.

  “what does it look like, daddy?” your fingers maintained their rapid pace.

  keishin was enthralled with the scene before him - not wanting to move an inch so he could continue watching you, while also wanting to pounce on you like a caged animal.

  he decided to just slowly creep over to you, long strides taunting you from your spot on the bed. he kneeled on the mattress, beginning to crawl closer and closer to you. your gazes were locked on each other, all while your fingers kept their assault on your core.

  “you look so pretty baby, touching yourself like that in our big ole’ bed.”

  you only bit your lip in response, eyes trailing back to the mirror in front of you. keishin followed your glance, now also looking at the reflection of you two. 

  he scoffed, “what a little slut you are, getting off to yourself in the mirror.”

  a shaky breath left your mouth at his words, before he turned to you again and propped himself up on his elbow.

  why isn't he doing anything?? you couldn't help but think.

  “go on, don't worry about me. I wanna see you keep playing with yourself, just like that.” it was like he read your thoughts.

  you became a little frustrated, you were hoping he was going to join in on your “play time”. even so, you persisted, trying to dig deep for an orgasm. you continued staring at the mirror, watching keishin watch you. it was fucking hot - but you needed more.

  “ ’shin...” you whined out, tilting your head to look at him.

  “what? is my princess having trouble?”

  you nodded your head.

  he clicked his tongue, “that’s too bad isn't it? my little girl started this herself, now she’s got to be the one to finish it.” he punctuated his words by leaning in closer and closer, his hot breath on your face felt too nice. 

  you understood what you had to do, cum for him once and then he’d finally join you for a second time, but you were so damn touch starved. it’s one thing to be alone and touch starved, it’s another to be with the person you want to touch you, just for them not to. 

  you bit down on your lip as you pounded into yourself harder and faster, fingers reaching deep to hit your sweet spot. you tried and tried, but to no avail. your breathing was rigid now, frustration marked on your forehead, all while keishin sat and watched you like a sly motherfucker.

  he hadn’t even taken an inch of clothes off, and he wasn't even palming himself through his sweats.

  tears of frustration dribbled down your cheeks, there was no warmth in your stomach, no clench to your core, just the cum that dripped down your folds - and that was only from the mindless finger-fucking you were doing. 

  “poor baby, are your fingers not enough? can they not satisfy you the way my cock can?” keishin’s voice was low and his breath caused goosebumps to rise on your neck and cheek. you leaned into his warm touch as he wiped the tears off your face.

  “p-please.” you begged.

  “please what? use your words, princess.”

  “please- please help me cum.”

  keishin laughed in your face, making your cheeks glow a bright red. 

  “so fucking pathetic, can't even cum with your own fingers. what happened to that tough girl act you had on before, huh? when I caught you playing with your pussy to your reflection in the mirror.”

  he leaned in closer, lips barely grazing your ear.

  “-where did that little slut go? you’re so desperate now, it’s not even funny.”

  a wave of pleasure took over your body, and you finally understood that he was helping you cum, he just didn’t even have to touch you.

  “daddy- please...” you begged for more.

  “there’s my slut, there she fucking is. i bet you were just waiting for me to come home earlier; you were waiting for your daddy with your cunt wrapped around your little fingers, legs spread - practically begging to be caught.”

  you let out a loud moan, core clenching around your fingers as you felt your orgasm approaching. keishin tugged at the fabric of your shirt, before pulling it up to reveal your breasts.

  he scoffed, “even wearing my shirt, huh? bet you couldn't wait to stain it with your cum. you dirty little girl, i’ll make you clean up every last drop of yourself with your tongue” 

  you were already so close, but keishin’s words and the way he pinched your erect nipple with his thumb and middle finger - really pushed you to the edge. 

  “cum, cum for me you fucking whore.”

  with one final drawn out moan, you came around your fingers and all over the bed. keishin didn’t even let you calm down from your high, he was already in-between your legs getting ready to lick up your slick.

  you tried to push his head away - your body was still so sensitive from the orgasm, but you knew that the night wouldn’t end without ukai overstimulating you, as he always does. you both knew each other’s boundaries, and this was definitely acceptable - but it was still part of the act for you to resist. 

  “keishin, please. i'm too sensitive.”

  he ignored your words, pinning your wrists up above your head to get your hands out of his way. you complied, but still writhed in his grasp. ukai brought his head down to meet your pussy, shoving his nose harshly into your sensitive clit, before plunging his tongue deep in your walls. 

  you screamed at the rough contact, your ass threatened to lift up from the bed - but keishin put a firm arm down on your body to ensure that you were going nowhere. 

  he continued licking out your insides, moaning into your clit. one hand was holding your stomach down and the other was roaming your left breast, fondling the perked nipple in-between his fingers. 

  you couldn’t help the bodily convulsions you were having, you had already felt so close and he was just starting. you glanced up to watch your reflection in the mirror, smirking back at yourself after remembering how only 15 minutes ago you were imagining this scenario unfolding. 

  ukai began licking you with more fervor, his tongue moving up to toy with your clit, whilst two fingers plunged into your hole all at once, making up for any contact lost. 

  you groaned, arching your back so that your pussy was pressed against his face. ukai moaned into your core, licks becoming a sloppy mess. 

  “you taste so fucking lovely, feels like i haven’t ravaged you in way too fucking long.” ukai groaned his words into your sex, causing all sorts of vibrations to be let loose. 

  you were close, so close, your moans were becoming more rapid and you couldn’t hold back your hands from tugging into keishin’s hair. he didn't seem to mind it either. 

   you were pushed over the edge at the feeling of keishin’s lips sucking at your clit, the sensation being way too much for your over-stimulated pussy to handle. it also didn't help that his lidded gaze locked with yours in the exact moment that his lips wrapped around your little bud. you ground against his face as your cum made its new home all over his chin and all over the bed. 

  the two of you breathed heavily for a few seconds, staring into eachother’s eyes for what felt like forever. 

  “you’re so fucking good.” you spoke first, words coming out choked and breathless.

  he chucked, “yeah, it helps that you taste fucking delicious.” 

  you giggled at his words, making it sound like you were a fucking plate of dumplings or something-

  “did you see the dinner? I made dinner!” you sat up excitedly, suddenly remembering the meal that you made.

  “baby, i think i’ve had my dinner.” ukai smirked up at you. 

  you weren't taking any sexy jokes, not after you remembered your yummy dinner.

  “nope, get up. i did not slave over a stove for nothing.” you bounced off the bed, still naked.

  keishin rolled his eyes at you, “we coulda just ordered in ya know?”

  “hush.” you playfully hit him on the shoulder, before putting his shirt back over your torso and leading him into the kitchen.

  after padding into the kitchen, keishin spoke up.

  “you know, I meant what said. about you getting cum on my shirt, and licking it clean.” there was a playful smile on his lips as he crossed his arms and faced you.

  “I didn't even get cum on your shirt, asswipe.” 

  “not yet, but I'm nowhere near through with you tonight, princess.” 

kuroo testurou

  the red blinking numbers on your alarm clock glowed directly in front of your face, mocking you. 3:32A.M. it told you. you had been tossing and turning for the past 3 hours, how did this happen?

  next to you, your husband kuroo was comfortably snoring, his breathing a steady rhythm. normally, the noise itself would lull you to sleep, but tonight your body was wide awake, antsy about something. you had already gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk an hour ago, a trick your mother taught you as a child. irritated, you glanced at the empty glass next to your bed, clearly it didn’t work anymore. it only made you have to pee, twice.

  you gently flipped onto your back, careful not to wake your soundly sleeping husband, god knew he had to wake up at 6am for work.

  you laid there, flat on your back as you stared up at the ceiling; wide eyed and fully awake. you wondered what other remedies you could do to force sleep on yourself. you could chew some melatonin - but you were sure you’d never bought melatonin in your life, you never had a reason to. you drew in a long breath, letting it out in a sigh. meditation? counting sheep? hot tea? – no, you didn’t want any more trips to the bathroom keeping you up. 

  then a brilliant thought crossed your pretty little mind; masturbation. you almost snorted out loud at the sheer sincerity of it. shifting around a little bit, you rested your hand over your lower stomach - almost teasing the idea of it. your fingers crept lower, now fingering the hem of your cotton shorts. then proceeded to slip your fingers past both the shorts and your underwear. you quickly peered over at your sleeping husband, a wild nest of black hair spread across his pillow. you smiled in admiration, he’s always slept like a rock, usually an arm anchored around you - preventing you from getting out of bed. that same arm was now stuffed under his pillow, you had learned the ways of escaping kuroo’s giant arms long ago. 

  you paid mind back to your situation at hand, continuing the creeping of your hand further down your skin. you sighed at the feeling of your fingers grazing over your slit, instinctively spreading your legs slightly for better access. you began rubbing at your now exposed clit; slow circular motions. you bit your lip at the newfound warmth bubbling in your stomach, a feeling you’ve always enjoyed.

  your husband stirred slightly in his sleep, head now facing yours. you froze slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when his snoring continued. his jet black hair covered his face, only allowing you to see his lips; which were parted as he snored. you almost thought he looked cute, so tempted to run your fingers through his hair. you decided against it, not wanting to wake the poor man up.

  your sex started growing quite wet - quicker than you thought it would. maybe it was the idea that what you were doing...so close to your sleeping husband-

  -was so dirty.

  you bit down on your bottom lip and quickened the pace of your motions, rubbing your little clit with more pressure from your fingertips. 

  still, you wished it was your husband’s tongue instead of your fingers. lapping up your slick and prodding at your sweet spot. you moaned softly, quickly biting your lip again to suppress the sound. fortunately, your husband stayed asleep.

  you started pumping your middle finger into your cunt, needing more friction to finish you off. the action caused you to moan louder, although you really tried to hold them back. and if it weren't your moans that woke your husband up - it was the arching of your back and bucking of your hips, causing the mattress to dip in your spot.

  you didn't notice him though, you didn't notice his eyelids fluttering open behind the shaggy head of hair he had, covering his eyes. he laid like that for a good minute, watching you writhe under your own hand, beginning to grab your bare breast from under your shirt. sleep still clouded his head - making his thoughts a bit foggy, but he was becoming more aware of your upcoming climax by the second. you were so far gone you didn't even realize his snoring coming to a halt, your mind was filled with the most lewd fantasies of kuroo pleasuring you in your bed. 

  when you felt yourself coming close to a climax, a large hand paused your movements by grabbing your wrist. you let out a small yelp, out of pure surprise and terror. you looked over at your husbands form, he was propping himself up on his elbow and jerking his head back a bit to get a better look of you, a smug smirk growing on his lips. his messy hair only covered his left eye now, and you could see the dark hues of his right eye practically glistening, looking down at you with a dark intensity. 

  “test-”

  “i hope i'm not interrupting you, my sneaky girl.” his voice was sleepy and one whole octave lower than it was during the day. 

  “no, you're not...um. i had trouble sleeping baby.”

  he gave you a knowing look and pulled back the blanket that covered his torso, exposing to you his flexed abs. 

  “and you couldn't ask me for help?” he began creeping over to your frozen body, still halfway under the covers.

  “you were sleeping, dummy.” you squinted at him.

  “name calling? well baby, two can play at that game.” he got fully on top of you, then proceeded to sink himself back under the covers, until only his head was poking out. 

  “let me help my chibi-chan out, yeah?” he drawled out the name slowly, knowing just the kind of reaction you'd have.

  “testu, you have work in 3 hours, i-”

  kuroo rolled his eyes at you, before fully submerging his head below the blanket. your hand was still in your pants, it had seized its movement, but it still remained there almost frozen. kuroo pulled the inconvenient hand out of his way, tugging down your cotton shorts immediately after. you felt unsure what he’d do next, considering you couldn't see him.

  after your shorts were long gone, you didn’t feel anything for a few seconds. you perked your head up from its position on your pillow almost ready to call out your lover’s name. you were quickly stopped when you felt a long stroke from his tongue to your wet slit.

  you threw your head back, a long moan escaping your mouth. the ecstasy from the feeling of his tongue unexpectedly replacing your fingers was unimaginable. you writhed beneath his mouth, his arms instinctively going to wrap around your thighs, anchoring you down in your place. his tongue continued its assault with an immense amount of pressure; pushing the muscle deep into your hole, then bringing it out to run circles around your clit. you already felt your body closing in on its orgasm. you had gotten yourself pretty far earlier and your husband was only getting you further. kuroo felt your tightening core around his muscle, and he slowed down his tongue movements - ultimately trying to edge you.

  and you certainly felt on edge, that was for sure.

 your eyes widened at his suddenly slow pace, looking down at the lump of his body covered by the thick blanket. you knew he was getting warm down there, but this was kuroo for crying out loud; this man would go on for hours if he wanted to.

  you felt his grip around your thighs tighten as you bucked your pelvis into his face, demanding a little bit more friction. to your dismay, he gave you the absolute opposite of that; digging his nails lightly into your plush skin to almost warn you not to be impatient. you whined under his tongue, the feeling of slow circular motions was driving you crazy. you were about ready to suffocate his face with your pussy - underneath the already claustrophobic blankets.

  kuroo suddenly sped up his pace again, planning on bringing you close to another high. and maybe if he was feeling nice, he’d let you come this time. he added two fingers to pulse into your sopping wet cunt as he licked away at your clit and your folds - lewd noises escaping through the small holes between the blanket and the bed. he continued pumping you ‘til he felt your walls begin to clench again, squeezing his two fingers tightly together. he immediately pulled them out.

  you gasped at the loss of contact, this time you were really ready to rip the blanket off this man and yell straight in his face. but to your surprise, kuroo submerged himself from under the blanket to meet you face to face.

  “having fun, chibi-chan?” he smirked down at your pouting face.

  “i was.” you accentuated your words with a roll of your eyes.

  kuroo chucked, then grabbed your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them.

  “hey, who said you could give me an attitude, huh? you should be thankful that i’m pleasuring you at this hour.” his voice was deep and laced with lust. you know his actions would soon contradict his words, so you played along.

  “want some kind of award? oh, i’m so glad my husband edged me at 3am! when i could’ve came and went to sleep already! thank you truly-“

  kuroo’s eyes went dark; knowing this game all too well. his hands went from your cheeks to around your throat in a mere second.

  “watch your fucking mouth, brat, or you won’t be coming at all tonight.”

  you smirked up at him, knowing you got him where you wanted. kuroo pulled down his boxers from his position between your legs and began pumping his half-erect member. you simply sat back and watched him. after a moment, he lined himself up with your core, slightly adjusting his position to get closer to you.

“someone’s taking their sweet time.” you had to bite back a laugh at your own statement.

  “patience is virtue, chibi-chan. or did you forget that i could simply stop here and go back to sleep?” kuroo tested you.

  “whatever you say, sir.” you looked deep into his eyes, not an ounce of satire in your voice.

  kuroo licked his lips devishly, any hint of tiredness he had felt before was long gone now. he pushed his cock deep into your core, bottoming out all at once. your back arched instantly at the feeling of his cock already pressing against your cervix.

  “think you can take me, little one?” kuroo smirked down at your face, which was contoured in pleasure and slight discomfort from taking his cock all at once.

  “know i can. start moving grandpa, i’m not getting any younger here.” you teased his slow pace.

  he raised an eyebrow at you, “you asked for it.” and began shoving himself in and out of you at the speed of fucking light.

  you threw your head back in ecstasy, the feeling of his “larger-than-most” cock would never get old to you - no matter how long you two have been together. he almost always stretched you out to unimaginable points.

  “test-testu.” you whined out, tongue beginning to loll out of your mouth.

  “that’s mr. kuroo to you, little one.” the muscles of his biceps were starting to tense up as he continued fucking you senseless.

  you could barely whine out a response, his cock was already so close to pushing you past your breaking point. he made matters worse by bringing a hand down to play with your clit, only to retract that hand and slap your pussy with it, tauntingly. he knew exactly what kind of response he’d get from that, as you wail out from under him.

  “i’m so close...” you almost regretted saying that in fear that he’d just pull out and go to sleep. but you knew better that he already sensed you were close without you having to say anything.

  he smirked from his position on top of you, black hair falling in a mess over his face as he tilted his head down to look at you better.

  “so am i.” he groaned into your ear as he inched his body closer to yours, your erect nipples practically brushing against his bare chest through your thin shirt.

  your core tightened as your climaxed reached itself. you dug your nails into the bare skin on kuroo’s back for support, he barely even hissed in pain at the sensation. your hips bucked as your orgasm took over your whole body, legs shaking from the aftermath of the intense high. your husband fucked you through your orgasm relentlessly, seeking to find his own orgasm. he came shortly after you, deeply groaning into your ear - the noise had goosebumps rising all over your body.

  “always so fucking good, chibi-chan.” his eyes were half-lidded, as were yours.

  your chest heaved as you began to calm down from your high. kuroo pulled himself out of you and quickly retreated to the bathroom to get some towels to clean you guys up.

  but when he got back you were already half asleep, cuddled into his pillow, inhaling his fresh, yet musky scent. he smiled down at you, a towel still in hand.

  you mumbled to him, sleep nearly taking over you, “thank you, baby~”

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Heart of the Weave - A Baldurs Gate fanfiction - part 3

{find my entire fanfic 👇🏻 at the bottom}

Chapter 9

It’ll have to be an entirely new adventure, unfortunately…only this time, you stay and I go,” I explain to him simply, with dreariness in my voice. Usually I’m calm when we’re sitting here in the library, but I can only feel disturbed. Gale places both of his hands on my tense shoulders, holding a serious gaze within my eyes.

“My love, no. We have to find another way. I know you are immortal, but even you with our companions facing whatever monstrosity is awaiting for us just screams danger. You know what happened with Dame Aylin. For over a century, she was locked up and Ketheric himself became immortal.”

“Gale, honey, what other choice do we have?” He hesitates as he contemplates, though his sigh tells me we really don’t have many options.

“Fine. We bring the baby, all of us go, but we all have to be completely invisible and blow up the towers. We can’t give any sort of indication that we are there, and one of us must keep Jenevelle far from the explosives, even though we’ll be throwing them. Still, rather safe than sorry, even if she is immortal. We have to execute the plan very carefully. This isn’t exactly our ‘best parent’ moments and trust me, I’d avoid this at all costs if we had a choice.” He’s right. We care about our baby more than anything in the world, but with the eyes watching us constantly, she is bound to be abducted if we leave her anywhere else. This will be a swift plan in action, and we will dash out of the area once it’s over.

“I hate that it comes down to this, but you’re right,” I murmur as I close my eyes, feeling tense from the fear I have and the nervousness crawling through my bones.

“We leave tomorrow. We need to get a hold of our friends and let them know of the urgency.”

Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT. I didn’t expect to go on yet another adventure but surely this will be the end. I’m sure our friends are sick of it too, though I am more than thankful to have them in our lives and going through every predicament with us that we’ve been in. I wish I could pray to my goddess, but I no longer have her guidance after turning immortal. Hell, I’m no longer considered a cleric in that case… What am I? Should I take up becoming a bard? Maybe Halsin can help me find nature’s path and I could become a druid? Hm. I guess I’ll have to make up my mind when we talk to Withers.

With Ketheric’s obnoxious ass lurking the streets again, I wonder if this means the shadow curse is back? Surely not. Last time I checked, it was partially Shar that had to do with it, and he worships Myrkul. While I despise the horrors of the shadow curse and the evil deities above us, if he still worshiped Shar, I’m almost positive she wouldn’t have given him another chance to live.

An aching sense of dread takes over my body as I prepare for what’s next. I just have to remember the plan: we all become invisible and blow Moonrise Towers to smithereens. It kills me inside. We have to bring our baby though, but it shouldn’t take us too long and will prevent any additional horrors in the future…at least that’s what I hope for. I wish we had a fucking choice, and I’m not willing to find out the consequences if we didn’t bring her should we get caught.

“I guess the good news is that what used to be the shadowlands is a much shorter distance than Baldur’s Gate,” I chime in, trying to stay positive through all of this.

“I’m glad that’s the case, but good grief I hope this is the final time we have to deal with the damned Chosen. We won’t have to deal with Orin, so that makes this entire ordeal a little easier on us.” He pulls me into his arms as we stand here silently, rocking back and forth underneath the skylight of the tower. The moonlight shines upon our skin, and as he pulls away to look deep within my eyes, I can see the reflection within them. In the chaos of our lives, he’s been there with me through all of it, and I couldn’t ask for a better partner.

“I love you, Gale. I never expected our lives to end up here, but once this is all over, I’m sure we won’t have anything else to conquer. I appreciate you being here with me through the thickness of it all.” He takes my hands within his, rubbing my knuckles gently with his thumbs.

“And I love you for eternity, and my love for you shall never perish.”

Once again, we summon Withers and I’m almost confident the Bone Man is sick of our neverending shenanigans. Hey, to be fair, they aren’t technically our fault.

“Ugh, I’m sorry Withers. Just us asking for yet another favor…again,” I say ashamedly. We kindly explain to him the urgency of our dire situation and the need for our companions to assist us in this nightmare-fueled matter.

“Thyself was already aware of the upcoming danger and already in the process of alerting your fellow companions. Thou timing was spot on, though patience is a virtue.” Withers and his damn sass.

“Well, thank you for being on top of it.”

“Just be aware of lurking eyes in every corner. The trees, windows, even the slight movement of a shadow. This plan of yours could quickly combust if not executed with caution.” Withers is right. If our plan was even somehow overheard, we’re screwed in every direction. I inhale, feeling more nervous than before. No matter what it takes, I will make sure Gortash and Ketheric are obliterated for good, and my daughter will be safe. I will step on their corpses, I will make their gods regret bringing them back from their cold graves.

Since I can’t exactly use my cleric skills since abandoning my goddess, I spoke with Withers about changing what I am – and I am officially a druid now. I need some sort of powers in case we get confronted, and our baby ends up in the claws of my awful father somehow. Yes, being immortal has its perks, but I am not quite sure what I’m capable of. Change can be a blessing, and while I am no longer in touch with Sȇlune, being bound to nature feels rather pleasant and refreshing to say the least.