#it’s simply the fact that they keep their head down and make a b line

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so I was not prepared for people returning their dead fish and having the “died” option on the til for returns at petsmart lol

[crystallinestars]

NSFW Alphabet - Jiaoqiu

The 2.5 story quest destroyed me, so I wrote this to cope. This is probably the most detailed and longest alphabet I have written so far. Jiaoqiu ended up being kinkier than intended, but I hope you guys enjoy. These HCs take place some time before 2.5.

Jiaoqiu x fem!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As a doctor, Jiaoqiu is good at spotting any signs of discomfort in your body and knowing what to do to help you feel better. He usually runs a warm bath with herbs for both of you to soak in to alleviate any soreness or fatigue and clean yourselves up. If a bath is not an option, he’ll wipe you down with a damp cloth at the very least.

Jiaoqiu carefully massages any parts of your body that have been restrained or forced into one position for too long to stimulate blood flow. He's gentle with you, carefully caressing your face and kissing any mark he left on your skin as if saying sorry for being too rough on you. He also makes you drink water to keep yourself hydrated.

He’s very caring toward you but can underestimate or ignore his aches and pains, so he appreciates it when you return the favor and take care of him, too.

If he’s not too tired, Jiaoqiu also whips up a simple but delicious meal for you to enjoy and regain your stamina if either of you has business to attend to afterward.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jiaoqiu likes to joke that he’s perfect all over—from his looks, down to his abilities— but if he were to be serious, the foxian would choose his hands as his favorite body part. Despite the war making him doubt his worth as a healer, the fact remains that his hands saved the lives of many soldiers. Moreover, his hands allow him to cook delicious and nutritious dishes for others to enjoy and seeing their happiness at eating his food brings Jiaoqiu a sense of satisfaction. Being able to touch and caress your body is also a huge plus, so how could he not favor his hands?

On you, he adores your face. More specifically, your facial expressions. Don’t get him wrong, he finds you very pretty from head to toe, but Jiaoqiu simply loves the various expressions you make. Whether it’s the way your face lights up in delight when eating his cooking, or how your brows scrunch and lips purse into a thin line while glaring at him for teasing you, or the way you wince in pain when sampling his super spicy dishes, or the soft way you look at him when saying you love him—Jiaoqiu adores them all. Even if you’re not very expressive, Jiaoqiu will try his best to get a reaction out of you because he likes seeing the different sides of you. Plus, the expressions you make when orgasming or when he pleasures you also fill him with pride. He likes knowing he makes you feel good, and that these cute faces of yours are reserved for his viewing pleasure only.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jiaoqiu’s semen is an off-white color and has a jelly-like consistency. His cum tastes a bit salty.

Jiaoqiu enjoys filling you with his cum or painting your skin with it (especially your lower belly or back), though he does have a slight preference for ejaculating inside you, be it your pussy or mouth. He also enjoys pouring his cum onto bits of good and feeding them to you (more on that in the kinks section).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jiaoqiu won’t tell you outright, but he has a keen nose and can smell where you are in your menstrual cycle. Your needy scent during your most fertile period increases his horniness, so he tends to get more handsy with you during that time.

He can also smell when you are about to get your period, and preps for it by cooking dishes infused with herbs meant to alleviate cramping and pain.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before joining the war as a medic, Jiaoqiu did have one partner he was intimate with, though the relationship did not last long. As such, he has a bit of experience. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough for Jiaoqiu to know what to do.

Even so, he pays careful attention to your guidance and reactions when having sex. He may have experience, but he knows each person has different preferences, and he wants to learn all the ways you like being touched so he can cater to your needs.

As a doctor, he’s very knowledgeable about the body, so he knows which areas can bring great pleasure when stimulated just right. There’s a good chance he will find an erogenous zone on your body that you didn’t even know you had.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Jiaoqiu really likes positions where you’re on top. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, lotus, etc… are all ones he likes because he can sit back and let you do most of the strenuous work. He keeps his hands securely on your hips and helps guide you up and down his cock, admiring the view of your body bouncing on his lap.

Additionally, he is fond of spooning. Laying on your sides with his elbow under one of your knees, hiking your leg up in the air while he leisurely thrusts into you is both comfy and hot for him. It also allows him easy access to kiss and mark your neck or shoulders, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Jiaoqiu also enjoys upright doggystyle and pronebone. Regular doggystyle is fine, but he likes to press your back flush against his chest, wrap his arms around your waist, and rest his chin on your shoulder so he can watch how your jaw goes slack and eyes glaze over while he fucks you nice and deep. After all, he loves to watch your expressions of pleasure.

The foxian is a bit possessive, particularly when he’s feeling jealous or horny from smelling you during your fertile window. Pronebone is a great position for him because it makes him feel like you’re his and his alone. Trapping you under his weight, fucking you deeply while marking your neck, shoulders, and back in bite marks gives him a primal sense of satisfaction.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Jiaoqiu can be a little goofy or serious depending on your needs, but he’s typically a nice blend of both. He tries to keep the mood lighthearted with an occasional harmless taunt or tease to get a reaction out of you, but he doesn’t overdo it. He approaches sex responsibly, and does his best to relax you and take your feelings seriously. It’s important to him that you enjoy the experience, after all. If a little joke or a whispered reassurance helps you feel more at ease, then he’ll do whatever is necessary to make you comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has a bush of curly pink hair down there that he keeps neatly trimmed, but it lacks the ombré of the rest of his hair. It’s one solid, dark pink hue.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Jiaoqiu isn’t one to wax poetic during sex, but he does bring his version of romance into it. You can feel his love for you mainly through his actions. His touches are always gentle, never rough or bruising. His lips leave kisses all over your skin, covering your face, neck, shoulders, and back in a branding of love.

Jiaoqiu always holds you close to him, desiring the feeling of your bodies pressed flush together as you make love. Whether you’re on top or he is, his hands gravitate toward your body and trace the contours of your figure, admiring how he can call someone as beautiful as you his lover. He didn’t think he would fall in love again after the war left him so numb and afraid of attachment, but you and Feixiao helped to heal his wounded heart, for which he is forever grateful. He holds you in high regard for you made him feel alive with your mere presence and touched his heart deeply where he thought nothing but ashes remained.

Jiaoqiu likes to cup your face when you have sex and trace his thumb along your cheek in a tender gesture. Even if you look like a drooling mess from what he’s doing to you, he gently cradles your face and murmurs how cute you look before leaning in for a sweet kiss. The healer is always loving toward you, even while engaging in kinkier play.

On the occasions where you two have romantic sex, Jiaoqiu lets his guard down and exposes his vulnerable side. He seeks comfort in your closeness, treating your body with gentleness and reverence, and feels overwhelmed in a good way when you treat him just as tenderly in return. Times like these result in slow lovemaking and whispered “I love you”s where he holds your hand and touches his forehead to yours, your gazes meeting. During such moments, Jiaoqiu is more vocal about his feelings, murmuring quiet compliments and praises about how happy he is to be with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jiaoqiu has a healthy sexual appetite, and masturbates about three times a week, mainly as a way to relieve stress. That number went down once he entered a relationship with you since he finds sex more fun than jacking off by his lonesome.

When he wants to masturbate, Jiaoqiu chooses moments when he’s completely alone, though he still muffles his voice just in case. He likes to start slow, leisurely pumping his cock to stoke the flames of desire in his abdomen, before speeding up and gripping his dick tighter. He sometimes uses toys to help him reach release faster, like vibrators or warming lube for the added sensation.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Jiaoqiu is a switch. He’s comfortable being dominant and taking the lead in the bedroom, enjoying having you at his mercy. Likewise, he can be submissive and find relief in relinquishing control and being taken care of, but can be a bit bratty as a sub due to his sharp tongue.

As a foodie, it’s no surprise that he enjoys food play. Garnishing your body in tasty morsels and drizzling sauces (not spicy) over your skin makes you look like a delicious treat. Like a hungry cat, he licks his lips before diving in to consume the food off your body, licking up every crumb. He loves your body, and he loves good food, so having both at the same time is like heaven.

Aside from decorating your body with food, he also enjoys the idea of covering food in your or his cum. He likes gathering up some of your slick onto a bite of food, like a strawberry, before consuming it. Similarly, he likes smearing some of his ejaculate onto food and feeding it to you with his cum acting as garnish.

Along with food play, Jiaoqiu is into temperature and sensation play. He likes blindfolding you and watching your reactions to him running feathers, ice cubes, warm towels, his tail, and many other textured items along your skin and erogenous zones. He’s also a fan of receiving this treatment since his other senses become heightened with the loss of his sight, and the stimulation feels novel and exciting. If you stimulate his erogenous zones using this method, he’ll become aroused quite quickly.

Additionally, Jiaoqiu enjoys mirror sex. As much as he loves reverse cowgirl and doggystyle, these positions obscure your pretty face from him, and it’s a pity because he loves your facial expressions. The perfect solution to his dilemma is to have sex in front of a full-length mirror. It allows Jiaoqiu to see how your face slackens with pleasure, how you bite your lip to muffle a moan, or how your eyes roll back when he hits a good spot. He doesn’t want you to miss out on how ravishing you look, so he cups your chin and gently guides your head to make you look in the mirror and see the debauched state you’re in, murmuring for you to watch how well you take his cock.

Another one of his kinks is hair-pulling. He enjoys it when you lightly tug on his hair, whether when he’s got his face buried between your legs or during sex. He sometimes lets out a soft growl when you do that.

Jiaoqiu enjoys a bit of pain. He mainly prefers things like biting, hair pulling, or electric shocks to get that high, but can handle whipping and spanking if you’re gentle with him. Despite his attraction to pain, he doesn’t enjoy rough treatment. He can also enjoy light choking (receiving) provided you can do it safely and build up trust with him.

To add to the long list, Jiaoqiu also likes light bondage with scarves or handcuff (giving and receiving), and if you’re willing, he’s interested in trying shibari on you. Some of his other kinks are biting and marking, edging, blindfolds, and dirty talk.

However, not every session with Jiaoqiu is this kinky. He does enjoy vanilla sex where you can both just relish in the intimacy and romance of the connection, sharing sweet kisses and tender touches.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Jiaoqiu prefers having sex at home where things can be kept private and he has access to all kinds of equipment to spice up your sessions. He wouldn’t risk doing it in other places and potentially getting caught since he has an image to maintain as Feixiao’s retainer.

At home though, almost every room is fair game except the kitchen. Jiaoqiu considers the kitchen his workspace and doesn’t like the idea of having sex where he works to make medicine. Otherwise, places like the couch, office desk, and bathtub are all potential lovemaking spots, though he does prefer the bed since it makes it easy to cuddle and fall asleep afterward.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Usually, when you stroke Jiaoqiu’s ears, he feels a sense of peaceful relaxation, but if you rub the sensitive spot at the base of his ear or run your fingers along the rim of his ears just right, the pleasurable tingles can become arousing for him.

He also gets turned on by your obvious desire for him. Give him a few sensual caresses, whisper a tasteful innuendo in his ear, a lustful look, and his interest is piqued. He finds excitement in a sexually charged game of cat and mouse, regardless of which one of you is chasing or being chased.

Jiaoqiu can smell when you're ovulating. The scent is weak, but his sharp nose can pick up on when you're feeling horny, and it influences his libido. As mentioned previously, he can get more handsy with you during that time.

Another thing that arouses Jiaoqiu are your reactions to his teasing. If his teasing manages to fluster or arouse you, he’ll keep pushing your buttons to make you even more flustered. Something about your flushed cheeks, shallow breaths, and wavering voice makes him want to tease you more and get a greater reaction out of you. You look so cute when flustered, positively adorable, even. Just how much cuter would you look and sound if he touched your chest? Kissed your neck? Made you moan? Why don’t you show him, darling~?

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely no sharing. Jiaoqiu gets jealous easily, so threesomes get a hard no from him. He is also prideful, and dislikes being humiliated or degraded. It’s an instant turn-off for him.

Although he's okay with being hurt, he won’t do things that might harm you, such as asphyxiation, impact play, or knife play. He’s a healer—he could never bring himself to hurt you that way, even if you begged him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jiaoqiu loves eating not only hotpot but also pussy. He could spend hours between your legs, burying his tongue into your cunt and lapping at your slick. He wants to see you fall apart under his mouth, so he snakes one arm around your hips and pins them down, taking your clit between his lips. He softly sucks on it while deftly flicking his tongue over the bud, ears twitching when he hears you moan.

To truly bring you over the edge, Jiaoqiu slips two fingers into your dripping cunt and curls them to find that roughly textured spot he knows will make you keen for him. The dual assault of his mouth and fingers never fails to make you see stars as you orgasm, and Jiaoqiu opens his eyes to soak in the sight of you unraveling under his touch. It turns him on to see you feel this good because of him, and he can’t get enough of the experience, so he ends up eating you out for a while longer, making you come undone over and over until you’re tugging at his hair to spare you from the overstimulation.

He’s always breathless by the end, face glistening and dripping with your juices, but the look of desire in his golden eyes promises he’s not through with you. Not when you’ve got him so hard and aroused from watching you fall apart on his tongue.

If you want to return the favor, the foxian healer will be more than happy to watch you go down on him. When you blow him, Jiaoqiu tends to be more vocal, unable to fully hold back his soft sighs and strained moans. If you rub the base of his tail while sucking him off, he’ll buck into your mouth with a soft hiss of your name.

Jiaoqiu has a tendency to keep at least one hand on your head while you work your mouth along his cock, guiding your pace or gripping your hair when he feels his orgasm approaching. The closer he is to orgasm, the more he will squirm, running his hands through your hair, gently urging you to take him deeper or bucking his hips into your mouth. Jiaoqiu's usually sly smile gets replaced by a flushed, slack-jawed expression of pure pleasure, tail lashing in excitement behind him. However, he still tries to maintain his composure and murmurs gentle encouragements and praises so you'll keep going, before his words get cut off by a choked moan as he spills down your throat. He also goes weak in the knees when you suck his testicles.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Jiaoqiu likes to take his time with foreplay, prolonging it for as long as possible, but for the actual act, he enjoys a more moderate pace. On a rare occasion, he might play around with the speed of his thrusts, going from moderate, to slow, to fast just to tease you, but overall, he likes to maintain a moderate and steady space. Not too slow to the point it feels teasing, yet not too fast so you won't wear yourselves out too quickly.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As mentioned above, Jiaoqiu likes to take his time with foreplay and draw out the session, but he can be convinced to go for a quickie if you show your strong desire for him. Though if either of you are horny enough to want a quick fuck, Jiaoqiu would prefer to settle it with oral sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Jiaoqiu is willing to take risks in the bedroom to an extent. He’s eager to try new things to see if there’s something either or both of you can discover you like, but he isn’t willing to have sex in public places or get rough with you. He would much rather be the one treated roughly than hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This foxian healer doesn’t exercise much, so his stamina isn’t high. He lasts an average amount in bed and goes for only one round, but his foreplay is usually drawn out for quite a while, making the session lengthy. Sex is more than just the act of copulation, he says. Foreplay is just as important, if not more so.

If he’s under the effect of an aphrodisiac, then Jiaoqiu lasts another 1-2 rounds, but he becomes dead tired afterward and is likely to pass out quickly once it's over.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Jiaoqiu owns a few toys for himself, mainly a bullet vibrator. The vibrating sensations against his cock and other erogenous zones provide a powerful stimulation that gets him going.

For you, he has a whole box of toys he want to try. Blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, electric wands, etc… He’s eager to test them out on you to see how you’ll react. Will introduce toys he thinks you might like into your sessions, though you don’t have to accept them if you don’t want them.

He’s not opposed to you using toys on him, particularly the electric wand, wax candles, and handcuffs. He might put up a fuss, but he does enjoy it when you play with and stimulate his body. Just make sure to properly care for him afterwards.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jiaoqiu loves teasing others, and you are no exception. He enjoys messing with you in your daily life to see your reactions, but he loves teasing you during sex even more. He teases you by tying you up and stimulating your sensitive spots with sex toys or feathers, giving you just enough pleasure to feel good but not enough to make you orgasm, until you’re writhing and begging for more stimulation. While fucking you, Jiaoqiu can also switch up the pace of his thrusts from moderate to slow or completely still just so he can hear your frustrated whines and watch you desperately push your hips back against his, before suddenly pounding into you at a quick pace.

Jiaoqiu is even better at verbal teasing, particularly while edging or fucking you silly. He might say “Oh my, there’s drool running down your chin. Does it feel that good?” Or “You’re dripping wet, dear. Can you feel how easily my fingers slide inside your pretty pussy? Aeons, you’re squeezing them so tightly, do you want me inside you that badly?” and the like.

If you decide to tease him back, it’s best that you’re nice about it. Jiaoqiu might kick up a fuss at first since he’s more used to teasing than being teased, but he can enjoy having you tie him up and run your hands along his body or stimulate him with sex toys. However, he doesn't take kindly to being edged for a long time because he gets impatient and frustrated easily for being denied. The next day, he'll cook a super spicy dish full of foods you dislike and makes you eat it as revenge, or he'll edge you to oblivion the next time you have sex.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jiaoqiu has two modes depending on who is in control. If he’s dominating, he’ll have better control of his voice and will let out grunts and soft moans. He also talks a lot, making teasing comments or talking dirty to rile you up.

If you’re dominating, he’ll be whinier. He lets out choked gasps, quiet hisses, and louder moans. Will also try to shake your control by responding with witty retorts to your teasing, but if you successfully maintain your authority, he’ll reluctantly submit and whine.

In either scenario, when he gets close to orgasm, his voice turns breathless and obtains a raspy quality, and he tends to call out your name.

Jiaoqiu is a huge fan of hearing your voice. Even if you're the quiet type, he does his best to make you moan louder because he loves hearing you feel good. If you moan his name, it riles him up so much that he has to resist the urge to cum on the spot. He really loves hearing you call his name in that wanton voice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jiaoqiu knows how to make aphrodisiacs. If anyone’s watched The Apothecary Diaries where Maomao made aphrodisiacs, it’s similar to that. Jiaoqiu makes chocolate or chocolate-covered fruit (or another kind of dessert if you’re not a chocolate fan) with aphrodisiac properties. He likes the idea of using aphrodisiacs to occasionally spice up your sex life, but he only gives them to you with your explicit awareness and consent. He would never sneakily give it to you.

Jiaoqiu can adjust the dosage and potency to make the aphrodisiac quick or slow acting, stronger or weaker, etc… depending on the kind of sex you’re looking to have. It’s so much fun to watch how your gaze clouds over and your behavior changes once the aphrodisiac kicks in. He loves seeing you needy for him, it’s a massive turn-on. Whether you pin him down and have your way with him or become a needy, pliant mess for him to do with as he pleases—either outcome is fun. He just loves feeling desired by you and making you crave his touch. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a slender cock with a slight upward curve and a couple of prominent veins along the underside. 11.5 cm (4.5 inches) in length and 10 cm (3.9 inches) in girth.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jiaoqiu has a healthy sexual appetite and craves sex a few times a week. However, due to his busy life as Feixiao’s retainer and personal healer, he’s sometimes too drained to engage in lovemaking as often as he’d like. Still, he tries to squeeze in some intimate time with you 1-2 times a week. Even if they're not frequent, the sessions last a long time due to his love for foreplay, so it is usually enough to satisfy his needs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he has nothing to attend to afterward, Jiaoqiu will help you clean up and then cuddle under the sheets. Even when he feels the pull of sleep, he resists it so he can enjoy the afterglow with you. During moments like these, he likes to chat about anything and everything, like how your day went, which dishes he plans to cook for you tomorrow, what hotpot place you should visit during a future date, the silly shenanigans he got up to with Feixiao and Moze that day, etc… it’s just a sweet time to catch up before you both succumb to sleep.

When settling in to sleep, Jiaoqiu likes to spoon. He’s fine with being the big or little spoon, though has a slight preference for big spoon because he likes burying his nose in your hair and smelling your scent. It’s comforting to him. If he senses you're about to fall asleep, he kisses your forehead and wishes you goodnight before hugging you closer and covering you with his tail.

He also lets you gently pet his ears or tail, finding the caresses soothing after a strenuous round of sex. If you’re gentle enough, your touch can relax and lull Jiaoqiu to sleep. Though it might be hard to tell he’s asleep at first glance due to the natural state of his closed eyes, his lack of verbal responses and slow, even breathing will give him away.

[gardnhee]

simply divine - C.BG

౨ৎ warning(s). smuttyyyy, needy/whiny gyu, kind of filthy, gyu is bratty, switch!gyu/yn, yn is older by 2 yrs, impact play, they’re both rough, use of “whore”, somnophilia if you squint - lmk if I missed anything :3 !

౨ৎ nonidol!gyu x afab!reader

౨ৎ wc. 1.2k

౨ৎ note. i was having a lil nice conversation with @beomiracles about gyu’s adam’s apple, then I came to the conclusion that I am, in fact, obsessed with it. so here’s a drabble to make up for the lack of fics ! > 0 <

Insatiable is the best way to describe it. This need, this hunger. It consumed you. Especially now that you’re straddling your boyfriend’s lap, lips swollen and irritated, wanting more.

The rain is relentlessly drumming on your window, dimmed lights casted upon Beomgyu’s jaw-dropping features. His eyes are lidded, glossed over with lust and urgency. Disheveled hair, goosebump ridden skin, delectable lips that you can’t seem to get enough of.

You caress his cheek, finger tracing over his flawless skin, eventually traveling to his neck. You grin, gently pushing him onto the mattress. “Be gentle…” Beomgyu mutters, slim hand wrapping around your wrist as he props himself up on his elbow.

“Oh, shut up. You weren’t complaining when I had your lip between my teeth.” You retort matter-of-factly, guiding him down until his spine kisses the soft surface.

“You’re right, now I want another kiss.” He pouts.

“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it.”

He rolls his eyes, gripping your waist so he can slowly move you over his crotch, “please,” his voice is breathy, groaning at the friction, “please kiss me.” You swallow, granting his wish without another word.

He makes it so hard for you to be mean.

However, you can’t give in so easily. Not when his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, begging to be touched, to be sucked on. His mouth is hot against yours, ravenous, sloppy. Like you’re his oxygen, his one and only need. Beomgyu’s grip tightens like a vice, refusing to let go.

You bite his lower lip as his hands roam under your shirt, carving crescent moons into the supple skin. You flick his left nipple, hot and perky, pulling away from his mouth to peck the hard nub. You moan against him, nipping at it, and eliciting a mewl from the younger male.

“Fuck…hah…ah…” gyu’s thighs tense as he whines, squirming, “‘m g’na cum…” His fingers find their way into your hair, “stop,” tugging at the strands to bring you face to face with him.

“Don’t fucking pull my hair again, you whore.” You smack his hand away, nails digging into his cheek as he seethes. “You’re such a brat, beomgyu…” you murmur, tilting his head back till his back is arched just enough, exposing his soft neck and that delicious bump you love so much.

“Stay like that, don’t move.”

“What if I do?”

You strike him across the chest, making him jolt with a wail, “don’t even think about it. Be obedient.” Beomgyu tsks, narrowly cocking his head to peek at you. “Head back. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“I really regret giving you the reigns today.” His comment lacks any real meaning, he loves you, and he adores when you take the lead. He’s not fooling anyone, especially you.

“Yeah, right.” You lean in, kissing his Adam’s apple. He sighs, smile lining his lips. You proceed to suck on the bump, drawing circles on his nipples with your thumbs.

A wanton moan slips past his reddened lips, “ah…oh, god.” He shivers as your nimble fingers brush over his abused skin, littered with love bites. “You look so,” you lick his Adam’s apple, “fucking heavenly.”

“Thank you - fu…uuck - princess.” Beomgyu’s head lolls, tears clumping to his wet lashes, “please…keep sucking-!” His words are clipped, muscles tensing under your touch.

“Look at you…” you coo, getting ahold of his matted hair, which is sticking to his sweaty forehead. There’s a sheer layer of shine blanketing his body, abs twitching below you. You can’t help but taunt him. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

“B-barely?!” Your boyfriend echoes, rather baffled, disbelief flashing through his teary eyes.

“You heard me.”

“Stop being an asshole, yn, and just fuck me.” He presses the heels of his palms over his eyes in frustration.

You shrug, moving to his neck, and ignoring his aching cock, twitching under your unmoving body. “God - ngh - damnit.” Beomgyu grips your shirt, tugging at it.

“I’ll give you what you want when I see fit.” You scowl, words muffled, seeping into his neck. You swirl your tongue around his Adam’s apple, humming in glee because you’re just so in love. Because you just can’t believe he’s yours.

The pads of your fingers trail over his collarbones as you lick a thick stripe along the way. “I really love you, Beomgyu.” You whisper, so faint it would fly over anyone’s head had they not been listening.

Beomgyu isn’t just anyone, though.

“What’s this about? So suddenly?” He chuckles, soothingly running his tender fingers through your damp hair. “I said, I really love you, Beomgyu.” You repeat, much louder this time.

“Come here.” Gyu grabs your arm, dragging you along till you’re lying above him. “I love you more, yn. So, so much.” He airily kisses you, not like before — it’s not loud, urgent, but meek and quiet.

“Oh, fuck this.” You unzip his pants with urgency, shimmying them down in a feeble manner. You want him. You want him so, so bad. And you simply can’t hold back anymore.

In the blink of an eye, you’re hovering over his anticipating dick, mushroom tip leaking pre. You sink, ripping a wince from his chest. “F-fuck!” Beomgyu stutters, clawing at the already soiled sheets.

“God it— f-ha! — it’s s-so good!” Tears spill over his stained cheeks. “Y..yeah..” you agree, grinding painfully slow. He trembles, gawking at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. Your palms are flat on his heaving chest, marveling at the sweat trickling down the curvature of his pecs. “Im so close…” you grit, subtly quickening your pace. Beomgyu nods frantically, “y-yes please!” Mind somewhere else as drool dribbles off his chin, eyes rolled back.

“baby you’re - mff - doing so well…” You clench at his words, convulsing as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. You quiver, toes curling with shaky breaths. It’s so blissful, like a wave of euphoria cursing through your veins, making your toes curl in white-hot pleasure.

The top of his thighs are now flush against your ass, “I’m close, pretty…” he kisses your temple as your face is nuzzled in his neck. He thrusts, each stroke touching your soul in a way that makes you see stars. Electricity finds purchase at the tips of your fingers, prodding under your skin till it rips at the very seams of who you are.

Beomgyu always felt otherworldly, everything about him is just new and refreshing. He finds a way to accommodate to your every need, and vice versa. “Oh, f-uu…!“ he stills, words dying in his throat, mouth ‘o’ shaped in a quiet moan. His thighs quake, pressing you even tighter against him.

Once his climax is nothing but a faint throb in his groin, he peeks at you, laughing quietly. “No way you fell asleep…” he mutters, eyes fighting sleep themselves. “Guess I am, too.” He feels the low rumble of your chest, rising and falling, breath fanning his collarbones. Beomgyu pulls out with a bite of his lip, brows furrowing at the sensation. Soon enough, he’s fast asleep with you in his arms.

His safe space, his home, so utterly and simply divine.

౨ৎ … I hate this !!! went on vacation so I couldn’t finish it, decided to come back to it and rush 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️.

౨ৎ … @theresawtf @jjklvr9 @binniebakery @beomies-world @hyukaaa @ninoshome1 @babymochibeargyu @lunathewritingcat @duckywuckypookiepie @naoristerling @oddracha @soohashits @junimoa03 @sendhelpiloveyeonjun @beomtasticc @itaehynz

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[jeongin-lvr]

ᵎ　🍶　⊹ show you off, b. chan & l. minho

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝖻𝖿！𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇 ＆ 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽！𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗈，𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌，𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀（𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀），𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗈，𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗑𝗆，𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇，𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝖼𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆？𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌．．．edited.

[ 𝟤．𝟢𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ❤︎︎ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ❤︎︎ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 had asked you if you wanted to try something new months ago. So long ago you had forgotten at this point. He never elaborated nor did he ever bring it up again. So, you assumed he was content. You thought, something new? What does he have in mind?However, the topic never came up again. Sex never seemed to be an issue between the two of you; there was never any complaints, never any bickering over what to do and what not to do. It always came naturally and always felt like it was meant to happen.

Fast forward to now, Chan brought Minho over. A close friend of his, whom you yourself were becoming close with. In fact, you considered him to be a very close friend of yours. Out of all of Chan’s friends, you liked Minho the best. He was easy to get along with. At first you were intimidated by his round brown eyes, always staring and always a little bit unnerving. His face was usually stoic when he wasn’t talking, just flat and unreadable. But knowing him as you did now, you don’t know what you were ever so nervous about…

So there the three of you sat, heads facing the TV, your body beside Chan’s hand on his chest and leaning into his side delicately. Minho sat on the opposite sofa, also keeping his eyes on the TV.

You remember opening the door for him, letting the male walk in and set his belongings down. Chan invited him over to hang out, you offered to leave and let them dow whatever it is men do when Chan took a firm hold of your hand and dragged you to the couch with him.

You remember looking at Minho for a split second and you could’ve sworn there was a slight grin on his features. What was he finding so amusing? You didn’t ask, just bit your lip and did as Chan wanted, sitting by his side as he picked a random movie.

The movie was uninteresting at best, nothing of particular catching your eye. You were far too interested in the way Minho’s leg bounced up and down, almost unnervingly fast. Then you noticed how Chan’s nimble fingertips glided over the soft skin of your thigh, just gently, subtle but with intent.

“Comfortable, honey?” Chan asked a little too innocently. His plush lips pulled into a cute smile that you knew all too well to be fake. But you nodded as his hand raked up and down your leg, what started as soft touches were now pulling and pinching, making you cover your mouth.

“I’m fine, Channie,” You avoided his eyes, though, which made Chan giggle. The sight of you so nervous just by his own hand made him feel giddy.

Chan made sure to tug at your thighs harder, just enough to hear your breath catch in your throat, “You sure? You seem a little nervous…”

You shake your head curtly, pressing your lips together as you tried desperately to focus on the TV. The cast, the lines, the backgrounds, anything but the burning sensation that his touch left on your skin.

Suddenly Chan is kissing your neck— leaning into your skin a bit too deep. Hes groaning into your ear and pulling at the straps of your top and you’re insanely confused; eyes turning to Minho who is sitting upon the opposite couch, adjacent to yours and sitting a few feet away, simply watching with those wide, glossy eyes.

You hadn’t felt unnerved by Minho’s stare in a long while; yet here you were, gushing and shaking just by those eyes. Oh, the effect he had on you was plain and clear.

Minho doesn’t have any expressions on his face, simply a blank stare (perhaps a slight smirk, but maybe its all in your head). Chan is now sucking hickeys into your neck, lips mumbling something against your skin with the intensity of burning coals.

“Gonna give it to us baby?“ us??

You’re not frightened how you should be; when Chan is sucking on your jawline, Minho is watching you in silence, all the while the movie is being played to no one. Your hands are on Chan’s broad shoulders, but your eyes are met with linos. It has you dripping. You clench your thighs and Chan takes notice, grinning almost evilly as his hands dwindle down your body in feathery soft touches. You let out an unexpected whimper before saying, “wait- Channie, no, we c-cah— fuck, Minho, he’s right, ngh, there!“ but his hands are already spreading your thighs apart then your panties and then lastly your drenched folds.

“I don’t see the problem baby...“ Chan whispered, catching a glimpse at Minho, eyes falling to his cock and how hard it was already under the stretch of his jeans. Chan’s voice went an octave deeper, fingers sliding up and down your cunt almost torterously, “Lets give him a show, hm?“

Chan didn’t hesitate to dip one finger into you, analyzing the way your face scrunched and your breath hitched; your eyes constantly fluttering between his hand disappearing inside you then back up to meet Minho’s lustful gaze. Then another finger pumped into you, slow then quickening, allowing Minho to hear those sweet sounds you made. The sounds that drove Chan crazy, the sounds he knew would drive Minho just as mad. And one glance at the other man’s face and he was well aware of how crazy he looked. Eyes wide, shallow pants, cheeks rosy, and lips parted as a gloss of spit glazed over Minho’s lips. Chan chuckled then abruptly added another finger, letting out a shriek from your lips.

“Listen to that… that’s how wet she gets f’me, isn’t it sweetheart? Wanna show Minho some cool tricks?” You admittedly did. Your hand clutched onto Chan’s shoulder as he lifted you, sliding his fingers out of you in one motion and sitting you onto his lap.

“C’mere…” Chan ushered the younger male over, Minho, ever so obedient, complied and sat right on the ground in front of you two. Your back pressed against your boyfriends chest, your breath uneven and your mind blurry. All your eyes could do was focus on Minho’s cat like eyes, piercing while he remained deadly silent. Meanwhile, Chan took his time undoing his jeans, letting the top slide down enough until his cock spring free, long and red, slapping against your thigh then onto his own tummy. You whimpered again, maybe from linos intense stare or maybe from the hot feeling of your boyfriends cock— you weren’t too sure.

“See this, Minho?” Chan almost laughed as he slightly lifted your hips, wide enough to showcase your red pussy, swollen and soaked, his fingers prying them apart, letting the male before the two of you see every inch of you. Your hand nervously clutched Chan’s, too high on the feeling of being touched and watched like this to even care.

“Shit, she’s fucking soaked...“ Minho thought the sight of your pussy gushing was heavenly.

Minho wanted to reach a hand out, so he did. And immediately the older man slapped his hand away, gravely groan making you whine.

“I didn’t say you could touch.” Minhowas shocked. He always got what he wanted; always. And this was not what he wanted. He wanted you. He wanted to be the one to pry you open and fuck you till you were dumb. But it seems he’s stuck watching instead, which was both the worst and best showcase for very different reasons. Chan kissed up your shoulder, one hand leaving your lips wide the other at the base of his cock, sliding it between your folds, up and down. Leaving you in shambles, maybe a puddle.

You were clenching around nothing. Crying and whimpering as tears threatened to leave your eyes and stain your cheeks in a silver glow.

“Channie— please,” Your voice was barely a whisper, Minho had barely even caught onto it. The sight before him was too captivating.

“Tell us what you want,” Chan’s hands were now dipping under you shirt, pulling it up over your tits and rolling the sensitive buds in circles, all right in front of Minho’s pathetic, ogling eyes. Chan watched you slide on his dick, never able to get him in, just running his length between your glistening folds. The feeling was good but you’ve felt better— you wanted him inside, desperately. Chan suddenly slapped your right tit at the silence you’ve given him, too engrossed in the pleasure to think, “don’t make me punish you in front of our guest, princess.”

“N-no! No, ‘m sorry Channie,” you immediately said in protest, eyes welting with tears, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. Lino had his eyes dead set on you, unable to break them away, “just I-I just wan’ your cock— Ngh, I need it! Can I have it??” Minho wished it was his name you were blubbering; his cock you were grinding on and pleading for like a little bitch.

“That’s all you had to say, princess,” and Chan was sinking you down into him, making your eyes roll back and your tongue dip out the side of your mouth. Embarrassing? Maybe. But what was more embarrassing was how Lino was fishing his cock out of his pants and fisting it up and down, following the slow motion that chan was thrusting up into you. You whimpered and whined, slowly falling apart inch by inch, ribbons of your self control and restraint seemingly littered the living room in which the lewd scene was happening. Minho didn’t feel one bit embarrassed and neither did you, yet both sights were equally and uniquely pathetic.

Chan reached for your pleasure button, swirling it in circles between every thrust. He had your thighs wide, giving Minho the best view of you swallowing Chan. It was fascinating to watch him go in dry then leave dripping. Minho was fucking his fist faster, letting out little whimpers that went straight to your cunt; you would think that this man had no shame had it not been for the chant of moans you let out, louder than Minho’s. It was so, so close. Your orgasm was approaching fast; the feeling of being watched was being translated to pleasure, making you mind go buzzing and blank. It felt like you were floating and your eyes were looking somewhere entirely that wasn’t even in the room. Everything was all static, your vision your ears, everything.

“Shit, you’re close aren’t you, baby?” Chan took notice of your exceedingly desperate state and the way you clenching around him, “is it because of Minho watching you? Watching you while I fuck you and treat you like a slut? Aw that’s it isn’t it? You can cum… give Minho a show for me.”

“Minho, spit on her pussy,” Chan almost demanded, the sound of his voice rough like sandpaper and commanding like the sound of thunder, “Now.”

And he did it. Minho, fucked out by his own hand and dazed, bent to your pussy and spat on it, watching the contents of his saliva trail down your folds intricately. The feeling was warm and made you shiver; your eyes roll back. Suddenly your finger was laced in Minho’s hair, tugging it so hard he moaned, instantly tugging at his cock one last fateful time and letting his load blow through dramatic whimpers. And it only took Channie, one, two, three more thrusts to send you in your own spiral. You came all over his cock, hand in Minho’s hair, his face against your thigh as he tried to recollect himself, your cum dripping down Chan’s cock.

“Fuck…” Minho finally said. You sunk back into Chan’s chest, hand still draped on Minho’s hair but not pulling, just placed there in his sweaty locks, “Fuck that was hot.”

Chan was laying a kiss onto your jaw, admiring the puppy eyes you gave him, whimpery and clutching his bicep until he felt your nails break through skin, “Wasn’t that good, princess? Thank you for letting my best friend see how good I fuck you...“

Minho was scoffing, eyes on you as he sat between your legs. “Dude, shut up.“ had it not been for the lewd positions the three of you were in, this would have been normal for the three of you.

[riki-riks-chick]

like bodyguard jay 🫠🫠🫠 and he is never crossing line but keep callin you "ma'am" 🫠🫠 and fucks you rough but gentle at the same time🫠🫠🫠 i wanna die just thinking about it😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

The Bodyguard ┃P.JS

Bodyguard!jay x reader

You're the daughter of two famous celebrities, jay is your bodyguard

cw: drunk sex (yn slighty drunk), kissing, jealousy, unprotected sex, no prep, bratty yn, slightly rough jay, gentle jay, slight dirty talk.

wdct: 1.6k

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Third Person POV~

Living as the daughter of a famous actor and actress is not fun. Especially when it always lands you in the media.

You were known for being a bit of a wild child, and you never thought it would land you with a personal bodyguard, but here you are.

Your father got quite upset after waking up to find his daughter all over the internet, kissing some boy who was known for figure skating. After that, he decided to stick you with a bodyguard who was only a couple years older than you.

He was handsome, sure, but it was hell having him follow you everywhere. It's like you never have a second alone.

And he's so formal that it fucking hurts. Always calling you "miss" or "ma'am" like you're some 60 year old woman.

You've tried teasing him, wearing revealing clothes, and even acting extra touchy when you're out drinking with your friends, but it's no use. He refuses to break.

He has never crossed a line. He's never entered your bedroom, not even with permission, and he won't look lower than your eyes when you're wearing anything even slightly revealing. He won't even touch you if it's not for safety purposes.

And now he's ticked you off completely. You were at a party, specifically to fuck around with the son of your mother's co-star. You were warned by your mother to leave him alone, but you decided to be disobedient and hang out with him anyway.

Getting away from Jay was hard enough, but once he found you in the back of a black Rolls Royce with that boy? That dopey, messy-haired, fuckboy? Oh, he was livid. He grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out and towards your own car which he'd been driving for you.

You got a rush from the way he grabbed you, tugging your skirt down and not even bothering with the fact that your shirt was partially unbuttoned.

"Jay.. Let go of me!" You yell, albeit slurred, snatching your arm from Jay's hold as he sighs. "Miss Y/n... It's not my fault your dad made me your bodyguard. Quite frankly, I never would've ended up here if you would've simply listened to your parents' orders."

This was the first time he'd ever responded in a non-professional way, and it shut you up immediately. "Listen, I know you don't like me. And I know you wish your dad would fire me, but I'm trying my hardest. I can't watch you do stupid shit like that though."

You simply drop your head, avoiding his eyes as he removes his jacket, placing it on your shoulders. "Let's just get you home.."

He helps you into the car, closing the door before getting in on the driver's side. He buckles your seatbelt before taking off.

When he gets back to your house, he thanks his lucky star that your parents aren't home to see you like this.

He makes it a mission to help you upstairs and then leave, but once he's in your room, you make it your goal to keep him from leaving.

"I should probably go, miss.." He avoids making contact with your cleavage as he pushes you away at the chest, giving himself room to breathe.

"Jay.. Aren't you supposed to do whatever I say?.." You ask as he nods, visibly straightening his posture. "Yes, ma'am.." He swallows hard, scared of his own thoughts in the moment as he takes in your sloppy appearance. His eyes trail the sway of your hips as you saunter over to him.

"Then fuck me..." You say, straightforward and outright. It catches Jay completely off guard. "What?! No!" He immediately rejects, earning a sideways glance from you.

"You interrupted me when I was about to get laid. So you're gonna fuck me instead.." You're clearly serious, but Jay is confused. He's always harboured something less than appropriate for you, but he'd never act on it out of fear of losing his job, and you with it.

"Miss Y/n.. I think it's just the alcohol talking.. Please." You push him against the wall, cutting him off as you press your palm straight against his crotch, palming his very obvious erection.

"Maybe it's your dick talking?..." You question cockily, bringing your left hand up to his nape to tug him closer. His lips ghosted hesitantly over yours. "If you want me... I'm yours for the taking. Stop being so formal."

He's completely sure that his next course of action is led by his dick, but he doesn't care. He cups your jaw gently, closing the small gap between you as he kisses you with a long-hidden passion.

It's feels as if he'd been waiting and yearning for this to happen. His lips press feverishly against yours as he leads you backwards and towards your bed, pulling away only momentarily to let you climb onto the bed.

Once he's back on top of you, hes unbuttoning your shirt, kissing down your torso in the process as he sucks on the available skin that your bra can't cover.

Once he reaches your waist band, he glances up at you, his eyes dark and filled with a burning desire. "Tell me, lovely miss... Did he touch you here..?" He asks, his finger trailing over your cunt through the barrier of your underwear.

"No.. You didn't give him the chance." You reply in a smart-mouthed tone, making him chuckle. "Good, because I would've killed him."

Then he's removing your skirt, tossing it aside carelessly as he tugs you closer by your hips. Your legs are on either side of him, and you have the perfect view as he unbuttons his shirt, slowly revealing his toned torso inch by inch.

As soon as his shirt is off, he's unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants just enough to free his erection. You take a second to marvel at his length, stroking it slowly as his lips part to let out a heavy sigh.

After letting you feel him up, he moves your hand, sliding your panties off as he tosses them across the bed. "Can I put it in..?" He asks, his tone filled with desperation. You nod, not wanting to wait much longer and risk your parents coming home.

The second he presses his tip against your hole, sliding in just slightly, you gasp, biting your lip to supress your moan as he bottoms out, stilling his hips to let you adjust.

"How do you feel?" He asks, rubbing your thigh softly as he watches your chest rise and fall with each breath. You take a second to respond, trying to filter out the slight pain you feel with how deep he is.

"Fuck it, just move." You let out a sigh, gripping his hand as he kisses the back of your hand before moving his hips slowly.

Each slow and deep drag pulls a moan from your throat. The way he's focusing so hard, on every movement, makes it feel so much better altogether.

"Are you okay, miss..?" He asks, using his free hand to cup your cheek as you nod. "I'm fine. And please stop it with all the miss and ma'am bullshit. Just call me Y/n."

At your bratty response, he thrusts particularly hard, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he quickens his pace. "Such harsh words coming from such a pretty mouth. Be nice..."

"Be nice, my ass.." You argue, tilting your head back as he moves his hips faster against yours, his thumb rubbing your clit in circular motions. The feeling is absolute torture, but you'd be lying of you said it didn't make you feel incredible.

"I wanna see the pretty little face you make when you cum... I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

"Jay... Fuck.." You moan, gripping his wrist as he smiles. "Your moans are so pretty.. I could listen to them forever.." He's already tailing his own orgasm, the feeling of you tightening around him edging him closer and closer.

"I'm gonna cum..." You whimper, gripping his forearm as he thrusts deeper, aiming for that one spot that made you see stars. "Cum for me, angel..." He encourages, his thrusts getting sloppy as his own climax builds up in the pit of his stomach.

"Fuck... Do you want me to pull out?.." He asks, unsure of how much longer he'll last. "Don't pull out." You command, making his heart flutter. "Yes ma'am..."

You groan at the choice of words, biting your lip to supress your moans as he tightened his hold on your hip, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. "Shit... Jay.." Your words come off as more of a whisper as your orgasm washes over you. You tighten around Jay, tilting your head back against the pillows as he lets out a deep moan, his hips stuttering.

He comes undone, filling you with his seed as he leans down to kiss you, his hips moving slowly against yours. "You feel so good.."

"I'm gonna make my dad fire you..." You mumble, finally managing to say something. Jay's eyebrow raises at your words, tracing soft patterns on your skin. "Why would you want that?"

"So I can keep you to myself like this.. So you don't hold back with me.." You explain as he smiles, leaning down to capture your lips softly with his own. "Angel, you don't have to get me fired for me to love you.. I promise you, I'm done holding back..."

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tysm for the req hope it was okay

[bucknastysbabe]

I knew at once, I knew he needed me

B. Barnes x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Canon-ish universe, friends to lovers, Bucky’s last trauma, flagsmashers debacle, TW: Bucks past non-con but no detail, blowjobs, fluff and smut, MAN TEARS, sexual dysfunction, Bucky Needs Orders, soft domme, Subby Bucky, Bucky is the sweetest sad meow meow who loves his girl, dry-humping, super-soldier loads amirite

Mood board under cut

Something about Bucky shifted when he went off on the Flag Smasher’s ordeal. You’d gotten a debrief back at HQ. No, you were not super powered. Simply a secretary who once upon a time was a SHIELD agent. But you’d got to know the reclusive former Winter Soldier bits and pieces at first.

Sam shoved him in charge of the Compound while he was dealing with things as the Falcon. Therefore you had to deal with a very surly one-hundred something man who had a staring problem and vocalized all of about 10 words— variants of no. You felt for the poor guy, he’s out of time, his best friend dipped off, and now the government owns him again.

You’d be tired and grumpy too.

But eventually your clipped conversations had turned into iPhone lessons along other modern world curiosities. The recruits were, safe to say, a bunch of jackasses and Bucky would come sit with you to have some coffee and mellow out as you typed. He’d grumble and rave, metal hand whining and whirring.

Then he asked you on a date.

Date turned to more dates.

More dates turned into ‘going steady’ and being ‘his best girl’. It was cotton candy sweet how kind and gentle he was. You knew there was a fear lingering he would hurt you on accident or go haywire. That somehow those words would come back— but they were gone.

You’d remind him sweetly with a squeeze of left inorganic hand and a peck on his pouty lips. He’d walk you back to your apartment and had been in there before for dinner, but was reluctant to stay the night. Reluctant to get anything but a little handsy while making out.

That was okay, he’d been through a lot. You didn’t mind, it was fun exploring with Bucky to find his sexuality, what felt good, what made him tick. Sometimes it could be frustrating but a vibe would do the trick until further notice.

On a miserable day Buck informed you he had to go with Sam on a mission. That mission turned into an entire ordeal, you keeping your head down and doing what you did. The Avenger’s secretary, oft dealing with the wonkiest of adventures under the guidance of Pepper.

Buck had left a message now and then, missing you dearly. The video of John Walker made you sick and worried to the point that Pep had you take the day off. The fact that Zemo was cavorting around with Sam and Bucky was it’s own nightmare.

You managed to reach Bucky on an encrypted line, begging for him to be safe. The soldier had chuckled blithely and replied, “I’m trying my best. No Zemo isn’t trying to kill me. That jackass Walker is going down though. Gonna’ get this under control and get back to you, sweet pea. I-,” he paused on the line, “I love you. I miss you too. Take care of yourself, gotta go okay?”

You blubbered back an ‘I love you’ and ate a pint of ice cream that night, wearing his shirt, watching that familiar face on the news. Hopefully they would get this Karli girl arrested and end any source of new serum. Put that asshole fake Cap away too.

It did. Sam emerging as the new Captain America, you jumping and cheering alone in the apartment with Alpine. Bucky was smirking in the back. You’d get to see him soon. He left a message he had to sort out one more thing before going home.

A little disappointed, you were glad Bucky went to help Sam’s family out. But you did have a job. On the bright side you could talk to your boyfriend every day. He seemed keen to get home, rambling about things he missed, things he remembered on the worldwide adventure. When Bucky would get off in his thoughts, his voice would get so soft and breathy, making your cheeks flush.

He groaned, “Soon babydoll, soon, I think I’m going to strap you to my side and we’ll catch up on all these movies from the journal.”

“I can’t wait.”

As stated before, there was a shift in Buck. Not bad. Something occurred though. And you couldn’t complain when he had you pinned to the couch, hands roving your body, breathing down your neck, “Oh god, missed you s’much, so damn cold most of the time.”

His toned thighs held yours spread out, hot length pressed to your core, only thin pairs of underwear as a barrier. Things were getting wet down there every rut of his hips. Bucky moaned in frustration, almost trying to bury himself in your skin.

Grabbing scruffy chin you refocused hazy eyes to you. Softly you murmured, “Slow down handsome. I’m not going anywhere. You okay?” Bucky blinked a bit and blushed, sheepishly apologizing with closed eyes, “I- baby- sorry. I don’t know either, jus’ want you. Life’s too short.”

You narrowed your eyes and prodded, “Don’t rush through something you’re not ready for yet.”

Bucky’s blues peered dead into your being this time as he swore, “Been living in fear since I got brought back. I know that I want you, and god it feels Fuckin’ good.” You kissed him passionately after that, tightening your thighs around trim waist.

Bucky hiccuped and heaved when he spilled all over your clothed cunt, sweetly begging for more. You scratched softly at his scalp, ushering the needy thing along. The brunette slid against his own spend and your slick panties, breath hitching. He whined, “S’good, s’good, wet, ff-fuck!”

You ended up spasming and cumming on Buck’s fourth orgasm, so goddamn slick between the pair of you now. He shook down to his toes, holding you tight as he mewled, “Oh god, oh god, fffucking hurts, can’t stop, baby y-ya feel s’good.”

Poor baby had milked himself dry after two more loads, gasping and making the prettiest little hitched noises. You’d led the pliant super soldier to the shower and tended to him, Buck was out to the park after all that intense sensation, hell, sensuality.

He’d softly thank you over and over again between apologies, until the big teddy fell asleep in your arms, puffing softly. Buck wouldn’t have a nightmare that night. Nor many another night after wearing himself out.

No penetration yet, but fucking close. He wasn’t quite ready for that. You knew he was in some sort of phase, spurred on by whatever occurred in Madripoor. He wouldn’t elaborate but said it made him want human touch again. He’d fess up when he was ready, because then you’d let the needy baby fuck.

Walking into your apartment with a sprawled Bucky red faced and teary made you wonder if he was ready. His cock was red and obscenely engorged, leaking copious precum, balls just as heavy looking. The soldier had pushed his briefs down and looked like he’d been at it for awhile based on the redness and his sweaty chest. You swallowed back some drool. Fuck.

“Honey? Bucky? What’s going on?”

A divine whimper graced your senses. His lashes were thick and clumped from tears. Bucky whined, “Need you, my h-hands, fuck!” He bit down on his lip roughly, obviously frustrated. Blood dribbled down Buck’s stubbled chin.

Dropping your stuff and bolting over to your lover had him barely relax, hiccuping a bit. You straddled his lap, careful not to irritate or stimulate too much. Grabbing his gorgeous face with two hands you stared calmly, as one would to a child coming down from a tantrum, “Baby. Need you to take a couple breaths and tell me what’s going on.”

His chest stuttered, breath thin, you instructing some box breathing, counting for Bucky. You could feel him relax underneath you, pulse lowering, that residual twitching dying down. Your lover blinked a couple of times, lips pulled into a frown.

Now gently scratching his scalp you tried again, “Can you tell me what’s going on sweetheart? Something happened in Madripoor. I want to help, I can help if you just talk baby boy.”

His gaze held your own, a gritting of his jaw and slow exhale. Bucky’s mismatched hands slid carefully up the tops of your thighs to grip your hips. The brunette rasped, “We did a ploy. I played…him..to get information we needed. Whole set up with Zemo trying to sell me. It reminded me of my,” he gulped, “other uses.”

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, no,” you rambled while pulling him in closer. Bucky eased back and shook his head, “You make it easier. I just…I..I have trouble doing anything without orders right now. I’ve been too- ugh fuck- embarrassed to say anything. But goddamn if I’m not horny all the time, it’s so twisted.” He tucked wet lashes against your neck, steadying his breathing.

You did some deductions in your head. Bucky had been sating any sort of carnal urges on his own. The little ploy had switched that button deep in Buck’s brain that he needed orders to cum. No wonder he’d been so needy, begging you for release, your lover had been in a mindfuck for two months.

You cooed, “Oh Buck, you can tell me anything, c’mon now. I’m not shaming you one bit. If we need to work through this we will.” Poor thing looked like he was going to cry again, nipping that swollen bottom lip. You shoved your thumb between those pretty lips and hummed, “Stop beating yourself up. I’m more than happy to order my handsome boy around.”

Bucky had instinctively opened to accept your digit, cheeks flaming harder than before. You softly pressed down on his tongue, the brunette drooling and jerking underneath you. The tension seemed to melt out of his body with this one authoritative action.

“Such a sweetheart, can’t help it, don’t worry, we’ll get you back in charge in no time. But just relax for now,” you swiped a tear away, “I’m not going to hurt a hair on your pretty head. Thank you for telling me.”

He whined around your thumb, more and more drool leaking onto a strong chest. You hummed, “I’m going to suck your cock.” It felt almost dirty but Bucky whimpering around your thumb was a relief, a gargled, “Pleaaaaseee.”

Sliding your thumb out of his puffy lips, Bucky made another pitiful noise at the loss. When your slick thumb swirled around his purpling cockhead the brunette shouted in surprise, hands gripping into the couch cushions.

“Going to suck your cock and you’re gonna love it, pretty boy,” you cooed, breathing over where he needed it most. A dollop of pre dribbled out, your tongue lapping it up gently. Buck’s thighs twitched and he moaned, throwing his head back. The cushion ripped on his left side.

You swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip, lapping on the underside just to hear him gasp your name. Popping off you rasped, “Grab my hair, you can move me to your pace.” He nodded disjointedly, flesh hand ever so carefully rerouting to your ponytail.

You began to bob down the length on him, other hand crawling up to caress and gently squeeze his hefty balls. Poor Buck, all backed up. He needed to cum bad. His voice came out as a thin whine, “Ohaaaahhh- wha- I’ve never.” You couldn’t help but smile at being his first.

Satisfaction that no one forcibly took this intimate act from him, not to mention you beat out likely someone’s great grandmother to suck the great Bucky Barnes’ dick. Licking and humming on a vein had your own throat stretching and slick, drool collecting around your obscenely stretched lips.

You fucking loved sucking cock. Especially such a big boy’s like Bucky’s. His hips jerked, forcing the blunt tip down your throat, you finally swallowing him down the best you could. Swallow swallow swallow, this was for your baby. Bucky’s built chest shuddered with his staccato breath, babbling, “So good baby s’good s’good, ohmyfuck.”

He whined again when you came up for air, drooling and heaving over that gorgeous prick. Bucky whimpered, “You look pretty, can I cum? Soon? Please?” You nodded, voice hoarse, “No more deep but I want you to fill my throat with all that cum. You have all the permission, actually, an order to cum.”

It didn’t take long of you humming and shallowly bobbing on his rapidly swelling cock for the first load to come. Bucky’s heavy balls contracted and drew tight under your palm, sending hot seed down your throat. You eagerly swallowed, sucking harder if anything. Bucky moaned and cried, squirming, legs sluttily spreading by the second climax.

You so desperately wanted to fuck around with that tender skin behind his balls but stuck to rolling and squeezing. You suckled on the crown, flicking tongue at the quickest speed, the poor thing warning with a sob, “Again!” He filled your mouth up this round, a fucking surprise, damn super soldiers. Dutifully gulping it again you slurped up excess drool and slowed the pace until Bucky was shying away, mewling.

Gently tucking him back in you wiped your mouth, laughing softly at the drool covering your blouse. God knows how wet your panties were. Bucky panted and hugged you oh-so-tight, warbling the cutest thanks. Wrapping back around Buck you curled the hair growing out around his ears and pressed little kisses to his cheeks.

“I’ve got you baby, we can do orders until you’re up to par. Feeling better?”

He rasped softly, “So much better, god, thank you.”

“No need, I love you. You know that. I’m quite satisfied I was the first to give you head.”

Pressing your lips to another stray tear he repeated it back, “Love you too, angel.” He smiled dopily, “The last too, that mouth works wonders.”

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PLEASEEEEE DO A SCENARIO OF THIS

finishing a office/group hangout because yunho and y/n cannot wait any longer to keep their hands off of each other so they quickly went home

and went on a crazy passionate (yunho dom with a sir kink) SMUT because y/n was becoming bratty and teasing in the car while he was driving

tysm for sending me this request!! i'm so sorry it took me this long to respond, the past couple weeks have been a bit hectic and then i just lost all steam abt a third of a way through writing this</3 but i loved the idea and wanted to finish it so i pushed through, i hope the ending doesnt seem too rushed and that you like this!!

cw/tags: fem reader, alcohol consumption (they aren't drunk), car sex kinda, masturbation (f), oral (m receiving), face fucking, dirty talk, a lot of pet names, sir kink, rough sex, spanking

a giggle escapes your lips as yunho’s hand slides higher up your thigh, his mouth nearly pressed against your ear as he whispers filthy things to you, his other arm wrapped around your shoulder and twirling the ends of your hair. the two of you were completely in your own world, so wrapped up in each other that you don’t even notice the playfully disgusted or annoyed expressions of your friends who are sitting around the table at the bar your group frequented.

all night, you and yunho had barely been able to keep your hands off each other; you could chalk it up to the alcohol in your systems or the fact you were simply in love, but it didn’t really matter either way. 

what mattered was you needed to get out of here before you started begging yunho to fuck you over the table in front of everyone.

(that line of thought can be saved for later.)

noticing the glazed over look in your eyes, yunho grins and turns to your friends, saying, “well, i think it’s time we head out. y/n here is pretty tired.”

the rest of the group either ignore you altogether or chuckle and roll their eyes, waving goodbye as yunho throws his arm around your shoulder and leads you out to the parking lot, opening the passenger door for you like the gentleman he is before walking around to climb into the driver’s seat. 

the first minute or so of the drive is relatively peaceful, soft r&b playing through the speakers, but you start to feel antsy.

“yunho…” you whine, reaching for his hand which rests over the stick shift and pulling it into your lap.

“yes, love?” he hums, keeping his eyes on the road.

“need you now,” you grumble, tugging at his arm to try and get him to touch you where you want.

“i know, sweetheart, but we’ll be home soon, and then i’ll fuck you how you need,” yunho answers, soothingly stroking your thigh with his thumb before pulling his hand away to shift gears as he approaches a stoplight.

you sigh overdramatically at being brushed off and decide to take matters into your own hands, hitching your short dress up over your hips and slipping a hand into your panties, letting out a small gasp as your fingers make contact with your throbbing clit, dipping lower to gather some of your essence and spread it up your slit to ease the way. 

from the corner of your eye, you can see yunho glancing over at you, eyes drooping down to follow the motion of your fingers as you touch yourself, but he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t immediately pull the car over so he can fuck your brains out in the backseat, so you keep going.

slowly, you slide one finger and then two into your aching cunt, beginning to thrust and curl them, forcing breathy moans and whines out of your lips as your other hand comes up to grip your breast over the thing material of your dress. you lift one of your feet onto the dash to spread yourself wider and allow yourself more room to fuck yourself, head lolling to the side to look at yunho.

his breathing has gotten noticeably heavier over the past few minutes and his knuckles are white where they’re wrapped around the steering wheel. glancing down, you also notice the bulge in his tight leather pants and you can’t help but grin.

“yuyu, feels so good,” you moan, eyelids fluttering as you pound into your sweet spot and let your other hand slip down to play with your slippery clit, “want your cock so bad, please..”

the car comes to a rough stop at a stop sign only a few blocks from your apartment and yunho’s hand darts out towards you, roughly grabbing your jaw and pulling you into a harsh kiss, biting at your lip and sliding his tongue over your teeth and the roof of your mouth before pulling away as quickly as he came.

“you little slut,” he breathes, voice low and condescending, “can’t even wait fifteen minutes until we get home? you need my cock in your tight little hole that badly? i thought you were my good girl?”

“i am, sir,” you pout, cheeks still squished together in yunho’s grip, “‘m always your good girl.”

“tch,” yunho scoffs, shoving your face away and stepping on the gas again, eager to get home as soon as possible, “that’s a good one, seeing as you’ve been acting like a total brat the whole car ride.”

in the midst of yunho manhandling you, your fingers had come to a halt inside you and now you slip them out to tease your clit as you keep pouting, looking out the window as your neighborhood passes by and yunho eventually parks the car in front of your place.

he gets out of the car without a word and you struggle to pull your dress back down and cover yourself appropriately before climbing out as well, darting around to grab yunho’s hand and hold his arm as you walk together into your apartment building, neither of you saying a word.

the playful atmosphere from the bar earlier is long gone but you can’t say you’re too upset about it, you did love to tease and rile yunho up so he’d be a little rough with you. in your everyday sex lives, the two of you didn’t have any kind of strong dynamics you typically adhered to, but every now and then you liked to act out and bring out yunho’s more dominant side.

now, the pair of you step into the empty elevator and you hit the button for your floor. before the doors are even closed all the way, yunho has your back against the wall as his lips collide with yours, one arm sliding around your waist to grab at your ass and pull your body flush against his. you can’t help but moan into his mouth as you throw your arms around his neck, rising up onto your toes as you enthusiastically return the kiss, feeling dizzy from the way it feels like he’s consuming you, lips and tongue overpowering your own and leaving you pulling away to gasp for air after a few moments.

you two stare into each other’s eyes as you catch your breath, the tension palpable in the confined space you’re in, until the elevator dings, catching your attention and yunho pulls away, letting you adjust your clothes as he guides you down the hallway to your home, hand never leaving the small of your back.

You pull your keys out of your purse with shaky hands and it takes you a couple times to get the key into the lock, but finally you manage and you enter your dim apartment, yunho closing and relocking the door behind you. 

you barely had time to slip off your shoes before yunho’s voice cuts through the silence, making you jump a little when he says, “on your knees.”

you look back at him in shock, but then quickly move to comply, kneeling right there in the entryway and glancing up at your boyfriend through your lashes, waiting for his next command. 

he cards a hand through your hair while using the other one to shove his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself, hard cock springing up against his lower abdomen, and asks in a faux-sweet voice, “now, darling, what was it that you were so desperate for in the car?”

your eyelids flutter, glancing at the cock dangling in front of your face before looking back up at yunho’s face, gulping and answering, “your cock, sir.”

yunho hums in approval, guiding your head closer to tap the head of his dick against your lips, chuckling when your mouth instantly drops open to let him rest on your tongue.

“two taps if you need to me stop,” yunho softly reminds you, and you nod your head, assuring him you remember.

and with that, yunho shoves his cock into the wet heat of your mouth, burying himself to the hilt, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag, breathing heavily through your nose and blinking tears from your eyes.

he quickly builds up a rhythm fucking your mouth, the filthy sounds of you gagging and swallowing around his cock filling the open space of your apartment.

“fuck, you always take me so well, yeah? just need a fat cock in your mouth to keep you happy?” yunho groans, head thrown back in pleasure.

jerking your head back by your hair to pull you off his cock, yunho gives you a chance to gasp in a few deep breaths, shuddering at the string of saliva keeping your lips and yunho’s dick connected before you break it with your tongue, licking the salt of your sweat and tears from your upper lip. your pussy is absolutely throbbing and you press your thighs together, rocking your hips a little as you try to find a little relief. 

“is my y/n ready to be a good girl for me?” yunho caresses your cheek and you lean into it, his thumb stroking to wipe away your tears.

“yes, sir…please fuck me, i’ll be your good girl please,” you plead, batting your eyelashes up at him.

yunho groans and grabs you by the arm, hauling you up and dragging you over to the couch where he pushes you down to bend over the arm. he shoves your skirt up over your hips and yanks your panties down, chuckling at your juices smearing down your thighs as he does so. 

he slides three fingers into you easily, scissoring his fingers and meeting barely any resistance.

“please,” you whimper, pushing your hips back into his hand.

finally, the feeling of yunho’s fingers disappear and is replaced with the blunt tip of his cock sliding through your wet folds. 

in one smooth thrust, yunho bottoms out and without even giving you a moment to adjust, he begins driving into you in rough thrusts, punching moans out of you each time. drool slides past your lips and drips onto the couch, pooling on the cushion below your head.

yunho’s hands slide down your waist to grab at your hips, pulling you back into him with each thrust, throwing his head back in pleasure as the sounds of skin slapping fill your apartment.

you jump when you feel yunho’s right hand collide with your ass with a loud smack, more moans slipping out of you as he rubs at the red skin there. 

“yuyu, can i come?” you plead, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

“hmm?” yunho teases, pretending not to have heard you while his hand slides around to your front and he circles his fingers around your clit.

you gasp, rocking back and forth between yunho’s cock and his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut, voice strained as you say, “please, sir, need to come, oh my god.”

“go ahead, love,” yunho bends over you to whisper in your ear, and that’s all it takes for your orgasm to wash over you like a tidal wave, yunho’s fingers and his hips never losing their rhythm as he helps you through your high.

a few thrusts later and yunho comes as well, burying himself deep inside you and groaning as rope after rope of cum spurts into you, warming your insides. you moan weakly in overstimulation but say nothing, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up.

once yunho’s high has passed, he pulls out, helping you stand and wrapping you up in his arms. he smooths your hair back off of your damp forehead and peppers kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“you’re insatiable,” yunho mumbles against the skin of your cheek.

“but you like me that way,” you grin at him and he can’t help but smile back, knowing that it’s true.

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Hello there!

I was thinking that Cross with 11 and 21 for an enemies to lovers kind of story with a female assassin/bounty hunter would make an awesome story, with your great writing 💛

Thanks for being an awesome fic writer tho

General Kenobi?

Hehehehe, hello anon! thank you so much for the request and for the love. I hope I did your request justice.

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Warning: Pranks, enemies to lovers, contention, discussions of assassination, Star Wars cussing, clone's being treated disrespectfully, I think that's it. If I miss anything please let me know.

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You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you sat across the Purge Commander Crosshair. His scowl was second to none, and the way his eyes just focused on you like you were trash, well you just couldn’t wait to keep pushing his buttons. So you sat there with a subtle smile that only Crosshair could actually tell. 

“Any questions?” Admiral Rampart asked.

“I have one,” you raised your hand, keeping your eyes locked on Crosshair challenging him with each passing second, “Do I have to work with a second rate sniper or can I simply pay the fine and opt out?” You smirked as you looked at him. 

His nose flared as he glared at you, “I’d say save your fine, and I can take care of this the old fashion way.” He placed his blaster on the table. 

“Promises, promises” you teased.

“Enough!” Admiral Rampart slammed his hand on the desk, “You both will work together, is that understood? These insurgents must be dealt with, and I frankly could care less what either of you want. Dismiss!”

You stood rolling your eyes at Rampart, you noticed the subtle chuckle from Crosshair as he looked at you. You simply rolled your eyes again and headed out of the meeting room, towards your ship. The last thing you wanted was to stay a minute longer, on this ridiculous ship. You notice Crosshair followed without so much as a word. 

“You know you don’t have to do everything he says.”

“Heh! Of course, you would say that? Have you ever had any loyalty?”

You stopped and turned to look at him, narrowing your eyes, “Remember I’m supposed to be watching your back out there. And strangely, this eye” you point to your prosthetic, “is giving me a little trouble.”

“Easy assassin, you’ll have to get in line to kill me. I have quite the list of people who don’t want me around.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Just because there’s a long line of people who I don’t doubt want to kill you, however, the only one who gets to kill you, is me.”

“What was it you said again?” He stepped closer invading your space, “Promises. Promises. Promises.” He brushed past you, bumping your shoulder heading towards your ship. Ignoring the glare coming off you on his back. 

It wasn’t the first time you two were working together, and each time, you both somehow found ways to get under each other’s skin. In fairness, he did leave you on the last mission, forcing you to hitch a ride back to base. Although the time before that, you may have left him hanging from a spire on the top of a building. Time before that, he purposefully took your ship when you got into a heated argument. The one before that one, you may or not have dropped his rifle into a pile of mud and prevented him from getting it. 

It was a build of tension, anger, and one-upping each other to see who could piss the other off the most. 

Either way, you were stuck with each other right now. Admiral Rampart, was quite adamant to keep you two working together, you weren’t sure if it was because he had a bet to see who would kill who, or if it had to do with the fact you actually did work well together. 

You threw yourself down in the pilot seat as Crosshair gently placed his rifle beside him, out of your reach. You couldn’t help but smirk at his actions, “Afraid, she’ll have another nice mud bath” you chuckled.

“Touch her this time and I’ll kill you without hesitation.”

You held your hands up in surrender. It wasn’t long before you were both heading to your destination, the hyperspace lights filling the cockpit and playing off both your faces. “I say we give Admiral Rampart a special treat when we get back.”

Crosshair let a mischievous grin appear on his lips, “I’m listening.”

It was the first time the two of you didn’t actually fall into fighting, instead you both found a common enemy in Admiral Rampart and fell into fits of laughter trying to find the most ridiculous revenge you both could come up with. 

As the ship landed at your destination, a lot of the anger and tension that had been there seemed to have eased off. You both hiked to your final destination, it was a three day journey to walk it. Which was fine for the both of you, neither of you wanted to be out there or even complete the assignment. “I heard you had another run in with the clone rebels you used to travel with,” you offered by way of a peace offering as you both settled down for the evening meal … well what consisted of a meal for two assassins on a mission.

“What of it?” Crosshair mumbled as he bit into the pheasant type animal you had caught for dinner. 

“Heard you got injured” you motioned to the scar on his head, “looks bad. Did it hurt?”

“No, it tickled. Like tookas licking it,” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes at you. 

 “Sorry.”

He let out a sigh, tossing aside the bone he’d been chewing on. Leaning forward to pull off some more meat from the carcass on the spit over the fire. 

“Heard you had your own mishap,” he whispered, and if you hadn’t been paying attention you would’ve missed it, “someone tried to hack your eyewear.” He pointed to the prosthetic you wore since your first mission ever. It had been a cocky move on your part that cost you an eye. 

You nodded, focusing on our hands, “Yeah, well they learned not to mess with me after that.”

“Good.”

You knew you shouldn’t but you couldn’t help it, as a smirk appeared on your lips, before you looked at him, “Worried about it?”

“No.”

“I think you were.”

“I think you need to focus on eating.”

“For being someone you hate, I’m sure on your mind a lot. Seeing as you keep tabs on me when I’m not around.”

“Don’t want to train another bounty hunter.”

“Assassin.”

“Bounty Hunter.”

“I’m an assassin, thank you.”

Crosshair shrugged, ”Same difference, you get paid to kill.”

“Like you don’t”

“I don’t.” Crosshair stated matter of factly as he looked at you, shock written on your face, he sighed again, “Clones don’t get paid. We don’t get anything, except our weapons, clothes, and food while we’re on assignment.”

“Kriff! That’s disgusting.” He shrugged, it was his way of life, and he didn’t feel any different about it. You looked at the fire for several minutes before looking at him with determination, “I’ll split it with you.”

His head slowly turned to focus on your eyes, “What?”

“My reward. I’ll split it with you. I’ll set up an unregistered account. Set up a phoney ID, and I’ll put your money there, for you to use as you wish.”

He narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, “And why would you do that?”

“Because … I don’t want to train another assassin, either.” You smirked as you looked at him, realizing why there was so much tension and anger between the two of you. 

“You don’t have to do that, mesh’la.”

“Yes. I do. Think of it as payment for training.” You smiled.

Crosshair looked into your eyes, and for the first time ever in his life, he wanted something for himself. 

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chapter 4

warnings: angst! light violence, abduction, adult themes, MDNI

summary: Konig and you enjoy each other's company, with as much time you have left.

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: heyoooo! here's another addition to this series! I'm thinking about two more parts for this series so stay tuned! Thank you!

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The next few weeks happened quickly, too quickly for your liking. Every day it was the same: early morning run -- unsupervised, it was the only time of the day that you had to yourself. After that, breakfast which usually consisted of whatever rations the cooks had heated up. König would meet up with you at the cafeteria, never eating but simply wanting to be around you. From there you would hit the showers and then recede back into your office. Most of the time the other nurses would lend a hand with the occasional bruise and scrape that walked through the door, leaving you alone to do your paperwork, which never seemed to cease thanks to Price. 

“We’re on the run, how is there this much paperwork?” You ask. 

Price would shrug, “it’s for that reason that there is this much paperwork. At least it gives you something to do, aye?” 

And give you something to do it did. While you were drowning in paperwork in the mid afternoon, König would come and visit you after completing training. He would take his usual seat across from you and keep himself busy with what he could find around the office. For being assigned to babysitting duty, he didn’t look half as miserable as he should’ve been. In fact, he looked relaxed. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

“Bӓr, how can you be so calm about this?” You drop her pen to the desk. 

König stopped flipping through one of the books from the nearly vacant bookshelves, his easy gaze landing on you. 

“Hm? What’s there to be upset about?” König questioned. 

“It’s just, there’s not many people lining up to play babysitter,” You said. “Ghost would be kicking and screaming.” 

König chuckled, “they don’t know what they’re missing.”

You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you shook your head. 

“Still, there must be something you’d rather be doing.” 

König eyes squinted and you swore you saw something twinkle within those ocean eyes. The colonel chuckled as he stood to his feet, setting the book down on the desk. You lean back into your chair as König comes around the desk before standing in front of you. You gulp as he maneuvers his knee in between your legs, his hands supporting his weight on the chair’s armrest, caging you in. You’re sure your face is bright red as you look up into his eyes. 

“Well, there are a few things I can think of, Maus,” König's voice rumbles through his chest. 

You laugh, playfully hitting him in the chest, “I suppose I could squeeze in some time in my busy schedule.” 

“Du bist perfekt,” König whispers as he leans in even closer. 

You reached for his hood before hearing a knock at the door. Your head whips around to see a man standing at the door. He waved with a friendly smile. 

“Afternoon Colonel, Doctor,” the man said, “Price sent me to retrieve the colonel for a briefing. Sent me to keep watch.” 

König stood to his full menacing height as he eyed the nameless man up and down. 

“You know our names, but we don’t know yours,” König said. 

His once gentle tone was gone and replaced by a steely, authoritarian tone. The man didn’t seem deterred by König's protectiveness, his charming smile never slipped. 

“Right! Sorry, I’m Pt. Richards, I’m usually stationed in the kitchens but we’re slow right now. Price saw me heading to the yard and asked if I could come get you,” Richards said. 

You cock your head to the side, “did Cap say what it was for?” 

Richards shrugged his shoulders, “nope, but by his expression alone, it looked pretty urgent. Of course he wanted to make sure to have someone to accompany you, doctor. Think he said he’d be in his office.” 

You hummed, looking back up to König who never took his eyes away from the brunette with the sly smile. You smile reassuringly, patting König on his chest, finally gaining his gaze. 

“It’ll just be a second, it’s almost lunch time anyway. I’ll meet you at the cafeteria, same time?” You smile. 

From the look in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t convinced but couldn’t deny Price’s summons. Finally, he nodded before making his way toward the door before stopping and looking over his shoulder to you. 

“Wenn er irgendetwas versucht-”

“Ich werde ihn kastrieren, ohne Narkose,” your smile sweet. 

König couldn’t help but snicker at that before looking down at Richards who obviously was a little shorter than him. 

“Do you speak German, soldier?” he asked. 

Richards shook his head. König clamped his hand on the man’s shoulder with enough force to make the poor man jolt. 

“Good, keep an eye on her,” König said before disappearing out into the hall. 

Richards stood awkwardly in the doorway as you stood to place the file you’d been working on back into the cabinet. 

“Well, I suppose while you’re here you can make yourself useful,” you say, your back to him. “Where are you from, private?” 

“The States,” said Richards, “straight from the Pentagon.” 

Your blood went cold as your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes dart to the pair of scissors sitting on your desk before making a made dash for them. You cry out, feeling Richards slam into you, falling back on to the desk. You immediately try to get back up, only for Richards to wrap his calloused hand around your throat like it was nothing, pinning you. You growl and yelp as you flail around, kicking as much as you could. But there was no use, Richards slithered between your legs, grinning like a sadist. 

“Found you, little bird,” he chuckled darkly, his grip on your throat tightening making you gasp and cough. “You know, I thought that it was going to be harder to get to you, but I guess not even KorTac’s finest could keep you from us.” 

Tears threatened to fall from your wide eyes, your face turning a deep maroon and threatening blue. Your vision began to splotch as you watched Richard, if that was even his real name, pull a mysterious cloth from his pocket. You could do nothing but try to wiggle from his grip but to no avail. He smothered the cloth over your mouth and nose, your senses taken over by a sweet scent. Your vision began to fail, Richards splitting into two as the room slowly fell away from you. 

“N-no,” you whimpered, the tears finally falling. “König, B-Bӓr…”

“How cute,” you could hear Richards before you slipped under, “there’s no one coming to save you little bird. No one.”

↭

König nearly ran through the halls of the base on his way to Price’s office. Of course Price’s office just had to be on the complete opposite of the base. 

“This better be important,” he grumbled as he finally turned the corner to the hallway that led to Price’s office. 

He had the manners to knock, but not wait for the Captain’s say so to enter. There sat Price behind his desk, buried in paperwork similar to you, chiefing a large cigar. Price looked up from his reading and his expression made König uneasy.��

“Colonel, what brings you to my office?” Price said, rightfully confused. 

König froze in his step, brow furrowed. 

“I was told I was summoned, captain,” König said. 

Price shook his head, “by who? I didn’t send for ya.” 

König could feel his chest tighten, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. 

“A private, Richards, he came to us a-and-” 

Price could see the panic in the Austrian’s eyes and stood to his feet. 

“Son, where’s Wren?” 

König's eyes flew open when he finally connected all the dots. Without another word,. König flew out the door, sprinting down the hallway. 

“Shit!” Price cursed, following Konig out.

König charged across the base, pushing the occasional person out the way as he went. It didn’t take him long, max 2 minutes to get back to your office. The door was open as it always was as he stormed in only to come to an abrupt halt. The room was torn to pieces, chairs knocked over and papers scattered everywhere like snowflakes. Richards was gone, and so were you. 

Rage bubbled in König's chest, his shoulders heaving with every breath he took. His hands were balled into fist as he stalked over to your desk. He slammed his fist into the wood, letting out a grunt as he let his head hang low. Price rushed through the door, having brought Soap and Ghost with him, witnessing König's defeated stance. 

“She’s gone…bastard took her,” Price said through gritted teeth. 

König let out an animalistic shout as he completely flipped your desk over like it was nothing but a cardboard box. 

“Easy, soldier,” Ghost warned. 

König glared at the British man over his shoulder before shaking his head. 

“What do we do? We’re gonna get her back, right?” Soap said. 

Price nodded, approaching Konig before patting the giant on his shoulder, “we’ll get her back.” 

König could see red. 

“No matter the cost.”

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[kaiser-s-bitch]

lyric prompt drabble || Itoshi Sae (angst; sfw)

"And if you’re under him, you ain’t gettin‘ over him" - Dua Lipa (New Rules)

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It was around midnight when the knock on your front door startled you, interrupting your nightly binge watching session of whatever show you had recently gotten obsessed with.

There was only one person you could think of that would A) knock on your door instead of ringing the doorbell and B) show up at your apartment unannounced at this hour: your ex, Itoshi Sae.

Despite your relationship officially ending about a month ago, he would still drop by every now and then, not even giving you an explanation or anything the like.

He was just there, letting himself in as soon as you would open the door. He would sit down on the couch and make himself at home, resting his feet on the small table next to it as he glanced over at you with his usual, seemingly bored expression. You knew him well enough to not ask too many questions, being fully aware that they would more likely than not go unanswered anyway.

These nights usually all played out the same way.

It was gnawing away at you: the repeated process of waking up next to him, thinking for a blissful, sleep-dazed moment that everything was okay, until reality clawed its way back into your consciousness and you were brutally reminded of the fact that you weren’t actually with him anymore.

It was as though neither of you really wanted to accept that fact and face reality.

~~~

Sighing, you sat down next to him, picking up the bag of chips that you had opened only minutes prior, earning a sharp "Tsk." from the athlete.

"You know those aren’t good for you." he simply stated, matter-of-factly. You rolled your eyes, defiantly taking a handful of potato chips and munching on them out of spite. "And? Neither are you, but at least the chips make me happy."

"Hah." Sae let out an unamused laugh, seemingly unfazed by your snappy comment as he kept his eyes trained on the TV, before grabbing the remote to change the program.

"What do you think you’re doing? I’m watching that." "Not anymore." A slight smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he reclined and manspread on the couch with the TV remote still in hand. You groaned in frustration, but didn’t move from your spot, deeming it below you to fight him for your remote. You knew better.

At least this time you did.

You were not going to play the usual kind of game with him anymore, one where he purposely pissed you off one way or another, and that often started with him asking something along the lines of "What’re you gonna do about it?".

The change in his expression was barely noticeable, but you had all his moods down to the t by now. He was mildly disappointed in the lack of reaction from you.

"Is that all, kitten?", he inquired, his head tilted to the side while he looked at you with those unfairly hypnotic eyes of his.

A shudder came over you at the sound of that all-too-familiar pet name.

"Sae", you called, your tone and expression uncharacteristically serious as you straightened your back and faced him. "You can’t do this anymore. We can’t."

His interest was piqued, he turned to the side to face you, resting his head in his palm. "Are you that upset about me interrupting your little show?", he mocked, raising his brows in disbelief.

"You know that’s not what I meant. You can’t come here anymore." It took every ounce of strength you had left to utter those words, keeping eye contact with him during made it even harder. The moment of silence ensuing was almost unbearable.

"What." Sae deadpanned, it didn’t sound like a question, more like an odd kind of statement.

You sighed, deciding to elaborate on your words despite knowing he knew what you were referring to just as well as you did. "We broke up over a month ago. We broke up because you weren’t willing to change, and I wasn’t willing to just accept that. I am also not willing to have you keep using me for your convenience, nor as your occasional booty call."

He scoffed in response, his eyes narrowing at you. He was never one to actually argue, he was one to say his piece and be done with it.

But in this case, Itoshi Sae no longer even had a piece to say.

He had known that it would only be a matter of time until you would kick him out for good, but that didn’t stop the pro player from overstaying his welcome over and over again for the duration of the past month.

"I know", Sae muttered, quiet but still audible. He got up from your couch and sauntered over to the front door, his posture visibly tense. You got up as well, accompanying him to the door to see him out.

When he turned to look at you, something inside of you squirmed and cried in pain. It was the same part of you that had forced you to go along with his whims up until now, letting him use you as he pleases only so you wouldn’t have to let him go.

You had never wanted to let him go, but there was no longer any room for arguments, the time of discussions and pleas from your side had ended long ago. You loved him, and you knew he loved you as well, but you also knew it wasn’t enough. And now, you were finally done pretending it was.

"Thank you" was the last thing you managed to get out, barely more than a broken whisper, as you opened the door, a cool night breeze sneaking past you. Sae only nodded in response before averting his gaze, stepping out into the night.

This time, you closed and locked the door behind him.

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a/n: I rarely ever write actual angst, or I at least give it a happy ending, but I guess not this time lMAO

[teecupangel]

I had an idea, but am stuck on a Desmon/Deimos (Alexios) fic. I don't no which way to take it. Either way it starts a little after Kassandra first sees Deimos is alive, Desmond gets teleported back in time. Dropped right at Deimos' feet. He thinks Desmond is a "demigod" to and a gift from the gods. Spins it in his own head that Desmond could be the Aphrodite to his Ares. Every god has a consort after all.

Now here is where I'm torn. Would it be better to go with

A.) Desmond escapes him and as Demios is hunting him down at the same time Desmond runs into Kassandra. He tells her there is a maniac hunting him and Kassandra is just like "well that sucks I'm in the middle of something, but stick with me and I'll help you." unaware that it is her brother hunting him. They stick together, bond, and somewhere down the line Demios catches up to them.

B.) Stockholm syndrome Desmond who is just tired of everything and kinda just gives in. Cause Demios is certainly devoted, obsessively so, but is it such a surprise that Desmond just wants someone to love him.

C.) Not quite Stockholm syndrome Desmond where he sees what the cult has done to Demios and tries to help him through it because all he sees is a more dramatic version of the farm. Demios being a more suped up version of what they wanted him (desmond) to be.

Or D.) Dark Desmond who is equally as tired as B desmond but goes about it much more different. He has a rather powerful "demigod" in love with him who would raze cities in his name and lay any treasures he asks for at his feet. Demios could help him get more POEs and hell, maybe even kill an isu your two. How could he pass this up?

Those are some ideas but I'm not sure which is the more pleasing option.

Any help would be appreciated <3

Sorry nonny, this answer is a month late TTATT

Also, if by help you mean help you choose, I will be no help at all.

Instead, I’ll give you more ideas for each ideas you have XD

A) This could easily turn into a found family between Desmond and Kassandra, with the crew of the Adrestia as well. In this one, you can focus on Desmond joining Kassandra on her travels because he has nowhere else to go and Kassandra doesn’t mind picking up ‘strays’ as long as they work at the ship. Plus, Desmond was good at sailing, more than anyone else in the crew. He also has the strangest ideas for upgrades that works really really help so, truly, Kassandra wouldn’t mind saying that Desmond was a godsend. Of course, Deimos would see them close and become jealous. It doesn’t matter if Kassandra and Desmond don’t have any romantic feelings to one another, the fact that his Aphrodite chose his older sister instead of him just covers his wounds with salt and he’d become more obsessed with having Desmond. This could be the one where Deimos has a heel turn and a redemption arc or… a story of how obsession can burn everything around it.

B) This can be the smuttiest of the four with a heavy serving of a not healthy dom-sub relationship. Their relationship would be toxic for both of them and this is one where Desmond doesn’t really care about anything while Deimos tries to win his affection by doing what he does best… murder and chaos. This can turn darker than D honestly.

C) Okay so this is like B but Desmond keeps his sanity and tries to help Deimos to his redemption arc. This would work better as a slow burn with Desmond simply trying to help him, not realizing that he’s falling in love with him until it’s too late, he’s in too deep and fuck it he’ll follow Deimos to the depths of Tartarus just so he could drag him back up.

D) You can make this a Dark!Desmond setup where the pain of dying and being thrown into the past had changed Desmond in more ways than one. In this one, they could both be two people starving for love and affection that found one another. But instead of helping each other be better, they just make each other worse. A lot of “the world versus us” mentality with Desmond being the whisper in Deimos’ ears that would lead to him taking out the cult himself just to please Desmond. Desmond, on the other hand, does love Deimos, he truly does, but he also has a warped sense of justice by this point and would probably create his own Assassin Brotherhood. This one could have Deimos worshiping Desmond as a god turned mortal, more of the Persephone to his Hades than the Aphrodite to his Ares.

[jacksfandomrandom]

I read one AU that was similar to my trans genderbend headcanon that it have me motivation to write this. That fic that inspired me was LuxTheChaotic's Genderbent series on AO3

How Eve Became Steve

Notes: Before I start, I'd just like to say that I do not wish to erase lesbians and or the sexuality. This will NOT be straightwashed either. Only genderbended. it's not sex-bended though because Vaggie will be a trans man and Charlie is a cis man in this AU. I am really sorry if this offensive.

Tw: t slur

Also this technically was requested by anayapookie on wattpad

Summary: Genderbend AU where Vaggie falls because they tried to tell Lute they were a man. Charles, the prince of hell, finds him and helps him recover from his injuries and start to socially transition.

Being an exorcist, Vaggie had lots of friends. Her fellow comrades and training partners were fun to hang around and joke with. Joining the army definitely helped her learn to socialize with fellow heaven-born. But everyone (in heaven at least) has that one friend that they can go to when they're struggling. In heaven, there's not many struggles though. Most of it would just be venting like about how you had to wait an hour in line at the zoo. However, Vaggie had Lute. They often comforted each other when things went bad. Their dorm rooms were right next to each other and they often had sleepovers when either of them was feeling lonely, couldn't sleep, or just wanted to goof off. They were good friends.

However, Vaggie had something she really needed to get off of her chest. It had been bothering her for a long time and she hated just keeping it all in. Lute was the only one she could trust. So one night after training, Vaggie pulled Lute away from the group preening.

"Vags, is something wrong?" Lute asked when she pulled away into an empty hallway in the dorms. She noticed that Vaggie seemed nervous or anxious.

"Um... yeah, kind of. I just... I really need to tell you something. It's something serious and important to me." Vaggie fidgeted with her fingers. It was a nervous habit that she often did.

"Alright," Lute simply said.

"B-but can you promise you won't be upset? Or mad?" Vaggie asked.

"Man, this must be serious if you want me to promise. But alright, I guess I can,"

After a long pause and a few deep breathes and hyping Vaggie up, She finally was able to tell Lute.

"Lute, I'm... I'm a boy," Vaggie disclosed. Lute waited for a second, hoping it was some kind of joke. Once she realized that she was in fact being serious, her emotions turned to shock and anger.

"No, you're not. God created you as a female," Lute argued, raising her voice a little.

Vaggie felt her heart drop. This wasn't supposed to happen. Lute was supposed to accept her and treat her as if she was a boy and help her transition. Maybe she could try to explain it to her a little more?

"B-but I don't feel female, Lute! I wanna be a boy! I want people to call me Vicky and He. I don't want boobs or these thighs. I want a boy's body!" Vag- no Vicky exclaimed. Lute couldn't even look at him. Her face was filled with disgust. Before Vicky could even say anything else, Lute summoned her sword and stabbed his eye out. Screams filled the dorms and people from the main common room came rushing into the hallway. Vicky fell to the ground, wailing in pain as blood streamed down his face.

"Sinful trannys like you have no place in heaven," Lute bellowed before grabbing his wings from his back and ripping them off. The torturous screams had almost made Lute feel pity, but the thought that her best friend turned out to be a sinful freak, overturned that pity.

Vicky couldn't see much, close to drifting off into unconsciousness due to the overwhelming pain from his mutilation. However, he managed to make out the first man Adam, emerging from the crowd. He shook his head in disappointment before snatching the halo from him and pushed Vicky into a portal leading to hell.

Charlie Morningstar, the prince of Hell was taking his evening walk around pentagram city, singing some musical tunes and overall just in a good mood. He tried to see the best in things. However, his cheerful singing was interrupted when he heard small cries and sobs coming from an alleyway coming up. He ran over there, worried that one of his people was hurt. However, instead of seeing a sinner, there was... an Angel? Covered in blood and...mutilated. But how could that be? The extermination wasn't for another 5 months.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, slowly approaching the angel. Vicky looked up and saw the demon approaching him. He just calmed down from a panic attack but it was starting right back up again. He tried to scramble but just backed up against the dumpster, causing pain to shoot up his back.

"Aargh!" He let out a shriek of pain and doubled over.

Charlie didn't know why but he pitied the angel. They just seemed so scared and in pain. He took a deep breath and slowly crouched down to them.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Sure, I'm a little confused on why you're here, but you can explain it to me later, "He pulled out a couple of bandages and began to cover his bloodied eye socket, "I'm Charles by the way, but everyone just calls me Charlie"

"Va-...Victor... or Vicky" The injured angel mumbled.

It confused Charlie that the angel had such a masculine name but such a feminine physique. But he could ask questions about that later.

"Here, use this to cover your back. I'll call my driver to come pick us up and I'll patch you up at my house, okay?" Charlie placed his tux coat over his shoulders to cover the bloody mess on his back.

Victor was confused on why this man was being so nice to him. Wasn't he in hell now? He went against God's ways and he was supposed to be punished. However, he didn't even get much time to think before a limo pulled up and he lifted. That single lift caused everything to throb with so much pain that his body just gave out and pulled him into unconsciousness.

[bathomet-writes]

Could- 👉👈 could I perhaps ask for a rise Mikey x reader short, where like: it starts with a flashback of the boys as kids, going outside for the first time and while exploring, Mikey spots this little girl on the playground and just thinks she's the prettiest creature he's ever seen, so he goes to give her a flower, completely forgetting he's a mutant and like, readers scared at first but then sees the flower and is suddenly flattered

And then flashback ends: Mikey is now left hopelessly in love with reader, who the boys have now been friends with for a long time and reader is like well dam aware of mikeys crush, but decides to act like she doesn't know to see how long it'll take Mikey, but after a failed attempt of impressing reader by almost getting hurt, reader is just like 'fuck it' and makes the first move

If u don't wanna do it then just pretend u don't see this, and if ur interested, feel free to make any changes you'd like. Also pls do not feel rushed and have a good day.

candy hearts and paper flowers

relationship: Mikey x F!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, minor hurt/comfort, kissing, sfw

word count: 5,289

author's note: omg..my first request!! this was so fun, i've never written for mikey before. i hope you like it!!

Mikey peeks his head out, lifting the manhole cover up a couple of inches to get a look around. The sliver of light that flooded out from the outside was mesmerizing. He blinks, adjusting to the brightness. 

“Woah…!” He lifts the lid even higher. 

“What do you see?” Donnie whispers. “Is it a horse? I read that there are horses out there sometimes.”

“You read that there are horses in New York? Please,” Leo sighs. 

Raph climbed up the ladder behind the other three, urging them to keep moving. “Quit holdin’ up the line!”

Leo and Donnie crash into one another, knocking their noggins awkwardly. “OW!”

Heaving the manhole cover to the side, Mikey jumps through the air. He tucks his body in to do a quick backflip, crying out a high-pitched “Hoo-wah!”

Mikey stood in hushed amazement, taking in the view of the street they popped out of. He’d only seen places like this on T.V. or in comic books, or while sneaking secret looks through sewer drains. But to stand on the pavement, feeling the dirt and grit beneath his toes, it was something else. He simply couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. 

“This is amazing! Hello dumpster! Hello alley cat! Hello mysterious rainbow-colored puddle!” He hopped and skipped with glee, greeting every object his eyes fell on. 

Eventually, Donnie, Leo, and Raph made their way out of the sewer to join him. They too were taken with the mundane sights around them, amazed at the fact that they were finally above ground. Donnie had already pulled out a crumpled up notepad to scratch down notes. Little observations of the people and buildings he saw. Leo was equally enraptured, following Donnie around as he pointed out various things on the ground. 

“Woah, a used cigarette. Cool!”

“Don’t eat it,” Raph warns. 

The red-clad turtle was trying his best to stay vigilant of his brothers, making sure none of them wandered too far off or ingested something they shouldn’t. He couldn't help but be star-struck as well, however. The ambient sounds of cars passing by and humans talking amongst themselves filled his ears. Raph claps his hands together, getting the others’ attention. 

“Okay, boys. Splinter said we could come up and explore for exactly thirty minutes. Not thirty-one minutes, thirty minutes.” Raph gathered up everyone in a tight huddle, laying down the ground rules. “If any of you mess this up for us–”

“All we have to do is keep a low profile and not die, right?” Leo scoffs.

Mikey nods enthusiastically, siding with Leo. “Easy as pie!”

“I concur. Let us all go our separate ways and reconvene here in a half-hour. Commence the synchronizing of watches.” Donnie readjusts his glasses on the ridge of his nose before hitting a button on his wrist. 

That was all Mikey needed to hear before bounding away, giggling to himself. “Cowabunga!”

Raph was soon left standing by himself as the others followed suit, going off in separate directions. Sputtering, he calls out to them. “W-Wait up! Don’t leave me alone!”

Quickly, he chooses to run after Leo across the street. 

Mikey made a beeline through a nearby alleyway to explore its contents. The smell was strangely worse up here than it was down in the sewers. The pungent scent of garbage made his nose scrunch up in disgust. 

“Nasty. Humans just leave their trash lying out like this?”

Once he gets one last look at the graffiti markings on the brick wall, he flattens himself to the corner of the building to check out the perimeter. There were a couple people walking around, talking on phones and looking somewhat distracted. Taking a chance, Mikey steps out onto the sidewalk, suddenly very nervous. 

The locals didn’t seem too interested in a pre-teenage mutant ninja turtle, not so much as sparing him a passing glance. Mikey twiddles his fingers together, almost waiting for someone to scream out in horror. 

“Huh…” he blinks. “I guess New Yorkers really have seen everything.”

He scans around for a moment, casually people-watching. There were so many humans, and they all looked so different! 

Suddenly, his eyes catch a glimpse of a playground just a couple of yards away. His eyes go wide, sparkling. 

“Omigosh!” Without thinking, he sprints over.

The playground was sizable, seemingly a part of a larger park in the neighborhood. Mikey marveled at the monkey bars, jungle gym, and various slides. He does one more double-take, making sure there was no one else around, before launching himself into the air. 

“Aw, yeah! All mine, baby.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Mikey sampled all the playground had to offer. This kind of place was the perfect outlet for all his manic energy. He swung off of every monkey bar, climbed through all the plastic tunnels, and dug through the sandbox for any potential treasures that were hidden away. 

As he buried himself within a sand castle he constructed, Mikey patted himself into a cocoon. “There, perfect.”

“What are you doing?” A tiny voice calls out.

“Hm?”

Mikey turned his head toward the swingset to his left. Somehow, he failed to notice a human girl sitting right beside him. She sat clutching the chains of the swing, letting her foot move herself slightly back and forth. 

“I said, what are you doing? You’re gonna get sand everywhere.”

Mikey laid there, looking up to the sky in deep thought. Only his head was visible, while the rest of his body was buried in the sand. That must be the reason why she wasn’t terrified by the sight of his unusual green skin. 

“I like being buried.” He chirps. 

The girl continued to stare, pushing herself lazily on the swing. “Whatever.”

Mikey turns back and gives her a pleasant smile. He was thankful for the company, even if it was a slightly annoyed human. As he opened his eyes to fully look at her, he felt a sudden tightness in his chest. And it wasn’t just from being trapped in a sand prison. 

Mikey didn’t know how to describe it. He could look at a painting and call it beautiful, or look at the moon up above and say it was enchanting. But the person sitting next to him, looking at him with slight indignation, left him gobsmacked.

She tried to look away and continue to enjoy her swing in peace, but she felt Mikey’s eyes bore into her. 

“Do you want me to leave or something?” She sighs.

“What’s your name?”

She turns back to him, a small frown gracing her charming features. The way her scowl curled to the side was adorable. Every minute detail of her face was drawing Mikey in. 

“What’s your name?”

Suddenly, Mikey sits up and lets the sand fall from his person. “Michael. Angelo. Michaelangelo!”

Her annoyed expression falls away as she takes notice of his shell. The green skin, the bald head, suddenly it clicked. 

“You’re a…?”

Mikey scrambles up, putting his hands out in a placating gesture. “I-I know, it’s weird! Is it the mask? It’s the mask, isn’t it?”

He reaches up to untie it and pull it off of his head. Holding it out before him, Mikey waves it around in her face. “See!”

Scoffing, she bats his hand away. “I mean you’re a turtle!”

Mikey secures his mask back on before giving her another winning smile. He shoots his hand out for a shake. 

“Yup! And you are…?”

“I’m leaving.” She slaps his hand away again, rejecting his friendly gesture. 

Mikey watches as she moves to sit up, heart-broken. His lips tremble slightly as he rubs at his hand. Maybe he was being too presumptuous, but he didn’t really expect to get such a cold welcome his first day up on the surface. 

His eyes search around, desperate to find a reason to make her stay. “Wait! I can push you on the swing? If you want…?”

She stops, looking back at Mikey. After a couple seconds of contemplation, she sits back down.

“I guess that’s fine.”

Instantly, Mikey’s mood does a 180. “Yes!”

Stepping behind her, Mikey places his hands on the chains. He begins to step backward and lift the girl into the air. She gulps, her hands gripping tighter.

“This is kinda high.”

“That’s the best part! Here. We. Go!”

Then, Mikey reels back and lets the swing go. He doesn’t take into account the fact his strength was a little more intense than most, accidentally sending the girl flying.

Screaming, she does a full rotation. Mikey stares on in horror as she does another spin. And another. Eventually, she becomes tied to the top rung of the swing set, bound tightly by the chains. 

“That, uh…might be a little too high?” He chuckles.

“GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!” She wails, wiggling against her restraints. “How did you even do that?!”

Mikey quickly jumps up into the air and lands on the bar. He gives her an apologetic look, feeling like he was in real trouble. 

“Sorry! I’m so, so sorry! Let me just—“

She blinks at him, watching as he untangles her from the swing. “You’re…really strong!”

She grins in spite of herself. Her limbs finally go slack and she’s pulled up into Mikey’s grasp. He holds her for a second before gently setting her back on the ground. 

“I’m really sorry again. I kinda can’t control my own strength yet.”

Mikey hangs his head as he lands on the wood chip surface of the playground. 

She kicks her feet, feeling a little awkward for making such a fuss about it. He looked so genuine, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

“It’s fine…That was actually kind of fun.”

Mikey looks up, hopeful. “It was?”

She nods, holding out her hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Mikey beams, his eyes shining like stars. He wasn’t sure what it was about this girl that was making him so upbeat. Well, more upbeat than he usually was. He launches forward and brings her into a tight hug, shaking her back and forth. 

“Y/N! You’re my first new human friend! The first of many!”

She groans, trying to escape his enthusiastic hold. “Okay, that’s enough!” 

Chucking, he releases her. “Right. Sorry, too much.”

Mikey rubs the back of his head, smiling goofily at her. She flits her eyes down to his mouth, noticing his missing tooth. Without thinking, she covers her mouth. 

“Your teeth.”

Mikey, feeling suddenly very bashful, closes his mouth. “Yeah, I know. My dad says the tooth gap will go away eventually, but…”

The girl blinks, moving her hand away. She didn’t mean to make him embarrassed at all. To Mikey’s shock, she breaks out in quiet laughter. 

“H-Hey!” He shouts, waving his hands around. “That’s not very nice!”

She laughs even harder, moving her hands away from her mouth. Then, Mikey sees it. She was missing her top right canine. 

Blushing, she points up to her teeth. “You’re just like me! I lost this tooth last week. That’s so funny!”

Mikey’s eyes go wide, watching her continue to heartily laugh. Slowly, his lips curl into a smile. He chuckles along with her, his voice steadily growing in volume. 

As the two of them wind down, Mikey’s smile falls away. He never really interacted with a real human before, was this how he was supposed to feel? His stomach was full of butterflies, hands opening and closing out of sheer restlessness. 

“Can I give you something?”

Walking back to lean against the swing, she nods. “Depends.”

Mikey sweats, realizing he didn’t really have anything to give her. He pats his chest, searching for a gift. “I— I’m gonna give you…”

Looking down, a couple of dandelions sprouting out of the corner of the sandbox catches his eye. Mikey quickly picks them from the ground and presents them to her. He accidentally tore them out by the roots, stringy grass and dirt dangling from the flowers. 

“Flowers! You’re supposed to give cute girls flowers!”

“You…think I’m cute?”

Before he can respond, Mikey notices a large clock face against the side of a neighboring building. It had already been a half-hour! Panicking, he shoves them into her hands before running away.

“GOODBYE!” He screeches.

Mikey peels out, sprinting back toward the direction of the manhole cover he emerged from. He stumbles and trips on the wood chips, accidentally getting some in his mouth. 

“Blecch—!”

He scrambles up to continue his ungrateful exit, leaving the girl behind. She sits dumbfounded, staring at the bouquet of dandelions. A small blush colors her cheeks. 

—

You smile to yourself, remembering the day you and Mikey first met. 

You look over to him as the two of you stroll through the same park. A good number of years later, things were relatively unchanged. The playground had a couple of updates, some new equipment. Tonight’s destination, however, was the botanical gardens. Mikey insisted that you accompany him tonight, eager to show you the exhibits.

“And, why couldn’t this have waited until tomorrow again?” You ask.

“Because,” he skips ahead, giving you his signature gap-toothed smile. “There’s no one around at night!”

You fold your hands behind your back, winking at him. “So we’re breaking in.”

“No. We’re sneaking in.” He corrects.

Chuckling, you playfully shove him aside. “You just want an excuse to hang out with me alone, don’t you?”

You close your eyes, confidently walking forward. You hear Mikey sputter and cough, having seemingly been found out. He tries his best to cover up his bashfulness with a cool facade. 

“W-What’s so wrong with some good-natured plant watching between friends? You need a little more culture in your life, and who better to provide it than me.”

Mikey places his thumb and forefinger on his chin, his eyes glinting under the dull moonlight. 

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you scoff. 

You didn’t consider yourself a particularly perceptive person. Especially when it came to matters of deciphering people’s intentions. But, Michael was unfortunately kind of an open book. He wore his heart on his sleeve, the poor guy. 

Even a fool could see that he was head over heels for you. You’re not too sure if Mikey had always had a crush on you, but lately he had made quite an effort to shower you with attention. His texts were more frequent, sending you random online quizzes and songs that you just had to see. Mikey was always pretty touchy-feely with his family and friends, giving out plenty of hugs. He was a very physically intimate turtle, sometimes to your detriment. 

“We’re here!”

His voice rips you from your thoughts and you glance up. 

Before you stood a grand building, composed almost entirely of glass windows. The yard surrounding the gardens were almost a little more impressive, countless hedges and water features decorating the area. 

Mikey slides up next to you, waggling his eyebrows. “Right?”

“Okay, this is pretty cool.” You smirk.

“I know. Allow me to razz my tazz…”

You watch as he backflips into the air and sticks to the exterior of the glass building. How did he do that, you wonder? Mikey feels around the glass panel, looking for the loose edge to wiggle himself into. He finally finds it, knocking his elbow against the window. 

Suddenly, he slides in, letting out a surprised squawk. “WOAH—!”

You cringe hearing him fall through a number of limbs, leaves shaking and vines ripping from the impact. The jungle of foliage inside was dense, so you can’t really see where Mikey lands. You run up to the service door, waiting for him to give you some sort of signal.

“Oh, Michael? Are you dead?” You cup your hands together, calling out to him in a sing-song voice. 

Pressing your face against the door, you strain your ears to listen closely. Silence. You click your tongue in annoyance.

“I’m gonna call Raph.” You slowly reach for your pocket.

Mikey slams his head against the other side of the door, his pleading face squished against the glass. “NO, DON’T!”

“AAAH—! Don’t jumpscare me like that!” You shriek. 

Mikey quickly throws open the door before pulling you in by your shirt collar. Stumbling in, you nearly fall over. You huff indignantly while he lifts you back up on your feet. For such a little guy, he sure was strong. 

“Falling for me already, eh?” He jokes. 

You flick his nose. “In your dreams.”

He awkwardly snickers at you, feeling a little shy about his casual flirtation. Mikey didn’t know if he was coming off as cute or just creepy, unable to gauge your reaction. You were always a little more cool and collected than him, your quick wit and charm rivaling even Leo’s. It was humbling, even a little attractive. He follows you from behind like a love-sick puppy, desperate to impress you. 

The two of you eventually walk into the center of the botanical garden and stand in awe of the plant life. Part of you wishes that Donnie was here to inform you both on each and every plant name, he was full of fun facts like that. But, you were happy just to have Mikey here to yourself. It was a good opportunity to test out a theory you had brewing in the back of your brain. 

“So, what first?” You smile, turning to Mikey. “Lead the way.”

He gives you an even bigger smile, eager to have you on the hook. “Oh! There’s that one stink plant!”

He directs you to the right, walking ahead of you before stopping dead in his tracks. You peek your head over his shoulder, looking around curiously.

“What?”

“I, uh— I forgot we kinda made it into a mutant with a security guard.” He chuckles.

You stare at his face, looking all at once bashful and spacey. Smirking, you edge your head closer to his. You were usually pretty touch-averse, but maybe you could try being more physically intimate with him. Just to see what would happen.

“Maybe that’s for the best. I know you have a very sensitive nose,” you whisper. 

Mikey covertly gulps, caught off guard by your sudden closeness and your low voice in his ear. “Let’s go look at the babbling brook! I think I can hear it…babbling!”

Spinning around, he grabs your hand and drags you along behind him. 

You bite at your lower lip, entertained by his flustered behavior. You hated to admit it, but teasing Mikey was just too much fun. You hold his hand tighter.

“Aww, it’s like a tiny waterfall!” You gush, walking up to stand beside Mikey. “I wonder if there are any fish in here?”

Mikey shakily lets go of you, placing his hands on his hips. “There actually are. Lemme show you!”

You furrow your brows, watching Mikey step into the tiny river. The water led to a larger pond, lilly pads and other aquatic plants scattered about the surface.

“That’s probably a bad idea,” you warn. You follow him along the bank, careful not to step on any of the flowers.

“Relax. I’m a turtle, water is my natural habitat.”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t Ornate box turtles drown really easily?”

He tosses his head at you, continuing to march forward. “That’s a myth.”

You fold your arms over your chest, meeting his cocky gaze with your unimpressed scowl. 

“Let’s see…I think I saw a fish somewhere around here.” Mikey leans down, moving aside a lily pad to investigate. “Ah-hah! Told ya.”

He shoots back up, holding out an orange-spotted koi fish. It thrashed wildly in his grasp, flapping its tail against his hand. 

Sighing, you walk closer to the edge of the pond. “You’re gonna regret that.”

“I’m putting it right back, okay? Chill—“

Suddenly, a whole army of koi fish swarm around Mikey’s feet in the water. They apparently did not take too kindly to his rude intrusion. You wordlessly watch on as Mikey got practically attacked by a dozen or so fish, their tails repeatedly slapping against his body.

“Woah, hey! Stop that! I’m not your enemy! AAA—!” Mikey tries to run out, lifting his legs high and shaking off a fish that had clamped its jaw onto his foot. 

Your hands grip onto your arms in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. But, as soon as you see Mikey fall into the water, you break. Cackling, you grab at your sides as Mikey pitifully splashed around in the pond. 

“This is amazing!” You tease. “I’m sending this in the group chat.”

“Help me! I lied, I’m drowning!” Mikey screams, waving his limbs about. 

You hold your phone out and start recording a video, chuckling. “The water’s barely a foot deep.”

The last koi fish gives Mikey a harsh slap across the face, leaving him behind to lie in the water. He looked utterly shocked and defeated. 

Once you’ve gotten all the evidence you need, you stow your phone away and kick off your shoes and socks. You were cruel, but you weren’t that cruel. 

“Okay, I think you’ve had enough.” You roll up the cuffs of your pants and gingerly step into the pond, holding out your hand to Mikey.

Blinking up at you, he scowls. “I could have died back there.”

You purse your lips, resolving to just reach down and pull Mikey up by the edge of his plastron. “Serves you right for disrespecting the pond.”

As you lifted him out of the water, his body was stiff as a board. His face was still screwed into an exaggerated frown. You can’t help but chuckle again at him, wiping off some pond scum that had gotten stuck to his shell. 

“What?” He pouts.

“You’re so cute when you look like that.” You pull Mikey out of the pond, peeking back at his offended expression.

“That’s totally not demeaning.”

Once you both get back onto the path, you give him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, okay? You just have a naturally cute face.”

Your hands drift up to land on Mikey’s face, gently squishing his cheeks. His eyes were still angry, but you could tell from his blush and his wavering frown that you were really testing his resolve. You knew he wasn’t really mad, just embarrassed. It only made him even more cute. 

Mikey stared at you, using almost all of his willpower not to melt into your touch. You had never been so brazen, so comfortable with casually touching him like this. The cheeky way you were looking at him only made him more flustered. Clearing his throat, he dips out of your hold. 

“The succulents are over here.”

Huffing, he marches away. You can only smirk to yourself as you follow behind. Maybe you were teasing him a little too much. You didn’t really care, though. With a pep in your step, you catch up to meet him at the desert flora section. 

You saw a collection of cacti, some towering over your heads, others small and rotund. Mikey shakes off his growing nerves to present them to you. 

“Behold, the pokey plants. As you can see, they are covered in pokey bits.”

Nodding, you sit your chin upon your fist. “Ah, yes. Very pokey indeed.”

The two of you nod to one another in mock-seriousness. You watch as Mikey begins to smile again, and you feel a little relieved. While you quite enjoyed seeing him playfully mad, you can’t deny that you miss seeing him happy. 

Mikey quirks his head to the side, an idea knocking around in his head. “I wonder…”

You cock your head as well. “Wonder what?”

“Dare me to touch it?” He lifts a hand up toward a particularly sharp-looking cactus. 

You shift your eyes from the plant and back to him, cautiously interested. “I won’t stop you.”

“I’m gonna do it,” he warns. 

“Fine. See what happens.” You toss your hand over your shoulder, walking away. This was bound to end well. 

Before you know it, you hear a loud crunching sound behind you. You twist around to find Mikey crumpled over the cactus’s broken trunk, absolutely covered in thorns. His eyes were as wide as saucers, almost in disbelief of his own actions. 

“Michael!” You gasp. “I swear to god.”

Shuddering, he crawls out of the exhibit, moving through the pebbles that laid about. “Pain…I’m in pain.”

You turn your back to him, exasperated with his antics. “I’m not helping you.”

“Don’t need it. I’m perfectly capable of helping myself.” He stands, legs wobbling. He tries to grab at a large spine poking out of his forearm. 

“Ow.” One thorn. 

“Ow.” Another. 

You grumble, listening to Mikey remove the spines one by one. This was just sad. You slowly turn around, watching as he stands there plucking at his arm. Sighing, you decide to be a little more merciful. 

“You’re lucky you have that shell.” 

You find a nearby bench and plant yourself on it. You pat your hand to the seat next to you, beckoning him to sit down. “Come here.”

Mikey quickly pads over to sit in front of you, swinging his legs around the bench. You follow suit and do a once-over. Thankfully, his legs were mostly unharmed, but his upper body and face were covered in barbs. 

“What did we learn?” You sigh, carefully removing all of the larger spines. 

Mikey tries holding back each cry of pain as you pluck them out, his eyes squeezing shut. “I wasn’t trying to throw myself into a cactus, you know. I just tripped.”

“That’s why are you covered in pokey bits?”

“I– Ouch!” He seethes, recoiling away from you. “I was trying to be cool, okay. Aren’t you impressed?”

Chuckling dryly, you move on to the smaller, more difficult barbs. You knew he was just trying to show off, even if it was kind of pathetic. Internally, you frown. No, he wasn’t pathetic. You somehow felt bad for even thinking that. It wasn’t like he was putting on airs, or being fake. He was actually pretty genuine. 

“Not impressed. Just slightly concerned.”

Mikey sniffs, feeling a little disheartened with your reply. “Sorry.”

You flit your eyes up for a moment. “Why do you think you have to impress me? I already think you’re cool.”

He turns his head away slightly. “I don’t know? I just want to.”

Mikey was usually pretty good about verbalizing his emotional desires. But for some reason, he felt so confused. 

After you pick out the last barb from his cheek, you toss them all away into the bushes. “There, all done.”

You were about to stand back up before you felt Mikey grab at your upper arm. You freeze, looking down at him. 

“I just– Sometimes I feel like I need to show off. Show you that I’m cool and strong, I guess? I’m not super buff like Raph, or smooth like Leo. And I’m definitely not smart like Donnie.”

You move to sit back down, staring at him. You don’t know how to react to his sudden confession, simply opting to remain silent. 

Mikey lifts his head to look you in the eye, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “I just want to make you feel safe.”

You frown. “You think I don’t feel safe?”

Shaking his head, Mikey bails on his own admission. “No, I don’t know. Nevermind.”

In an instant, you get an idea. You rummage around in your bag to pull out your old, worn sketchbook that you carried around everywhere. You leaf through the pages to land in the middle. “You recognize this?”

Mikey blinks away a tear that threatened to accumulate in his eye before looking over. “Your sketchbook?”

“No, this.” You reach in and pull out a couple of pressed flowers. They were shriveled and brown with age, but they were very clearly dandelions. 

Mikey’s sad frown melts away as he leans forward. “Those are…”

“The flowers you gave me. When I first met you, I was actually kind of freaked out. I just remember thinking, ‘Why was this weird turtle harassing me?’” You allow yourself to smile, recalling the memory. 

You hear Mikey chuckle quietly, his eyes softening. 

“But, you were obviously just a huge dork. Sweet, but still a dork. I took those weeds you gave me and put them in here.”

You carefully place them back into your sketchbook, closing it. “I carried them with me all the time, so I wouldn’t feel so alone, y’know? If I ever felt scared, I would just clutch onto this and pretend you were there.”

Mikey sat up straighter, letting your soft words wrap him up into a warm blanket. He felt so safe, so secure in your presence. 

“Thankfully, I didn’t have to do it too often. Because you were always there, somehow.”

Finally, you put your sketchbook back into your bag and look up. You give Mikey a lopsided smile, watching him look at you with quiet amazement. Reaching up, you place your hand upon his flushed cheek, bathing in his warmth. 

Mikey was speechless. Words couldn’t begin to describe what he was feeling right now. He unintentionally allows his head to nuzzle up against your hand, practically sighing. 

“You okay?”

“My skin kind of hurts.” His voice was oddly low, laced with a shy sweetness. 

Leaning forward, you debate with yourself whether or not you want to tease him even more. He looked so vulnerable right now, you wouldn’t dare ruin a rare moment like this. Humming, you indulge yourself and decide to place a soft kiss upon his cheek. You didn’t want to scare him off. 

Mikey’s skin tingles with excitement, electric sparks surging through his body. “Hahh…”

“Am I hurting you,” you whisper. You weren’t sure if he was hissing out in pleasure or in pain. 

He immediately responds. “No, you feel really nice.”

Angling your head lower, you slot your lips gently against his. The kiss is chaste and short, but you feel your heartbeat thrum in your ears. The low light of the night sky illuminated the two of you, making Mikey’s skin practically glow. Moving an inch or two away, you admire his features. 

Mikey sighs, his eyes fluttering open. You meet his soft gaze with your own. After a charged couple of seconds, the two of you break out into laughter. His head falls onto the bend of your shoulder, his breath heavy. 

“I can’t believe you did that.” He exhales shakily. 

“Pull out nearly a hundred cactus spines from your body? Yeah, I can’t believe it either.” You chuckle. 

In a bold move, Mikey smiles against your neck before placing a kiss on your hot skin. You shudder, feeling his teeth brush up against your pulse. 

“Woah-hoh-hoh! Ouch!” You tear yourself away, flapping your hands at his face. “Your teeth are sharper than I thought.”

Mikey gives you a cheeky smile, his tooth-gap on full display. “Sorry, I’m kinda pokey.”

He feels his heart swell in his chest, his limbs going limp and gooey. He wondered if he could even stand up. Seemingly reading his mind, you reach over and hook your arms underneath him. In an impressive move, you heave Mikey up and carry him bridal-style. 

“H-Hey! What are you doing?” He cries out, blushing furiously.

“Carrying you back. Because I can,” you smirk. 

Out of sheer embarrassment, Mikey covers his face. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“Neither did I!”

And with that, you make your way back to the exit, giggling with Mikey as you bask in your newfound closeness. You hope that he felt safe with you, safe enough to let you into his heart just a little bit more. 

[therottenkingsreckoning]

We're back with another one! Went through several agonizing rewrites here, stressing probably more than necessary that things all flow well and feels hit like they're supposed to. But finally, the whole extra long beast of a chapter is finished.

I'll put some stuff down below this like I did earlier- except this time, it's a link to the B Dylan Hollis recipe video I had in mind when Frank is talking about cake (a recipe I'd still love to try out myself) and the drawings of Apple the houpa I made ages ago.

Anyway, enough rambling. Fanfic ahoy!

Little Flame, chapter 7

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It was one thing for Eddie to be nervous. After all, his mate and child were on the line if anything happened. But it was another thing entirely when the other neighbors starting treating Frank the same way.

"Oop, watch your head there!" Howdy called out, passing by them with armfuls of boxes. Frank had been helping out around the bodega lately, a way of repaying the stolen test which had over time morphed into a biweekly half-job. It was also a chance for the two to hang out, since they otherwise wouldn't have done.

"I'm just saying, you should give it a chance," Frank said, continuing where he'd left off in both sweeping and conversation. "Beans add a nice richness you don't get from the regular stuff."

"But in a cake? Really? Apple, move outta the way." Howdy nudged the houpa with his foot, earning little more than a mrrp? in response. "If ya ask me, it sounds like the cravings might be getting to your head right now."

Frank huffed. "This was before I'd gotten pregnant, so I highly doubt that would've had an affect on my taste."

"Heh, if ya say so," Howdy replied, beginning to unpack the first box of the stack he'd set down beside him.

Frank would've responded further, they already knew what to say. Unfortunately though, the now awake cat-horse that was Howdy's pet had deemed his broom a suitable plaything, clamping the bristles between his hooves & teeth with considerable force.

"Nggh ...God, it's no use trying to get anything done around this animal!" he scoffed, ceding the tool to its new rightful owner. "Why do you even still keep him here?"

"Hey now, you heard what Ember said, he can't be released into the wild. And I've caught you snuggling this big dork several times, so don't try to claim you don't like him too." A lower hand grabbed the scientist's arm as they were reaching for a box, the taller shaking his head firmly. "Uh uh, no heavy lifting for you Mr. Mom."

Frank let out a noise of frustration as he realized what Howdy was saying. "Oh come on, not you too! It's like I suddenly can't do anything anymore!"

"Sorry fella, I just couldn't live with myself if you got hurt. Not to mention Eddie would probably have my head for it." The caterpillar shrugged his shoulders in succession. "Matter of fact, I can probably take care of the rest here if you wanna get going. It's been great, but I'm sure you've got stuff you wanna do."

Frank took the offer, begrudgingly. Howdy was wrong, he didn't really have anything better to do with his time. But they'd certainly not be made to sit uselessly inside the shop! No, he'd go see what Julie was up to.

Outside was nice, the weather warm and a little windy. the sounds of birds and bugs made gentle music on Frank's ears, and he felt their spirits lifted as he walked along the path. No sense in letting it get to me now, they thought. He's wrong, but I'll let him be wrong. I've got a day to enjoy.

They passed by Barbie's house, the dog herself just stepping out when she noticed him and raised a paw in friendly greeting. "Hey there Frank, you heading to Julie's house?"

"Indeed I am," Frank answered simply.

"I'll go with ya then!" she said cheerfully, not waiting for an answer as she strode up beside the grey. "Got a book I was gonna return to her anyway."

Frank let out a heavy, dramatic sigh and kept walking. "Alright, but if you get too annoying I'll go somewhere else."

In truth it was mostly just for show, and he suspected she knew that too. They'd gotten along well in recent months, her frequent visits to Julie's house meaning the two had had plenty of time to get to know each other better. And Frank was grateful for a distraction in any case, as she rambled cheerfully about everything and nothing.

"...he's got paints set aside for that, mixed the batches up himself" she chuckled, wiggling her fingers for emphasis. "Doesn't want me dippin' my big ol' mitts into the good stuff."

Frank nodded. "Suppose that does make sense. There's much less oil paint, and it really isn't meant f-"

"SHH!"

Words and walking stopped short as one of those same big hands swept out to catch him. "There's something up ahead," the dog growled, all cheerfulness gone as her ears perked and eyes narrowed to scan the treeline. Frank looked around himself, feeling a growing fear creep into the pit of their stomach until-

A squirrel darted from between the lower branches of a tree, running swiftly past them to the other side of the road. "Phew, thought it was somethin' big," Barbie said, releasing the iron grip she'd had on the smaller's shoulders.

Frank wriggled out of her grasp and frowned. "You're really getting this worked up over squirrels?" He scoffed, arms folded.

Sheepishly, she shrugged. "Can't really help it, sorry. I guess it's some kinda instinct that tells me I need to keep ya safe. Especially right now, with uhh...things bein' the way that they are."

"You mean my pregnancy."

"...yeah."

Frank grumbled, pinching the bridge of their nose. "I don't need you protecting me Barbara, I can handle all this on my own."

Barbie opened her mouth to protest further, but a glare from the other shut her down quickly. "Yeah, fine I won't bug ya about it," she sighed. Then grinning, added, "Don't suppose you mind bugs though."

Frank groaned out loud. My God, this was the worst one yet! Barbie gladly took the victory as a sign to press further, the two subconciously falling into familiar rhythms of grump and jokester until they were suddenly right outside a familiar pink dwelling.

Unsurprisingly, Julie was the middle of planning a game when they arrived, marking hopscotch squares out with chalk. "Frank!! and Barbie too!" She squealed excitedly upon seeing her friends, jumping to her feet and giving both of them a warm hug. Still on the ground, Sally laughed softly and waved a hello. "Already done with your work at the bodega dear?"

"Yes, well, he allowed me to leave early," Frank said with a roll of his eyes, sitting down beside her on the dirt. "We had a bit of a disagreement over my current capabilities."

"Oh, I'm sure he's simply worried for you darling," Sally reassured, "We all are."

Frank sighed. The condescension was beginning to get annoying, but he didn't want to ruin things with an argument when they'd just arrived. For your friends, for Julie, he thought, mentally gritting his teeth as he silently picked up another of the hula hoops the star was inexplicably wrapping in colorful tape.

Next to them, Julie was explaining the rules of her new game. "So if it lands on heads, you gotta run around the neighborhood before they catch you."

"Ough, might wanna lay off the runnin' right now," said Barbie. " 'S at least two of us who can't do much of that."

Frank turned to look at her. It was quite clear she was referring to themselves, yet he rationalized- not an unfair proclamation. It's true, I can't really run too far now without getting winded. No need to get worked up...

Julie seemed to consider it, a worrying look of worry starting to creep over the monster's features. "Oh that is true, we gotta be careful with Frank right now! Don't wanna hurt the baby."

Frank's heart sank. Oh no. Not her. They could handle the others, could pretend their opinions didn't matter to him. But Julie... "You don't need to..." he started.

"Better take out the ball-throwing too in that case!" Sally interrupted. "Maybe even these hula hoops, they could hit someone's stomach pretty hard if you spin them fast."

"That's..."

"Perfect thinking!" Julie proclaimed, already pulling her her notes to make amendments. "No running, no throwing..."

"Julie please," Frank begged, increasingly upset.

It fell on deaf ears. The three were talking as though he wasn't even there, oblivious to the building whine of stress & overstimulated rage happening inches away.

"Take out-"

"Better change-"

"Really for the best that we-"

"STOP IT!!!" Frank screamed, jumping up to his feet and throwing the hoop somewhere off into the distance. Their breath was ragged, his eyes burned so badly with tears that they didn't dare open them. "Why don't you trust me to do anything right now???? Why are you treating me this way?!?"

Dead silence filled the air, even the sounds of nature seemingly stunned by his outburst. All that was there was the rustling wind and his heavy breathing, through gritted teeth and shaking hands. Julie gently touched their arm, but he smacked it away, not wanting touch or care right now. "And you especially Julie! I thought you of all people would understand."

"Frank I'm-"

"Shut up," he huffed, already marching away. "Just shut up."

Frank felt so sick, and tired, and angry. Why was everyone like this right now? Just because he was pregnant, he was suddenly unable to throw a ball, or lift a box, or do anything he could've done five months ago? "It's like all they care about is you," he snarled, poking at their belly, "I'm just a vessel."

A sudden splash, and wetness seeped into his sock. As though this awful, awful day couldn't get any worse, he'd stepped into a puddle. But maybe it was the anger twisting their mind around- it felt good now. A puddle's full of awful germs they wouldn't want me touching. Shame if I...

SPLASH! his other foot stomped down hard into the mud, sending water flying up onto his trousers. SPLASH SPLASH! they danced and kicked around in it, somehow reveling right now in how awful it felt, how forbidden.

"I'm doing things! I might hurt myself!" He sang out loud to no one, grabbing a nearby tree branch and pulling. "Won't somebody stop me?!" It snapped, and he tumbled back into the dirt, giggling manically as they stood up and swung it back into the trunk like a sword. Then again, and again as the rage turned to violence and then into tears. Frank sank into the dirt, breathing hard as he sobbed.

"Are you ok?"

Frank opened his eyes to a familiar blue swirl above them, its owner giving them a look of confusion. "Go away," the taller sniffled angrily. Last thing he needed was people caring.

"Ok," Wally answered simply with a shrug, already turning around to start walking away. In that moment, with just how completely messed up this whole day had been, it was this simple lack of concern that struck Frank's heart all of a sudden. "Come back," he sniffled, sitting up. And Wally did.

"You're not worried about me?"

Wally raised a non-existent eyebrow. "Well yeah, if you're crying in the dirt and hitting things I'll be concerned."

"But you don't think I'm...less capable? Just because of my being pregnant?"

Things seemed to click for the demon then, sitting down next to Frank. "Who told you that? No- I mean I've never been pregnant, but as far as I know that doesn't mean you can't do things."

"Exactly! But everyone acts like I suddenly can't, or I shouldn't in case...something happens, I guess. I don't know." Frank gripped on to the broken branch, picking away at its bark as they spoke. "First Eddie being too scared of letting me climb, then at Howdy's when he wouldn't let me lift the boxes, those I could sort of understand. But then Barbie, then Sally and even Julie..." he trailed off.

Wally seemed to think. "You want me to tell them to knock it off?" he offered. "If they won't listen to you, maybe they'll listen to me instead."

"Tch," Frank hissed. "That's the whole problem though. They won't listen to me! It's...it's like I don't even matter, my feelings don't matter, and all that's important is-"

"Frank..."

Frank and Wally both looked over to see their friends standing in the road. Julie, Sally, Barbie, and Eddie still breathing slightly hard from running towards the sound of his partner's yelling.

"Hello friends," Wally spoke, his usually cheerful greeting tinged right now with the slightest anger. "Frank was telling me about how you haven't been treating them very well."

"I'm sorry," Julie sobbed, quite visibly shocked & heartbroken. "I had no idea it would upset you that much."

"You would've if you'd listened!" Frank retorted. "I was trying to tell you, and you kept talking over me."

"We...we were only trying to help..." Sally piped up nervously, then winced at the glare shot her way. "Right, you're right though. It is... your baby, we shouldn't overstep your bounds like that."

Eddie slowly approached Frank, gently helping them back to his feet. "I guess...we're all just real excited for that right now," he said. "We wanna make sure that things go right."

"That doesn't mean-" Wally started, but Frank cut him off with a gentle wave. "It's ok, I can handle it." And now that things were fully out in the open, now that his blood had settled down from its boiling point, he could.

They sighed. "I know you mean well, but... it hurts. I'm still me! I can still do things! I promise I'm not as fragile as you think, even right now. I just...I need you all to trust me, and if something truly feels like it's a risk, I'll let you know, ok?"

Julie hugged him gently, checking first he was comfortable with touch right now. "I'm a terrible friend," she said. "I'm sorry."

"You're not, I promise." Frank squeezed her tight. All anger gone, he felt so tired in her arms, and glad to have those arms back to hold. "We're all new to this thing, and you're trying your best. Just...don't do it again, ok?"

They all nodded, still shuffling awkwardly. "Hey," the grey offered with a weak smile. "How about this? You let me pick all the rules for the next game."

"Ok!"

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From his peripheral, Dick catches sight of a familiar silhouette on the rooftops.  It’s that time between night and dawn, the sky still dark but slowly lightening as the sun starts to break the horizon.  It’s past his usual patrol time, but Dick has been staying out later lately:  walking the streets, taking the city in from its ground-level.  Can’t truly understand how to help a place like Blüdhaven without understanding its foundation, from its rusted studs to its jaded people.

There’s a lot to learn through experiencing it.  If Dick has learned anything from watching Jason bring a corrupt, misbegotten city to its knees–turning rampant crime on its head–it’s that Dick’s naivety on justice and how to protect and keep people safe was narrow-minded and woefully idealistic.

Not to say that all of Dick’s efforts have been for naught, or that Jason’s methods are gospel, it’s just–Dick is coming to be aware that he can do better.  He can make an impact if he takes a step back from going through the motions and just thinks.

There’s a lot to reevaluate:  about himself, about what he thinks is good and right; what he believes of justice, law, and order; crime and punishment.  Dick isn’t the same man he was just a week ago.  His hands are bloody now, his morals muddied.  And even in spite of that major, fundamental change, Dick’s mind is startlingly clear.

There’s no guilt weighing him down.  No remorse to make him second guess.

Dick killed a man and by doing so he saved countless more.

It’s not an empty platitude to make himself feel better.  It’s simply fact.  Dick didn’t do it for all the victims though:  past, present, future.  The Joker’s blood on his hands was solely for Jason.  An act of passion.  A promise and an oath.  A vow.  Because Jason set himself up for a heartache he wouldn’t survive by asking Bruce to choose him.  A hero will never love anything more than their cause, after all, but Dick isn’t a hero–he’s always been more monster than man, everything wicked of him held desperately back; muzzled and leashed, clipped and caged.

(But Jason came back to them screaming.  He made a monster of himself and Dick recognized him–bloody hands, red rimmed eyes, all sharp teeth as he snarled to hide a trembling lip).

This is yours.

(Jason made a city bend to him; Dick readily broke.  Knew in his heart that he wasn’t meant to fall that night on the trapeze because this is it).

It’s not the first time Dick has had to rediscover himself–his values, his morals, his priorities.  It’s part of the reason why he hasn’t gone out as Nightwing since the Joker was killed, even if it was Dick Grayson who did the killing.  The larger, more important reason is because of that shadow on the rooftop, leaning over the raised edge to watch him from up above.

Dick didn’t want to bring attention to them.  Not yet.

It’s only a matter of time before Bruce comes calling.  With how painful Jason’s recovery has been–Dick couldn’t risk it.  Had everything come to blows though, Dick would have fought.  Tooth and nail, he would have defended what is his because this is yours.

Burce has his line.

So did Dick—he just redrew it.  A slippery slope, Bruce would say; Dick doesn’t think him wrong.  His commitment isn’t so easily wavered though, even in the face of depravity.

When Dick looks up, Jason waves his fingers at him.  A cheeky waggle.  The attitude has become familiar as Jason’s condition has improved, but seeing him out of Dick’s safehouse–it’s new and promising in a way that settles something in Dick.  It was touch-and-go for too long between the injury and the trauma and the grief.  Jason is bouncing back though, just like Dick knew he would.  Because beaten or dead, Jason gets back up again.  It’s just who he is.

Although Dick made it a point of buying Jason his own clothes, Dick takes note that Jason’s chosen to come out in Dick’s colors.

This is yours, this is yours, this is yours.

Beneath that dark hood—blue.  Bright and vibrant and somehow untouched by the ugliness of this life they’re bound to.  Beautiful even when their gazes catch and Dick is offered a smile that’s nothing short of wicked, all teeth and bite and promise.

There’s no viciousness in his own expression to match.  Just a slow pull at the corner of his lips, a lopsided grin that there’s no fighting against.  Regardless of what pensiveness he felt before, Dick finds his shoulders dropping in calm, stark relief.  There’s a feeling of peace that settles over him, comforting in a way that drives away all the uncertainties that plagues him.

Jason bounces on the balls of his feet, shuffling to the side while taking Dick in–dressed similarly in civvies:  hat and hood and beat-up sneakers, bruises on swollen knuckles and a split in his lip and a bruise on his jaw.  There’s a ghost of a smile on Jason’s lips, a playful light in his eyes and a charming taunt in his expression.

Jason takes a step forward across the rooftop.  From the ground, Dick follows step-for-step, keeping an eye on him.  Watching as Jason jumps between the gaps of buildings and turning abruptly to run through alleys as Jason changes his route up above him until Dick is able to find a place with enough leverage to pull himself up to the skies alongside this mess of a man that Dick has chosen and will continue to choose.

Because this–this is his line.

When Jason looks back and sees him, he looks giddy.  Finally moving after weeks cooped up; finally free because his body isn’t shutting itself down anymore, demanding rest.

Playing chase like this still isn’t the safest idea with Jason recovering, but they keep an easy pace and Dick is never far behind.  Dick doesn’t think he could stop Jason even if he wanted to though.  It’s just–it’s been a long time since Jason has taken to the skies.  Seeing him now–Dick thinks Jason doesn’t belong anywhere more.

It doesn’t matter how Jason has tried to disassociate from them:  he’s a Robin.  Even after all this time, Dick can see it in Jason’s movements.  When he jumps, when he leaps, when he flies.  It’s in the curl of his body, the bend of his legs and the spread of his arms.  It’s the ease with which he soars and how gravity can’t seem to touch him.

Jason flits about him, running Dick in circles.  The smile that slowly lights up Jason’s face is breathtaking.  It beckons him, an unspoken call to chase.

It’s when Dick hears Jason wheeze and cough softly under his breath that Dick calls it, pulling ahead until he can grab Jason’s hand in a silent vie to stop.  Jason grimaces at him for it, but a coughing fit gets the better of him, painful and stuttered as he gasps around the pain in his throat.  Same as when they’re back home, Dick rubs Jason’s back and gives him time to settle.  Recovery is slow, but it’s happening.  Jason is healthier.  Happier, even if Jason tries hard to hold onto all of his pain.

Bandages peek out from beneath the high neck of Jason’s collar.  The laceration to his throat is still an angry sight, but when Dick pulls the material down to get a closer look, he breathes a soft sigh of relief because there’s no blood staining through layers of gauze and tape.  It’s slow progress, but they’re getting there.

It’s because Dick’s finger is right there beside Jason’s throat that he notices it–Jason swallowing.  Jason turning his head slightly away, exposing his vulnerable neck and the strong cut of his jaw.  The sky around them is a soft purple with the rising of the sun, but Jason’s cheeks are dusted pink.

The way Dick looks from Jason’s eyes to his lips and back again draws a shiver up Jason’s spine.  He leans back against the wall he’s pressed against, chest heaving until he swallows thickly and forces his breath to still.  Jason’s gaze draws down, too, and when he does Dick admires the dark fan of Jason’s lashes.  They cast soft shadows over Jason’s face, mixing with healing bruises and abrasions.

Dick doesn’t move forward although he wants to.  Has wanted to since he recognized Jason under that red hood, beneath all that righteous anger and cathartic violence.

Jason kisses him first.  A shy, gentle brush of their lips.

Dick returns it, just as soft.  He reaches up, holding the back of Jason’s neck, thumb pressing against that still healing wound that has stolen more from Jason than just his voice.  Dick caresses it gently, marveling at the way Jason trembles–near to falling apart.

Although Jason can’t voice anything, he breathes a shuddering inhale when Dick presses another kiss to his lips, lingering and tender and heartrendingly gentle.  Softer than Jason’s ever been touched before, more revered than Jason would ever dream for himself.

Dick keeps a steady hold on the side of Jason’s neck, feeling the stuttering skip of Jason’s pulse.  When Dick pulls away from him, he can feel how he takes Jason’s breath with him.  There’s no fervency when Dick kisses Jason once more, just slow and languid intimacy.  Just crowded space when Dick finally pulls away to let Jason breathe, foreheads pressed together, noses brushing.

Nothing is said, but there’s no need.  Even without words Jason has always been expressive.  Jason’s cheeks are flushed, his hands held loose on Dick’s jacket.  He reaches out and mirrors how Dick holds him, a hand cradling the side of a wounded neck, brushing along the sharp cut of a bruised jaw before Jason pulls Dick in again.  It makes Dick smile into the kiss, laugh breathless when he feels Jason smiling, too.

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On the Run

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) I'm a Choices Open Heart Drabble for Day 6 of Tobias Appreciation Week

A/N Just a short drabble of Chris seeing what kind of doctor Tobias is once he's at Edenbrook.

Rating: G for fluff.

@tobias-carrick-appreciation-week @jerzwriter @hopelessromantic1352 @choicesficwriterscreations @twinkleallnight

Masterlist

It took a while, but soon there were certain sounds that Dr. Chris Valentine became familiar with over the course of a few months. The soft whirring noise of the robots Leland Bloom had on every floor to help the nurses became the norm as Chris went from one patient's room to the next. Laughter from the children's ward each time Sienna and Rafael were working there. And of course the sounds of a particular doctor running down the hallway no longer made her heart pound in fear.

Tobias Carrick had a way of making everything exciting for Chris. His method of jogging through the hallway was meant to keep the interns on their toes. It reminded them that time was something most patients didn't have.

"Plus," he told her late one night, "it gives you a chance to admire the man you plan on marrying."

Chris did indeed take the time to pause and watch him in action. As much as she loved seeing how his mind worked in diagnosing the difficult, often undetectable maladies, watching his body get from point A to point B to allow that brilliant brain of his a chance to shine was almost as equally impressive.

She knew it wasn't a serious emergency when he flashed his smile her way. If he didn't or if he called her name as he ran past, she knew she needed to run after him to help out with whatever crisis was developing.

Once tensions between him and Ethan eased some more, Chris would often see the two make an impressive team as they ran from the diagnostic office to a ward their latest patient had been placed in.

One day at lunch, Chris asked Aurora about if he'd been that way at Mass Kenmore.

Aurora rolled her eyes. "You mean the running? Yeah, he did it all the time. Me and a few other interns had to huff and puff our way into most rooms, just to be in time to review cases."

"How was he as a mentor?" Chris asked.

"What do you mean?"

"We both were critiqued by Inez, Zaid, and Ethan. Those three couldn't be more different. What is Tobias like?"

Aurora set her fork down as she considered that. "I wouldn't say he is as sweet as Inez, but he also wasn't glaring at you either like Zaid. He isn't insulting like how Ethan could get. In fact, he basically uses his bedside manner with his interns."

"So he's a charming, funny mentor?" Chris asked.

"Pretty much." Aurora focused once more on her lunch. "He has no problem taking the time to guide an intern toward the correct conclusions for diagnoses and treatments."

Chris assumed as much. Most doctors went to Tobias with a question more so than they did Ethan. He was simply more approachable.

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Later that evening in the diagnostics office...

"Hey." Chris leaned down behind Tobias to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Hey." He leaned back to meet her lips in a quick kiss. "You finished for the night?"

"I am." She rested her chin on his shoulder. "You?"

"Not quite." He gestured toward the laptop in front of him. "I've got a few things I need to show Ethan before I head home."

"You want me to wait?"

"No." He patted her arms still draped over him. "I'm not sure how long this will take."

"What are you working on?" Chris narrowed her eyes at the screen.

"I'm doing like you insisted."

She read a few of the convoluted lines. A delighted smile bloomed in the process.

"You're finally writing about your finding a cure to the maitotoxin!" She squeezed him in a hug.

"Why do you sound more excited about this than when I proposed?" Tobias teased.

Chris laughed as she pulled a chair up beside his. "Because you'll finally be getting the recognition you deserve!"

He shook his head. "I'm not doing it for that. I'm doing it to share the process of how I formulated the cure in case that helps some other doctor down the road figure out a way to find one for another toxin that doesn't have one."

"Which is how all doctor's takes should be when getting published."

He scoffed, fighting a grin over her compliments.

She propped her chin on her hand while watching him begin to type once more.

"Not that I mind being stared at, especially by you." He winked at her. "But you are very distracting."

"When do I get to read it?" Chris asked.

"You want to?" His smile dimmed. "I thought after going through it, you'd probably want to forget about it as much as you can."

"Of course I want to read not only what my hero did but also proudly show everyone I find what my soon to be husband wrote!" She snorted. "Just try and stop me."

His hand found hers as he took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to lie, Chris. This has been the hardest thing I've ever had to write."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm having to write this in a cold, clinical, completely detached fashion." His fingers laced with hers. "We both know that wasn't the case."

Chris lifted their clasped hands to press a lingering kiss upon his knuckles.

"I know." She said softly.

His eyes traced over her face. He could still remember the immense panic he felt when he found out what happened to her. Since they'd been keeping their relationship a secret at the time, he wasn't able to break down or curse with each failure. He couldn't tell the other doctors that she was the love of his life and he couldn't face the future without her.

He'd had to stay focused, not think too much about the precious minutes ticking by, and start once more on an antidote.

Writing it brought back every single torturous second of that day.

"Since Ethan's had more experience than I have with being published, he's been helping me with the mechanics and such."

"Good." Chris got to her feet. "Then I'll leave you alone so that you can get some work done."

A startled laugh escaped her lips when he yanked her down in his lap for a kiss.

What was meant to be a playful kiss goodbye changed the moment Tobias gently cupped her face.

Chris sighed into the tender, sweet way his lips moved over hers. It reminded her of the kiss he'd given her the moment he could enter quarantine safely.

Tobias pressed his forehead against hers. His eyes were closed as he simply soaked in the warmth and vitality of her soft body. He needed that reminder now that he was at the part of going in depth with the symptoms of the maitotoxin and their effects on the human body.

Chris remained in his lap, knowing he needed her to be quiet as he dealt with being haunted once more from that horrific time in their lives.

He opened his eyes and met her steady gaze.

"Am I interrupting?" Ethan asked from the doorway.

"Not at all." Tobias kissed her cheek then released her from his hold. "Chris was just telling me she was on her way home."

"Ah." Ethan "Then I'll see you in the morning, Chris."

"Don't work too long." She ordered them both.

"No promises." Tobias replied.

She placed her hands on her hips. Her eyes narrowed as she stared them both down.

"Geez." Ethan laughed, nudging Tobias with his elbow. "I've never been more happy not to be you."

"You know I won't stay long." Tobias reminded her.

"Better not." She warned.

Chris motioned subtly for Ethan to step out in the hallway.

"Hang on a minute, Chris." Ethan called out when he realized she didn't want Tobias to know. "I need to ask your opinion about Jennifer Stanley's red blood cell count."

He told Tobias he'd be right back, as he followed her out the door.

Chris glanced back at the office then smiled at Ethan. "Thank you for this."

"For what?"

"For helping him write this. I know he wouldn't do it with just anyone, so thank you for encouraging him." She replied.

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. "It's nothing. It isn't like I'm doing much other than helping occasionally with the wording."

She knew he didn't see it and Tobias probably didn't either. But she believed that their working on this after hours would help them rebuild the friendship they'd both once enjoyed.

"I know, but still. Thank you, Ethan." She said, waving goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He watched her disappear through the hallway's double doors, a slight smile on his face, then went back into the office to get back to work.