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Tyler Owens x Reader: Don't Take Him
Request: Anonymous said: "hi! oh my gosh i love your tyler x reader writings so much. could you do one where the reader is watching the tornado wrangler's livestream while they're chasing and suddenly it cuts out & she's worried something happened to tyler? with just fluff and angst and all that? thank you <3"
Word count: 3.4k
Warnings: angst
A/N: I'm afraid i'm officially down bad for tyler owens (and glen powell). send help.
The notification popped up on your phone while you were cooking dinner in the kitchen.Â
The Tornado Wranglers started a live video. Watch it before it ends!Â
You rolled your eyes and smirked. Tyler and his stupid channel, you thought.Â
After wiping your hands on a dish towel, you swiped your thumb across the notification, letting it take you to their feed.
Booneâs face was the first you saw. His goofy, contagious grin flashed across the screen. âAlright, itâs rollinâ,â he said, flipping the camera to show Tyler in the driverâs seat. âHow we feelinâ today, T?âÂ
Tyler beamed, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle the way you loved so much. As annoying as it was to constantly be competing with tornadoes for Tylerâs affection, you had to admit that his passion was admirable.Â
âOh, weâre feelinâ pretty good, Booneâ why donât you show the viewers what weâre chasinâ today!â
The screen panned over towards the windshield, showing the storm ahead. The footage was a little grainy, but the impending storm in the distance was obvious.
âAinât she a beaut?â Boone marveled.Â
âNow yâall got fireworks last weekâ this week what do you say we give rockets a go?â Tyler said, just as Boone turned the camera back on him.Â
âIdiots,â you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head. You rested your phone against the utensil jar, propping it up so that you could continue to maneuver around the kitchen and listen at the same time.Â
After a while, you got lost in the recipe you were trying, tuning out your boyfriend and his friends.
âAlright, Booneâ Lilly?â Tyler said as you continued to chop the vegetables on the cutting board in front of you. âYou ready?âÂ
âOh, Iâm ready!â you heard Lilly chime back.Â
âHere we go, folksâ as always, donât try this at home!âÂ
You briefly turned your attention back towards the video as they began actively driving into the tornado, your view limited to Booneâs shaky camera work as Tylerâs driving undoubtedly turned chaotic.Â
To avoid motion sickness, you looked back towards the food in front of you.
âSheâs gettinâ close, boys!â Lilly yelled.Â
You heard their collective cheers and hollers.Â
âAnchoring timeââ Tyler said.Â
There was a brief pause before you heard Boone. âHit the button, Tââ
âI am hitting the button,â Tyler said firmly.Â
âTylerââ Lilly said. It was the hint of urgency in her tone that had you looking back towards your phone again.Â
âItâs jammedââ Tyler said. âHere, gimme the screwdriver.â
Boone had clearly ceased thinking about camera angles. All you saw was the edge of Tylerâs face in the corner of the screen. Â
âTyler, we gotta lock it downââ
âI know, Boone. Iâm tryinâ hereâ the damn buttonâs stuck again.â
âGuysââ Lilly warned.Â
Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched the frame.Â
âGuys, itâs getting closer.â
âI knowââ Tyler said. âBoone, move your hand.â
âCâmon, man, let me tryââ
âIâm telling you, itâs stuckââ
âLook out!â you jumped at Lillyâs sudden scream, followed by the sound of a loud bang, that echoed even through the screen.Â
âOh shitââ Boone yelled, camera flying.Â
You grabbed your phone urgently, but all you could see was the ceiling of Tylerâs truck. Suddenly, gear was flying through the screenâ almost as if the truck was flipping. You held your breath, panic and dread flooding through your entire body as you watched helplessly.Â
âHang on to somethââ Tylerâs voice was suddenly cut off along with Booneâs feed.Â
The Tornado Wranglers live stream has ended.Â
Even after their video went dark, you continued staring at your phoneâ like you were hoping Boone would pop back up any second, laughing like this was some sick, twisted joke.Â
Except you waitedâ and waited, and Boone never popped back up.Â
And neither did Tyler.Â
Frantically, you pulled up your contacts and clicked on Tylerâs name. You had an unspoken agreement that no matter what he was doing during a chaseâ if you called, he answered.Â
So thatâs exactly what you did.Â
But your nerves werenât settled. In fact, you stopped breathing all together when Tylerâs phone went straight to voicemailâ something he swore heâd never do.Â
Hoping that he just had bad service, you called a second timeâ and then a third. But each time you heard Tylerâs voice telling you to leave a message at the beep, you felt the pool of panic inside of you rising higher and higher.Â
âCâmon Tyler,â you muttered to yourself.Â
Stupidly, you let your hopes get up when Lillyâs phone actually rang. But when that went to voicemail too, your hopes just about shattered. You didnât even bother to try Booneâ he may have been the camera guy, but he almost never had his own phone within reach.Â
After your fifth attempt to reach Tyler, you finally did leave a message.Â
âHey, itâs me. I was watching the livestream when it cut out and Iââ your voice cracked, causing you to stop and take a shaky breath. âListen, I just need to know that youâre okay. So please call me back.â
With that, you hung up the phone, setting it on the counter after finally realizing it probably wouldnât be beneficial to try calling him a sixth timeâ no matter how badly you wanted to. You stared ahead out the window that was over the sink. It was blue skies where you wereâ just a few wispy, thin clouds overhead. Nothing that remotely resembled what Tyler had just driven through. Â
You didnât even know where he was chasing today. Youâd meant to ask when heâd called you last night from his motel room, but youâd gotten distracted by the dog whining to go out and ultimately forgot. Now, you had no way to contact him and no idea where he wasâŠÂ Â
Suddenly, a sob bubbled in your throat. Before you could filter or control it, you were letting out a shaky gaspâ shoulders shuddering as you gripped the edge of the counter and doubled over.Â
You felt it everywhereâ from your mind down to your toes, your entire body reacted to the cruel, impossible idea of something happening to Tyler.Â
Maybe he was fine, you told yourself. Maybe Boone just dropped his phone and the feed cutâ But even as the thought crossed your mind, you knew it was ridiculously unlikely. You saw those things go flyingâ you heard Lillyâs scream.Â
Maybe the car flipped, maybe it was crushed.Â
Maybe Tyler was pulled right from his seat, tossed into the oncoming storm.Â
Maybe he was hit with flying debris, his body mangled and bruised and brokenâ
âNo,â you whimpered to yourself, shaking your head. âNo, no, noâ pleaseâ please don't take him, please don't take him.â
You weren't even sure who you were pleading to, all you knew was that you couldnât imagine Tyler not being okay. He was the strong oneâ always steady, always certain. He was your rock, the person you leaned on for absolutely everything. And the idea of him being hurt somewhere was unfathomable. Tyler didnât get scaredâ Tyler didnât get hurt. Tyler drove into oncoming tornadoes and stayed strong.Â
To your absolute despair, all you could do in the upcoming hours while you waited for any sort of news, was hope to God that was still the case.Â
Eventually, you found a home on the kitchen floorâ back against the cabinets and knees hugged tightly to your chest to try and withstand the dread raging inside of you.Â
âŠ
Tyler put his truck in park outside of the house before running a hand through his damp, windblown hair. After the day heâd had, heâd never been happier to be home.Â
It wasnât the first time heâd flipped in the truck. Thanks to the roll cage, they wound back upright with next to no damageâ but Tyler knew itâd been his fault. The stupid rods had malfunctioned againâ something Tyler had been meaning to take a look at for the past month. Except every time they got stuck, heâd managed to fix the jam before the storms actually hit. But this time, heâd been too late.Â
Luckily, his two passengers were even bigger adrenaline junkies than he was. The truck had barely landed back on its wheels before Boone was hollering and pounding his fist against the ceiling in excitement. And Lilly wasnât far behind him. Meanwhile, all Tyler could do was look down at his shattered cell phone and hope to hell you wouldnât need to reach him for the rest of the night.Â
As soon as Tyler walked through the front door of your shared house, he noticed signs of you everywhere. The lamp near your reading chair was turned on, and the blanket you always used was strewn across the couch messily. He noticed the mug resting on the coffee table, thinking to himself that it was almost certainly half full of the tea you always insisted on making at night but never finished.Â
He smiled to himself, as he bent over to untie his muddy boots, eager to spend the rest of his night holding you close.Â
He had barely managed to toe off his final boot when he heard shuffling from the kitchen.Â
âTyler?âÂ
He could instantly tell that something was offâ your voice sounded so muffled and choked up. Â
âHey,â he said, turning to offer you a smile. But it faded from his face at the sight of you. Your body was trembling, shoulders slumped and arms wound tightly around yourself. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy from what looked like hours of crying.Â
âBaby?â he said.Â
In response, you covered your mouth and hunched over just in time for a sob to escape your lips.Â
Instantly, Tylerâs stomach dropped to the floor.Â
âHey,â he said, hurrying forward. He hesitated, hands hovering near your shoulders. Heâd never seen you like thisâ so fragile and broken and obviously devastated over something. But he had no fucking idea what it wasâ which meant, he had no fucking idea how to fix it.Â
Your hair had fallen in your face, but he could still see the tears rolling steadily down your rosy cheeks as you gasped for air.Â
âHey,â he repeated gently, tilting his head down so that he was closer to your height.Â
âI-I sawâ And I thoughtââ you stammered frantically, jumping to the next sentence without finishing the first.Â
In that moment, Tyler decided against his earlier hesitation and risked reaching for you. Just standing there and watching you fall apart went against every instinct he hadâ he wanted to protect you, keep you safe from anything that could cause this kind of harm.Â
But as soon as his hands grazed your shoulder, Tyler knew that heâd made the wrong choice. The moment he made contact, you lunged forwardâ hands planting themselves on his chest before you gave him a shove.Â
âYou asshole!â you yelled through a sob.Â
Tyler staggered backwardsâ more from being caught off guard by your sudden burst of anger, than from how hard you pushed him.
But he barely had time to recover before you were lunging for him a second time. Using what little energy you had, you shoved him again. âWhat the hell is wrong with you?!â you shouted.Â
Tyler took a simple step back, eyes scanning the length of youâ trying to decide what the hell he should do. When you attempted to push him for a third time, your arms barely had any energy left in them.
âHeyââ he breathed, gripping your wrists when they landed on his chest a fourth time.Â
âLet go of me!â you yelled, wiggling from his grasp. âYouâre an asshole, Tyler!â
âStop,â he begged, releasing your wrists to wrap his arms around your shoulders. You fought his hold, fists colliding with his chest instead. But this time, he didnât let go.Â
âNo!â you sobbed, but he could already feel you slowing down. Not like your shoves or fists hurt before, but with each pound, the impact grew lighter and lighter.Â
âStop,â he repeated, forcing you to his chest, despite your resistance. You were pushing him awayâ but everything about your demeanor screamed that you needed his comfort.Â
Finally, whether it was his persistence or your exhaustion, you gave up fighting and let your body melt against his. Â
Tyler planted one palm between your shoulder blades firmly and used the other to cup the back of your neck, anchoring you to him securely. As soon as Tyler tightened his hold on you, you erupted into a fit of sobsâ like all the dam inside of you needed was just a little bit of pressure to break. The trembling turned into violent shaking, and you began gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt like your life depended on it.Â
And Tyler had no fucking idea what to doâÂ
So, he did the only thing he could do, which was hold onto you tightly and let you stain the front of his plain gray shirt with your tears.Â
âI got you, baby,â Tyler whispered as he pressed a lingering kiss against the top of your head. âYouâre okay, I got you.âÂ
Eventually, he heard you take a ragged breath and pull away just enough to look up at him. Tyler cupped your jaw with his large hand and used his thumb to stroke your cheek. âTalk to me,â he pleaded.
You bit down on your quivering lip before speaking. âI-I was watchingâ I was watching Booneâs livestream when it cut outâ and then, your phoneâ I couldnât reach you. I- I called likeâ so many times, but you didnât answerâ I thoughtâ I thought something had happenedâ I thought you were hurtâ or-or worseââ
âOh, baby,â Tyler exhaled, guilt spreading through him at the thought of you having to see whatever got streamed from the accident earlier. He was the reason you were so distraught in your shared kitchen at eleven oâclock. He was the reason your eyes were red rimmed and swollen. He was the reason your cheeks were stained with tears. âIâm so sorry.â
âI thought I was gonna get a phone callâ from the hospital or- or your mom or somethingâ I didnât think youâd- I didnât think youâd come home, I thought you died,â You broke on the last admission, like something inside of you had cracked. You collapsed in on yourself, hunching over and wracking with heaving sobs.
Tyler pulled you back into his embrace, like he was the only thing preventing you from drowning. Gradually, his soft touch and gentle murmurs brought you to the surface again.Â
âIâm so sorry, baby,â he repeated, lips ghosting along your temple. âIâm right here. Iâm okay.â
âBut- the truckâ it flippedââ
He nodded above you. âIt didâ I couldnât get the screws bolted down in time. But we have the cage, the truck rolled right back upright. Everyone is fine. I mean, Boone might have a few loose screws, but thereâs no tellinâ if thatâs from the rolled truckââ
Your tone immediately hardened as you sharply pulled back again. âAre you seriously making jokes right now, Tyler?âÂ
And truthfully, Tyler wasnât entirely sure how to react. He looked down at you pathetically, chest aching to see you so upset. You being this angry with him was uncharted territory.Â
âYou could have died!â you said loudly. âI know you think you are, but youâre not invincible, Tyler! This isnât some movie where you get to drive into tornadoes completely unscathed ten times out of ten. This is our lives! I-I mean, what the hell were you thinking?â
âEverythingâs okayââ
âEverything is not okay! Iâm not okay! Do you know how helpless I felt? Watching that stupid livestream? I tried to call, butâ but you didnât answer, I couldnât do anything but wait here! I mean, what if that had been me? What if youâd seen a video of me crashing my carâ and then had no way to reach me? What if you had to spend all night wondering if you were going to get a call that I was dead in a ditch God-only-knows-where?â
For once, Tyler had no response. Because the truth was, he knew everything you were saying was right. Heâd be equally angry and frustrated and horrified if the tables were turned.Â
You wiped the tear falling down your cheek, lip quivering. âIâ I canât live in a world without you in it, Tyler. I really canâtââ  Â
In the deafening silence, he sighed. âI know,â he said quietly, stepping forward to bring you back into his embrace. He was surprised when you willingly let him wrap his arms around you, head falling to rest on his chest.Â
Tylerâs hand ran through your hair. âI know. Iâm okay, baby. Iâm right here, I got you.â
He was okay. He was alive and he was right hereâ you could hear his heartbeat beneath youâ feel his breath against the side of your neck. He was alive and unharmed.Â
You kept your eyes closed and tried to memorize the sound of his heartbeat. You let it seep into the cracks of your heart and heal whatever had been broken in the last few hours of worryingâ wondering if he was alive. You focused on the way his arms felt around youâ impossibly warm, and so, so safe.Â
Gradually, your breathing and your mind slowed. Until all that was left was Tyler.Â
Your voice was shaky when you finally pulled away. âIâm so glad youâre okay,â you exhaled. âI didnât like not being able to reach you.â
Tylerâs hand stroked your hair gently, âBaby, Iâm so sorry I made you worryâ my phone broke when we rolled. Iâll get a new one tomorrow, I promise.â
You nodded slowly and placed your hand against Tylerâs chest.Â
âYou okay?â he asked.Â
You blinked a few times, realizing how tired you were. âYeahââ you said, nodding. You felt Tylerâs heartbeat beneath your palm.  Â
Each beat reminding you that he was here and he was alive and he was okay.Â
âCan youââ your voice cracked slightly, making you wince. âCan you please just stay with me the rest of the night? I justââ you glanced down at the floor, embarrassed to admit how much you needed him. âI just need to be close to you tonight.â
Tylerâs eyes softened. âOf course, baby. Where else would I be?â
You nodded slowly.Â
Tyler grabbed your hand and led you towards the couch. He took the blanket youâd left sprawled out from earlier and wrapped it around your shoulders before pulling you down beside him. He laid back against the cushions and made a spot for you. Without even hesitating, you curled up between his legs and rested your head back against his chest.Â
âI need you to promise me youâll be careful,â you pleaded. âI know you love chasing, and Iâd never ask you to give that up, but I donât know what Iâd do if anything ever happened to you.â
You felt Tyler sigh beneath you, his chest rising and falling steadily. âI promise.âÂ
âAnd I need you to promise me youâll get those damn screws fixed. Thatâs like the third time this month youâve told me that theyâve jammed.â
You felt his chest rumble as he chuckled softly. âI will. Believe it or not, I didnât like rolling in my truck, either.â
You lifted your head from his chest so that you could get a good look at Tylerâs face. Even after all these years with him, he still managed to leave you breathless. Â
âWell then maybe itâs time you take a break and just stay home for a little while,â you teased, lips curling into a soft smile.Â
The corner of Tylerâs lips tugged upward as his green eyes sparkled under the dim light. âYou know what, that might not be a bad idea.âÂ
You raised your eyebrow skeptically. You knew you shouldnât get your hopes up, and yet, that was exactly what you did. âReally?âÂ
Tylerâs hand tucked a loose strand of your hair from your face before his thumb grazed across your wet cheek. He nodded sincerely. âReally.â
You were a messâ eyes puffy, lips cracked. You were exhausted and so shaken up from everything that had happened. And who knew how long Tyler would have to put extra effort into helping make you feel safe.Â
But right now, wrapped in his embrace on your shared couch, all you needed was him.  Â
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hiii pookie I LOVED your hybrid post like it got me foaming from the mouth ngl 𫶠you're so talented!!
If you're into it, can we get cowhybrid! reader and Farmer!Gojo specifically please and thank you? I need to see the reader all needy and desperate and Gojo being the only one who can truly give her release and and what she truly needs (feel free to remix or add anyone/anything that you please)
If you're not into it, please ignore this ask instead of refusing because I get embarrassed hihiđ𫶠anyways mwah mwah love u take care pookie
ANOTHER TRY?
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Pairings: CowHybrid!Reader x Farmer!Gojo
Warnings: Lactation + big!boobedReader + implied chubby!reader + nipplesucking + grinding + mean!Satoru + pussy!slapping + teasing.
Gojo has spoiled you for far too long it makes his blood boil and temples wrinkle when you continue to go see Toji and Suguru, it becomes a habit for you to come back in the early mornings after having a night of âfun.â
Confronting said men proved to be so fucking useless, they just laughed in his face when he said heâd kick both of them to the curb should they continue to corrupt you.
âYou need us Satoru, why are you allowed to have your nightly routines but she cant? It was gonna happen eventually.â Tojis face was decorated with a fat sneer, all those times he tried to make sure you stayed as far as possible were all for naught, itâs hilarious seeing him seething behind a cool facade.
âNever knew what Toji seen in the woman but now I completely understand his point.â Suguru yelled from where he was transporting some wood.
Talking to them proved to be useless, as a little payback he made them clean the shed from top to bottom.
Trudging back to the main house in his thick boots Satoru comes to face you relaxing on the couch without a damn care in the world.
Why is he trying to get them to be on his level when he should be punishing you, youâre the one who didnât listen, youâre the one sneaking out every night. He doesnât know why he feels this hold on you, youâre such a beautiful girl that he canât help but keep you in this small bubble.
When your eyes land on him you donât say any kind of greeting, simply ignoring his presence for the movie on the huge ass tv he bought for you and eating the expensive food he bought for you.
You look extremely good right now, your fat boobs not swollen, but your pretty lips are. Satoru wonât say it but his pants tighten at the thought of what they do to you.
He needs you right now, heâll make it up to you as much as he can.
He approaches you calmly and collected, sitting down at the edge of the couch where your legs are propped up, you still donât acknowledge him. His trained hands start circling on your soft supple skin, you surprisingly donât push him away. You give Satoru an inch heâll take a mile.
He starts groping your thighs, the pudgy things hold within the creases of his hand. He pushes your thighs apart and gets a good look at your panties: you always choose to walk around the house like this.
Theyâre extra tight the way they emphasize your fat pussy, the groan that slips from his lips arenât-something he tries to hold back, he needs you to know how much he wants you, especially wants you all to himself.
The rise and fall of your chest makes you look so cute, why are you so shy all of a sudden? Youâre averting your eyes as well.
Satoru starts teasing your clothed folds, dragging his thick finger up and down, he pushes extra hard on your clit eliciting a small moan from you. He continues this for a little, he needs you wet to take him properly.
He peels off your soddened panties and positions himself above you, finally face to face with you. Your boobs are the first thing he attacks, pulling on your shirt and letting them spill out, the little droplets of milk call to him. Heâs grabbing one and putting it into his mouth: he loves your taste so sweet like honey as it cascades down his throat so smoothly.
âNghm⊠Toru..â finally youâve decided to grace him with your sultry voice.
He bites down a little on your nipple making you jump away. He reels you right back in and sucks even harsher, thereâs barely any milk left but heâs going to make sure he gets his full.
âToru.â You call his name so panicked and yet youâre grinding against his fully hard cock. Heâs so desperate in the moment that he unbuckles his belt and lets his cock bob free.
His fat tip prods agaisnt your folds, messing with your sticky wetness, he smears it on his tip even grinding down on your clit, but he doesnât put it in, you donât deserve that.
He teases you, pretending heâs going to give you what you want just to take it all away.
âPleaseâŠâ a harsh and loud smack is delivered straight to your clit, you yelp and buckle your legs closed.
âShirt, take your shirt off.â He commands, of course youâre gonna listen, Satoru has never taken that tone with you.
Your boobs now freely spill for him to gaze at. He spreads your legs back open.
âIâm gonna give you ten slaps, close your legs for even one Iâm restarting. Understood?â You nod and your ears move along with it. He likes this look on your face: confusion, arousal and a little bit of fear.
On the first slap you make the mistake of shutting your legs closed: completely an accident but heâs having none of it, he hits your little clit again and again.
âAhn..â youâre still so fucking wet by the sixth slap, creating a nasty mess that drips to your ass. Gojoâs cock is still throbbing, he jerks himself off, smearing his pre all over.
By the tenth slap youâre gone, completely dazed and only able to whine outloud, he decides that youâve had enough with the tears that sit on your eye line. He pushes your legs back and lines his weeping tip. The feeling of sliding into your sopping wet cunt is better than any pussy heâs ever had.
His strokes against you are fast even though he should be letting you adjust, the sounds of skin against skin meeting each other is downright lewd.
He tells you to rub your nipples, it adds so much more stimulation that you canât find it in you to hate it.
His cock drags agaisnt your walls over and over, till you canât feel anything but the sensitivity of your nipples and the twitching of his fat cock.
He fucks you like that all night, even when youâre meant to meet Toji and Suguru, you canât stop creaming around farmer Gojos length and nor do you want to.
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Steve, realistically, shouldnât even be at this show. He doesnât care about the band, he didnât want to make the drive, and he had to bring Anna along because he couldnât find a babysitter.
But he was going to suck it up to go with Dustin, who immediately bought tickets to see his favorite band when they went on sale. Who called Steve this morning to inform him, somehow both solemnly and frantically, that he had the worst food poisoning known to man, and, that until he stopped puking and shitting at the same time, he could not leave the bathroom.
Steve very much did not need to know that.
With Dustin went the rest of the Babysittersâ Club, all of them having eaten the same shady pizza and suffering the consequences. The only exception was Mike, lactose intolerant but cursed to take care of his idiot friends.
He texted Steve to ask if he had extra bleach. Steve dropped it outside the house because no way in hell was he entering that building.
Dustin assured him, amidst too much detail and shockingly disgusting background noise, that both tickets shouldnât go to waste, and with no one able to babysit Anna, Steve should take advantage of both.
So, here he is. Standing in the first level - Dustin couldnât get floor tickets, thank God - of a show for a metal band he has no intention of ever listening to and holding his four-year-old daughter, who has bright pink ear defenders looped around her neck in preparation for when it gets really, really loud.
âWhen are they starting?â she asks for the fourth time in as many minutes, with a sigh too big for her little body.
âIn a few minutes,â Steve says, keeping an eye on the stage, where he watches the crew set up. Mad respect for them hustling so hard. He could never.
The seats are slowly filling up, and Steve feels a little sad for the first opener, a little sad that they donât have a full house for their set.
A group of four guys takes the seats right next to Steve, with a pale, long-haired, big-eyed guy right next to him. Heâs got tattoos on his arms and rings on all his fingers and a silver bar through his upper ear.
And heâs arguing emphatically with his friend next to him.
âIâm telling you, American Psycho is more recognizable!â he says, hands flying. Steve discreetly makes sure he and Anna arenât within striking distance. âNot to mention cheaper!â
âA prop chainsaw,â his friend - a short white guy with shorter but equally wild hair - says, âcanât possibly be that hard to find by tomorrow.â
âWe already have the axe!â
âIâm with Eddie,â the big white guy at the end of their group says. âIâm a sucker for American Psycho.â
âOkay, but Iâm the guy who has to use the props,â the fourth friend, a Black guy with short braids who looks annoyed at this conversation, like theyâve had it before. âAnd I think Iâd have more fun with the chainsaw.â
Eddie - the guy with long hair and heavy jewelry and hands with a mind of their own - rolls his eyes. Itâs a full body movement, one that has him spinning to face Steve. When he does, his face cycles through a myriad of emotions too fast for Steve to really track.
âHi, pretty boy,â he says. His eyes then dart down to Anna, who stares at him with her head cocked to the side. âPretty dad. Dad. Pretty. Hi.â
âEddie,â the short guy cautions.
âYeah, sorry, anyway, can you be a tiebreaker for us?â
âSure,â Steve says. Anna squirms, so he lets her out of his lap to stand, holding her hand all the while. âWhat do you need?â
âAmerican Psycho or Texas Chainsaw Massacre?â the big guy asks.
âYou gotta give him context.â
âNo, I donât, Jeff.â
The guy who said heâd be using the props - whatever that means - rolls his eyes and stops fighting.
âWhatâs American Psycho?â Anna asks, choosing the best time to pay attention to the conversation, like always.
âA movie youâre too young to see,â Steve says. âAnd the one Iâm picking out of those two.â
âOh, thank you,â Eddie says, using a tone that better fits Steve saving his drowning dog or something. He then turns to the rest of his friends and says, âI fucking told you!â
Anna gasps. âYouâre not sâposed to say that!â
Jeff smothers a laugh behind his hands, while the other three guys stare at Anna, half confused, half admiring.
Eddie clears his throat, looking significantly abashed. "Sorry, Miss-"
"Anna," she says.
"Anna," Eddie finishes. Then he turns to Steve. "And you are?"
"Steve. No Mister for me though. I might be a dad, but I'm not that old."
"You are old, Daddy," Anna says.
Steve frowns down at her, where she stands at his feet. She's smiling, mischievous like she always is when she says something along these lines. "I'm not that old."
"Yeah you are! You're like, you're like, like, fifteen."
Jeff gives up on hiding his laughter.
"I'm older than fifteen," Steve says gently, trying not to laugh.
Annaâs jaw drops. âYou are?â
âThank God for that,â Eddie mutters, then shuts his jaw with an audible click.
Steve tried to come up with an answer for that, but someone comes on a mic and starts playing the drums, so he moves the defenders over Annaâs ears and pays attention to the show instead.
It's... fun, he guesses. Fun if he were into it, maybe. The first opener has a lot of energy, even if the music isn't melodic enough for Steve's taste. He finds himself tapping along to the steady beat, moving slightly in his seat to the music.
It's nice background noise. He'd put this on while he grades papers. It's steady enough to fill his head but doesn't have a whole lot of lyrics he could get distracted by and sing along to.
Eddie and his friends, meanwhile, are having the time of their lives. The short guy - Gareth, Steve thinks his name is - mimes the drum part of each song with startling accuracy. Archie jumps up and down, Jeff absolutely screams along, and Eddie-
Anna stares up at Eddie, eyes wide and jaw slacked as she watches him bang his head to the music.
Steve almost snaps a picture of it, this little moment, before the second song ends and Eddie snaps out of his zone.
He shakes the hair out of his face, then looks down at Anna, who's still staring at him. "What?"
She cocks her head to the side in a mirror of his. "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"The," she pauses, then starts shaking her head really hard, side to side. Steve puts a hand on her shoulder before she slams into the chairs in the row in front of them.
Eddie laughs. "The headbanging?"
"Yeah," Anna says, nodding.
"It's a way I move to the music," Eddie explains.
"Like dancing?"
"Sort of," Eddie says. "It's easier. I look stupid when I dance."
"You're not s'posed to say that," Anna tells him solemnly. "Right, Daddy?"
Steve meets Eddie's eyes. Even with the lights down, they're big and pretty and reflective, and Steve is going to kick himself so hard if he chickens out before he can get his number.
"Right," he says, still looking at Eddie. "We're not supposed to call ourselves stupid."
"Sorry," Eddie whispers.
"Don't be."
Anna tugs on Steve's hand, then Eddie's. "Teach me."
"Anna," Steve cautions.
"Can you please teach me?" she corrects.
Eddie glances down at Anna, then back up at Steve. "If it's-"
"Go ahead," Steve says because Eddie has more than passed the vibe check at this point.
Eddie crouches down as a new song starts up, and while Steve can't hear what he's telling her, he sees her smile, bright as day.
By the last song of the first opener, Anna is headbanging along with Eddie, off-beat in the say little kids always are but more than making up for it with effort.
Steve gives into the impulse to take a picture.
When the first opener finishes, Steve picks Anna back up and takes her ear defenders off.
"Woah," she says. "Can I keep them-"
"Nope," Steve says. "They stay on when the music is on. You heard it fine, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but you-"
"I have my earplugs in," Steve says, pointing at them.
"So do I," Eddie says, and when he moves his hair back, sure enough, there are black earplugs nestled in his ears.
"You don't seem like the kind of guy to wear earplugs," Steve says.
"You don't seem like the kind of guy to come of a metal show," Eddie counters.
Anna climbs out of Steve's arms and onto his back, where she loops her arms around his shoulders and just hangs, like she does sometimes when she gets bored.
Weirdo kid, Steve thinks affectionately.
"That's because I'm not," Steve says. "I was supposed to come with a friend, but he got sick."
"Yikes," Eddie says. "You coming tomorrow, too?"
"I am," Steve says. "Are you?"
Eddie raises his eyebrows, like he didn't expect Steve to ask that. "Yeah, we'll be here. Not in these seats, though."
The lights go back down before Steve can ask what he means by that. He reaches behind him, scoops Anna back down on the ground, and puts her ear defenders on by the time the second opener strikes a scary-sounding opening chord.
Anna doesn't look scared at all. From the moment the music starts, she looks up at Eddie, and when he starts headbanging, she does, too.
Yup. Steve has effectively created a monster.
He contemplates, if Dustin is fine by tomorrow, skipping out on the show and giving his ticket to Anna, but that means not seeing Eddie again.
He really wants to see Eddie again, even if he wonât have the same seats.
Whatever that means.
Steve decides not to focus on that. He decides instead to focus on the moment. He listens to the music. He lets Anna take his hand and dance with it. He bops his head along with hers, but not too hard because he canât risk aggravating his whiplash.
He enjoys the show, even if itâs not his cup of tea. Itâs easy to enjoy the show, with Eddie next to him. Itâs easy to enjoy his wild hair and pretty jewelry and big eyes and contagious enthusiasm.
Itâs easy to see the way Eddie looks at him.
Itâs also very easy, after the venue clears and Anna falls asleep in the car on the way home, to forget to ask for his number.
Shit.
(Part 2 is alive!!)
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dare to fuck this up
summary: ever since your last game of truth or dare ellie's been avoiding you and it's time for an intervention
tags: NSFW, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs and alcohol (not used), oral (e receiving), fingering (r receiving), finger riding (r receiving), little bit of angst, afab reader, the knee thing
a/n: this took me 2 months cause i work full time and it's 10k words so. enjoy (thank u for all the love on part 1! <3) also for anyone who doesn't know the tiktok dance i mentioned i linked it. don't look under the sound you'll spend way too long watching hot women dance
part 1
You hadn't talked about it.Â
You had woken up the next morning, the sun blinding you from the window that was still left open. A cold autumn breeze ruffled your curtains, pricking at your bare skin. With one foot still in a dream, you'd groaned, turning over and pulling your blanket over your head. You had burrowed your head into your pillow - it still smelled earthy, rich with cologne and the faintest smell of weed. It had made your nose wrinkle only briefly, before you had reached out, searching for the warmth of another body - but your fingers only landed on the sheets, now cool to the touch.Â
You sat up with a gasp, the blanket pooling around your lap. But you had fallen asleep on top of your blankets, hadn't you?Â
The comforter was laid neatly over you, the pillows on the other side of the bed propped against your headboard, unbothered. The sun was streaming through the window, filtering through your curtains and shining in splatters of light against your own bare skin. Your small room was deafeningly quiet.Â
That had been three weeks ago.Â
For three weeks, Ellie avoided you. You hadn't seen her when you left to take your exam that morning. By the time you got home - after classes and after your part-time job - it was dark. The door to her bedroom was firmly shut, the muffled sound of music leaking into the living room - you wanted to smile when you realized she was listening to that song you had recommended. You thought about knocking on her door; not even to talk about what happened, really, but just because she was your best friend. Instead, you ate leftover takeout - cold because you were too tired to microwave it - and went to bed. You could hear her quietly singing to the music through your flimsy wall, falling asleep listening to her voice.Â
At first, you honestly thought you had dreamed it. You thought maybe you had fallen asleep, sleep deprivation and vodka drawing out this fantasy in your dreams to torment you when you woke. But when you looked in the mirror, the bruises were still there. You ran your fingertips across the one on your collarbone, pressing at the one left behind your ear; you could still feel the warmth of Ellie's mouth against your skin, her teeth grazing across your hips. The phantom feeling still sent a shiver down your spine, heat creeping in your stomach.Â
Ellie was trying her best to avoid you, but she still lived with you. After three days of not speaking, you resorted to a different approach. She didn't seem to have any plan to speak with you anytime soon - certainly not about what happened - so you let your body do the talking. You began wearing primarily v-necks and tank tops - ignoring the fact that it was still fall - simply to broadcast the line of lovebites she had left, her signature written all over your skin. They had faded slightly, but the purplish bruises still blossomed along your collar. You began wearing shorts around, short enough to show the bruise on your thigh; you let the fabric sit low enough to show the one at your hip, a pretty blend of colors that made you ache. The few times you did see her - when she was scavenging for food in the kitchen or right when she got home, before she could scurry away back to her room - you could feel her eyes lingering on you, gaze like a brand against your skin, burning all the spots she had marked.Â
And she would hurry back to her room, locking the door behind her.Â
Fine.Â
If she refused to talk about it, you thought, you'd just have to make her.Â
Which is why, three weeks after your original game - three weeks after that stupid fucking night - you bought a new bottle of vodka (by the time you had found the old one, it had spilled the last of its contents into your rug. Your room still smelled of it). When you got home, Ellieâs door was shut, just as it had been every day for three weeks. You kicked off your boots, leaving them in a pile in the hall, and knocked on her door.
âSorry, Iâm busy,â she called - just as she had every day for three weeks.Â
You pursed your lips and knocked again, harder.Â
âIâm busy!â she called again, her voice hard. It might have stung if you didnât know her so well.
So, you knocked again. And kept knocking, a steady, continuous rhythm that echoed against the walls. You heard Ellie curse under her breath, could hear the scrape of her chair and her footsteps, and you kept knocking. You didnât stop - didnât even slow - until she opened the door in a huff, your hand falling against open air.Â
âWhat the hell are you-âÂ
You shoved the bottle of vodka against her chest, cutting her off. She gripped it hastily before it could shatter against the floor.Â
She looked frazzled. You had seen her during several exam seasons, during harrowing projects and infuriating essays. You had seen her in the hospital, two years ago, after breaking her leg skateboarding to work. But there was something in the way her hair was disheveled, sticking up at odd angles as though she had been running her fingers through it over and over and over again. There were bags under her eyes, purplish splotches like watercolor.Â
And her eyesâŠ. Her eyes were completely shattered.Â
So you hesitated - briefly, just long enough for her to see the stutter on your lips - before you said, âTruth or dare?â
And the game began.Â
Ellie looked at you, staring for several moments that stretched into infinity. You wanted to grasp it, to wrap your fingers around that stretched thread of a moment and hold it there where it couldn't hurt either of you. You weren't ready to let it go. But Ellie was looking at you with those broken eyes, and before you could say or do anything - before you caved and took the bottle back, fleeing back to the safety of your own room - the thread snapped.Â
Ellie shook her head - and kept shaking it, as if doing so would rid her of this⊠whatever this was. âNo,â she murmured, avoiding your eyes as her grip around the bottleâs neck tightened. âNo, Iâm not doing this. Iâm busy, okay? I have an exam tomorrow-â
She moved to close the door - shutting it right in your face - but you kicked your foot out to stop it.Â
âWhen somebody asks the question,â you said, reciting the stupid little agreement you both had written out two years ago, the night you established this tradition, âyou have to play the game to its conclusion; when you run out of questions or pass out from alcohol poisoning. Those are the rules, El. Remember?âÂ
And still, she just looked at you, her brow furrowed like you were an equation she couldnât solve - couldnât even read, really. Her knuckles were white around the bottleâs neck, and when you looked down, her hands were shaking. You wanted more than anything to put your hands over hers, to still them - to bring those hands to your lips and kiss the white knuckles until she released her fists. Instead, you dug your nails into your thighs.Â
You watched as Ellie took a deep, steadying breath, clenching her fists tighter before releasing the tension, her fingers relaxing around the bottle; her hands stopped trembling. She smiled at you, but it was tight, her eyes empty of their usual mischief. âAlright,â she said, and her voice was just as tight as her fists had been moments ago - the tension not gone, only transferred. âOkay, Iâll play. But you only get an hour - I really do need to study.âÂ
Ellieâs bedroom was the same layout as yours, only flipped, the two a mirror of each other. Strings of lights hung crookedly along the walls, the bulbs casting a soft, warm glow amongst the room, the same hazy hue of a dream. An easel leaned in one corner, a canvas propped against it; there were only the barest scribbles of an outline, incomprehensible to you. You thought it may be a profile, the gentle slope of a nose and soft lips sketched in pencil, but you werenât sure.Â
You ran your fingers over her desk as you passed; it was in absolute disarray. Two different astronomy textbooks lay open, covered in highlighter markings and Ellieâs sloping writing in the margins. There were three different cups on the surface in varying levels of full: a mug half full of coffee, still steaming; a glass of water that was completely full, untouched; and a cup filled with murky, grey liquid. A few paintbrushes had been left to sit in that one, and in large writing along the cup was written PAINT DO NOT DRINK. You almost laughed, remembering all the times you had watched your roommate spit water out after she had picked up the wrong cup.Â
It felt strange when you sat gingerly on her bed. You had sat in this spot so many times before, more than you could count. You had spent so much time lounging on this bed, your laptop open in front of you while Ellie worked at her desk - on homework or her latest painting or nothing at all. There were days laid out before you where you both at lain in a crumbled heap, eating takeout on top of the covers because Ellie didn't give a shit about crumbs, an open laptop playing whatever horror movie she wanted to show you (she was always more scared than you, hiding her face in your shoulder). God knows how many truth or dare games you had played in this room, a bottle of alcohol passing between shaking fingers. When Ellie bought it, it was cheap whiskey and you hated it; you drank it anyway.Â
Now, sitting on her bed - carefully, as though you thought it might break - your skin felt aflame, a fire burning in your muscles. When you ran your fingers over the messy sheets, you could only remember how it had felt to have your fingers clutching the ones on your own bed.Â
Ellie sat at her desk across from you, folding herself so that she had one foot propped up on the chair with her, her knee folded to her chest; her other foot tapped anxiously against the floor. She was looking at you, her face strategically neutral, but it was like she was looking through you; her eyes kept shifting away, unable or unwilling to settle on you. Her voice gave nothing away when she said, looking at a spot above your shoulder, âDare.âÂ
You sighed, feeling the questions wanting to claw their way from your throat with nowhere to go. You knew what you wanted her to do - what you wanted to dare her to do - but the words would only cause her to withdraw further. You felt like you had to approach Ellie as if she were a scared animal, ready to flee at the first sight of danger.Â
Wracking your brain for something mild, you said, âTry to recreate one of those dumb popular TikTok dances.âÂ
You didn't miss how Ellie's shoulders relaxed, her hands noticeably unclenching. She looked at you and it was almost like nothing had happened; like she hadnât been avoiding you for three entire weeks, becoming a ghost in your apartment. Like you both hadnât made what had obviously been a drunken mistake.Â
The beginning of a smirk tugged at her lips as she dug in her back pocket for her phone - its case had an astronaut on it, because of course it did. The screen illuminated her face, flashes reflecting minutely in her eyes as she scrolled. She bit her lip absently - she often did when she was thinking. You tried not to stare and failed miserably.Â
âThisâll be easy,â she muttered to herself, half laughing. She scrolled through a few videos, and she had the volume down on her phone, but you could still recognize the song that kept playing on repeat; you were going to fucking die.Â
There were several minutes of quiet, only the music playing from Ellieâs phone. With nothing to do but wait, you brought your legs up onto the bed, tucking them under you; your eyes wandered around the room, taking in the stack of paintings by her desk, both finished and unfinished. The figurine she had of Kassandra from Assassinâs Creed: Odyssey had toppled on her desk, her spear falling in a glob of paint, the tip smudged bright yellow. You investigated the posters she had hung up of her favorite bands - almost all of them with female singers; she had a very specific taste. On her nightstand, in a frame made of macaroni, there was a picture of her and her dad, taken at the zoo when she was quite a bit younger, the blurry image of a giraffe in the background. She was holding up a peace sign, smiling so wide her eyes were practically shut.Â
You turned back when Ellie stood up from her chair, placing her phone on her desk. Shoving her hands in her hair, she said, âCanât promise thisâll be anything amazing, but you get what you paid for.â Even as she said it, she was smirking, a dangerous twinkle in her eye.Â
You watched as she rummaged in her closet, shoving aside probably half a dozen flannels and at least 10 different band t-shirts. She rummaged through a bucket with a few beanies in different colors, and you couldnât see her face, but you already knew she would be wrinkling her nose like she always did when she was getting frustrated.Â
You jumped, startled, when she suddenly exclaimed, pulling her head from her closet and turning to you with a triumphant grin. She held a black belt in her fist, holding it up like a trophy.Â
You shook your head at her, even as your throat closed up with anticipation. âIf it took you that long to find one, itâs no wonder your pants are always hanging from your fucking ass.âÂ
âHey,â she said, picking up her phone again and looking at you with mock offense; she was still smirking. âI donât exactly hear you complaining when my ass is out.âÂ
You heard the stutter, heard the way her breath caught after she said the words. It was so stupid - a stupid little remark that she would have made any other day three weeks ago. She wouldnât have even thought about it, wouldnât have batted an eye. You would have rolled your eyes and said something mean in response - something like, âI save my complaints for when I see your face instead.â You would have laughed and then watched a fucking movie or something.Â
Instead, Ellie only coughed awkwardly, ducking her head to fiddle with her phone. In the dim light, you could see the flush of her cheeks behind her bangs. You looked anywhere but at her, your eyes darting around to find something to focus on that wasnât how pretty she looked when she was flushed pink - how pretty she looked with her cheeks red from alcohol and exertion, her lips shining wetly -Â
Your brain short-circuited when Ellie started the music - only the bite-sized sample that was trending on TikTok. She set her phone on her desk and took a deep breath, waiting for the song to loop again as she positioned the belt by her hips. She didnât look at you, instead casting her eyes to the ceiling and muttering, âThis is gonna be so stupid.âÂ
When the music looped again, you were forced to watch as Ellie thrust her hips to the beat, pulling the belt slowly away from her hips. When she brought it up to wrap the piece of leather around her neck, pulling it taut, you were surely convinced you must be paying for some sort of crime, that this was your eternal torture. Her movements were janky, stuttering and unsure and off-beat - she had only watched the videos for a few minutes and was relying solely on memory to guide her limbs. When she tried to tie her wrists into the belt, she got stuck, her hands ending up in a knotted mess. Still, her eyes met yours when she raised her bound hands above her head - coincidentally or purposefully - and you couldnât look away.Â
This was definitely Hell. It had to be.Â
When the song started to loop again, Ellie hastily tried to pull her hands from the knot. The belt clattered to the floor, abandoned, as she scooped her phone up, fumbling with the buttons to cut off the music. She nearly dropped her phone in her haste.Â
When the room was silent again, Ellie sat back down at her desk. Last time you had played, you had asked her to do something ridiculous for her first dare, and she had grinned with pride, practically preening. Now, she wasn't smiling; she hardly even looked at you, fiddling with one of the many paintbrushes on her desk. You compartmentalized the image of her thrusting her hips with her hands bound over her head, saving it for later. You always did torture yourself with these things.Â
Ellie was looking at that same spot over your shoulder when she said, âTruth or dare?â She sounded pained, her words strained against some invisible weight. It was like your very presence in her room - on her bed - pained her, but you couldnât bring yourself to leave and give her relief.Â
âTruth,â you said, hoping against hope that she would ask you fucking anything about that night three weeks ago.Â
But she had never been that easy. Ellie had never been one to give you straight answers and she wasnât about to start now - especially not now. So instead of saying anything - asking anything - about that night that she seemed keen on forgetting, she asked, âWhatâs the worst first date youâve been on?â Before you could protest that you always told her about your worst dates, she added, âOne I havenât heard before.âÂ
So for the span of one question, you let yourself believe that you were still talking to your best friend. That she hadnât been avoiding you for three fucking weeks and this was only your typical truth or dare game in between studying. You believed that you were simply gossiping with Ellie, who had been your best friend for several years and nothing more. In the space of one question, you let yourself believe that this was still only a game and not an intervention.Â
So, in the spirit of pretend, you thought for a moment, rifling through the index of all the shitty dates youâve been on. Ellie had already heard most of them, had been there whenever you came back home; she was there whether you were heartbroken or relieved that you wouldnât see the person again. There were a few times where you had come home laughing, and she had passed you a joint as you told her all about the horrible date - you would take twice as long to tell the story because you couldnât stop laughing.Â
Finally, you said, âOkay, this was before we came to college. We werenât close enough friends in high school for me to tell you, so I donât think youâve heard this one before. Stop me if Iâm wrong.â She waved her hand for you to continue, twirling a pencil between her fingers. âI had just graduated high school so I was dating around before I left for college - nothing serious, just casually looking around.âÂ
âWindow shopping,â she interrupted you with a grin - that same easy grin she always had with you. Your heart tugged embarrassingly at seeing it again.Â
You swallowed the lump and continued, âYeah. So, I went on a date with this guy - he was some friend of a friendâs, I didnât know much about him. We went out to dinner at some local dive bar - which was already fucking weird because, like I said, I had just graduated high school.âÂ
âWas this guy a fucking cradle robber?â Ellie said, wrinkling her nose.Â
You shook your head. âHe may as well have been. He was either 21 or he was just really good friends with the bartender because as soon as he came in, he got two beers - the cheap shit, too. It tasted like musty ass.â Your stomach twisted when she laughed. âSo we sit at a booth and I finally get a second to really look at him.â You leaned forward, bracing your hand on the bed so you wouldnât fall, and made sure she was looking right at you when you said, âAnd this motherfucker was wearing a shirt that said Black Rifles Matter.âÂ
You reveled in the way Ellieâs jaw dropped, her eyes widening. Her lip turned up in disgust, and the only thing she could say was, âNo.âÂ
You grinned, nodding, and you had to focus really hard to not start laughing. âYes. And I rolled up to this dive bar, fresh out of the womb, with bright pink hair freshly dyed and a crop top that literally said Femme on it in bright pink letters - which, okay, maybe not the choice to wear on a first date with a straight guy, but still. I was in this booth with a baby face looking every bit as queer as I am, and this fucking dude with a patchy mustache and a shirt that has more problems than I care to admit opens up by telling me he doesnât like when girls dye their hair.âÂ
Ellie was rolling her eyes, on the edge of her seat. She leaned closer as you continued, âBut fine, whatever, everybody has preferences I guess. But this guy gets three beers in, and heâs already been talking about weird shit - conspiracy theories and telling me how kids today are too soft - one of those fucking guys, right? But then he stops,â you hold up your hands for emphasis, leaning even closer, âand he leans into me over the table, and he looks me straight in the eye - you wanna know what he said?âÂ
Ellie groaned. âTell me he didnât ask who you voted for or some shit.âÂ
You barked out a laugh; it echoed on the walls. âGod, I wish. No, this bitch looks me dead in the eyes, his breath reeking of bad beer, and he says, âAre you on your period? I have this weird talent for smelling when girls are on their period.ââÂ
You watched, delighted, as Ellie slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling a choked gasp. âNo!âÂ
You couldnât stop laughing, pressing your hand to your stomach as you fell back against the sheets. Her laugh filled the room like helium, making everything feel lighter - easier. Even now, you couldnât help but marvel at how easy it was being around Ellie. And for a moment, you did forget what had happened. You forgot about the string pulled taut between you waiting to snap. You forgot that this was anything more than simply another dumb game of truth or dare.
Until you looked up and saw the press of Ellieâs lips again, the way her eyes darted away, and you could feel yourself sinking again.Â
And thatâs how the hour went. Ellie - infuriating Ellie - did every single dare you asked of her. She did a handstand for a minute straight, her face turning so red you thought she might pass out. She called the local pizza place you often ordered from and asked for one hundred sardine pizzas, laughing when the poor teenage boy on the other line started stuttering. Last time, she didnât take all the liquid in the fridge and make a nauseating cocktail; but this time, she did go and find four different liquids of her choosing - apple juice, almond milk, an old flat Dr. Pepper, and the remaining vinegar in a Kimchi jar - and downed it in front of you. She tried her hardest to hold a straight face, but only ended up scrunching her eyes closed, clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a gag. She never chose truth.Â
For your part, you never chose dare. You answered every pressing, embarrassing question she asked, ignoring the flush to your cheeks. You told her the most absurd dealbreaker for a relationship. (âWhat do you mean youâll break up with someone if they donât like garlic?â Ellie asked, smiling even as she shook her head.â) You went through the original Wiggles band and said which you would fuck, marry, or kill (âThere are four of them! Do I choose to have a threesome?â)Â
And you waited. Each time you chose truth, you held your breath. You watched Ellie mull it over, her eyes darting around as she thought, and prayed that she would just ask you something. You knew it was an unrealistic wish, but you still watched her lips and hoped against hope that she would give you some kind of acknowledgement that this wasnât all for nothing. You just wanted her to stop being such a pussy and fucking talk about what happened.Â
But the clock kept ticking.Â
After about an hour had passed, Ellie looked at her phone and sighed, standing up. âOkay, I really have to get back to studying. I have this dumb astrophysics exam tomorrow and I canât wrap my fucking head around this shit, so I have to -â
âOne more,â you cut her off, standing up from the bed. You followed her as she walked to the door, one step behind her when she put a hand on the doorknob. She paused, her hand frozen there as she looked at you - actually looked at you, not through you. It was only a moment, but it was there; you could feel the way her eyes had branded your skin even after sheâd looked away. Your voice was rushed, breathless when you added, âWe havenât even opened the bottle, so whatâs one more? Just for fun.âÂ
Ellie looked behind you, back at the vodka bottle on her desk with the seal still intact. She sighed, but she never could say no to you.Â
âFine,â she said, and her voice was so quiet in the dark room; the word felt like a secret between you, soft against the tension stretched thin. âOne more.â
You nodded, taking a deep breath. You tried to sound casual - you really did - but when you spoke, you found you couldnât speak any louder than a whisper, afraid to disturb the air around you. You ducked your head, trying to meet her eyes when you said, âTruth or dare, Els?âÂ
She looked at you, meeting your eyes, and she seemed to deflate, sighing out a breath that ruffled your hair - you hadnât realized how close you were. Her breath smelled of canned ravioli and weed; it was almost enough to make you laugh.Â
Ellie took a step back, clearing her throat, and answered for one last time, âDare.â Because she was too afraid of the fucking truth.Â
And fuck it if your heart didnât stutter in your chest. You felt your fingertips buzzing, your stomach twisting nauseatingly. You felt like you were going to be sick, but you forced yourself to look up at her. You squared your shoulders, feeling like you were preparing for fucking battle, and said, the words familiar on your tongue, âKiss me.âÂ
A moment of silence passed, the words suspended between you. They were tangible, and part of you still wanted to snatch them back - to swallow them and leave, to pretend this never happened - but you didnât. You held them out to Ellie - you werenât sure if they were a threat or an offering.Â
Ellie didnât recoil, and you werenât sure if that was more insulting. She looked at you for a long moment before turning away, shaking her head and turning the doorknob. âI really need to study, okay? I donât have time for thi-âÂ
You put your hand against the door, holding it there so she couldnât open it. Your stomach was a mess, tying itself into knots that you would never be able to undo. And you knew - you were far too aware - that this could ruin everything. It could drive her further away, pushing her further into this little cocoon she was hiding in. Ellie might hate you for it.Â
But this was too important to ignore.Â
âKiss me, Ellie,â you said again, and you could feel the bite of it on your own tongue. When you had said it three weeks ago, you had been so unsure. It had been a rush of words on a breath, tinged with alcohol and desperation. The words had been so careless, a sober idea that had made its way from your drunken mouth.Â
Now, Ellie was the one who couldnât look at you. She stared at the spot where your hand pressed to the door, willing you to let go. Her knuckles were white around the doorknob. Her voice was a rumble that you felt in your chest when she said, âI need you to leave. Please.â That last word - please - made your heart break.Â
You swallowed around the lump in your throat and said, âNo.âÂ
Ellie finally turned her whole body towards you, but she was wearing a mask; she had schooled her face into a mockery of nonchalance, her eyebrows raised expectantly as she watched you. She crossed her arms, leaning against her hip, and watched you with measured expectancy, shaking her head. She shrugged and said, âWhat do you want? I really need to study.âÂ
And it was the lack of care that broke you.Â
You slapped your hand against the door in frustration, feeling the sting in your palm, disappointed when Ellie didnât so much as jump. You shook your head at her, and you were so fucking angry you could feel tears stinging at your eyes. You blinked them away and snapped, âWhatâs your fucking problem?âÂ
Ellieâs eyebrows shot up, her mouth opening in indignant shock. âWhatâs my problem?âÂ
âYeah,â you cut her off before she could even continue. âWhatâs your fucking problem? You know what happened - what we did - but ever since that night you have been so determined to act like it never happened. You havenât even talked to me in three fucking week, Ellie!â She closed her eyes when your voice broke on her name. âYouâve hardly looked at me all night. And look,â you sniffled, feeling some of the fire in you die down, âif you regret it - if you want to act like it never happened and go back to how things were before, I get it, okay? But can you at least have the balls to fucking tell me?âÂ
Your voice echoed off the silent walls, filling the space between you until you couldnât breathe. You wiped a hand roughly over your face; your cheeks burned and you hated yourself for it. The room was so quiet you feared Ellie could hear the sound of your racing heart.Â
It felt like hours before Ellie spoke; her voice was so heartbreakingly quiet, tip toeing on eggshells that were already broken. âI donât regret it.âÂ
You huffed out a breath, shaking your head as she still wouldnât meet your eyes. She couldnât even look at you. When you took a step closer, you could feel the heat radiating off of her body, could feel the warmth in your chest. Your voice had lost its fire, your throat cold and raw and broken. You could only murmur, âThen kiss me again, Els. What are you so afraid of?âÂ
âYou,â she snapped. You jumped, taking a step back; your heart lurched when she finally looked at you. Those shattered eyes were watching you, so open and vulnerable you wanted to look away. You forced yourself to watch, to bear witness to it when she shook her head, blinking tears from her eyes. Ellie pressed her lips together, blinking several times before releasing her held breath. She held your gaze like it was a lifeline and said, âIâm scared of you.âÂ
And just for a moment - so filled with silence it might pop - you saw it. You saw how Ellie had run from you like an injured animal, hiding away. You saw the way her hands shook around her biceps. You saw the way she bit her lip to keep it from quivering.Â
You shook your head, feeling so incredibly small underneath those eyes that had avoided you all night; now they were vividly, overwhelmingly focused, broken in the hazy light and so green it was dizzying (and you couldnât even blame it on the alcohol this time). You didnât recognize your own voice, so small and vulnerable that the words themselves ached: âHow can I fix this, Els? You want me to-â You huffed out a heavy breath, choking on your own voice. âDo you want me to act like it didnât happen? Do you want me to leave you alone? Iâll do whatever you want, Ellie, I just⊠fuck. I just want my best friend back. So just⊠tell me what I did wrong.âÂ
You jumped when Ellie barked out a laugh, so dry it cracked. It may have been a trick of the light, the soft string lights making everything feel unreal, but when she looked at you again, she went impossibly soft.Â
âYou,â she said, so softly it ached, âhaven't done anything wrong.â She sighed, leaning back against the wall; it was like all the fight suddenly drained from her, her shoulders sagging against the weight of three weeks. She looked away, her lashes casting shadows over her cheeks, and said, quiet as a confession, âYou were drunk.âÂ
You furrowed your brow, shaking your head. âWhat?âÂ
Ellie ran a hand through her hair, making it even more disheveled. Pathetically, you wanted to fix it; you knew how soft the strands would be under your fingers.Â
âYou were drunk,â she repeated, as though it pained her; as though it explained everything. Her voice broke, the shattered pieces falling at your feet. âAnd IâŠ. Fuck, I shouldnât have pushed you. I shouldnât have⊠forced myself on you.â She heaved in a shaky breath, her words tumbling from her, broken glass cutting her throat, leaving it raw. âI couldnât even⊠wait for you to wake up after. I just fucking ran - I couldnât even look at you, and thatâs even shittier! And for three weeks, Iâve been trying to figure out how to fucking talk to you when I know that we - that I shouldnât have done that.âÂ
Ellie pressed her hand to her mouth, taking in a shaking breath - her entire body was trembling as she fought to hold it all in. She looked ready to burst, struggling to take in a deep breath. You reached out to grab her hand - to hold her together - but she flinched away.Â
âI donât-â you started, unable to find the words. You watched your best friend dissolve, and you couldnât seem to fit all her pieces back together. âEllie⊠Els, are you saying youâre avoiding me because - because you thought you took advantage of me.â The words tasted ridiculous on your tongue, a foreign object.
Ellie was shaking her head wildly, her hands balled into fists. âYou were drunk!â she repeated, like a mantra. She pressed a hand to her chest as though to keep everything in. âYou were drunk, and you kept telling me no, and I just⊠pushed. I pushed and I didnât know when to stop and, fuck, I still canât believe I did that and I didnât even have the fucking balls to face you or even tell you Iâm sorry, and-âÂ
âEllie.â You reached out and grabbed her wrist, cutting off her rambling; she flinched again but didnât pull away. She looked up at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable and so impossibly green. âFor one, do I need to remind you we were both drunk. And that I was the one who told you to kiss me?â
She watched you carefully, guarded; her bottom lip stuck out and, embarrassingly, you found you wanted to kiss it again more than anything. She took in a deep, shaky breath, ignoring the tears running down her cheeks; they mixed with her freckles like watercolor. âYou kept telling me to stop - to leave it alone. And I didnât listen.âÂ
âEls, I told you to stop because I was scared,â you admitted in a rush. Before she could respond, you continued, âNot of you. I was scared of how badly I wanted you, okay? And thatâs fucking embarrassing to admit, but Iâm saying it so you know it wasnât your fault. I was scared because⊠fuck.â You scrubbed a hand over your face, feeling tears on your own cheeks. âBecause youâre my best friend. And I knew that, as much as I wanted it, it could fuck everything up. But I didnât want you to stop.âÂ
She shook her head. Her voice was raw when she said, âYou couldnât fuck anything up. You didnât do anything wrong.âÂ
âNeither did you,â you practically shouted. âEllie, I asked you to kiss me! Yeah, I had a few shots that night, but I knew what I was doing. You asked me how long Iâve wanted it - what did I say, Els? Tell me.âÂ
Ellie looked up at you, her cheeks splotchy from crying; she let you slip your hand into hers anyway. âA long fucking time.â It was no more than a whisper.Â
âYeah,â you said, gripping her hand to keep her grounded. âNot just when I was drunk. Not just when it was late. And definitely not just when you wanted it too. Iâve wanted you for a long fucking time, Els.âÂ
Ellie watched you, studying you like you were an equation she couldnât figure out (she really needed to study for that astrophysics exam). She pursed her lips, nodding slowly, rubbing roughly at her damp cheeks. âYeah.â Her voice broke again; she cleared her throat. âYeah. Me too.âÂ
You took a step towards her; her body was so warm it was dizzying. You could hear her breath catch when you reached up and pressed your palm to her cheek.Â
âWhat do we do now?âÂ
When she sighed, you could feel it on your lips. You felt the warmth of her hand at your waist, a steady anchor. âLike you said,â she murmured, her gaze soft; she reached up to brush your hair from your face, her fingers grazing the side of your neck. âThis could fuck everything up.âÂ
Your heart lurched; you swallowed it back down so it could throw a fit right next to your twisted stomach. âYeah,â you whispered, afraid to break the spell that made Ellieâs eyes watch the way your lips moved, captivated. âButâŠ.âÂ
âBut,â Ellie repeated, leaning in so her nose brushed against yours; it was cold against your skin.Â
You hardly had to move to kiss her, tilting your chin up to finally kiss that pouty bottom lip you had been staring at. You heard her breath catch again, her fingers pressing at your waist, drawing you closer so the warmth of her pressed against you. After three fucking weeks, you hadnât forgotten how her lips felt against yours. It was just as intoxicating as it had been the first time; you were dizzy with the way she moved her mouth against yours, warmth spreading through your chest.Â
Ellie broke away from you, but she didnât stray far; she pressed her forehead to yours, and you could see that her eyes were still closed, her brow furrowed. She sounded impossibly small when she said, âAre you sure about this? I mean, what-â
âEllie,â you interrupted; you twisted your fingers into her short hair and tugged lightly, delighting in the gasp it pulled from her lips. âJust shut up for once, okay?âÂ
You hardly even heard her replied Okay before her mouth was on yours again. Last time she had kissed you, you had felt lightheaded, floating with the weight of alcohol in your veins. Each press of her hands on you had felt unreal and distant, like she was touching you in a dream.Â
Tonight, the vodka bottle sat unopened and forgotten on her desk, and Ellie was pressing against you with a sharp realness that made your breath stutter in your throat. When her fingers ran along your jaw, cupping your face and tugging you closer, they were lightning against your skin. She had the welcoming warmth of a bonfire, and you were like a fucking moth drawn to her.Â
Ellie took a hesitant step forward, pressing you back, moving so slowly as though she thought youâd push her away. You let her push you backwards - encouraged her, really, entwining your arms around her neck and tugging her with you. You stumbled on the last few steps, practically falling back against the wall; Ellie braced her hands on either side of you to keep herself up, laughing into your mouth. You wanted to swallow the sound, to take it into your chest where it could curl up right next to your heart.Â
The wall was cold against your back, but Ellie was quick to chase it away; her warm hands ran up your back, rucking up your shirt and scratching her nails lightly over your skin until you shivered. She was so gentle with you this time, running her fingers over your skin with such careful deliberation, as though each kiss and each caress was meticulously planned out.Â
It was with this painstaking consideration that she lifted your shirt, pooling it around your chest; you raised your arms so she could pull it over your head.Â
Ellie snickered, snapping the strap of your bra against your skin. âThis is new.âÂ
âShut the fuck up,â you said, batting her hand away. It was one of your nicer ones, and you couldn't tell her that, embarrassingly, you had worn it on purpose with the hopeless thought of just in case. âSorry Iâm not in my pajamas. Iâll be sure to fix that next time.âÂ
She grinned, ducking her head to press a kiss to your jaw. She hummed against your skin, âNo, I like it.âÂ
You didnât talk about the implication of what you had said - next time. But the way she kissed her way across your jaw, her teeth grazing over your skin and sending a shiver down your spine, promised a next time. As Ellieâs tongue darted out to lick along your pulse, you could feel the words in the breathy sigh that escaped your lips. When she ducked her head to bite at your collar, she branded the words into your skin.Â
âYouâre such an asshole,â she said, her laughter warm against your skin. She pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone; the bruise had long faded, but the phantom ache was still there. You could feel her smile when your breath hitched. âJust had these on full display. Drove me insane.âÂ
You huffed out a laugh that stuttered when she pressed a kiss at the edge of your bra. âI had to get your attention somehow, didnât I?âÂ
Ellie lifted her head to meet your eyes. Her voice was barely above a whisper, her breath brushing your lips when she said, âYouâre crazy if you think youâve ever not had my attention.âÂ
When she kissed you again, it was with a new fire that burned bright in your chest. Her hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer so that you could feel her body against every inch of you. Her fingers dipped below the waist of your pants, pressing at the soft skin there. You felt her tongue press against your lips; when she ran it along the room of your mouth, she swallowed your moan.Â
Ellie hummed against your lips, pressing you firmly into the wall and shoving a knee between your legs. You gasped at the sudden friction, heat pooling in your stomach when Ellie gripped your hips and pulled you closer, grinding against her sweatpants-covered leg. Her lips brushed against your ear and she murmured, âTell me to stop and I'll stop.âÂ
She had said those same words last time, pressed drunkenly into your skin. There was an affirmation hidden somewhere underneath: Do you still want me? Before, they had been slurred, like a sloppy kiss against your lips. Now, her hands steady against your hips, her body warm from something other than vodka, it was whispered like a promise.Â
You answered by pressing your hands to her chest; she didnât fight you as you pushed her away, didnât hesitate as you walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit her bed. She let herself fall backwards, but she wrapped her arms around your waist as she did so. You fell into a crumpled heap on top of her, knocking the air from both of your lungs, and you could feel her laughter against your neck.Â
Lifting yourself up on your elbows, you glared down at her; she only answered it with a grin, lifting herself just enough to kiss you briefly. You couldnât suppress your own smile when you said, âYouâre infuriating.âÂ
Her eyes sparkled mischievously. She hooked her fingers in your belt loops and gave them a tug as she said, âYeah, get used to that.âÂ
You kissed her again to hide your smile. You didnât talk about the inclination of that either.Â
Growing impatient, you swung your legs on either side of her, sitting up and straddling her hips. Ellieâs hands ran up your sides, captivated, as though refusing to keep her hands off you for even a moment. You idly ran your fingers over her stomach where her hoodie had risen up, the warm skin right above her sweatpants; you delighted in the way she shivered at your touch.Â
âThis doesnât seem fair,â you hummed, running your hand higher up her abdomen, revealing the expanse of soft skin; if you pressed just a little bit harder, youâd be able to feel the muscles beneath. You smiled when you heard her breath stutter, chest rising just slightly to meet your touch. âYouâre wearing way too many clothes.âÂ
Ellie - ever enthusiastic - wasted no time in sitting up just enough to tug her hoodie over her head, leaving her hair an absolute mess. She tossed it across the room; you thought you heard it knock something over, but you didnât have a chance to look before Ellie was grabbing your hips, digging her fingers into the soft skin. You gasped when she used the leverage to pull your hips down, grinding against her.Â
This time, she was the one not wearing a bra - she had been home studying all day, so you hadnât expected otherwise - and your eyes raked over miles of fair, warm skin. You wanted to run your fingers over it and watch the shiver your touch pulled from her. You wanted to press your lips to every inch of hot skin and feel the way her body arched into you, chasing your tongue.Â
But she was watching you with an intoxicating shade of anticipation in her half-lidded eyes. You realized you had been staring for a few seconds too long because she had that cocky ass grin on her stupid face.Â
âLike what you see?â she teased, pulling your hips down again so you had to bite down a moan.Â
âShut the fuck up,â you mumbled. You couldnât tell her how many times you had imagined what she would look like under your hands or how you had always wondered how far down her freckles went (you couldnât keep yourself from running your fingers down her chest, tracing them like constellations). You couldnât tell her how your eyes had tracked her anytime she walked around the apartment in a sports bra or, sometimes, in only a towel, your imagination running away from you.Â
If you told her, sheâd never let you live it down.
Instead, you let your hands drift across the small swell of her chest, feeling the way her body arched into your fingers. You had to bite back a grin when your thumb brushed over her nipple, feeling her body shudder beneath you. You wanted to record the way her breath caught in her throat to listen to over and over again. Her eyelids fluttered, her lip caught between her teeth; you knelt down to kiss her, hard and deep, smiling into it when you pinched her nipple gently and she moaned against your lips, fingers tightening around your hips.Â
You needed to taste her, you realized. Your mouth watered with it.Â
You bit her bottom lip between your teeth, grinning when you heard her hiss. You took a moment to kiss your way across her jaw and down her neck, open-mouthed kisses pulling sighs from her lips. You couldnât resist sucking the skin into your mouth, feeling the way her pulse jumped under your tongue and loving the moan that rumbled in her throat, her fingers gripping your hips so tightly you were sure you'd have bruises - again. But when you pulled away and saw the red beginnings of a bruise on her pale skin, a thrill ran through you. She would have to walk around with a physical reminder of how you had made her feel.Â
You loved revenge.Â
But you werenât like Ellie, who had taken her sweet time in unraveling you. You didnât have that kind of patience - certainly not now, not tonight. You had spent far too long holding yourself back - too long averting your gaze, never letting your touch linger. You had spent so long schooling your own imagination, trying to ignore the way your heart stuttered whenever Ellie wandered too close. You had spent too many nights letting your mind wander, only feeling safe to let your imagination run when you could hide in the dark; you had spent far too many nights with your hand between your legs and the fleeting image of green eyes and that crooked fucking smile.Â
So no, you didnât have any patience left in you.
When you reached between your bodies and pressed your palm to her sweatpants, you swallowed her moan, drinking it in and feeling like you could survive on it alone. Maybe it would finally satiate your fucking thirst.Â
Kissing your way down her chest, you pressed the words into her skin - âI can't fucking believe you though I didnât want this.â - before pressing the flat of your tongue to her nipple. You could get drunk on the breathy moan that dripped from her lips, the way she arched up into you like her body ached to be closer to yours. She pressed her hips into your palm and you could feel the heat through her sweatpants.Â
When you pulled back just enough to tug at her sweatpants, Ellie started laughing, breathy and hitched as she said, âLittle eager, arenât you?â Even as she said it, she was lifting her hips, pushing hastily at her pants to get them off faster.Â
The fabric was damp when it dropped to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Stepping off the bed, you placed your hands on her knees, pushing them apart. You dropped to your knees and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the skin above her boxers. Her skin was hot under your tongue when you said, âHavenât I waited long enough, Els?âÂ
Ellie only responded with a moan as you sunk your teeth into the soft flesh of her thigh and pressed the heel of your palm to her underwear. You grinned against her skin when she cursed, grinding down into you. You soothed the bite with your tongue and backed away to admire the red beginnings of another bruise.Â
Ellie groaned, twisting her fingers in the sheets when you ground your palm into her. âFuck, Iâve waited long enough too, right?âÂ
You couldnât hold back your grin, tugging at her boxers so she would lift her hips. With her underwear around her ankles, Ellie lifted herself up on her elbows so she could look down at you. Whatever she saw - you on your knees between her legs, lips parted so your hot breath fanned over her - made her groan, another breathy curse falling from her lips. She reached down and carded her fingers through your hair, fingers soft against your temple.Â
You smiled, blinking coyly up at her, and said, âLittle eager, arenât you?â before pressing the flat of your tongue to her clit.Â
The moan that wracked through Ellieâs chest sent warmth spreading through your stomach, an ache pooling between your legs. You raised your eyes to watch her as you licked a slow, painstaking stripe over her slit, watching the way her mouth fell open in a choked gasp. The metallic taste of her on your tongue made your head spin; you moaned when she twisted her fingers in your hair, delicious pain stinging your scalp when she tugged.Â
Ellie gasped your name like it was a promise. âFuck - what the fuck -â Nonsensical words dripped from her lips with abandon, sweet as honey to your ears. When you ducked your head down to press your tongue inside her, a brief, hot pressure, her fingers tightened in your hair, her voice hitching when she cursed again, her words slurring together.Â
You wrapped one arm around her thigh, feeling the muscle trembling as you pressed your fingers into the soft flesh. You ran your other hand up her stomach, feeling the way her breath quickened in the rise and fall of her chest. Stretching further, you flicked your thumb over her nipple and tightened your arm around her thigh when her hips bucked, holding her in place.Â
You wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking it into your mouth and fighting back a smile at the keening whine it pulled from her. Her fist in your hair tugged you closer, guiding you exactly where she wanted you - and how could you resist her when she was chanting your name like a prayer?Â
A shudder wracked through Ellieâs body when you flicked your tongue over her clit, lapping at her like you were starving. (After waiting so long to taste her, you might as well have been.) She groaned when you pinched her nipple between your fingers, her thighs clamping around your ears. Her legs shook when she came, your name on her tongue as though it were the only word she knew. You coaxed her through it, the flat of your tongue licking over her clit until she was gasping for breath, her hips slumping back against the bed.Â
You peppered kisses over her thighs as she came down, your hand brushing across her stomach in soothing circles. Your knees ached from the cold floor, the carpet burning against your skin, but you couldnât convince yourself to move just yet. When you glanced up at her, Ellie was looking down at you with glassy eyes; she had slumped back a little against her elbows, her limbs jelly - you tried not to let that go to your head - but she held out a hand to you, grasping for you. âFuck, come here.âÂ
You both took the time to finally scoot further up the bed, Ellie's head propped on her pillow, her hair a messy halo around her. She pulled you on top of her, bracing her hands on your hips as you straddled one of her legs. When you leaned down, she tilted her chin up to meet you, kissing you lazily, licking into your mouth like she had all the time in the world - like she could kiss you forever and it still wouldn't be enough. With your elbows braced on either side of her head, it felt like you were both in a small bubble, the world left outside to wait for you. Fuck, maybe you did have all the time in the world.Â
You gasped when Ellie raised her leg, pressing it between your thighs with an intoxicating pressure. She used her hands on your hips to push you down, guiding you as you grinded down against her. She broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to just look at you. Her pupils were blown, swallowing the green entirely.Â
She grinned, endearingly lopsided, and murmured, âNow you're wearing too many clothes.â You whined a protest when she took her hands off your hips, but she only reached behind you to fumble with the clasp of your bra. It took her a few tries - you bit back a laugh when she cursed in frustration - and she threw it across the room when she finally got off.Â
âWho the fuck designed those things?â she grumbled, fingers quick on the button on your jeans.Â
You got off of her for only a moment, just long enough to kick your jeans and underwear off, but each second her skin wasn't on yours was agony. Your clothes hadnât even fallen to the floor before Ellie was pulling you back in by the nape of your neck, her other hand guiding your hips back over her leg as she kissed you with a hunger that may as well have devoured you. You hissed when her teeth sunk into your lip, her tongue soothing over it before licking into your mouth.Â
Your breath caught on a broken moan when she pressed her thumb into the dips of your hips, pressing you back to grind against her leg. The feeling of your bare pussy sliding against her thigh made you lightheaded, the dizzying pressure sending sparks through your stomach. Ellie's fingers still on the back of your head twisted in your hair, giving it an experimental tug; you felt her smile against your lips when you whined. You were pliable under her hands, your hips stuttering against her leg.Â
Ellie pulled away, pulling you back by your hair just far enough away for her to look at you; her eyes raked over your body with a hunger that set you nerves on fire, looking ready to devour you.Â
âGod, look at you,â she breathed, raising her leg just slightly, the added pressure making your heart stop. Releasing your hair, her hand ran down your side, sliding across your chest. You moaned when her thumb grazed over your nipple, your hips stuttering; her other hand on your hip tightened, fingers digging into the bone. âSo fucking wet for me and I've hardly even touched you.âÂ
âShit,â you cursed when Ellie bucked her hips, her thigh grinding into you. You tried to glare down at her even though you knew your own traitorous eyes betrayed your growing desperation. Her cocky smile didnât quite land, its impact softened by the way she watched your lips in fascination, her pupils blown - you couldnât see the green anymore. Your voice wasnât nearly as hard as you wanted it to be, your want softening the words: âFuck off, Els, donât be a dick.âÂ
âAm I being a dick?â she asked in mock offense, pouting up at you. âGood things come and all that shit, right?â Ever as she was teasing you, Ellieâs hand crept down your stomach, fingers warm against your hungry skin. She lowered her leg just enough to slide her hand between your thighs. You gasped, feeling lightning in your veins when those calloused fingers slid over your clit, already wet with want. Her eyes darkened, her lips parting. She slowly circled your clit, sending your hips jerking into her, and said, âFuck, look at you. God, I finally get to see you like thisâŠ.âÂ
You struggled to speak past the breathy moans beginning to drip from your lips: âFinally? How - ah - fuck - how long - how long have youâŠ?â You couldnât think of a way to finish that sentence, your thoughts clouding over when Ellie dipped just the tips of her fingers briefly inside you, gathering your wetness.Â
âLike you said,â she murmured, finally pushing two fingers slowly inside you; even as she kept talking, she watched your face carefully, searching for any sign of discomfort, âa long fucking time.âÂ
Your jaw went slack when she curled her fingers, gasping when she found that spot that made you see stars. She paused, as though giving you a moment to adjust, unaware of just how many times you had done this with your own fingers.Â
âShit, Ellie,â you moaned, canting your hips down into her hand. She adjusted her arm, positioning herself so that the heel of her hand pressed to your clit, pulling another breathy moan from your lips. Her other hand was still on your hip; she pushed you back, guiding you to grind on her fingers. âAh - fuck.âÂ
She watched you carefully, fascinated by the way your eyes rolled back in your head, your brow furrowed; you felt her own wetness on your thigh again. Her voice was so fucking breathy when she said, âHow long have you wanted this, baby?â She hummed; releasing your hip, she ran her hand up your side to knead at your tit, her fingers so careful against you. You groaned low in your throat when she flicked her thumb over your nipple. âHow many times have you come thinking of me? Did you imagine my fingers inside you, angel? Did you moan my name?âÂ
You couldnât even think of a snarky response; you were too distracted by the way her fingers curled inside you as you fucked yourself against her. Her rough palm slid deliciously against your clit, grinding into her with a growing desperation that made your thighs shake. Your shoulders ached from holding yourself over her but it was only an afterthought as you felt a tight warmth building in your stomach. You leaned down just enough to kiss her, moaning into her mouth when words failed you.Â
âFuck, look at you,â Ellie repeated, groaning when your hips stuttered. You were lightheaded, fucking yourself desperately on her fingers, grinding down against her palm and chasing that intoxicating warmth spreading inside. âSo fucking pretty for me.âÂ
She kissed you as you came, licking into your mouth and tasting herself on your tongue. You pressed your clit down into the heel of her hand, riding it out, feeling the way that warmth spread down to your fingers. Ellie broke away from the kiss to trail her lips down your neck, leaving wet kisses along your skin and saving every broken moan that was gasped right into her ear.Â
Ellie didnât move as you came down, letting you ride out your high, tracing gentle circles down your side. You slumped against her, your arms giving out; your weight landing on her forced all the air from her lungs. She only laughed breathlessly.Â
It was several long moments before you were able to move again. Ellie ran her fingers through your hair as you gasped into her neck; she hummed absently and you could feel the vibration against your lips.Â
When you were able to, you slowly lifted yourself off of her, wincing slightly at the sudden emptiness. With gentle hands, she guided you back down to lay beside her; you curled up against her without waiting for her invitation, resting a hand on her bare chest so you could feel the steady pounding of her heart.Â
Ellie didnât wait for invitation either before she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you closer; she was blissfully warm against the suddenly cold air. Something tugged pleasantly at your chest at the realization that you would no longer have to monitor your own movements so carefully - you could touch her, you realized, any time you wanted now. God, how were you going to ever stop now?Â
Without anything else to say, you sighed against her skin: âA long fucking time.âÂ
Ellie hummed, giggling at your delayed answer. The fairy lights on her walls cast the room in a warm glow; with the hazy lights around you, you would almost believe this was a dream if Ellie wasnât so solid and warm beneath your fingers. You traced the freckles across her chest, connecting constellations you had seen her chart before.Â
Her voice was so quiet in the small room when she asked, âWhat do we do now?âÂ
You hummed, feeling sleep winning the war inside you. âWe can figure that out tomorrow,â you said, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. Tilting your head, you leaned up just enough to kiss her, warm and deep and breathless, before moving away to meet her eyes. âJust donât fucking run off again, okay?âÂ
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pregnant wanda x fem! reader
Wanda was radiant. Despite her round belly, the aches, and the mood swings, she had a glow that you couldnât help but adore. You adore at how she managed to look more beautiful with each passing day. But that didnât make the journey any easierâfor both of you.
It started in the early weeks, when Wandaâs mood swings would hit without warning. You would come home from work to find her curled up on the couch, a mess of emotions unraveling on her face.
"Y/n," Wanda whimpered one evening as you stepped through the door, her eyes already glistening with unshed tears. Her voice is so small and vulnerable that it tugs on your heart.
"Hey, whatâs wrong?" you asked, dropping your keys and rushing to her side, concern knitting your brow.
"I justâ" She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I was thinking about the twins, and then... then I realized weâre out of pickles."
You had to bite back a laugh, knowing that what she needed was understanding, not humor. "Oh, baby," you cooed, pulling her into your arms. "Iâll go get you pickles right now, okay?"
She nodded into your chest, her breath evening out as you rubbed slow circles on her back. It wasnât the first time cravings had taken over her entire mood. Youâd gotten used to them by now.
A few minutes later, you were heading back out the door, her pleading eyes following you like you were on a mission to save the world. And in some ways, for her, you were.
The late-night cravings became a ritual of sorts. It didnât matter what time it wasâif Wanda wanted something, youâd go out and get it. There was one night, though, where things went a little differently.
You were both curled up in bed, Wanda resting her head on your shoulder, when she sat up abruptly.
âY/n,â she whispered, her eyes wide with sudden realization.
You blinked, still half-asleep. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI want ice cream. The cookie dough kind,â she said, her voice so serious you almost laughed.
âWanda, itâs two in the morning,â you said, rubbing your eyes.
âI knowâŠâ she trailed off, her face contorting into that familiar look of disappointment.
You sighed, already swinging your legs out of bed. âLet me grab my keys.â
But before you could stand, she grabbed your hand, stopping you. âWait⊠I donât want you to leave.â
You looked at her, confused. âThen how am I supposed to get you ice cream?â
âI donât need ice cream,â she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips. âI just want you here with me.â
The tension in the room eased, and you settled back into the bed, pulling her close. Her cravings werenât always about food, after all. Sometimes, she just needed youâneeded to feel connected, safe, and loved.
By the third trimester, the backaches were in full force. Youâd wake up in the middle of the night to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, hands pressed into her lower back, groaning softly.
âWanda?â you whispered, shifting to sit up beside her.
âMy back,â she murmured, her voice strained with discomfort. âItâs killing me.â
Without saying a word, you moved behind her, your hands gently rubbing her lower back. She sighed in relief as your fingers pressed into her aching muscles, slowly working out the tension.
âHowâs that?â you asked after a few moments, feeling her relax under your touch.
âPerfect,â she breathed. âYou always know just what to do.â
You smiled to yourself, continuing the gentle massage, grateful that you could bring her even a little comfort. As you worked, she leaned back against you, her belly resting against your legs, the weight of it grounding you in the reality of what was comingâyour life was about to change in the best way possible.
Some days were harder than others. The mood swings, the cravings, the backachesâsometimes it all hit at once. But you were there for each moment, ready with comfort, food, or just an ear to listen.
One evening, after a particularly long day, Wanda lay on the couch, her swollen feet propped up on a pillow. You were in the kitchen, preparing her latest cravingâchocolate-covered strawberriesâwhen you heard her voice, soft and pleading.
âY/n my feet hurt so much,â she called.
You immediately wiped your hands and came to her side, kneeling in front of her and gently lifting her feet into your lap.
âLet me help with that,â you said, your hands already massaging her swollen ankles. She closed her eyes, sighing contentedly as your fingers worked their magic.
âGod, youâre a lifesaver,â she mumbled, a sleepy smile playing on her lips. âHow did I get so lucky?â
âYou didnât get lucky. You deserve this and more,â you whispered, continuing your soothing motions. âIâm the lucky one.â
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at you with such adoration that it made your heart skip a beat. âI love you, detka,â she said, her voice filled with sincerity. âYouâre going to be such an amazing parent.â
Your heart swelled at her words, and you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. âI love you, too, Wanda. And weâre in this together. Always.â
As the days passed and Wandaâs belly grew, so did the love between the two of you. Every mood swing, every midnight craving, every ache and painâthose were the moments that brought you closer.
One afternoon, you found yourself sitting with her on the balcony, the sun setting in a warm golden glow. Wanda rested her head on your shoulder, her hand gently rubbing her belly as the twins moved inside her.
âI canât believe weâre going to be parents soon,â she whispered, a hint of awe in her voice.
âI know,â you said softly, squeezing her hand. âIt feels surreal.â
âIâm nervous,â she admitted, glancing up at you. âWhat if Iâm not good enough? What if I donât know what to do?â
You turned to her, cupping her face in your hands. âYouâre going to be an incredible mother, Wanda. Youâve already done so much for these babies. And weâll figure it out together. Just like we always do.â
She smiled, her eyes soft and full of love. âTogether.â
And as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of pink and orange, you held her close, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side. Every craving, every ache, every moment in betweenâit was all part of the beautiful, messy, wonderful journey of becoming a family. And it was everything you could ask for.
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It's time! For Room Fic Part 4 Part B! Of how many parts? IDK ANYMORE
This is the longest part of the fic yet, and it's also the most... talky. But I felt like this was a part of the recovery everyone wanted to see so I thiiiink it's fine.
Content warnings: vomiting, HEAVY discussion of eating issues (including calorie counting, done purely as a recovery mechanism in this fic but still worth noting), mentions of the non-consensual voyeurism that happened in the first part, and as always, anxiety and aftermath of torture
If you're lost, start here!
I'm soooo tired I only proofread like half of this. it'll go through full editing when it goes on AO3
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Leo crashes into his room and grabs anything within armâs reach to pull over himself. The blanket from his bed. A cardboard box, contents dumped on the floor. His skateboard, a beach towel, a plank of wood used to prop up action figures.
He cowers into his claustrophobic, makeshift nest, clutching his ill gotten gains to his chest. He doesnât know why he bothered, because thereâs nowhere to hide in here, and then theyâllâŠ
Theyâll do what? Itâs his family. And if theyâre upset with him for stealing the chips, well, he deserves that. Who is he to take food, when theyâre running low already?
Thatâs what he expected, actually, when the lights flipped on and Raph was standing there. To get yelled at, chewed out, dressed down - the way heâd been waiting for Raph to do this whole time. Why canât he just do as heâs told? Why does he always make the wrong decisions?
But Raph hadnât yelled. He ran off. And now Leo doesnât know what to expect at all.
He assumes Raph went to get their dad, or even Draxum. He waits in his hiding spot, heart pounding in his ears, and listens for the call of his full name, the surefire indicator that heâs in Big Time Trouble. He stole food, food he isnât even allowed to eat, and when theyâre running low, too. He doesnât know what the punishment is going to be, and the fear of not knowing pulls him deeper into his nest.
He wants to know. He dreads finding out.
Time passes. He has no idea how much. Thereâs no clocks in here (there hadnât been any clocks in there), and his phone is on the nightstand, hooked to its charger. To get it he would have to leave his hiding place. And heâs scared.
So he waits and waits and waits. Until his limbs grow uncomfortable and cramped, until no amount of shifting dulls the pain. His heart is still rabbit quick in his chest. (He may be a turtle but call him the hare-)
No one comes for him.
Finally, finally, when his body physically canât take this position anymore, he scoots out of his hiding spot and gets to his feet, bag of chips clutched in his fingers. He walks to the curtain over his doorway - though âwalksâ is really overselling it, with the way he pauses for hours between every step.
When he makes it to the doorway, he peeks out.
The lair is quiet. Everything is dark. No one is stirring.
He makes his way back to his bed, and looks at the bag in his hands. He feels so anxious that heâs nauseous. And he canât eat if heâs nauseous or heâll lose his dinner.
So he canât even eat the damn things. The irony would be funny if he could laugh.
He kneels down and fishes around under his bed for a box he knows is there. Itâs full of little toys and trinkets from childhood - things he saved from the old lair that he couldnât bear to throw away, but is too embarrassed to be seen with.
He dumps the contents of the box into the bigger one he hid under earlier. This is more important.
Then he hides the chips inside and scoots the box under the bed.
He climbs back onto his mattress, cringing when the bed springs creak. His blanket is still on the floor, but he doesnât want to get up and risk making more noise.
So he curls up on his mattress and stares at the wall and tries futilely to sleep.
Donnieâs brand new curtains donât even help. Maybe thatâs part of his punishment.
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Somehow, he manages to make it to breakfast. He doesnât remember who poked their head in to tell him it was ready, or how he picked himself up and walked to the kitchen. He just ends up there.
Mikey greets him with a sunny grin and the announcement that he gets oatmeal today, along with his scrambled eggs. Thereâs even some banana on top of the oats. He should be excited for the variety, but he feels numb. Still, he smiles as heâs expected to and thanks Mikey and hopes it passes scrutiny.
Draxum comes in, and then his dad. He stiffens up for both, muscles tense while he waits for the yelling to start. But no one starts yelling. Draxum sits and eats and Leo hears him give a reminder to take vitamins. Splinter reads out the shopping list, and everyone scrambles to add last minute items.Â
Normally, this is where Leo would be chiming in with all the snacks and junk food he wants, but he knows if he says anything heâll be turned down, so he doesnât. He can feel the weirdness of it, but he doesnât take his eyes off his food to see anyoneâs appraisal.
Donnieâs last in; he drinks his coffee fast and tries his luck with adding uranium to the list. He grabs a granola bar instead of eating what the rest of them are having, then tells Mikey to meet him at the entrance in five minutes and leaves. Mikey piles the dishes in the sink, then rounds the table to give everyone a hug goodbye, Draxum included.
Leo smiles when Mikey gets to him. Says, âHave a good day, Mikester.â Swallows down the impulse to grab on and beg him to stay.
He finishes breakfast, then goes to the TV room and settles into the recliner. Raph comes by and pats his shoulder and tells him to call if he needs anything. Splinter hops up and pats his head before following Raph away.
Heâs alone now. Alone, with Draxum, whoâs currently in the kitchen doing who knows what.
(Leo doesnât like leaving him alone in there. All their food is in there.)
(Well, not all of it. Leoâs made sure of that.)
He lays in the chair and pretends to be asleep. And he listens.Â
To be sure that his brothers and dad are really gone, and arenât coming back for a forgotten wallet or phone.
Until Draxum leaves the kitchen and moves for the train car heâs taken over as his own.
Until heâs sure no one is watching him.
Then he gets up. He goes to his room. Heâs not sure why he feels like heâs sneaking, when heâs obviously allowed to be there.
He makes sure all his windows are covered, curtains or otherwise. Makes sure the curtain over his door is stretched as far as it will go.
Then, as silently as possible, he reaches under his bed and pulls out the box. Opens it to reveal his stolen goods.
He unrolls the top of the bag, wincing at each crackle of the plastic. His eyes dart to the door, to the windows, to make sure no one is there, no one is watching him.
Then he reaches his hand in and grabs a chip in his fingers.
Heâs not sure if he should do this now. Maybe he should wait, save this when things get dire. But everyone is gone. Theyâve left him alone, with Draxum. What if Draxum doesnât let him eat, with no one here to step in?
Heâs scared of being hungry again. He doesnât want to go back to that place.Â
Just a few, he tells himself. Just a few, and then heâll stop.
He pulls the chip out of the bag, and takes a bite.
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Theyâre at the local grocery where no one asks questions, basket half full and three minutes in to Splinter trying to decide if the Buy One Get One Half Off deal for frozen dinners is really worth it or not, when it occurs to Raph that maybe they shouldnât have all left at the same time.
Of course, in normal times this wouldnât have been a big deal at all, especially with a nominally responsible adult in the lair. But times havenât been normal for over two weeks now. The thin shell of his little brother, once always the biggest and loudest in the room, now trying to make himself as small as possible, isnât normal.Â
They got Leo back, but it still feels like someone else has him.
And now Raph feels guilty. Heâd been so desperate to just get away, from the feeling of being inadequate, from the fear heâd make things worse, that now heâs probably made them worse anyway by leaving Leo alone with a guy he does not like. Raph should have stayed home. Or told Mikey and Donnie to wait until he and Splinter were back before leaving.
(That worries him too, for different reasons. He knows he canât lock his brothers up in the lair to keep them safe. But he kinda wants to.)
But he didnât do any of that, and now theyâre out and Leo is alone. Raph thinks of the chip bag and sighs. He just canât seem to make the right decisions. The calculus is overwhelming, and Raphâs always left math to Donnie.
âHey Pop,â he says, watching Splinter flip his fourth TV dinner over to look at the nutritional information. âDo you think⊠Leo is gonna be okay?â
Splinter pauses, then gingerly puts the box into their basket. He pats Raph at the knee, and Raph feels the overwhelming desire to be small again.Â
â...Yes, I do. It will take time and care, but I think, one day-â
âNo,â Raph cuts in, âI mean, do you think Leo is gonna be okay today? I mean, we kinda just ran off and left him alone.â
âHe is not alone.â Splinter makes a face, at odds with his words. âBaron Draxum is the most annoying man in the world, but he would not let harm come to you boys.â
Raph rubs his neck. âSure, but⊠Leoâs not exactly Draxumâs biggest fan. Especially not nowâŠâ
âBlue does not have to like him,â says Splinter airily. âHe just has to eat the food Draxum gives him.â
âYeah, but thatâs the whole problem,â Raph insists. âHeâs beinâ a huge jerk about it.â
âAh⊠I know. I have spoken to him about his⊠tone.â Splinter waves a hand. âHe is trying to be more polite.â
Raph thinks back to breakfast this morning. Heâd laugh if anything were funny right now. âIs that why he was all âpleaseâ and âthank youâ and âsorryâ this morning? He looked like he ate a lemon.â
And judging by how distant Leo was acting, he doubts any of it made an impression.Â
âIt just proves that the man is incapable of being nice!â Splinter chuckles. âDo not worry, Red. We will only be gone a few hours. Most likely, Blue will sleep until we are back.â
âRaph hopes soâŠâ
They continue moving around the aisles, crossing things off their list as they do. Itâs normal and boring and Raph thinks he needs that right now. If only it distracted him from the thoughts in his headâŠ
Thereâs so many questions to dwell on. And the biggest one looms over them all, constantly drawing Raphâs attention back to it.
Theyâre in the soup aisle when he speaks up again, saying, âHey, Pops, do you thinkâŠâ and then flagging out before he can voice it.
âOften,â says Splinter, reaching for a can of tomato bisque. âBut at my age, it can be difficult!â
Raph snorts despite himself, grabbing the soup can and passing it to his dadâs fingers. âCome on, Raphâs trying to ask a serious question here!â
âHm.â Splinter puts the can in their basket. âThen I will give a serious answer.â
âDo you thinkâŠâ Raph shifts the shopping basket from one hand to the other, and resolves not to chicken out this time. âDo you think Leo did the right thing? Not talkinâ to that Bishop guy?â
Splinter goes quiet for a long time. He points to a can of alphabet soup, the kind Leo insists heâs too old for but will happily eat when heâs sick, and Raph dutifully puts the can in the basket.
ââŠI think he did the brave and noble thing,â he says at length.
âThat ainât the same,â says Raph.
âI do not know if there was a right thing.â Splinterâs voice is sad, fingers idly stroking one of the soup cans. âIt could be that if Blue had talked, he would not be as hurt as he is now. Or it could be that Bishop would have⊠disposed of him, once they had what they wanted.â
The idea of Bishop âdisposingâ of Leo steals Raphâs breath. But itâs not like he hasnât thought of this before.
âApril said pretty much the same thing.â
âOho! April is very wise.â Splinter nods in satisfaction, affirming for Raph once again that his favorite kid is definitely April. But then he looks up at Raph sidelong and says, âBut that answer does not satisfy you.â
Raph sighs. âItâs just⊠what if he thought he had to stay quiet, because of something I- because he thought itâs what he was supposed to do?â
A furry hand lands on his. Raph takes a deep shuddering breath, and uses his free hand to scrub at his eyes. Theyâre damp, suddenly, and heâs not sure when that happened.
ââŠI often worry the same thing,â says Splinter, âabout all four of you.â
Raph doesnât know what to say to that. He already knows that their dad would give anything for the four of them to not have to fight; he also knows itâs out of his dadâs hands.
Why can he accept that, but not accept the same for himself?
âIâm afraid I do not have an answer for your question,â says Splinter, pulling Raph back to the grocery store. âI want you boys to be safe. But the situation Leonardo was in afforded him no safety. Iâm not sure there is a choice he could have made that would have helped him. StillâŠâ Splinter sighs. âIt could be the reasons he made the choice he did are troubling.â
âYeah,â says Raph. âThatâs what Iâm afraid of.â
âMm.â Splinter pats Raphâs hand. âYour questions and worries are wise ones, Raphael. Meditate on your answer, and when you are ready, share it with Blue. You will find your path forward together.â
Raph chews on his lips. âIâm scared Iâm gonna mess up,â he admits.
âSharing the truth in your heart is never a mistake,â says Splinter, âso long as you are doing it with love.â
Raph blinks at him. âPops, isnât that a line from one of your movies?â
âIt is a good line! Very heartfelt.â He picks up another can of soup and tosses it into the basket. âAs long as you are talking to Blue with love, you will do just fine, Red. And remember, this is not your sole responsibility. We are all here to help each other.â
It should be self-evident, but the reminder pulls some weight off Raphâs shoulders. Itâs not just up to him. Everyone is coming together to help Leo. Thatâs why Donnie and Mikey are at the scrapyard, to finish making curtain rods for Leoâs room. Thatâs why Draxum is always researching and scribbling in his notebook, refining his meal plan for Leoâs recovery.
Itâs not just Raph against the world. He isnât alone, and neither is Leo.
âYeah, I know. Thanks, Pops.â
âOf course, Red. Now, letâs keep moving or weâll be late getting back!â
On their way to the checkout line, Raph spots the candy aisle, and a bag of hard, sour candies. He stops, reaching out and brushing the bag with his fingers.
âMm⊠that is Blueâs favorite, isnât it?â asks Splinter.
âYeah.â Raph pulls the bag off its hook, holding it over the basket uncertainly. âI know he canât have âem yet, but heâll be able to eat normal stuff soon, right?â
âRight.â Splinter nods. âPut them in! We will hide them until Draxum says it is okay, then give them to him.â
Raph grins and drops the bag into the basket. At least itâs something to look forward to.
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Leo is halfway through the bag of chips when the curtain to his room is pushed aside and Draxum is standing there.
He was saying something about the vitamins Leo forgot to take as he came in, the little blue pill organizer clutched in his hand. But now he freezes, taking in the scene: Leo with a handful of sour cream and onion chips, his cheeks bulging slightly, the salty evidence tracking up the sleeve of his hoodie.
Heâs crossed the room before Leo can blink. He grabs Leoâs wrist, and Leo cries out, twisting his arm to try and free himself.
But he canât, heâs weak, heâs so weak-
âWhat are you eating!?â Draxum bellows. He tosses the pill organizer onto Leoâs bedside table; one of the lids pops open and thereâs little plinks as vitamins scatter. âHow much of this have you had!?â
He wrenches the bag out of Leoâs grip, and Leo yelps again as he loses the food. The only food he had, and now Draxum has it and Leo is going to-
âThis bag is over half empty,â snarls Draxum, waving it in Leoâs face. Leo doesnât have the presence of mind to defend himself, because heâs still trying to wrench his wrist free. He claws at Draxumâs arm with his free hand, and somehow it gets Draxum to let go; he jerks away with a gasp, dropping the handful of chips to the floor, and at the same time the ones already in his mouth leave painful scratches down his throat and lodge there. Leo doubles over and wheezes in a desperate attempt to get air.
âAre you- Leonardo!â Draxum looms over him, and Leo doesnât have the strength to flee. He canât do anything as Draxum strikes him, once, twice, three times on the shell in big, open-palmed slaps.
A white-hot cough rips up Leoâs throat, and he spews the half-chewed potato chips across his blanket, bits of drool and spittle dangling from his lips and tears rolling down his face. He sucks in a deep breath as feeling returns to his limbs.
The hand that hit him moves toward him again, and Leo dodges this time, flinging himself off his bed and into the floor, scrambling backwards to put distance between himself and his attacker.
âDONâT TOUCH ME!â he shouts, hand flailing for his swords and not finding them. Where did he put them? Where did they take them?
âLeonardo-âÂ
Draxum takes a step toward him, and Leo pushes to his feet, grabbing for anything nearby to defend himself. But thereâs nothing, nothing, where are his swords-
âLeonardo,â says Draxum more firmly, and he takes another step forward. âStop this, youâre going to hurt-â
âNo!â Leo presses himself back against the bookcase on the far wall, the metal shelves biting into the skin of his arms. âNo,â he repeats, and a high, manic laugh bubbles through his throat. âYou took my food.â
âThis,â Draxum shakes the bag, âis all empty calories. This is not going to help your recovery! Why canât you just do as youâre told-â
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â Leo spits. He feels stronger than he did a moment ago, pushing himself off the bookshelf and standing on steadier legs, squaring up against Draxum. âJust do as Iâm told?â He laughs, a cold sound. âJust like Bishop wanted.â
Draxum stiffens. Something about his expression is⊠weird. If Leo didnât know better, heâd almost say Draxum looks scared. âDo not compare me to him,â he says, and his voice is much lower than it was a moment ago. âI am trying to help you.â
âHelp me?â Leo holds out his hand, taking a step forward. âThen give me my food back.â
Draxum watches him, gaze unwavering. He holds the chip bag closer to his chest. âI cannot.â
Leo barks out a laugh, high and cold. âI knew it. Youâre just lying to me.â
Now heâs the one advancing on Draxum, slow but strong steps, one at a time. Draxum does not move.
âLeonardo-â
âIâm on to you,â says Leo. His voice is a chilly sing-song. âYouâre sooo happy to have everyone out of the house. Now thereâs no one to stop you from torturing me. Now you can watch me suffer.â
âI do not want you to suffer,â says Draxum, his tone measured. He still hasnât moved an inch, even though Leo is right in front of him now, within striking distance.Â
âThen why did you take my food!?â
âThis is not good for you,â says Draxum. âIâll feed you a healthy lunch in two hours.â
âYeah?â Leo shakes his head. âWhat do you want me to do for it?â
Draxumâs eyes widen. âWhat do you mean?â
âCome on. Tell me.â Leo grins. It hurts his face. âWant me down on my knees? Want me to beg?â
Draxumâs face goes a shade paler. âNo,â he says, firm. âYou donât have to do anything.â
âI donât believe you,â says Leo. He laughs again. âI donât. I donât BELIEVE YOU!â
His fist connects with the glass- but itâs not glass, itâs Draxumâs face, and he goes sailing across the room like a rag doll. He slams back first into shelving, and thereâs a clatter as Leoâs possessions tumble and fall around him.
He looks at Leo, eyes wide but expression steady, despite the fact that Leo justâŠ
Leo⊠doesnât know what just happened.
He shouldnât have been able to hit that hard. He shouldnât have been able to hit at all- Draxum should have blocked that, should have fought back, should have⊠should haveâŠ
â...What?â says Leo, and it comes out with a crack down the middle.
Draxum watches him a moment longer. Then he sighs and pushes himself off the shelves, getting back to his feet. He doesnât come closer. âI cannot give you these,â he says, indicating the bag. âBut I will not fight you.â
â...Why not?â Leo asks, because it just doesnât follow anything he thought was happening here.
âBecause I care for you,â says Draxum simply. Like itâs obvious.
â...I donât understand,â Leo says, because he doesnât.
Draxum nods. âThatâs because I havenât properly explained it to you. I didnât think it was necessary⊠but it was. Is.â He sighs, rubbing his cheek, starting to glow red from Leoâs punch. âIâm very sorry for that, Leonardo.â
Leo stares. Draxum is⊠apologizing? He should be attacking, fighting back, not apologizing!
The adrenaline leeches out of Leo, leaving him sagging in the middle of his room - his messy room, with everything thrown around like itâs in an active war zone. A million emotions are running through him, his dying rage warring against the confusion and the beginnings of remorse, a roiling mix that leaves him feeling sick to his stomach.
âŠOh wait, no. Heâs actually sick to his stomach.
Leo clamps a hand over his mouth, and Draxum is moving again - more calmly, this time. He drops the chip bag on the floor and grabs the wastebasket Leo has sitting by what could generously be called a desk. He holds it out, just in time for Leo to lose his breakfast and all the chips he just downed.
Leo hovers over the wastebasket until heâs empty, until heâs spit a few times to try and get rid of the taste. Then he wipes his mouth on his palm and looks up at Draxum warily.
âAre you finished?â Draxum asks.
Leo shrugs. Draxum takes that as an affirmative and lowers the wastebasket to the floor by the doorway.
âWhy are you helping me?â Leo asks.
âIâve been helping you this whole time,â says Draxum, and itâs only the exasperation that manages to break through that makes Leo think itâs - maybe - not a lie.
âWhy?â he repeats, more urgently.Â
âBecause you are my son.â
Leo steps back, his knees knocking into his bed. He sinks down onto the mattress, balling himself up until he can wrap his arms around his knees.Â
âNo,â he says. âMikeyâs your son. Raph and Donnie, theyâre your sons.â
A look passes over Draxumâs face. Itâs⊠sad.
âYou are my son, too.â Draxum takes a step toward him, then seems to second guess himself and stops. âI know we donât get along. But the fear that froze my chest when they told me you were gone couldnât mean anything else.â
Leo stares at Draxum, searching every part of his expression for any hint, any suggestion, that heâs lying. He waits for Draxum to change his tune, to start yelling again, to hit him, to do something.
Draxum doesnât. And Leo sags on the bed. The feeling of fear with nowhere to direct it leaves him floating.
âIâm going to explain everything to you now,â says Draxum. âBut I need to get a few things first. Will you be alright on your own for a few minutes?â
Being alone for a few minutes sounds great; Leo needs to pull himself together. He nods.
âGood.â Draxum stoops and picks up the wastebasket, then the bag of chips, and the chips that fell on the floor. âAnswer your phone,â he says, âbefore your brother comes back to skin me alive.â
Then he leaves the train car. Itâs only then Leo realizes his phone is ringing - has been ringing.
He scrambles to pick it up, seeing Raphâs name and picture lighting up the screen. Raph, who is supposed to be getting groceries, because theyâre running low.
Raph, who apparently didnât rat him out about the chips.
Leo shakily presses the answer button. Then he takes a deep breath and swallows to try and calm his voice.
Then he does what he does best and starts talking.
-----
âHeeey, bro,â says Leo, and Raph wants to weep with relief.
Heâs two full blocks away from the grocery now, headed for the manhole cover closest to the lair. Their groceries are somewhere on the street behind him, and Splinter is held tight in his other arm. When Leo didnât pick up right away, Raph started moving.
He felt it, after all: not as strong as the first time, not as desperate or afraid, but still there. Leo, terrified and alone and angry, crying out for help.
Leo hadnât answered the first four calls, and the worst scenarios are still playing out in Raphâs imagination, even though he can hear Leo now.
âLeo!â he cries, and nearly fumbles the phone. He hits the speaker button, lowering it so Splinter can hear, too. âWhat happened!? Are you okay!? Weâre on our way back right now!â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa,â says Leo, and his voice is scratchy and hoarse, but trying to be placating. âWhat are you talking about, big guy?â He sounds shaky, like saying those words in that tone is taking so much effort, and Raph wants to hit something until it breaks.Â
âJust tell me what happened,â he says, trying to sound calm and failing. Splinter pats his arm and speaks up.
âWe just need to know if you are alright, Blue.â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â says Leo, his voice cracking a bit on the last word. He clears his throat. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
Raph falters, staring at the phone. Does Leo not know? Could Leo really not feel himself doing that?
He gives his dad a helpless look. Unfortunately, Splinter looks just as helpless. Raph dithers on his answer too long, finally choking out, âRaph just⊠got a bad feeling.â
âYou get bad feelings over everything.â
(Raph wishes he did. Then he would have gotten a bad feeling when Leo went to Run of the Mill on his own.)
âThis was just⊠a real bad feeling.â
âLeonardo,â says Splinter softly, âare you certain you are okay?â
âYeah,â says Leo, and he doesnât sound like heâs okay, but like an actor pretending to be someone whoâs okay. âItâs⊠Look, me and Drax got in a fight, but it wasnât a big deal.â
âHe fought you!?â Raph shouts. Someone across the street gives him a weird look.
âNot physically!â says Leo hastily. âNot- I mean- he didnât- itâs not like he would hurt me, right?â
It sounds a little too much like an actual question, and Raph feels queasy.
âHe better not, or Raphâll hurt him.â
âRed,â says Splinter softly. Then he says, into the phone, âNo, Blue. He will not hurt you.â
â...Right,â says Leo quietly. âYeah. He wonât.â
Raph breathes shakily, trying to quell the urge to pummel a car parked on the side of the road into scrap metal. âListen, weâre on our way back right now, okay? Just give us-â
âYou got the groceries already?â Leo interrupts. He sounds so fragile.
Again, Raph looks helplessly at Splinter. This time, Splinter steps in.
âWeâre getting them right now, Blue. Then weâll be on our way back.â
â...Yeah. Cool. Good.â Leo clears his throat again. âThen⊠see you guys in a few?â
â...Yeah,â says Raph, at a loss. âA few.â
âOkay. Well. Bye.â
He hangs up. Raph doesnât move the phone, staring at it long after the screen goes dark and Leoâs smiling face disappears.
âPops, weâre not really going back for the food, are we?â
âHeâll be upset if we come back without it.â
Raph knows heâs right. He knows that. But everything in his body is screaming to get back to Leo right now, not to leave him alone for another second.
âWe canât all run off and leave him again,â he says.
âYes,â agrees Splinter. âYou are right.â
Raph nods. Then, even though it tears him apart, he turns around and starts walking back to the grocery store. He hopes no one spotted their bags and took them, or theyâll have to start over. Theyâll have to leave Leo alone even longer.
âHe hated being alone as a kid,â he says.
âI know,â says his dad.
âWe shouldnât have left him today. I knew it.â
âYes. You were right.â
Raph feels a little mad at Splinter then, that he didnât think through the consequences. Splinter said this isnât on Raph alone, but if heâs the only one thinking about the wellbeing of his brothersâŠ
His brothers.
He puts Splinter down, then unlocks his phone again. âIâm gonna call the other guys. They probably felt that, too.â
âA good idea,â says Splinter. Raph nods at the approval, then clicks Donnieâs contact.
Thankfully for Raphâs anxiety, he answers on the second ring. âHello you are now conversing with Donatello,â he says in a rush, following up with, âWhat happened to Leo!? Are you home!?â
âNo, but I talked to him,â Raph reassures him quickly. âHe says he and Barry got in a fight.â
âA fight!?â Donnie echoes. âAha! I knew heâd turn back to supervillainy one day! You owe me twenty bucks!â A pause, and then Donnie says, âWait, is Leo okay!?â
âNo,â says Raph honestly, âbut I think itâs just a normal sort of bad. It wasnât that kinda fight.â
âAh. An emotional fightâŠâ Donnie sighs. âBut it was bound to happen, I suppose.â
ââŠYeah,â Raph agrees, even though he thinks there must have been something they could have done to prevent it. He thinks about the chips again. He doesnât know what the right thing was, still. âYou felt it, right?â
âYes. It wasnât as strong as the first time, though.â
âWhat about Mikey, did he feel it, too?â
âProbably.â
Raph frowns. âYou donât know?â
âI am not Micheal.â
ââŠSo can you ask?â
âI suppose I can text him for you.â
Raph nearly drops the phone. Then he glances down at Splinter, looking for any hint that heâs listening into Donnieâs half of the conversation.
âWhy donât you ask him, since he is right there with you where he is supposed to be!?â
âH-huh? Oh. Oh, yes!â Donnie chuckles nervously. âThe buddy system, where he is my buddy, and stays in the same place as me and doesnât go anywhere else.â
âRight,â hisses Raph. âThat buddy system.â
âYes! Well. He iiiisâŠnât with me, but! He is. Here. On the other side of the junkyard!â
Raph rubs the bridge of his nose. âWell, tell him to get back from the other side of the junkyard right now so he can be with his buddy!â
âYes, I will do that. Right now. And then weâll be together because weâre in the same place, haha, but Iâm so very busy right now goodbye Raphala!â
He hangs up the phone. Raph scowls at it.
âIs everything alright?â asks Splinter, and Raph wants to rat them out, just for a moment, but he ainât a snitch. Even when he thinks his brothers are being unbelievably stupid.
âEverythingâs fine, Pops,â he says, quickly opening his text thread with Mikey.
boy you better get your butt back to D right now or so help me you will NOT like what comes next
Then he gives Splinter a strained smile and repeats, âEverythingâs fine! Letâs get those groceries!â
-----
When Draxum comes back, heâs carrying a plastic baggy, a bottle of Gatorade, and a whiteboard under his arm. He requests permission to sit on Leoâs bed, and Leo nods reluctantly.
He sets the whiteboard to the side, then opens the Gatorade and passes it to Leo. Then he opens the plastic baggy and holds that out, too.
Thereâs crackers in the bag. Leo takes them, a little stunned.
âI can eat these?â he asks.
âTheyâll help settle your stomach,â says Draxum. âItâs not good for you to eat too much, but itâs also not good for your stomach to sit empty.â
Leo cautiously takes one of the crackers out, watching Draxum as he does. When no hand reaches to stop him, he takes a bite, chewing slow. He still feels a little nauseous, but the familiar texture and taste of the cracker soothes him somehow.
âGood,â says Draxum, propping the whiteboard on his knees and popping the cap off a marker. âTake sips of the drink, too. You need the electrolytes.â
Leo does as heâs told, alternating bites of the cracker with sips of the Gatorade. His stomach slowly unknots, and the tension in his shoulders relaxes.
He wasnât expecting a snack, but Draxum brought him one.
On the board, Draxum has written the days of the week, and drawn out a grid underneath them. Leo eats his snack and watches as Draxum fills each square on the grid with a number.
âWhereâd you even get that?â he asks after a minute.
âI borrowed it from Donatelloâs lab.â
Leo whistles. âWithout asking?â
âI donât think he will mind.â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night.â Leo points at the numbers. They arenât times, or prices, so⊠âWhat are these?â
Draxum lowers the board, turning to look at Leo. âDo you know what refeeding syndrome is?ïżœïżœïżœ
ââŠShould I?â
Draxum shakes his head. âNo, thereâs no reason for you to have known. I should have explained this sooner, but it didnât feel necessary. âŠAnd I thought it might scare you.â
âScare me?â Leo repeats. Heâs not sure what could be even more scary than the fear he feels all the time now.
âI am not telling you this to scare you,â Draxum stresses. âI am telling you this so you understand what is happening now.â
Leo slowly nods.
âRight. So, do you know that when a person is starving, their body changes how it processes nutrients?â
âYeah, itâs like, starvation mode.â
âIf you must call it that,â says Draxum with a nod. âThe body stops relying on carbs and glucose and uses fatty acids instead. This helps preserve the muscles, but causes a severe depletion in intracellular minerals.â
That sounded like a Donnie-level infodump to Leo. He stares at Draxum blankly. âCan you say that again, en Ingles por favor?â
Draxum actually makes a noise that could almost be a laugh. âAlright, think of it this way: a painter wants to use purple, but their purple paints are running low. So they start using red and blue mixed together, which solves the problem of preserving the purple paint, at the cost of running low on red and blue.â
Leo raises his eye ridges. âIs this how you explain stuff to Mikey?â
Draxum shrugs. âHe understands art metaphors.â
Leo settles back a little more comfortably on his bed. He munches on a cracker. âItâs fine for today. Think of a comic book metaphor for next time.â
Draxum gives a long suffering sigh and says, âFine. But do you understand now?â
âYeah, I think so.â
âGood. So when a person eats again after a long term starvation event, their body wonât start relying on glucose again right away. Itâs still in âstarvation mode,â as you called it, and switching isnât easy. The painter buys a new purple paint, but the color is different enough that they will have to use more red and blue to blend the two together.â
âIâm starting to lose track of the art metaphor here. We added purple, but weâre still low on red and blue, right?â
âYes, precisely. Your body is low on critical minerals, and those need to be replenished at the same time it is given more carbs to convert to glucose.â
âBut I still donât understand why that means I have to eat less,â says Leo.
âDigestion itself takes energy,â says Draxum. âAnd the body isnât using the tools itâs being given properly yet. So it is using more and more minerals without replacing any. The imbalance leads to stress on the body, which has negative downstream effects.â
âSo, TLDR, if I eat too much right now, my body canât handle it and Iâll get sick.â
âI have no idea what TLDR means, but yes, simply put.â
Leo looks at the cracker in his hand thoughtfully. âSo all the times Iâve puked are refeeding syndrome?â
âNo,â says Draxum with a shake of his head. âThat is because your stomach has shrunk, and youâve overstuffed it.â A pause, then Draxum adds, âThough I believe what just happened was a stress response.â
âIâm not stressed,â says Leo. The look Draxum gives him is not convinced. âSooo then what is refeeding syndrome if itâs not barfing?â
âThe lack of minerals causes severe stress on all parts of the body, especially the organs. This can lead to a number of disorders⊠including organ failure.â Draxum pauses, like he doesnât want to say more, but he still adds, âIn extreme cases, it can lead to heart failure.â
The cracker Leo is holding slips through his fingers. He feels his pulse speed up, something cold and terrible sliding through him.
âIf I eat too much my heart could stop?â he asks, and his voice is small.
âIn extreme cases,â Draxum repeats. âIf you began showing symptoms, we would take you to a hospital. Even in the Hidden City there is no mystic cure-all for this, but they could at least reduce the stress on your organs.â
Leo shakes his head. His hands are trembling. The words feel like theyâre coming to him through thousands of feet of water.
âWhy didnât you tell me this sooner?â
âI did not want to scare you,â Draxum says again. âAnd I did not think it was necessary. Refeeding syndrome is entirely preventable, if precautions are taken.â
It barely penetrates. All Leo wants is food. All he wants is to eat. But now food somehow feels like the enemy. He suddenly queasy again. Should he even be eating these crackers? What is safe? What isnât?
âIs this forever?â he manages to ask.Â
He doesnât know how to take it, if it is.
âNo,â says Draxum quickly. He raises his hand and reaches toward Leo, but Leo flinches. Draxum lets it drop again. ââŠNo, Leonardo, it is not forever,â he says, and his voice is more soft than Leo has ever heard it - more soft than he thought Draxum capable of. âThe most critical time for refeeding is the first five to seven days. You are almost clear of the danger zone now. And your enhanced biology may even mean weâre already past it⊠though I am still being cautious.â
Leo lets out a breath. So itâs not forever - it may even be over. It doesnât calm the racing of his heart (at least he knows it hasnât stopped, ha ha), but it does make him feel like he can pick up the cracker again.
âThen what happens once weâre past it?â
âThat is what this is for.â Draxum lifts the whiteboard again, perching it on his knees. âEven once youâre out of danger of refeeding syndrome, weâll still need to build your daily food intake up gradually, until you can eat like you once did. These,â he taps the board with the marker, âare my calorie goals for each meal and snack. As you can see, every day it goes up.â
Leo looks over the counts. They donât really mean anything to him, but he can at least see how the number increases across the seven days on the board. âHow many calories is normal?â
âBased on calculations I have done, going off what I have seen you boys eat as well as my own estimates for your growth, you and Donatello eat roughly five thousand calories a day, sometimes going as high as six thousand when you are particularly active.â Draxum scribbles the number in the corner of the whiteboard. âItâs high compared to humans, but within perfectly healthy limits given your mutant biology and high metabolism. Raphael eats more, and Michelangelo eats a bit less, though not by much.â
âYeah,â Leo gives a chuckle, âkid can put away a whole large pizza by himself when his blood sugarâs low.â
âUnfortunately, I have seen him do it.â Draxum sighs. âBut right now, you are averaging much less.â He taps the numbers. âOur goal right now is to get to where you are eating around twenty two hundred calories a day steadily, without getting sick.â
Leo has never been the math guy, but even he can handle some simple division. âLess than half? Seriously?â
âYes, seriously. That is why ensuring that your meals are as nutritious as possible is important.â He nods at the pill organizer. âAnd why the vitamins are important.â
Less than half as much as he used to eat⊠It leaves Leo feeling a little dizzy again. Nine days without food wrecked his system this hard?
âDonât panic,â says Draxum in that soft voice again, and Leo feels a little resentment for how it pulls him out of his ensuing spiral. âYou can see that your counts are going up steadily, and as we reintroduce solid food it will get even easier. And this is not hard and fast. Going a little above this is not an issue. And I am constantly readjusting as we go. It will take time before you are⊠putting away entire pizzas.â Draxum scrunches up his face in distaste. âBut in a few weeks, you will be eating a much more normal diet than you are now.â
Leo rubs his hand up and down his arm. âNormal like, I can eat potato chips without getting yelled at?â
Draxum sighs. âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have yelled at you to begin with.â
âYeah, wellâŠâ Leo fishes his last cracker out of the bag and rubs it between his fingers. âI gave you a black eye, so I think weâre even.â
âHmph.â Draxum almost sounds amused, though he doesnât let his lips quirk up even a tiny bit. Leo thinks he might be allergic to smiles, unless heâs doing something evil. âStill, I hope you understand the situation now.â
âYeah, I guess.â Leo takes a small bite of the last cracker. Takes his time chewing and swallowing it. âThe main thing is youâre going to keep being a pain in the butt for the next few weeks, right?â
âYes, youâre stuck with me.â Draxum watches him take another bite of cracker, then says, âThereâs something else you need to understand, Leonardo. The goal of this,â he taps the whiteboard, âis to keep you from getting sick. It is not to keep you hungry.â
Leo stares at the board, and the calorie counts, all laid out neatly. âSure,â he says, and he doesnât feel it.
Draxum hesitates, then taps each row, reading off, âBreakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, snack. Smaller amounts of food more frequently, to keep your stomach full without overstuffing.â
âMakes sense, I guess.â
âAnd this can be moved around. If you eat breakfast earlier than normal, you can have a snack in the morning instead. But you tend to sleep in, which is why I structured it this way.â
âNineâs not sleeping in,â Leo grumbles.
âNine is- no, this is not the point.â Draxum gives his head a shake. âThe point is, if you want to move your eating times around, we can. The goal of this is to keep you from getting sick. It is not to keep you hungry.â
âI heard you the first time.â
âNo, Iâm not sure you did.â Draxum again uncaps the marker, then writes across the top of the board five simple words:
If you are hungry: eat.
Leo stares at those words. It feels like a trap, a trick - Draxumâs being all nice right now, but the way he ripped the bag from Leoâs handsâŠ
âI was hungry when I ate the chips,â he says, and itâs a little bit of a lie, but thatâs not the point. He watches Draxum carefully, for any sign that this is all fake, and Draxum really does want him to suffer.
Draxumâs brows furrow. âYou are not in trouble for eating,â he says. âYouâll never be in trouble for eating. It is just good for you right now to eat healthy things.Â
âI know it isnât fair,â he adds, voice blunt, âbut life rarely is.â
Leo studies his face. And the amazing thing is, he doesnât think Draxum is lying.
âSo⊠if I want a late night snack, I can eat some crackers?â he asks, waving the empty baggie.
âYes. Or a banana, or some yogurt⊠If you feel very hungry, you could even eat some egg, or leftover soup.â
âAnd youâre fine with me just eating⊠whenever?â
âIf you are so hungry you need to eat an extra meal, I just ask that you let me know, so I can adjust.â He taps the board. âBut yes, I am. You know the stakes now. I trust you.â
Trust. Leoâs never had much of that from anyone. He looks down at the empty bag and wonders if itâs really true.
ââŠIs there anything you need right now?â Leo lifts his eyes back to Draxumâs face. âI can get it for you.â
Leo thinks about it. âWhen did you say lunch is?â
âAbout an hour and twenty minutes, now.â
âThen⊠Iâm fine.â Leo pushes himself further back on his bed, dropping his trash into the space between them.
âHm. I will bring you some more juice to drink.â Draxum nods at the pill organizer. âYou still need to take those.â
Leo shoos him off. âI will, sheesh.â Now that he knows how important it is.
Draxum rolls his eyes and gets up. He takes the trash, but leaves the white board propped against the wall at the foot of Leoâs bed.
Heâs almost to the door when Leo clears his throat and says, âHey Barry?â
Draxum pauses, hand grasping the curtain. âYes?â
âAny chance we can skip telling my dad and brothers about⊠everything?â
Draxum looks back at him. âTrust me when I say that I would like to omit this as much as you⊠But I am going to have to tell your father, at least.â
Leo groans, letting his head fall back on his pillows. âThis sucks.â
âThen I will try to think of ways to make it suck less.â Draxum pulls the curtain aside. âRest, Leonardo. Iâll bring your juice.â
Then heâs gone, leaving Leo alone.
-----
Raph puts the groceries down in the kitchen, then looks toward the escalator leading down. He should stay and help put everything away, but all he wants to do right now is rush to Leoâs side.
âGo,â says Splinter beside him. âI can take care of this.â
Thatâs all the permission Raph needs; he takes the escalator steps two at a time and crashes down onto the lower level.
Draxum is there, standing outside Leoâs train car and looking at one of his notebooks again. When he hears Raph, he closes it and looks up.
Raphâs eyes catch on the bruise forming on Draxumâs cheek and eye - itâs just starting to darken, but Raph can tell itâs going to be a plum shade of purple by the end of the day.
âHe told me it wasnât physical,â says Raph immediately. A little dangerously.
âIt wasnât, on my end,â says Draxum.
Raph finds that he believes that, and he canât help the way his lips quirk up at the news.
Draxum scowls. âYes, yes, very funny.â
Raph claps him on the shoulder. âCome on, Barry. You know you deserved it.â
âWe can debate that later,â says Draxum, dry. He nods at the train car. âHeâs in his room.â
âRaph figured.â He locks eyes on the room, wishing he could see past the curtains to know Leoâs state. âWhen you guys were fighting, he⊠called for us again.â
Draxumâs expression turns more concerned - nearly imperceptibly so, but Raph knows him well enough by now to see it. âYes, I know.â
âYou felt it?â
âNo.â Draxum pulls away. âI have things to discuss with Lou Jitsu. Is he in the kitchen?â
âYeah.â Raph wants to know what Draxum saw, but he always wants to get to Leo as fast as possible. In the end, the draw to his brother is stronger, and he steps forward. âHelp him put the groceries up.â
âIf I must,â says Draxum, and then he walks away toward the escalator. Raph doesnât hang around to watch, instead hurrying to Leoâs room.
The room is a mess, even more than normally. His action figures are scattered everywhere, comic books have been knocked from the shelves, his blankets are on the floor. Leo himself is in bed, vacant expression staring at nothing Raph can see, and itâs an eerie way to see his little brother, usually never without his phone or a comic book in his quiet moments.Â
He clears his throat, and Leoâs eyes flick his way. âHey, Leo.â
âHey.â Leo rouses himself to alertness, like heâd been sleeping with his eyes open. He shifts on his pillows so he can better see Raph. âYou guys got the groceries?â
âYeah, we did,â he assures Leo. He walks in, standing over Leoâs bed. Heâd been so anxious to get back here, but now he finds himself trapped in the same place as always, unsure what to say or do.
Leo stares up at him. ââŠEverything okay, hermano?â
âI came to ask you that.â Raph sits down on the edge of the bed, then startles when something hard falls against his arm. He looks and finds a whiteboard, with numbers that make no sense to him written in neat columns (not Leoâs handwriting), and, across the top:
If you are hungry: eat.
Raph canât help but stare at those words a few seconds longer. Is this something Leo needed to be told?
Beside him, Leo is saying, âMe and Drax got in a fight, but we worked it out. Itâs fine.â
âYeah.â Raph grins, tearing his eyes away from the whiteboard to look at Leo. âI saw the shiner you gave him.â
Heâs expecting a grin back; for Leoâs expression to turn mischievous, or cocky. For Leo to proudly take credit for punching Draxum right in the eye.
Heâs not expecting Leo to flinch and look away. âI thought he was better at dodging than that,â he says.
Raph falters, not sure how to respond. He knows Leo; his little brother would never hit anyone for no reason, even someone like Baron Draxum. Leo might playfight, Leo might even throw things at them from time to time, but he never aimed to hurt, only to irritate.Â
Once again, Raph doesnât know the right way to approach this situation. Should he try to talk to Leo about this? Is he the right person to try? Would Leo even want to hear it from Raph, who so often struggles with his own anger responses?
(He thinks about the fight again, and feels a rush of shame.)
Heâs still trying to work it out when Leo changes the subject.
âWhy didnât you tell him?â Leo picks at some fuzz on his sheets. âAbout the chips.â
Thatâs something else Raph has been trying to figure out. But now, for this question at least, he has an answer.
âThey didnât have anyoneâs name on âem.â
Leoâs fingers pause. âBut you know Iâm not supposed to eat those.â
âYeah, well⊠I still wasnât gonna tell. Raphâs not a snitch.â He shrugs. âLook, I know Barryâs right and you gotta be careful about what you eat so you donât get sick. But this is still your house, Leo. We agreed a long time ago that unless food has someoneâs name on it, itâs fair game.â
Leo actually smiles just a little at that, and Raph feels his heart leap at the sight. Itâs not quite a full, big Leo smile, but itâs something. âAnd sometimes the name doesnât stop us.â
Raph laughs. âThatâs just because I got three little brothers who are a pain in the shell.â He reaches out to rub Leoâs head, and is a little surprised and a lot pleased when Leo doesnât duck it.Â
(It wraps around to concern again, when Leo seems to chase the touch like heâll drown without it.)
âListen,â he says, âDraxum gives you any more trouble and you just come tell me, okay? Iâll deal with it. Weâll get it worked out.â He moves his hand down to scratch the ridge of Leoâs shell, right where he canât easily reach himself. âRaphâs got your back.â
Leo goes tense under his fingers, and Raph thinks heâs said something wrong. But the soft little, âOh,â Leo says after isnât upset. Itâs just⊠surprised.
But why would he be surprised by that?
But when Raph thinks about it⊠whenâs the last time he told Leo that? Whenâs the last time he felt like Leo had his back, too?
Somewhere along the way, he and Leo lost what made them them. Best friends, friendly rivals, brothers through thick and thin. It all got swallowed up by their fights and disagreements. And then Leo was taken from him.
But Leo isnât gone. Leo is right here.
And suddenly Raph doesnât know how heâs made it this long without hugging his little brother. He should have already. That should have been the first thing.
He moves the hand thatâs scratching Leoâs shell to more firmly grab his back, watching close to see Leoâs reaction. Leoâs eyes flutter closed, like he feels totally safe, and Raph doesnât waste the trust thatâs been given to him.
He lifts Leo up and pulls him into his lap, wrapping his arms around in the safest bear hug he can give. Leo melts into it, his head leaning against Raphâs plastron, his arm coming up to loosely hook itself around Raphâs neck.Â
âI gotcha, Leo,â he promises, cradling him close. âI gotcha.â
âI know,â says Leo, but Raph wonders if he really does. Raph hasnât done a great job of showing it.
He still doesnât know his answer. He still feels a stab in his heart when he thinks of Leo saying he did what a hero would. But April was right. Leo doesnât need big emotional confrontations right now. He needs his big brother.
And Raph can do that. Itâs the thing heâs best at.
âHey,â he says, âwanna come watch Jupiter Jim: Venture to Venus with me?â
Leo opens his eyes to squint up at him. âDeeâll hate it if he misses the sing-along parts,â he says, but now, finally, a little bit of his mischievousness is back.
Raph grins. âWhat Donnie doesnât know wonât hurt him.â
Leo laughs then, small and tired and hoarse but there. Raph gives him another squeeze, then stands up and takes Leo with him.
Heâs still unsettlingly light, like he was when Raph lifted him from the cot. But thereâs a little more of him back.
If they get a little more of him every day, eventually, his little brother will truly be home.
-----
Leo stays in his lap for the movie. He makes no attempt to leave and Raph makes no attempt to remove him.
Splinter brings them lunch around the halfway mark: the alphabet soup they bought at the store for Leo, with bread and more banana for after. Leo complains that heâs not a little kid, but out of the corner of his eye Raph catches him industriously fishing around for the letters L, E, and O. He gets a little, self-satisfied smile on his face at his accomplishment, and Raph has to force his eyes to focus on the screen before he squishes Leo like one of his teddy bears.
After lunch, Leo dozes off. Itâs not a surprise, especially given how eventful the morning was. Raphâs just glad itâs actual sleep and not that scary, blank-eyed stare he saw Leo with earlier.
Raph stays there after his arms fall asleep, after the movie ends, after he hears Donnie and Mikey come home (together, at least). Heâd stay there all night, but Splinter comes in and puts a hand on his arm. Heâs carrying a plate with a snack for Leo.
âDraxum wants to talk to you and Purple and Orange.â
Raph looks at Leo, still curled up against him, and shakes his head. âI donât wanna leave him.â
âItâs alright. I will be here with him.â Splinter pats his arm again. âTake a break and stretch. You can sit with him after youâre done.â
Reluctantly, Raph gets up. He shifts Leo to the chair as carefully as he can (Leo murmurs in his sleep but doesnât wake), then looks back at Splinter.
âYouâll be here when he wakes up, right?â he asks again.
(Maybe heâs still a little mad.)
âYes,â Splinter promises. âIâll be here.â
So Raph leaves. He shakes out his arms and legs, stiff from holding Leo, then swings by the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen. He can hear Mikey there already.
â-tell us what happened,â Mikey is saying, standing with his arms crossed and face angry. This is the most frustrated Raph can remember seeing Mikey act toward Draxum. Beside him, Donnie looks equally agitated.
âI have told your father what happened,â says Draxum, looking much more calm by comparison, âand we have agreed to maintain Leonardoâs privacy for now.â
âIs it about Leoâs privacy or do you think we just donât deserve to know?â Mikey snaps. Raph knows that tone, and he knows this is about to turn into a fight.
He steps into the middle before it can. âHold up, Mikey. Letâs hear him out.â His little brother does not seem happy with that, and he opens his mouth to argue, but before he can Raph refocuses on Draxum. âTell us whatâs goinâ on, Barry.â
Draxumâs eyes move slowly between all three of them before landing on Raph. âAs I was telling your brothers, Lou Jitsu and I have agreed not to tell you all the details of what happened earlier, primarily because we are not sure how much Leonardo himself is comfortable with you knowing.â
It stings, but Raph knows heâs right. Itâs like the security tapes Donnie chose not to watch. They have to let Leo decide how much they know and how much they donât.
Still, Raph has his concerns. He folds his arms, mimicking his brothers behind him, and stares Draxum down. âAlright,â he says, and ignores the indignant noise Mikey makes behind him, âbut did you tell Pops everything?â
âYes.â
âEverything?â
âYes,â Draxum repeats. âHe needs to know, so we know how to care for Leonardo going forward.â
Raph isnât as good at reading people as Leo, but itâs not like Draxum is an enigma, either. He doesnât think the old goat is lying, so Raph relaxes his posture.
âOkay,â he says. âAs long as Dad knows.â
âHe did something so bad Leo punched him!â Mikey argues. âLeo doesnât just do that!â
âIn his defense,â says Donnie, âDraxumâs face is very punchable.â
Raph snorts at the indignant look Draxum gives that remark.
âHonestly,â says Draxum with a sigh, âall four of you boys are the same⊠But I can tell you that much.â He looks down, not meeting their eyes now. âI took food from your brotherâs hands, before I realized what an error that is.â
All of them stiffen. Behind him, Raph senses Donnie shifting his weight in agitation.Â
âYou took food from him!?â cries Mikey. He sounds so betrayed. âWhy!?â
âI was worried about him making himself sick,â Draxum explains. âBut I did not handle it well. I have already apologized to him.â
âYou better have!â Ah, thereâs Doctor Delicate Touch.
âI have,â Draxum repeats. âAnd we have reached an understanding⊠which is what I need to talk to the three of you about.â He looks at them now. âThere are going to be some new rules around here, at least for the duration of Leonardoâs recovery.â
âWhat rules?â asks Raph. âBesides donât yank food out of Leoâs hands?â
âWell, that is an important one.â Draxum nods. âBut we have also decided to adhere to a more strict meal schedule than you do normally. If meals are coming at regular, predictable times, we think this will reduce a lot of stress for Leonardo.â
Raph thinks of the words on the whiteboard. Of the neat rows of numbers. Does Leo wonder when heâll be fed next? Does it scare him, not knowing?
Doesnât he know his family would never let him go hungry?
âIt makes sense,â says Donnie behind him. âWe usually eat whenever we feel like it, but if Leo has to be careful with his diet, having a routine will make it easier.â
If Donnie thinks so, itâs probably right. Raph nods. âYeah, sure. Whatever we gotta do to help Leo.â
Draxum nods back. âRight now, weâre planning for breakfast at eight, or whenever he wakes up, lunch at noon, and dinner at six. Leo will get regular snacks as well; smaller, more frequent meals are better for him right now than three large ones. Of course, the three of you can still do what you feel like; if you want your own snack, or want to eat later, you can.â
âLetâs all try to eat with Leo,â says Raph, looking back at his brothers. Donnie nods immediately; Mikey hesitates.
âWill Leo be in trouble,â he asks, âif he eats snacks when you didnât tell him to?â
âNo,â says Draxum. âI have already told him this. If heâs hungry, he can eat; he doesnât need anyone to tell him he can.â
Raphâs glad to hear that; he knows he wouldnât have been able to play food police. Mikey seems to calm down at this reassurance, too, and he nods.
âOkay. Then, weâre starting tonight? Dinner at six?â
âYes.â Draxum seems relieved, that Mikey doesnât look so angry anymore. âYou can help me, if you want.â
âDuh,â says Mikey, and Draxum cringes. âIâll be here!â
He and Donnie leave then; Donnie says heâs going to finish Leoâs curtains, and Mikey goes to his room. Raph hangs back, watching Draxum.
âYou sure you didnât touch him?â he asks, once heâs sure his brothers are out of earshot.
Draxum looks at him, open, not hiding. âI did not. I acted rashly, but I would not lay a hand on him.â
ââŠOkay. I believe you.â Raph folds his arms. âBut if Leo ever tells me anything different, you know what happens next, right?â
âI do. But I would not hurt him.â Draxum looks nonchalant, despite the conversation. âDespite my best efforts, Iâve grown fond of all of you. Iâm here to help him.â
Raph canât help but smile at that. Itâs probably as close as Barry will ever get to being affectionate.
âThanks, then. For all youâre doinâ.â Raph turns to leave. âBut donât yank food out of his hands again.â
âI wonât. You have my word.â
Raph decides to take it.
-----
âBlueâŠ? Are you awake?â
Leo blinks his eyes open to find Splinter peering down at him, a plate in his hand. Blearily, he sits up in the recliner. It takes him a moment to realize heâs by himself now - Raph has gone.
It makes him feel a little sad. He knows Raph still has something he wants to yell about, but there for a short while, it was really nice to just be his little brother.
Now his dad is here, with food. Leo remembers the chart Draxum gave him - breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, snack - and feels his heart relax.
âHey, Dad. Yeah, Iâm awake.â
âVery good. I have brought you some more yogurt and fruit.â
âYippee,â says Leo, tone flat. âIâm gonna be the most regular guy on the planet after this.â
Splinter laughs at that, and it makes Leo feel a little sense of triumph. âCherish it while youâre young.â
âEw, gross,â he says, and Splinter laughs again.
Leo eats his snack. The projector skips on the screen, still on but with nothing set to play. Splinter settles in on the arm of the chair and waits until Leoâs almost done.
Then he says, âDraxum told me what happened earlier.â
Leo goes stiff. He swallows his bite of banana around the knot in his throat.Â
âYeah, he⊠said he was going to tell you.â
âIâm sorry that he was so harsh with you. You are not in trouble for taking the chips. The food in this lair is as much yours as it is any of ours.â
âI know,â says Leo, even though heâs not sure of anything anymore. But itâs what Splinter wants to hear.
âI wonât be leaving you alone with him again.â Splinter pats his arm. âHe may be reformed, but he is still stupid, and not at all fit to take care of children!â
âWhich is what makes him perfect for a public school lunchroom,â says Leo, and grins when it gets another laugh out of his dad.
Leo finishes his snack. The projector is still skipping. It makes a little clicking noise every few seconds.
â...Leonardo,â says Splinter, and Leo tenses up again.
âOh no, full nameâŠâ
âYou are not in trouble,â says Splinter again. Leo wonders why he keeps saying that. âBut I have to ask you this again. When you were⊠with the EPF. Did anyone touch you in any way?â
Leo stares at him. Why are they having this conversation again?
âNo. I told you that, remember?â
âI remember. But I have to make sure.â Splinter puts his hand on Leoâs. Leo stares at it. âDid anyone⊠make you do something you didnât want to do?â
âUh⊠besides stay there?â
âLeonardo.â Splinterâs tone is not angry, but Leo still winces. âI understand that this is uncomfortable to talk about. But I need to know for your safety. Did any of them do anything to you? Or make you do something to them? To yourself?â
Leo stares at his dadâs hand. He thinks of getting down on his knees and begging.
â...No.â He gives his head a shake. âThey didnât even hit me or anything.â And itâs the truth.
They didnât really do anything to him at all.
â...Alright.â Splinter leans over and presses a kiss to the top of Leoâs head. Leo keeps his eyes on their hands and listens to the skip of the projector. âThank you for telling me.â
âYeah. Sure.â He hands the empty plate over and sinks further into the recliner cushions. He wishes the conversation hadnât curdled the snack in his guts. âUh, can we⊠turn on something so the projector isnât making that sound?â
âOh, yes!â Splinter sets the plate aside, then grabs for the remote. âIt is aaalmost time for Scorpion Treadmill!â
Leo snorts despite himself. âSure, sounds great.â
Splinter finds the channel and settles into the chair next to Leo. Leo closes his eyes and listens to the Japanese he can barely understand and his dadâs laughter, and tries to ignore the way his own skin feels slimy.
-----
After dinner, and after his snack, Donnie shows him the new curtains.
The new rods are just as makeshift as the ones from the day before, with the same color and the same details. Leo loves them. He tells Donnie so, and Donnie grins big and happy, and Leo feels happy, too, that he can still make at least one brother look like that.
âOh, Iâm so glad you like them!â says Donnie, for what must be the fifth time. âBut seriously, if you want me to add some smart tech to them, just say the word.â
âThanks but no thanks, Dee. I donât want my curtains to gain sentience on me.â
Donnie pouts, but itâs good natured. He comes over and sits on the bed next to Leo, the two of them looking around his room. Itâs crazy to Leo, how different it looks now. Though, maybe the mess is contributing to that feelingâŠ
âItâs so dark in here now,â Donnie observes. His tone is totally neutral in a way Donnie could never hope to fake, so Leo doesnât take it as a judgment.
Which is good, because Leo doesnât know how to explain that he likes it that way. That the dark makes him feel calm and safe. Hidden.
âI could always add more lighting,â he says instead. He has his lanterns and a desk lamp, but he has to admit, some things will be harder without the ambient lights from outside.
âOh, I can do that next!â says Donnie. âWhat kind of lighting do you want? I can see what I have in the lab-â
âWhoa, hey,â says Leo quickly. He reaches over and flicks Donnie on his big forehead. (It lacks any force, because Leo is still weak, but Donnie says, âOw!â exaggeratedly anyway.) âI get that youâre trying to help, but youâve done enough. I know you must have some battleshell or robot or nuclear bomb youâre dying to work on instead.â
Donnie falters at that. He eyes Leo, the same way everyone does lately, like heâs some kind of timebomb that might go off.
âI just want you to be comfortable,â he says.
âWhat do you mean? Iâm super comfy!â Leo waves the sleeve of his hoodie in demonstration. âItâs the lair, Don-ton. Same as always.â
Donnieâs expression goes even flatter. He turns his eyes on the train car walls. âSame as always? It hasnât even been a year.â
Leo flinches. Right, well⊠So itâs not the same as ever. But itâs the same as the one he was stolen from, and thatâs all that matters, right?
âYou know what I mean.â He bumps their shoulders together. âItâs home. Itâs where you guys are. Iâm totally fine.â
And he means that.
He means it, he means it, he means it.
â...Right.â Donnie is trying to sound like he believes Leo. âWell, if you change your mind about the lighting, you know where to find me.â
âI sure do, hermano.â He bumps their shoulders again. âThanks, though.â
They sit for a moment in silence. Leo wonders if he should offer a late night movie session, or if he should send Donnie on his way. Heâs torn. He doesnât really want to be alone. But he doesnât want to bother Donnie more than he already has.
Before he can decide, Donnieâs phone dings. He picks it up and clicks something on his screen.
âWhatâs up?â asks Leo.
âOh nothing.â Donnie waves a hand. âDraxum just finally decided to leave. About timeâŠâ
âHuh? How do you⊠knowâŠâ
Leo leans over on his shoulder to look, and answers his own question.
Cameras. Of course Donnie has cameras. This one is outside the entrance to the lair from the sewers, and Leo can see Draxumâs retreating back as he heads for the nearest manhole.
âThe camera alerts me whenever anyone other than one of the five of us leaves,â Donnie is saying. âItâs part of the security upgrades Iâve been working on.â
âSecurity upgrades,â Leo repeats, feeling a little faint.
Donnie doesnât notice, jumping on the chance to infodump. âYes! Iâve added more cameras, and proximity alarms, and Iâve been working on more upgrades to our trackers, like I told you. Oh, and new security measures for my baby, of course. And once Shelldonâs new body is complete, Iâll integrate him with the system as well, andâŠâ
Donnieâs still talking, but Leo canât hear it. His eyes are tracking all around his train car - the dark corners, the shelves, the nooks and crannies.
Donnie has cameras all over the lair.
Where are the cameras in here?
-----
For another night in a row, Leo doesnât sleep.
#rottmnt#room fic#dandy fanfiction#rise leo#rise raph#rise donnie#rise mikey#rise splinter#cw food issues#cw vomiting
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Roommates | 10. just us two
Pairing: (ex)pornstar!joel x f!reader
Chapter Summary: You and Joel settle into your new lives together.
Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol and food consumption, massive quantities of fluff, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex (reader is on BC), oral sex (f!receiving), spanking, pussy pronouns, multiple orgasms, some sex tape action đ
WC: 7.1K
A/N: Okay, we've reached the end of the road for these two! I can't believe I'm wrapping up another fic, jfc. Thank you so much for sticking around and expressing so much love and excitement for this story. It means so much to me that I'm able to share this part of myself with people who are just as happy as me about these characters. This chapter wasn't really necessary, most loose ends are already tied up but they deserved to be happy, so this entire chapter is just love and fluff and smut. Shout out to @txtattoostark for listening to me yap and for the watermelon moonshine inspo. Enjoy, and thanks again â€ïž
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One Month Later
Joel smiled to himself as he watched you in the kitchen with his mom from his spot in the living room. The old radio next to the sink, dusty and missing two buttons, was softly playing jazz music while you both worked on dinner. It wasn't the trailer park he grew up in. The small ranch house his mother bought with the life insurance money she received after his father passed away wasn't too bad. He begged her for years to let him give her some money, to buy her a place closer to town, to pay for new appliances at the very least, but she always refused. Instead, he found himself visiting her whenever he had a few days off so he could fix the sink or the washer or cut the grass.
He didn't mind. It was a good excuse to come visit. He enjoyed catching up and spending time with her.
But now, with you? Watching the way you seamlessly moved around the kitchen, laughing with his mom and stirring things in pots while swaying your hips in those tight denim shorts... yeah, this was different. This was much better.
"Hey, brother," Tommy said from behind, startling him out of his rosy daydream. Joel stood with a smile to engulf Tommy in a hug once he kicked off his shoes.
"You look tan," he remarked, then reached for Maria and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"New Orleans was sunny," Tommy said, holding some bottle of clear alcohol in his hand. "Brought back some moonshine. Watermelon. Mama's favorite."
"Oh, Tommy! Maria! You're back!" their mother cried from the kitchen before wiping her hands on a towel and hurrying over to the front door, her worn out blue slippers catching on the rug as she walked. "How was your honeymoon?" she asked after she squeezed them both within an inch of their lives.
"Amazing," Maria said happily. "We had such a great time. Have you ever been?"
Mrs. Miller shook her head. "Maybe James will take me one day."
"Is he here?" Tommy asked, handing his mother the liquor.
"No, he's visiting his daughter out of town this weekend. Come on, I have some snacks out."
The four of them entered the kitchen and you swiveled around with a big smile. Setting down the wooden spoon you were holding, you threw your arms around Maria's neck, then Tommy's.
"How was it?" you asked them, your eyes sparkling with excitement.
You and Maria fell into an animated conversation about some haunted ghost tour when Tommy cleared his throat and propped his hands on his hips.
The pair of you stopped talking to look at him questioningly, then realization dawned on you. You smirked and shook your head before digging into your back pocket to pull out a folded bill and slapped it into his palm.
"You were right, Tommy."
He laughed and tucked the money into his shirt pocket.
"Thought you mighta forgot."
Joel frowned and looked between the two of you curiously, but Maria seemed to know exactly what was going on because she was already chuckling to herself.
You glanced over at Joel, who was eating a cracker with cheese, and your expression softened. "Best hundred bucks I ever lost."
"The hell you givin' him a hundred bucks for?" Joel asked incredulously, but you just slipped your arms around his waist and rested your chin against his chest with a smile.
"I lost a bet," you told him.
He practically melted into a puddle under your touch. He couldn't get enough. After a year of denying yourselves or sneaking around, it felt so good to be open. He refused to ever take it for granted, so he tilted your face up and pressed a tender kiss against your lips. He felt your mouth twitch into a smile when Tommy groaned in fake disgust.
"Thought we were the newlyweds here."
You broke the kiss to shoot him a look over your shoulder.
"Try and keep up."
Joel tossed his head back and laughed, then released his hold on you so you could return to the stove. Maria washed her hands and picked up a knife to chop vegetables and Tommy reached for the bottle of moonshine their mother left on the counter.
"Let's crack into this," he said, and Joel nodded. He weaved through the kitchen to open up the cupboard where the glasses were kept, grabbing five tumblers. You were swaying again with the music and you gently knocked into him with your hips, just enough to tease him, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
"Watch yourself, baby," he warned with a wink before placing the glasses down next to Tommy so he could pour.
Joel couldn't remember a time he had seen his mother look so happy. The five of them sat around her dining room table, a table made for four but you all squeezed in, knees knocking together underneath, arms brushing against one another, and it felt perfect.
He leaned back in his chair after finishing his food, one arm draped along the back of your chair, his other hand loosely holding his glass of moonshine and he smiled. He tried to pay attention to Maria and his brother tell stories about their honeymoon, but he had a hard time looking away from you. Eventually, he stopped trying. His gaze slid down your face, admiring your smile and the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed.
He was so fucking lucky.
Tearing his eyes away to bring his glass to his lips, he caught his mother watching him across the table with a knowing smile. She winked at him before giving Tommy her attention once again and Joel felt his face warm.
Once dinner was over, he and Tommy stood to clear everyone's plates. A habit that was formed early on in their lives. Whoever didn't cook had to clean up.
After the dishes were done and the leftovers were packed away, the two brothers refilled their glasses and wandered out to the back porch where their mother, you and Maria had ended up.
Maria and Mrs. Miller were strolling around the yard, their mother pointing out plants and flowers and telling Maria some long winded story about each. The deer hate this one. Cindy up the street cut a chunk of this out of her garden for me, can you believe how big it is now? I got this from Home Depot on clearance half dead, look how good it's doing.
"Better go save her," Tommy murmured before jogging down the steps. Joel plopped himself next to you on the porch with a sigh and clinked your glasses together.
"Lucky you already got the flower tour earlier," he told you.
You bit your lip and chuckled. "She really loves her garden."
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. The sun was setting and you could hear the crickets coming to life all around you. Birds swooped anxiously overhead, rushing back to their nests for the night. A cool breeze floated through the air, rustling your hair and making you shiver.
"C'mere," he murmured, patting his thigh. You smirked and shook your head but put your glass down and stood to perch on his leg, wrapping your arms around his neck lovingly and giving him a chaste kiss.
He hummed in approval and licked his lips. "Taste good."
"Like watermelon?" you asked, fingers twisting around the long strands of hair on the back of his head.
He nodded. "And you."
You kissed him once again, lingering a bit longer that time so you could fully appreciate the softness of his lips between yours and breathing in deep the scent of soap still stuck to his skin.
Then voices began to grow louder behind you, indicating your alone time was coming to an end.
Tommy stumbled on the stairs leading up the porch and you turned around on Joel's lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you right where you were, before teasing his brother.
"Better take it easy. You been out for two weeks at work, you ain't callin' in tomorrow 'cause you're hungover."
Tommy rolled his eyes and took your abandoned chair.
"Yes, boss."
"How are things at the bar, Joel?" his mother asked, sitting down with a sigh. "I'm so glad you found some work I can actually tell my girlfriends about without lying."
You stifled a giggle and glanced at Maria, who was also trying to hold back her laughter.
"Good, Mama," Joel said, ignoring her other comment. His chin came to rest over your shoulder as he spoke. "The remodel is done. Opened up the room so there's a place to dance. Easier for customers to move around. Everyone's been real excited to see the changes. Been busy."
"He's been working so hard, too," you added, twisting to your side so your fingers could lovingly rake through the hair on the back of his neck. "Some days I don't even see him."
Mrs. Miller gave you a sympathetic look but you could tell she was proud of her oldest son for venturing outside his comfort zone and applying himself.
"So you're all moved in, I take it?" Maria asked, and you nodded.
"Didn't really have much. Most of my things were still packed from when I moved out."
"She's been sprucin' up the place, too. You oughta see it," Joel said fondly. "Got pretty lookin' art on the walls, fluffy pillows and blankets for the couch. Actually got some food in the damn fridge, too."
Tommy laughed heartily. "That mean you'll stop swipin' fries and shit from the kitchen?"
"Hey, I'm payin' for those fries. I'll take 'em if I want 'em," he said with a scowl, then looked up at you, his eyes softening. "But it's nice to have dinner waitin' for me at home," he added, bringing a smile to your face.
"You were always terrible at cooking," you teased, tugging on his earlobe playfully between your fingers.
The night dragged on, the stars lit up the quiet night sky and Mrs. Miller eventually began to yawn, indicating it was time to head home.
Home.
It felt so right to think of it that way. It was where you belonged. But you knew it wasn't simply the house. You could have been living in a shack and you would still be just as happy because it was with him.
Joel gripped your thigh while he drove his truck with one hand on the steering wheel. The windows were down, the wind whipped at your face, tangling your hair when you turned your head to gaze over at him.
"See anythin' you like?" he teased when he spotted you admiring him from the corner of his eye.
You giggled and felt his fingers squeeze your bare leg.
"You know what I want?"
The corner of his mouth tugged upwards and his eyes darkened with excitement. "What's that, sweetheart?"
You seductively ran your palm up his arm, sighing at the way his muscles twitched under your fingertips.
"I would really, really love... a vegetable garden."
You laughed at the way his face fell in mock disappointment.
"I'll build you a vegetable garden," he finally said as he turned onto your street.
"Really?" you asked with a huge smile. He nodded and shot you a wink.
"'Course. Whatever you want, baby."
Joel stayed true to his word. About a week later you woke up on Saturday morning to the distant sound of a hammer beating a piece of wood in the backyard. Stretching a lazy arm out to your side, you pouted when you found Joel was missing.
Then the pieces slowly clicked together.
It was a rare weekend off for him. You had been talking about it for the past few days. He was looking forward to Tommy returning to work so he wouldn't be so short staffed and he could relax with you for two whole days. You didn't come up with any plans except laying in bed, ordering takeout and watching movies, content to just spend time together. But Joel sweetly surprised you by waking up early, something he absolutely detested, so he could build you the vegetable garden you asked for.
You lightly padded down the steps still clad in your tank top and shorts to grab a mug from the cupboard. The coffee pot sizzled with heat when you plucked it from the burner, half the liquid already gone. Once you fixed it the way you liked, you walked out onto the back deck and leaned over the railing, your mug cupped in both hands, to fully appreciate the sight before you.
Joel had his back to you as he crouched over a simple rectangular wooden frame on the ground. You could see the sweat collecting on the back of his neck and it made your mouth water. As your eyes traveled lower, you noticed the dark patches in his shirt forming at his collar and between his shoulder blades, making your thighs clench together while he worked, completely oblivious to you watching him, listening to him grunt and sigh when he lifted a new piece of wood.
You swallowed thickly before taking a sip of your coffee, your eyes never leaving his form while he stood to stretch his back. He lifted his hat from his head and wiped his brow with the back of his forearm and you sunk your teeth into your lower lip. Something was so fucking hot about him getting all sweaty and worked up, but on that particular day? When he was making you something, sacrificing his rare down time just for you? It lit a fire inside you that couldn't be tamed.
Before he noticed, you scooted back inside to fill up a glass of ice water. With your hand hovering over the door handle, you got an idea that sent a jolt of arousal right through you. Without giving yourself a chance to overthink it, you pulled down your shorts and underwear, kicking your panties off to land on the couch, and shimmied your shorts back on.
Your pulse was fucking racing with excitement when you stepped outside once again, but this time you made sure to make a little noise so Joel would hear you. When the door clicked shut, he turned around and grinned before setting down his tools and stepping into the shade.
"Thank you, darlin'," he murmured when you handed him the water.
"You're welcome," you replied, your hands clasping behind your back as you practically vibrated in place with nervous energy. His eyes flicked down your body curiously right when he was finishing up his drink.
"Sleep okay?" he asked, sensing something was off while he set the glass down on the deck.
"Mhmm," you said, a nervous grin spreading across your face. "Missed you, though."
He chuckled and wiped some sweat away from his face with the bottom of his shirt. Your mouth went dry and your eyes instantly locked onto his tanned stomach and the dark smattering of curls that led below his waistband. The sleep shorts you were wearing were thin. If they were a lighter color, you could probably see right through them if you really looked. As it turned out, they were also terrible at absorbing moisture because they were sticking uncomfortably to your inner thighs while you waited for him to notice.
"Huh?" you said when you realized he was speaking.
He shook his head and dropped his shirt back down. "I said, I'm makin' you the damn garden you wanted."
You inched forward and took his hand in yours. "Well, do you think it can wait? Because I need to show you something inside that needs your help."
Somehow, he was still not picking up what you were implying.
"Baby, I'm on a roll. I just need another hour, maybe two-"
You tugged the hand you were holding between your legs and his eyes widened when he felt the wetness waiting for him there.
"Sorry. Got tired of being subtle," you told him with a playful smirk. He whipped his head around, checking to see if any of the neighbors were out tending to their lawns or enjoying their morning coffee on their patios while his fingers hooked around the soaked material.
You saw in his face the exact moment he realized you were bare underneath your shorts. It was like his brain was buffering, desperately trying to calculate how long he allowed you to stand there practically begging to be fucked while he rambled on about a goddamn garden. The surprise in his features slowly faded into the hazy, lust filled gaze you were so familiar with, and you smiled triumphantly.
"Get your ass inside right fuckin' now before I do somethin' that'll get us both thrown in jail," he growled, something primal shifting in his face while his body flooded with arousal, his need for you dripping heavier in his veins with each steady beat of his heart.
You squeaked and covered your ass when he swat at you from behind, then you hurried past him, back into the house.
Looking back on it, to think you would have made it upstairs to your bedroom was comical. His hands grabbed your hips halfway up the carpeted steps, pulling you down as you laughed giddily and pretended to try to fight off his attack, clawing fruitlessly at the stairs while he smiled into your lower back where his mouth was alternating kisses and bites across your skin.
"You wanted attention, you got it," he mumbled before yanking your shorts down and sinking his teeth into the flesh of your ass. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to make you yelp in surprise and leave a few linear indents in your skin.
Joel usually took his time with you. He preferred it that way. He liked to watch your face as he tormented you between your legs. He liked to see what new sounds he could pull from your throat when he changed an angle.
But not that day.
No, that day he yanked your shorts all the way off, tossing them over his shoulder and down the steps before grabbing your hips with his hands, all rough and sweaty from working outside.
You braced yourself for the inevitable stretch, the welcome yet slightly painful intrusion that you yearned for, but what happened next shocked you.
Your eyes widened and you gasped when you felt his mouth descend on your pussy from behind, his tongue immediately setting an intense pace, which was a change from the way he usually ate you. But speed and passion weren't the only variation. He never, ever went down on you from behind before.
"I- J-Joel, what are... oh," you moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he lapped eagerly at your core. Instinctively, you spread your hips and sunk down further onto his mouth. Your cheek was rubbing harshly against the carpet and your lips were parted, allowing a small trail of drool to trickle down your chin. If you had any awareness left, you might have cared, but the pleasure he was building between your legs left your brain completely numb.
"Oh, fuck yes, Joel - keep going, just like that," you groaned, reaching behind you blindly to grab a fistful of his hair. "Fuck you and that fucking mouth," you gasped when his tongue flatted against your clit. He chuckled against your core but didn't stop. His hand slid up the back of your thigh and gave your cheek a firm jiggle before smacking his palm down across your ass. You jolted forward, your forehead bumping up against the next step, and cried out for more so he did it again, but on the other side.
"You like that?" he panted, pulling away from you for just a moment to catch his breath. You arched your back, giving him a generous view of the mess he left between your legs and he was afraid for the first time ever that he might come completely untouched. He inhaled sharply and pinched the bridge of his nose when he saw your cunt pulse, calling to him like a goddamn siren at sea. "Fuck, so beautiful," he growled before closing his eyes and picking up right where he left off.
His thumbs spread your lips so his tongue could tease your entrance, scooping up your arousal and rutting his hips against the stairs, eating you like he was about to go off to war.
"I'm... oh, shit, Joel!" you exclaimed, pulling at his hair roughly so he wouldn't dare try to stop when you were so close to your climax. And he could sense it. He was good at that. He knew what you needed sometimes before you even knew. So once again, he brought his palm down sharply across your ass, a little harder that time but not too much. Just enough to leave a few seconds of sting, electrifying your nerve endings and pulling you over the edge.
Two tears rolled down your cheeks when you came. The little bit of pain from his hand and the carpet digging into your cheek and knees mixed with your pleasure in such a way that it left you breathless.
Finally, once he felt your legs begin to tremble and whimpers fell from your lips, he pulled away with a deep gasp. His eyes were pinned to the way your pussy looked; all drenched with a combination of his spit and your release, and he cursed under his breath.
"She looks so fuckin' good, baby, wish you could see what I see," he murmured, mesmerized as he continued to stare without any shame. You hardly had any of your senses. Your breath was ragged and your throat was dry but still, you tilted your chin and whispered, "show me."
A wide smile stretched across his face and his eyes lit up.
"Yeah? You'd let me take a picture of this pretty pussy?" he asked, but he was already digging in his back pocket for his phone. You nodded, eyes still closed.
When both his hands left your waist, you arched your back a bit more and spread your legs, presenting yourself to him. You heard a deep groan rumble from his chest and he whispered, "fuckin' natural, baby," before you heard the shutter on his phone. One, two, three times at least you heard the familiar little click, click, then he leaned over your slumped body and slid his phone in front of your face.
"See? Look at you. Look at what I get to see," he murmured into your ear. Your eyes opened and widened as you stared at your wrecked pussy on the screen.
"Oh, wow," you breathed, not expecting at all to find it sexy, but you did. You fucking did. "Look at what you did to me," you said, craning your neck over your shoulder. His eyes flickered with heat and his mouth crashed down onto yours.
"Just wait til I split you open on my cock," he said, his voice rumbling against your back. "Have you all stuffed full with my cum. Now that's a pretty sight."
You groaned and shakily pushed yourself up.
"I'm begging you, please, Joel... do not fuck me on these stairs. My knees are killing me."
He laughed and helped you stand, legs wobbling just a little.
"Nah. I got an idea and we can't do it here."
You laid underneath the covers in bed, your lower half still bare and your tank top still on while you nervously chewed on your lower lip, watching Joel at the foot of the bed tinker with a camcorder he had buried somewhere in his closet that he swore up and down he never used with anyone else.
Never wanted to before, he had said when you eyed it suspiciously after he explained he swiped it from a set when it was used as a prop in one of his films years ago.
"Battery's dead but I'll just leave it plugged in," he said, then he flipped out the little screen tucked into the side of the device and swiveled it around so it was facing out. He set it on his end table and adjusted it until he was satisfied with the angle, then looked over his shoulder with a grin.
"You sure?" he clarified again. Your eyes flickered from him to the camera, then back again.
"Yeah," you squeaked, your voice very clearly betraying you. His gaze softened and he leaned across the bed to press a chaste kiss against your forehead.
"We don't gotta do this," he assured you. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
"No," you replied, shaking your head. "I want to, I'm just nervous."
He scoffed and readjusted himself so he was lying next to you, blocking the idle camera.
"Nothin' to be nervous 'bout. It's just for me 'n you," he murmured before cupping your face and pressing his lips tenderly against yours. When his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, you sighed and looped your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace and deepening the kiss. His hand slid down from your cheek to squeeze your breast, groaning a little when he pinched your nipple through the fabric of your tank top.
His lips dragged down to your jaw, his teeth grazing your throat until he found a spot he liked and latched on while pushing the sheets from your body. The anticipation bubbled up while his hand continued to travel lower, your legs instinctively falling open for him. You finally relaxed when he successfully distracted you with his fingers through your folds and gasped as he slid two inside you with ease.
"Oh, yeah, you're ready for me," he moaned into your neck, his erection bordering on painful. He exhaled shakily when one of your hands wrapped around his length and began to gently stroke him, your palm so soft and warm that he almost forgot about the camera.
"C'mon, baby, sit up f'me," he said, pulling his hand from between your legs and leaning back so he could kick his jeans off. You scrambled to sit, your breaths coming in shallow pants as you watched him tug his shirt over his head. When he reached for the hem of your tank top, he paused and turned to tap the record button on the camcorder. Instantly, your limbs went rigid and your hands fell to your lap, covering yourself, but when he turned back to you he pinched your chin in his fingers, pulling your nervous gaze from the camera lens.
"Eyes on me," he told you, his voice low and deep, sending a shiver down your spine.
You nodded and raised your arms so he could peel off your tank top. He tossed it onto the floor and sat back on his heels to admire the way your tits sat exposed to him, his eyes darkening when your nipples hardened with arousal. He lunged forward and took one in his mouth, his hot, wet tongue lavishing your pebbled skin before switching to the other one. You tipped your head back and moaned, mouth open as you stared up blankly at the ceiling, your fingers rising to get tangled in his hair.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, planting little kisses all over your chest and circling his arms around your ribs, tugging you closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trembling when his cock pressed between your bodies, his erection sliding through your wet heat and suddenly you couldn't breathe.
"I-I need you," you whimpered, weakly lifting your hips into his lap.
"I know, baby, I know," he hummed. One hand dropped to cup your ass so he could reposition his legs underneath you, then flexed his hips so the tip of his cock lined up with your opening. "Want me to fuck you just like this? Sittin' in my lap?"
You nodded, your eyelids heavy with desire as you tightened your grip around his neck. The second he pressed into you, you gasped. He watched with adoration as your eyebrows pinched together in concentration, breathing deep and slow as you relaxed and slowly took him.
"Joel," you whispered, jaw slack. "Joel, I love you."
He moaned and pulled your hips flush with his, forcing you to take the last few inches all at once. "I love you, too, baby. Christ, you're incredible. Fuckin' look at you."
Look at you. His words made you remember the camera. Your eyes flickered over to the little rectangular screen, the outline of your bodies perfectly centered, and you swallowed tightly.
"Pretend like it's the mirror," he whispered in your ear as he began to gently rock in and out, "just like the mirror at the hotel, okay?"
You nodded and sighed, your shoulders loosening and your muscles relaxing as you began to roll your hips in rhythm with his. He tightened his grip around your middle, his body engulfing you in warmth. You rested your head on his shoulder as he continued to fuck you nice and slow, stretching you out around him, reaching depths that had you reeling.
This was it. There was nothing else outside those four walls. You had everything you ever wanted right there. The way he kissed you, touched you, made love to you always left you feeling so safe. Deep down, you always knew he was the missing piece in your life, the mysterious thing you kept searching for in others and were always left disappointed. Because nobody else ever loved you and cared for you the way he did.
"I'm so lucky to have you," you told him, your tongue dragging up his neck, collecting the dried sweat with a moan. You began to bounce in his lap a little faster and he immediately matched your pace with thrusts of his own.
"I'm the one who's lucky," he said through clenched teeth. He exhaled heavily through his nose and tucked his chin to his chest so he could watch himself disappear inside your cunt. "So soft. Softest pussy. So fuckin' warm and wet, you feel so good. Goddamnit, every fuckin' time..."
You smiled to yourself as you listened to him ramble. "Maybe we're both lucky."
He chuckled and you gasped when his cock brushed up against that one spot that made you see stars. You feverishly grabbed his face with both hands and bit desperately at his lower lip, pulling it between your teeth and making him groan.
Your body was loose and pliant now, so with more confidence you quickened the roll of your hips, relishing in the way his cock felt dragging in and out of you, how your clit rubbed against the coarse hair at his base, in the noises you managed to pull from his throat each time your skin slapped together.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Show me what you like. Oh, good girl," he groaned, hands sliding up your back to hold you as you began to lose yourself. He could see it in the look in your eyes and the way your fingers dug into his shoulders.
It was the most beautiful fucking thing.
Your body moved perfectly in tandem with his, your sharp gasps and his deep groans filling the room, the camera long forgotten by now.
"Oh, god, I'm close," you whimpered as you felt the heat that had been building begin to quickly creep up and spread through your stomach. "Oh, fuck. Oh, god... Joel, don't stop, please..." you begged, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your vision began to blur.
"I ain't stoppin'. C'mon, give it to me, lemme feel you," he growled. He snapped steadily into you now, each thrust punctuated by a grunt while his eyes locked on yours, watching with pride as you crumbled and fell apart, your walls squeezing him so beautifully as you came that it nearly pulled him right over the edge with you.
It happened fast. One second you were in his lap, your body tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the next he had pulled out of you and flipped you onto your hands and knees. Only when you felt his thick cock slide back inside did you fully realize you had switched positions. And shit, taking him from that particular angle always was so much more intense, but combined with the fact that your new view included the camera in the corner of your eye made everything so much more powerful.
You could fucking see him now and you couldn't look away, completely entranced with the way his face looked as he slammed into you. His mouth hung open as he looked down at you with what could only be described as complete and utter desire. You could feel his hand running up the length of your spine but you could also see the look of worship in his eye, the way his face twisted in pleasure when he watched your ass ripple from the force of his hips, and you felt a heavy wave suddenly crash over you once again.
"Oh, fuck!" Joel groaned loudly as he watched another orgasm shoot through you. His hands grabbed at your waist to try to keep you still, but you were trembling everywhere and you couldn't hold yourself up any longer.
You fell onto your elbows, the side of your face pressing into the bed while he held up your hips, fucking into you harder now that he could tell you were spent. "I'm gonna come, baby, I'm -" he cut himself off with a desperate whine, the buildup from the past hour or so becoming too much and causing his release to intensify.
Your bodies finally stilled and he pumped you full of his spend, his groans getting caught in his throat as he pulsed inside you. He watched in a daze when his cum started to leak out even though he was still inside, and without thinking, he snatched the camera from the bedside table so he could get a close up.
"Fuckin' hell, baby," he whispered hoarsely, chest heaving and hands shaking as he held the camera at his chest, pointing it down to where you were connected. "So glad you're back on the pill. Fuckin' beautiful, all full of me like this. Shit," he muttered, swiping a finger to collect some of his release to rub it over your clit. With a whine, your body jolted forward and he chuckled before dropping his hand, knowing you were too overstimulated.
"Joel," you whispered tiredly. Your eyelids were heavy and your thighs were shaking from the effort of holding yourself up.
"I know, baby, just one more thing and then I'll clean you up," he promised. He took a deep breath and steadied the camera before slipping out of you.
He made a pained noise in the back of his throat when he watched through the lens the way your body leaked of him, your pussy all swollen and stretched out, completely fucked, messy and used.
"Jesus," he croaked, wishing he could keep filming but your body sagged forward and he stopped the recording before tossing the camera onto the other side of the bed so he could check on you.
"You alright?"
You nodded, eyes closed, lips bitten raw, hair a complete mess but you still wore a satisfied smile.
"Tired. I think I'm gonna just..." you yawned and stretched out your shaky limbs. "Just gonna close my eyes for a sec."
He grinned and stood up to go to the bathroom, plucking a couple clean washcloths from the linen closet and wetting them both under the faucet so he could clean himself up with one and take the other back to you.
"Did you eat?" he asked softly as he gently and carefully dragged the washcloth through your thighs. You shook your head, eyes still closed. "I'm gonna go make you somethin'. Gotta eat, honey," he whispered before kissing the top of your head and covering you with the sheet. But by the time he came back upstairs with a bagel and cream cheese, you were fast asleep.
So you're getting married, then?
Well, he hasn't really asked me, not in so many words.
Four, you mean?
Huh?
Well, that's how many it takes: will you marry me?
Your eyes fluttered open when you heard two familiar voices reciting an even more familiar dialogue from the television, the volume turned down so low, you could hear the neighbor's dog barking from four houses down.
Joel shifted in bed next to you as quietly as he could, unaware you had awoken. You peered up at him, hair all messy, chest still bare, and you smiled when you caught him stifling a laugh at Audrey Hepburn.
"Hey," you said, voice coming out rougher than you expected, so you cleared your throat. He immediately muted the television and turned toward you, grinning as his eyes raked up and down your sleep-addled face.
"Hey, yourself," he said softly. He pushed the hair off your face, letting his thumb linger on your cheek while he continued to examine you closely. "Feelin' okay?"
You nodded and yawned, stretching your sore legs out underneath the blankets. "You fucked me into a coma."
He laughed heartily and rubbed his palm over his chest, embarrassment flushing his bronzed skin.
"But I guess that's what I get for shacking up with a pornstar," you added with a giggle. He tossed his head back and laughed even louder at that and you couldn't resist, his happiness too infectious. You inched forward and nuzzled into his side, his arm dropping to wrap around your shoulders.
When the laughter died down, he gazed lovingly at you and, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, reminded you, "ex-pornstar, but I suppose old habits die hard, huh?"
"Mm, maybe, but that's okay," you said, tracing light, invisible patterns on his stomach. "It's nothing I can't handle."
He cocked an eyebrow at you and smirked. "Careful, or I might have'ta hold you to that."
"Bring it on, superstar," you whispered before leaning up and pressing a gentle, soft kiss against his mouth. You licked your lips and hummed before looking up at him through your lashes. "Cream cheese?"
"I made you a bagel, but you fell asleep," he admitted, "but figured we could relax the rest of the day. Order in, watch movies... just like we said we would."
"I don't remember saying we would do all that naked," you teased.
"Thought that was implied, baby," he said with a frown. "You shacked up with a pornstar, what'd you expect?"
What did you expect? Did you ever imagine your life would turn out the way it did? Sitting in bed with a sheet wrapped around you, eating Chinese food and watching a Turner Classic Movies marathon with the man of your dreams? You always wished for it; before you met, after you became friends, while you were carrying on an illicit affair, and even when you weren't on speaking terms, you always, always wished for it. But did you ever really think it would come true?
You couldn't really remember, and at that point, it didn't matter. Because you didn't care how you got there, just as long as you were together, you were happy.
You did exactly what he said you would do. You stayed in bed until the sun began to set, wasting the whole day away curled into his side watching old movies and pointing out your favorite parts, exactly the way you used to.
It was around nine when Joel suggested going out for ice cream. Let's get out, stretch our legs and walk along the river, he had said after vowing to finish your vegetable garden the next day.
And on your way out, your hands fused together even while he struggled to lock the door one handed, you looked at the chairs on his porch and smiled to yourself.
"What's that for?" he asked, tapping your cheek lovingly while you walked side by side to his truck.
"Nothing, it's stupid," you told him with a shrug.
"Ain't nothin' you got to say is stupid to me."
You sighed when he let your hand go so you could round the truck and hop into the passenger seat. After you clicked your seatbelt into place, he put the keys in the ignition but waited to turn it on. Instead, he looked at you expectantly with his eyebrows raised.
"Fine," you mumbled, "I'm gonna sound fucking crazy, but... fine."
"Oh, well now this I gotta hear," he said.
You gave him a look before turning in your seat to face him. "The chairs on your porch." He nodded.
"So far, not crazy."
You rolled your eyes. "Remember when I came by to drop off the shirts for the Jack and Jill party?"
He nodded again and you could feel the self-consciousness begin to creep up.
"We weren't on great terms back then. I had just found out you bought a house. I felt like I hardly even knew you anymore. And I was so damn nervous, I didn't want to fuck things up even more than I already had, but when I saw you had two..." You paused when you saw the flicker of understanding cross his face. "I thought you maybe found someone else. I know. It's crazy, like I said."
Joel smiled and reached his hand across the seat to lace together with yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
"Got the second one for you."
Your eyes snapped up to his in surprise.
"What?" you breathed.
He gave you a shrug and tilted his head bashfully. "I was just waitin' for you."
Tears welled in your eyes as you fumbled with the seatbelt, unbuckling yourself so you could stretch your body over to his seat and pull him into a deep kiss.
"I thought I lost you," you whispered against his mouth, and he chuckled.
"You didn't. I was all yours that very first night, sweetheart."
You didn't even try to deny it. He was right. It seemed so obvious now. Why didn't you see it back then? But before you began to mentally chastise yourself for being so bullheaded, you stopped. You couldn't change the past, something you've been learning to accept in therapy for months now, but what you could do was focus on your future. And while you sat next to Joel as he drove towards your favorite ice cream place in town, windows down and stars twinkling in the sky, you smiled because your future together looked pretty damn bright.
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Want so Bad
genre:; fluff and (..) word count: 3.9K
Minho x reader! Minho x fem. reader!!
wherein: Minho is everything you never wanted in life. But he wants youâŠ.so bad.
(an: this is my favorite and i had fun writing while listening to Minho and Jisung's "Want so Bad" again and again and again. so i hope you enjoy reading it!! a comment, like, and reblog is very much appreciated)
"Why are you here?"
You roll your eyes, barely glancing up at the person standing in front of you, your voice dripping with boredom.
"I'm here because I miss you," he replies, winking at you in that infuriating way that always makes you cringe.
Youâre in your living room, buried in your textbooks, when this boy suddenly appears in front of you, as if someone summoned him from nowhere.
Minho.
Heâs your brother Jisungâs best friend in the entire worldâor so they claim. Thereâs a three-year gap between you and them. Theyâre in their final year of college, while youâre just a freshman.
You would give him a proper introduction, but the truth is, you can't stand him. Youâve hated him ever since you were 15. He and Jisung have always loved teasing you, making your life miserable whenever they could.
"Jisung! Your favorite family member is here!" you shout, unable to handle Minhoâs relentless teasing any longer. Sure, youâre in college now and supposed to be more mature (or so you tell yourself), but after years of dealing with them, youâve become accustomed to hating their antics.
"I wasnât even part of the family⊠but I guess I will be after I marry one of the family members," Minho smirks, his voice dripping with mischief.
"Then go marry my brother," you retort, your expression as nonchalant as ever.
He laughs and casually snatches the book you were studying. Youâre so used to his flirty teasing by now that it barely fazes you.
It all started back in high school when Jisung teased you relentlessly, convinced you had a crush on Minho. He found it on your pink diary and read it out loud, complete with the cheesy music that played whenever you opened it. (Well, you did have a crush on Minho back then, but it faded over time.)
Jisung teased you so much that you cried your eyes out, and then he told Minho all about it, sparking years of torment.
"Oh no, my sister might actually ace her exams now that sheâs seen her only inspiration," Jisung chimes in as he walks down the stairs, pulling on a t-shirt. You roll your eyes at him too.
"I think I should come over more often. I might just make your sister the top student," Minho adds with a grin.
There goes your peaceful day.
But thankfully, they donât bother you too much, as they soon move to the kitchen to eat. You try to refocus on your studies, but chemistry is giving you a hard time, so you pop in your earbuds and pull up a tutorial on YouTube. Just as youâre getting into it, a glass of orange juice and a muffin appear on your table (or rather, on top of your notebook).
"Eat, little devil. Food helps you focus more," Jisung says, placing the snacks down.
You mumble a quick thanks, thinking heâll leave, but instead, he plops down on the couch behind you. Youâre sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table in front of you. Then, without a care in the world, Jisung props his legs up on the table, acting as if your things are invisible.
You were almost touched by your brotherâs gesture⊠but never mind.
"Yah!" You glare at him, but he just shrugs and turns on the TV, putting on a movie. A minute later, Minho joins him.
"What are you studying, kid?" Minho asks, even though heâs already glanced at your book.
"None of your business."
"Oh, is that a new subject? Iâve never heard of it before."
Argh.
"You should help her, Minho. I heard from her professor that she scored low on a quiz," Jisung says, his tone annoyingly casual.
How does he know that?
"Really?" Minho leans forward, peering at what youâre writing. "Well, chemistry is indeed tough."
"Help her out. You always got high scores in that subject back in the day."
Youâre listening to them while half-heartedly writing, your earbuds now turned down low. Youâre trying to pretend theyâre just ghosts, but hearing them talk about your struggles in chemistry makes you want to join the conversation.
"Sure, if you give me that game console," Minho quips.
"On second thought, I think my sister will manage just fine."
Arghhh.
You canât take it anymore. You gather up your things, smack your brotherâs leg, and stomp upstairs.
Later, youâre back in your study area, trying to focus again when thereâs a knock on your door. It can only be one of them since the three of you are the only ones at home. Your parents are working, even on a Sunday.
"What?!" you yell, your irritation clear.
Youâre about to open the door when it swings open on its own, revealing Minho.
"You shouldnât talk like that to your tutor," he says, flicking your forehead.
"Ow!"
Tutor? Jisung mustâve given him the console.
You donât bother complaining because, aside from being tired⊠well, yeah, youâre just too tired.
"You should listen well, okay? If you donât, we wonât get married," Minho teases, treating you like a child as always. You hate it, but youâre too drained to argue.
"Okay." You roll your eyes for the ninth time and settle in to listen as he starts to explain.
The tutorial is full of bickering and Minhoâs relentless teasing, but unexpectedly, you finally understand the material. Your questions are answered, and for the first time in a while, you feel a bit of relief.
"Thank you," you say as you bid him goodbye.
"Goodbye. Let me know when you get home. And say hi to your baby cats for me," your brother says, waving Minho off.
"How did your chemistry exam go?"
Youâre happy with your results and you share them with Minho.
"I got an almost perfect score!"
"Really?" He messes up your hair. "Then you should thank me. You owe me."
"Iâll get Jisungâs console for you," you joke
Minho is at your house again. He says they have a group study session, but Jisung isnât home yet. You both settled into the living room, the hum of the TV in the background as Minho lounged on the couch, his legs stretched out comfortably. You took a seat on the floor, leaning against the couch, your study materials spread out on the coffee table.
âSo, what else do you need help with, little genius?â Minho teased, nudging your shoulder with his foot.
You rolled your eyes playfully. âI donât need your help again, Mr. Top Student. I can manage just fine on my own.â
Minho chuckled, the sound light and teasing. âSure, you can. But remember, you owe me for that almost perfect score. I think I might start charging for my tutoring services.â
âDonât push your luck,â you shot back, a smile tugging at your lips.
Minho leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you, his expression softening slightly. âYou know, youâre pretty impressive. Balancing all this studying and still managing to have a sense of humor.â
You felt a small flutter in your stomach at his words, a sensation that caught you off guard. You quickly masked it with a smirk. âFlattery will get you nowhere, Minho.â
He grinned, leaning back against the couch. âWho says Iâm flattering you? Iâm just stating facts.â
You opened your mouth to retort, but the words got caught in your throat when you met his gaze. There was something different in his eyes, something that made your heart skip a beat. The usual playful glint was still there, but beneath it was a warmth that made you feel⊠special.
You quickly looked away, focusing on the notes in front of you, trying to shake off the unexpected feeling. âAnyway, whereâs this group of yours? I thought you were supposed to be studying.â
Minho shrugged, casually twirling a pen between his fingers. âTheyâre running late. I guess theyâre not as eager to study as I am.â
âRight, because youâre so eager,â you muttered, the sarcasm clear in your voice.
He chuckled again, the sound warm and familiar. âMaybe I just wanted an excuse to hang out with you. Youâre much more fun than Jisung.â
Your heart fluttered again, and you bit your lip, trying to keep your cool. âYouâre just saying that because I actually study, unlike my brother.â
âTrue,â he agreed, his tone light. âBut also because youâre interesting. I never know what youâre going to say next.â
You were about to respond when you heard the front door open and Jisungâs voice echo through the house. âIâm back! Did I miss anything?â
You quickly straightened up, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment that your brother had arrived. Minho, however, just smiled, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes as he leaned over and whispered in your ear, âWeâll continue this later.â
Your breath hitched at the closeness, and for a moment, you couldnât think of a single thing to say. As Minho pulled back with a wink, you felt the butterflies in your stomach take flight.
Jisung entered the living room, oblivious to the tension that had suddenly filled the air. âHey, what are you two up to?â
âJust studying,â Minho replied casually, as if nothing had happened, though the smirk on his face told a different story.
You nodded, trying to compose yourself. âYeah, just studying.â
But as you glanced at Minho, who was now chatting with your brother like everything was normal, you couldnât help but wonder if things between you had just shifted in a way you hadnât expected. And as much as you tried to deny it, you couldnât ignore the fact that, for the first time, Minhoâs teasing had made your heart race in a way you couldnât quite understand.
You were walking through the university courtyard, your thoughts scattered as you mentally planned your study schedule for the rest of the day. It had been a busy week, and you were looking forward to some peace and quiet when you suddenly spotted Minho across the way. He was chatting animatedly with a girl, her laughter ringing out as he carried a stack of books for her.
You instinctively slowed your pace, your eyes lingering on them for a moment longer than you intended. The girl was pretty, with a bright smile and an easygoing vibe that made her seem instantly likable. She playfully nudged Minho with her shoulder, and he grinned back at her, that familiar teasing spark in his eyes.
For a second, you considered changing your route, avoiding the interaction altogether. But then you stopped yourself. Why would you do that? Itâs not like it mattered. It wasnât like you cared who Minho was talking to, or how close they seemed. Right?
So you took a deep breath and kept walking, your expression carefully neutral as you approached them. As you got closer, Minho caught sight of you, and his grin widened.
âWell, well, well, look who it is,â he called out, his voice full of mock surprise. âYou just couldnât resist, could you? Saw my handsome face and had to come over.â
You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. âOh please, I just happened to be walking by. Donât flatter yourself.â
The girl next to him laughed at your banter, and you noticed the way she lightly slapped his arm, a gesture that spoke of familiarity. It was clear they were close. Your eyes flickered to her, and you couldnât help but feel a tiny pang of somethingâwhat was it? Jealousy? Annoyance? Whatever it was, you quickly pushed it down.
Minho noticed your glance and, as if reading your mind, raised an eyebrow. âAh, sorry. Where are my manners? This is Seoyun, a friend from my class. Seoyun, this is my little genius here,â he added with a teasing smirk.
You gave her a polite nod, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped at the word âfriend.â âNice to meet you, Seoyun.â
âNice to meet you too!â she replied cheerfully. âMinhoâs told me a lot about you. He says youâre quite the brainiac.â
You shot Minho a look, and he just grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. âYeah, well, someoneâs got to keep him in line,ïżœïżœïżœ you said, your tone light but with a hint of sarcasm.
Seoyun laughed again, and you couldnât help but notice how comfortable they seemed together. It was⊠unsettling in a way you couldnât quite pinpoint. But you werenât about to dwell on it.
âWell, Iâve got to get going,â you said, glancing at your watch. âPlaces to be, things to study.â
âAlways so busy,â Minho said, shaking his head in mock disappointment. âBut you know, all work and no playâŠâ
ââŠkeeps you out of trouble,â you finished for him with a smirk. âBut donât worry about me. Iâll manage.â
Seoyun smiled at you again, giving a little wave. âIt was nice meeting you. Hopefully, weâll see each other around.â
âYeah, maybe,â you replied, waving back before turning to continue on your way.
As you walked away, you couldnât help but glance over your shoulder, just once, to see Minho and Seoyun laughing together as they continued their conversation. You tried to ignore the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest, brushing it off as nothing.
âShe must be his girlfriend,â you thought to yourself, trying to sound nonchalant even in your own mind. And then you shrugged, forcing yourself to focus on your day ahead. âWhy would I care?â
But even as you walked away, you couldnât quite shake the image of them together, the way they seemed to fit so naturally. And for the first time, Minhoâs teasing didnât just annoy youâit made you feel something deeper, something you werenât ready to face just yet.
âHey.â
You looked up at the voice calling your name. It was Jeongin, your classmate.
âWe got paired for the presentation,â he reminded you. Oh! You remembered now, probably too occupied with other subjects to focus on this. âIf you donât mind, can we start after class? That way weâll finish early and can focus on other things.â
âSure,â you agreed, appreciating his practical suggestion.
âGreat. We should head to a coffee shop after this.â
After class, you walked together, discussing the presentation details. Jeongin had some good ideas, and you found yourself easily slipping into a productive conversation. The atmosphere between you two was relaxed, and soon you arrived at the coffee shop.
âWhat do you want?â Jeongin asked as you both approached the counter.
âLatte, please,â you replied, smiling. âThanks.â
As Jeongin went to order, you scanned the room, your eyes landing on a familiar figure. Minho. He was with a group of friends, casually chatting. When he looked up, his gaze met yours. He smirked at you, and you were about to wave, but then he broke the eye contact and turned his attention back to the person next to him. You scanned the group quickly, noticing your brother wasnât there.
You tried to focus on your work, but you kept catching Minho glancing at you from the corner of your eye. For the first time, you wondered what he thought of seeing you with another guy. The idea made you smirk a little, enjoying the small twist of the situation. Minho, always so sure of himself, might just be a little thrown off by this.
Jeongin returned with your latte and his own drink, setting them down on the table.
âReady to get started?â he asked, pulling out his notes.
âYeah, letâs do this,â you replied, pushing the thoughts of Minho to the back of your mindâfor now, at least.
You were studying in the living room, the soft murmur of a video tutorial explaining organic chemistry filling the space. You were too focused to notice Minho entering your house until his voice broke through your concentration.
âHey, my favorite person,â he greeted with a playful smile.
You glanced around, looking behind you and to the sides. âMy brotherâs not here,â you stated, raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughed, shaking his head. âOf course you are the one I meant. My favorite person.â
You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. âIf Soonie, Doongie, and Dori were people, theyâd be your favorites.â
âOf course,â he agreed, his tone light.
You returned to your studies, but Minho didnât leave. Instead, he plopped down on the couch, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world. You tried to ignore him, but it wasnât long before he broke the silence again.
âSo, who was that guy you were with at the cafĂ© earlier?â His tone was casual, but you could feel the underlying curiosity.
You hesitated, not sure how to respond. You didnât have to be honest, but something made you want to see how he would react. âHeâs a suitor,â you said nonchalantly, not looking up from your notebook.
Minhoâs expression shifted slightly, but he quickly masked it, leaning back with a smirk. âA suitor, huh? I should tell your brother. Maybe heâll confiscate your phone so you can focus on studying.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling a spark of irritation. âIâm not a kid, Minho. I can decide who I want to spend time with.â
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your reaction. âOh, really? Youâre still just a freshman. You should focus on your studies instead of getting distracted by things like relationships.â
Your irritation grew. âWhat about you? Youâre in a relationship with that girl you were walking with, but I canât be in one?â
Minhoâs eyes widened slightly in surprise before he quickly composed himself. He knew you were jealous, and he had to hide the smile threatening to break through. âSo, you were jealous?â he teased, leaning forward.
You felt a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, and you stood up abruptly, gathering your things. âIâm not jealous,â you snapped, turning on your heel to head back to your room.
As you walked away, Minho couldnât help but smile. He knew you were, even if you wouldnât admit it, and that only made him like you more.
Life continues as usual, with your brother Jisung and Minho still finding every opportunity to tease you. Tomorrow is their graduation day, and as you walk into your brother's room to borrow a math book, you decide to ask him a question that's been on your mind.
"Jisung, whatâs your plan after graduation?"
Youâre genuinely curious, even if youâd never admit it to his face. Despite all the sibling rivalry, youâre proud of him for making it this far.
"Probably end up unemployed," he replies with a shrug.
You give him a deadpan look. What answer did you expect, anyway?
"Obviously, Iâll take the board exam first, then start job hunting," he says while folding his clothes. Then he glances at you, squinting. "Youâre not asking because youâre curious about Minho, are you?"
YeahâŠno!
You quickly throw a pillow at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Do you really think my world revolves around him?" Jisung catches the pillow and smirks, clearly not convinced.
"Even if you don't ask about Minho, I'll tell you anyway. Remember when I told you to spend more time with him? You shouldâve listened, because after graduation, heâs going abroad. Thereâs a job offer waiting for him."
OhâŠ
You manage a nonchalant nod, but as you leave his room, the news weighs heavily on your mind.
That night, as you lie in bed, you canât help but replay Jisungâs words over and over. Minho is leaving. The thought sends a strange ache through your chest. You try to tell yourself that itâs not a big deal, that his absence wonât matterâbut deep down, you know it will.
Graduation day arrives in a whirlwind of excitement. Your parents are there, beaming with pride, and you stand among the crowd, clutching a bouquet of flowers. You watch as your brother and his friends, including Minho, happily pose for group pictures, congratulating each other and hugging in celebration of finally finishing their studies. The joy is infectious, but there's a tinge of sadness in your heart.
Minho is leaving.
The thought lingers, even as you force yourself to focus on the present moment.
"Hey, little devil, take a picture of us," your brother calls out to you. You roll your eyes at the nickname but comply, grabbing the Polaroid camera hanging around your neck. It is his day, after all.
You snap the picture, capturing their bright smiles and laughter. The moment is perfect, but it tugs at your heartstrings.
Minho is leaving.
No matter how much youâve pretended to hate him, the truth is, youâre going to miss him more than youâd like to admit.
"Are these my flowers?" your brother asks, reaching for the bouquet in your hands. You quickly hide it behind your back.
"Theyâre not yours! Mom has your flowers," you retort, giving him a playful glare.
He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief, probably know what you are planning. "Okay, okay, I get it."
Just then, Minho approaches you, his usual teasing grin in place. "Can you take a picture of me? So youâll have a souvenir picture of me," he said with a wink.
Pushing aside the urge to roll your eyes. Today, youâre happy for him, even if itâs bittersweet.
"Ha ha ha, Iâm honored," you reply with mock sarcasm, but you canât help laughing with him. You snap the picture, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.
"We should take a picture together too," he says suddenly, taking the camera from your hands. He hands it to one of his classmates and stands beside you, draping an arm over your shoulder. You try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks, secretly pleased to have a picture with him. Youâre going to miss him.
After the picture is taken, you slowly extend the bouquet toward him. "These are for you. Congratulations."
Minhoâs eyes light up with surprise and genuine happiness as he takes the flowers. "Itâs my first time receiving flowers. Iâm blushing," he says with a laugh. Then, with a mischievous grin, he adds, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend? Wait, I need to think about it."
He presses a finger to his temple, pretending to be deep in thought.
You slap his arm lightly, laughing. "Itâs a farewell gift, you idiot."
"Wait, you should give me more time to think," he says, closing his eyes dramatically. After a few seconds, he opens them with a playful glint. "Yes. I will be your boyfriend."
You freeze, caught off guard. What?
"So from now on, youâre my girlfriend," he declares, and before you can react, he leans in and plants a quick kiss on your lips.
Your mind spins as his words sink in. "I promised myself Iâd wait until you graduate, but I canât help itâespecially since Iâm going far away, someone might take you from me." he says softly and laughs, messing with your hair. "So wait for me, okay? I promise Iâll come back to you."
It takes a moment, but you finally manage a small nod, a smile tugging at your lips.
Minho smiles back, his eyes filled with warmth.
You realize then,
more than ever,
that you want him
just as much as he wants you.
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I THINK I READ THE WRONG PINOCCHIO
g!p puppet yujin x toy makerâs daughter! reader
synopsis: classic puppet becomes a human but instead of going out to get swallowed by a whale, this puppet fuck their toy makerâs daughter.
word count: 1.8k
tags: agalmatophilia, smut
growing up with your father, you grew to also love the toys he made. from the wooden dolls to the mini animal sculptures that he himself carved. but your favorite type of toys that your father has made were the puppets.
the puppets, there was something about them that has drawn you. it might be their realistic faces or their names or even the fact that they kept you company whenever your father goes out of town to buy toy making materials. this day is another one of those occasions when your father will be gone for a few days to buy materials.
âit wonât take long y/n, iâll be back in no time. now you be careful here, ok? you know where our food is kept right? i also asked our neighbors to occasionally check up on you, if you run into any trouble just yell for them. also, donât for to lock theâ â
âi know dad, we go through this every two months since i can remember, iâm already used to it by now.â
âi know, but your old man just canât help himself. i donât want anything to happen to you.â
âItâs ok dad besides like you said the neighbors are here plus the puppets keep me company!â
"alright, but promise me you'll be careful," he added, hugging you tightly before grabbing his travel bag.
"i promise, dad," you said with a smile, hoping to reassure him. You slammed the door behind him and turned to face the room full of his works.
you approached the shelf, where the puppets were carefully placed, each with its own unique personality. there was wonyoung, the elegant princess; kazuha, the graceful ballerina; and giselle, the trendy fashionista. however, one puppet struck you the most: yujin, a mysterious puppet with hauntingly gorgeous eyes and a face that was both feminine and masculine.
yujin was by far your favorite among the countless puppets that your father has created. the way her face was sculpted to perfection, those dark brown eyes that seem to be alive, and the way her skin looks so soft despite being made of wood. her unexpected appendage down there was also a bonus(your father explained that yujin was supposed to be a boy but later changed his decision).
you reached out and picked up yujin, feeling a sense of comfort rush over you while holding her in your hands.
as the day passed by, you always had yujin by your side. whether it was to feed the chickens or to bring in the clothes that were set to dry. there was something about her that drew you in, something that, unlike everyone else, gave you the impression that you in some way, were understood.
before long, darkness fell and you had to remain indoors with your puppet companion, even though you have kind neighbors all around you, you never know when danger is around.
after making sure that youâve locked all possible entrances, youâve decided to light a few candles and turned on the kitchen light, creating a cozy, warm atmosphere. you then decided to cook some warm vegetable soup. the comforting aroma soon spread out through the whole house making you hum in delight.
once in a while you would glance at yujin who you propped by the dining table. the gentle flicker of the candles danced across yujin's face, giving the puppet an almost lifelike appearance. time passed by and you were soon done cooking. you prepped up the table and got all the necessary utensils to finally eat.
âyujin!! dinnerâs ready!â you yelled even though you knew she was a puppet.
âdamn i must be going crazyâ
sitting down, you took a sip of the soup, moaning in delight at the taste.
âyou know yujin,â you started. âwith you here, it doesnât really feel lonely at allâ
the puppet, unresponsive, just sat there yet her wooden eyes somehow looked like they were focused and listening intently to you.
shaking your head, you continued âi wish you were alive yuj, oh the stories i could tell you and the things we could do together.â
âyou could walk independently, you could taste my cooking, you couldâŠâŠyou could feel loveâmy loveâ you lighty ranted
but what you didnât know was this simple wish of yours could lead to you getting any sleep at all tonight wink wink
after finishing dinner, you cleaned up the dining room and kitchen and also put away the leftovers. you did your nightly routines before putting yujin beside you in your bed.
âgoodnight yujâ you say before kissing her on the lips and turning off the lights. you glanced at her one more time before closing your eyes as your consciousness drifts off to dreamland
ây/nâ
âpsst y/nâ
ây/n wake upâ
rubbing your eyes, you groaned in annoyance as your sweet slumber was interrupted.
âwho is it? what happened? is the kitchen burning?â you asked but you were only answered by the sound of someone giggling.
âwho theâWHAT THE FUCK!â you began to talk, but your words were cut short when you lost your balance.
falling off the bed with a bang, you landed on the floor in a tangle of bedding and limb. the force of the fall jolted you completely awake, and you sat up, scratching your head and looking around in confusion. as you struggled to get your bearings, you noticed Yujin sitting up on the bed, her eyes wide with concern. except yujin was no longer a puppet; she was fully alive, with human-like features and a concerned look.
"are you okay?" yujin asked, her voice quiet but filled with concern.
you blinked, trying to fully take in what you were seeing. "yujin? how... how are you alive?" you gasped, looking at her with surprise.
yujin looked down at herself, then back at you, equally bewildered. "i don't know," she said, shaking her head slightly. "one moment i was a puppet, and the next... i'm like this."
you stood up still trying to take in the whole situation when she spoke up again
ây/n i think it might be the kissâ she said
âthe kiss?â you repeat feeling your cheeks flush as you remembered what you did a while ago
âyeah the kiss, it mightâve been some kind of magicâ she explained while standing up, her tall figure towering over you.
as everything sank in, you realized how close yujin was standing in front of you. you stared at her and you could see her staring back at you. slowly, like a dream, you both leaned in. your breaths mingled, your eyes locked, and suddenly, as if driven by an invisible force, your lips touched in a soft, long kiss. it was delicate at first, but soon turned rough.
yujin placed her hands on your shoulders and deepened the kiss, her lips soft and warm on yours. your heart raced in your chest, and you felt yourself melting into the moment. before you knew it, yujin has already pushed you back to your bed, her body hovering over you.
the two of you locking lips for a while before you broke the kiss âi canât believe this is real,â you gasped âiâve been dreaming of this moment for a long time now.â
yujin smirks, hands squeezing your ass before replying, âme too princess, ever since i became conscious.â
you blush at the nickname before feeling something hard press against your thigh.
âyujin is this?..........â you trailed off, pertaining to the âthingâ poking your thigh.
âitâs exactly what you think it is princessâ her smirk still there, her hand now rubbing your crotch. âi know you want this too.â
âlet me take care of youâ she whispered, her voice dropping an octave.
you nod in response, heart beating rapidly in anticipation. yujinâs hand moved smoothly across your bodies, slowly undressing the two you. your body shivered at the cold air when she finally finished undressing you. yujin stared at your body with a predatory gaze causing you to cover yourself with your arms. she chuckles at your attempt to cover yourself before grabbing your arms, preventing you from further trying to.
âdonât cover your body princess, your beautifulâ she says as she leans to your neck, gently nipping it making you blush
with the two of you now bare, you could finally properly her length. if you had to guess, it was around 8 inches and it was quite girthy. it was veiny and had a huge prominent vein stemming from the base to the underside of the tip.
yujin positioned herself between you, looking into your eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. seeing none, she guided her length to your core.
she penetrated you with a slow, deliberate thrust, and you yelped in pleasure. yujin stopped, giving you a moment to adjust, her gaze never leaving yours. "are you okay?" she said softly, her voice full of worry and love.
"yes," you whispered, your body craving more. "please, yujin... don't stop."
with your consent, yujin starts thrusting. each thrust harder and faster than the last one, this lead to you being a moaning and panting mess.
âyou like that?â she pants, sweat running down her cheeks. âyou like it when i turn you into a moaning mess?â
âyes!â you gasped. âiâŠâahhh love it yujin! harder please iâahhh want more.â
hearing this, yujin smirks before gripping your hips as she increases her pace, her eyes locked straight into yours. her gaze making you feel small.
"you're mine," she whispered, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "and i'm gonna make you feel so good."
her words drove you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. you screamed out her name, your nails clawing her back, pulling her closer as your climax came.
yujin continued to thrust into you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chased her release. when she finally reached it, her body tightened, a loud, guttural cry from her lips as she gushed inside you, filling you entirely.
for a few moments, you both lay there, tangled together, your breaths mingling as you came down from your high. yujin brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her gaze softening with affection that made your heart flutter.
âi know we might be going a bit too fast but i love you y/n.â she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.
you blush at her words before replying âitâs okay yuj, weâre in this togetherâ you cup her cheeks. âand i love you too.â
yujin smiles at your words, leaning in to kiss you. âiâm gonna cherish this chance of being alive to prove to you how much i love you.â she promises.
you held her close, experiencing an overwhelming feeling of completeness and happiness you had never had before. the two of leaned in for one last before getting settled in bed to sleep.
â............â
âhey y/n?â
âhmm?â
âi think iâm getting hard againâ
oh boyâŠâŠ..
#ive#ahn yujin#g!p ahn yujin#ive smut#ive yujin#i feel like im cheating on wonyoung#im alive#kpop smut#x female reader#g!p
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too hot to handle
member â junhui x gn!reader genre â sfw, fluff, comfort word count â 1k synopsis â dinner in bed is nice, but sometimes things get a little spicy. warnings â mentions of food and eating, reader doesn't eat/like spicy food (the title is a joke this is not smut it's not even a teeny bit suggestive. just pure fluff !!) notes â requested by @onlymingyus â so actually i am a big fat liar nsjdghf i randomly felt motivated to write jun fluff today bc i miss him so here's a little drabble from my inbox :-) my requests are still closed and i'm still on hiatus-ish, but i hope you enjoy!
the sound of loud slurping noises pulls your attention away from the tv as you lay in bed, tangled up in junâs side with a bowl of ramen on your lap.
âyou're doing that on purpose, aren't you?â
âdoing what?â he mumbles through a mouthful of food as he looks up from his bowl, half a noodle still hanging between his lips before he swallows it up.
you stare at him for a moment. the look on his face is so cute that you can't tell if his ignorance is feigned or not, but does it really matter? you're going to let him get away with it either way. ânevermind,â you answer after a minute, and he shrugs and happily goes back to finishing up his dinner.
you stretch your back and relax into the pillows, and automatically jun lifts his arm so you can settle into his side. he always adjusts so you have a comfortable place to lean on, even if it hinders his ability to eat. your elbow rests on his hip as you lay against him, propping yourself up to balance your own bowl.
the tv plays quietly, a new drama that the two of you have been watching together the past few weeks. but it's just background noise; it might as well have been muted, because you'd stopped listening to it a while ago. it's the first night in too long that you've been able to spend time with jun uninterrupted, and you'd much rather focus on him. with both of your busy and exhausting lives, lazy evenings and dinner in bed have become few and far between lately, so you savor every moment you can get with him.
he slurps his ramen again, and now you're sure he was doing it on purpose because this time he does it much quieter than before. you can't help the smile that makes its way onto your face as you bring a spoonful to your own mouth, shaking your head in enamored fondness.
you lean your head back against his shoulder to look up at him. you don't know how he does it. how he manages to make you fold when he's not even trying.
he flashes you a grin when he sees you staring and he slurps from his spoon, this time making it clear he wants you to know he's doing it intentionally. you laugh softly move your head down towards the screen again, but he hums out a little noise and you pause to glance back up at him.
âwait a second,â he says after swallowing the broth in his mouth. he puts down his spoon and uses his free hand to tilt your chin up towards him, two gentle fingers guiding your cheek.
you follow his eyes as he stares down at your lips, and for a second you think he's going to kiss you. but instead he brushes his thumb across your lip, wiping away a stray piece of carrot from the corner of your mouth, and you feel your cheeks flush with heat.
âis that all?â you say, and he lets out a little hum in disagreement as he stares at you. you lick your lips reflexively under his gaze, your eyes never leaving his. the dim light from the tv makes him look even prettier, you think, studying the fuzzy outline of his features in the darkness.
âmmm⊠no, i think i missed a spot, actually.â
this time he leans down to kiss you and you crane your neck up to meet his lips, breaking into a smile as you feel him press against your mouth. your eyes flutter shut at the familiar movement of his lips moving with yours, so natural and warm and tender like it's the easiest thing in the world.
he pulls away after a second and sighs, settling back against the headboard of the bed and adjusting you in his arms. distantly you hear the drama's theme song playing in the background as the credits of the episode flash across the screen, but you don't care about following the story anymore.
at this moment you're more concerned with the biting warmth spreading across your lips, so you wipe the back of your hand against your mouth, and he lets out a little whine. âhey, whyâd you do that?â he pouts. âdon't wipe off my kisses. you're making me sad.â
âbecause you're burning my mouth! your ramen's too spicy for me,â you tease as you pout back at him, reaching across him to set your own half-empty bowl on the nightstand.
he grabs your wrist before you pull back and brings your hand up to his mouth. without having to ask you sigh, knowing what he wants, and you swipe your thumb over his lips even though there's nothing there.
âthere. all gone, no more spice,â he hums with a smile and he gently releases your hand. you let your arm fall onto his lap, resting across his body and curling around his waist to pull him closer to you. ânow come here and let me kiss you again, i have to replace the one you wiped off.â
you groan and pretend to roll your eyes, but you don't hesitate when he leans back in to capture your lips again. the heat is easy to put up with; you don't mind his spicy kisses, if it means you get to have moments in bed together like this.
âi'm gonna make you brush your teeth before you kiss me next time,â you grumble, but it's not hard to tell that your threats are empty.
jun just giggles and presses his lips against you once more, this time on your cheek by the corner of your mouth, because it's clear you're not serious nor upset. the days of being grossed out by each other have long since passed, and you'll gladly take a sloppy kiss from him any day. âlove you, too.â
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ⳠIndex [Day 07 - Picnic Sex]
Pairing:Â Soft Dom!Yoongi x f.Reader
Genre: established relationship!AU
Kinks:Â public sex on a meadow, drunk sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, praise kink, good girl kink, sensory play where he makes her guess with what he is touching her, vaginal penetrative sex in missionary, use of a condom, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), giggly and cuddly aftercare, Yoongi is a cute menace when he is tipsy
Wordcount:Â 4.6k
a/n: i missed this couple so much!!! holy moly iâm sobbing in the club, theyâre the cutest!! goodness :( thank you for requesting this, iâm in love with them <3
Yoongi has been gazing for more than ten minutes. His lips are curled into a constant, soft smile and his eyes sparkle adoringly. He also has his head tilted to the side slightly, kicking his feet mindlessly. He doesnât know that he is gazing, but you finally notice after coming down from your wine induced monologue about tea.Â
You swallow down the flutter of your heart, cheeks heating up under his gaze.Â
âSorry, I was talking a lot.â
He shakes his head, smiling drunkenly and fluttering his lashes, âyou werenâtâ, he says softly.
âI just think tea is so neat.â
âI know you do. It is.âÂ
A shy giggle slips from you, shoulders lifting to your ears.
âStop looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âJust so dreamily. It makes me shy.â
Yoongi chuckles and scoots closer. His chest brushes the side of your arm and he has his hand propped up on the picnic blanket behind your butt. Like this, you can smell his sweet breath and practically feel his kiss.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, I canât help itâ, he whispers and brushes the back of his hand down your cheek as gently as possible. âI love listening to you. Everything you say is so wonderful.âÂ
âAre you drunk?âÂ
His flushed cheeks and droopy eyes should be answer enough.Â
âMaybe a little.â He drops his cheek on your shoulder, peeking up at you through his lashes. âThe wine is so good and the food was amazing and you are beautiful and this date is perfectâ, he gushes as his fingers trace your stomach and thighs mindlessly.
You giggle, nudging him with your nose. You learned from dating Yoongi that he becomes very cute when he is drunk. He gets clingy and touchy and his loosened tongue canât stop saying the sappiest stuff. He also giggles constantly and gets such a cute blush on his cheeks. You already think that he is cute on normal days, but when he is drunk, you could smooch him constantly because of how adorable he is.Â
Yoongi sighs dreamily and kisses your shoulder, straightening up afterwards. He currently has ginger hair, which reflects the autumn sun in shades of orange. You lovingly like to call him your tangerine because of it.
âClose your eyesâ, he says and because you trust him, you do. You know that if he asks something like this, the outcome will be nice for you. You stay seated for a while, enjoying the silence of the moment.Â
You and Yoongi went on a picnic date on the meadow today. It was a sunny, warm autumnâs day and you felt like getting out of your houses. So you met up on your bicycles with homemade food in your baskets and your pets next to it, ready to drive down into the valley for a nice date. Levi and Holly are napping together in the grass just a little to your right, the food has been finished already and the bottle of wine, Yoongi brought, is half empty. Which explains why you and he keep giggling and snickering. You are both just tipsy enough that the current moment is so, so exciting and nice.
Yoongi still hasnât acted on whatever he was planning to do.
âWhat are you doing?â You ask him, snickering. âDid you leave?â
âNo. Guess what Iâm usingâ, he says and a second later you feel something light tickle your face.
You giggle, chasing the sensation. He starts off at your temple, guiding it over your cheek and down your neck until he traces your exposed collarbones. You are wearing an autumn sundress today, which reveals your collarbones and cleavage.Â
The sensation stops, the ghost of its touch remains on your skin in tingles.
âWhat was that?â he asks.Â
âSomething that tickled, mhm, maybe a feather?â
âNo, try again.â The sensation begins anew, sending shivers down your back. It makes your heart flutter in giddiness.
Stop. It is time for you to guess.Â
âIs it grass?âÂ
âYay, you did it.â
You open your eyes, inspecting the blade of grass between his fingers. He picked the flower for it, which explains why it felt so feathery on your skin.Â
A drunken snicker leaves you and you draw closer to him.
âThis was fun. I wanna try again.â
âOkay, Iâll give you more.âÂ
You close your eyes, waiting impatiently for his next touch. Something soft like fabric. He dances it from your temples down to your collarbones.
You smile, turning your head to where you think his face should be.
âThatâs your jumper.â
âMhm, which part?â The sensation starts anew. He is so gentle as he guides it over your skin. It feels so good.
âYour sleeve? Maybe?â
âCorrect.â
You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. He lets out a soft chuckle and pokes your nose with his own, rubbing the tip against yours afterwards. You close your eyes halfway, reciprocating the affection.Â
âOne more, please?âÂ
âOkay, one more. Close your eyes.â
You obey, skin tingling in anticipation. The touch is chaste, tickling your skin.
âAre you fluttering your lashes against my cheek?â you ask in a snicker.
âYeahâ, he laughs.
âOh god, youâre silly.â
He chuckles and kisses your cheek, dancing his lips to your ear afterwards to whisper. You shiver like crazy at the feeling of it, sighing quietly.
âTwo more guesses, okay?âÂ
âYeah okayâŠâ
The next object is obvious to you with the very first touch.
âYour fingertip!â
âMhm, correctâ, he whispers, dancing it down to your collarbone to trace it.Â
You open your eyes halfway. He is breathing a little heavier than before.
âWhatâs the last one?â you ask him, breathing heavier as well.
âClose your eyes and guess.â
âOkay.â
You can hear him shimmy closer to you and then you feel it. His lips on your neck, kissing the most sensitive spot.
You tilt your head back, parting your lips in a surprised moan.
Yoongi purrs, sucking on your skin gently before he lifts his lips. You open your eyes, looking at his pouty lips.
âAnd?â he asks.
âYour lipsâ, you sigh, gazing dreamily.
âCorrect, you did so well.â
âHahâ, you let out, eyes practically lost in the view of his lips.
Yoongi, who notices and feels tingly because of it, speaks softly. He traces your thigh with his fingertips as he does, gazing at your neck.
âWanna have a reward?â
âA reward?â
âMhm, itâll feel goodâ, he says, ghosting his lips over your neck without touching it.
âAhâ, you let out, chasing him.
âIs this a yes?â
âYeah, please.â
He climbs atop of you, laying you down on the blanket as he does it.Â
You allow him happily, exposing your neck to him so he could keep kissing you. He claims the opportunity happily, showering you in kisses and careful touches. By now, it is an unspoken shared feeling by both that this is turning you on. It was sweet at first, but sweetness sometimes tastes too addicting not to crave more of it. The day is so nice, the date so romantic and you have been sharing such nice intimacy on your little, comfortable blanket. You are also giddily drunk and stupidly in love with each other. It was bound to happen that all of these feel good emotions escalate.Â
Yoongi still lifts his lips to ask, hands on an innocent place.
âI know you already said yes, but is it really okay for me to touch you?â
âYes, is it okay for you too?â
âYes, more than okay, my darling.â He kisses your jawline once. âJust tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?â
âYes okay. You too, yeah?âÂ
âMhm, yeah.â
He lowers his lips, planning not to lift them again for quite a while. You fall into the sensation with a sigh, melting like a drop of chocolate in the sun. Â
He kisses every inch of your neck and jawline, even giving you soft bites because he knows that you love the sensation. His lips brush against your ears as well, allowing quiet moans to reach them and with it, make you shiver. It is so hot to feel his moans like this, it will always excite you.
Yoongi of course knows that and he will use every card against you to get you as turned on as possible. He loves turning you on, especially when you look as pretty as you do today.
âI love this dress on you, I love it so muchâ, he breathes, rubbing his palms over the soft fabric while his lips are tasting your collarbones.
âThank youâ, you sigh, wiggling your feet. He always makes you feel so beautiful.Â
âI love the colour and the fit and the fabric. You make this dress look so beautiful, my darlingâ, he continues, right hand sliding to your waist to trace it. The dress is a little tighter around your waist, giving it a synched look. It also makes his touch feel like electricity on your skin, forcing your back to arch off the blanket.
Yoongi purrs, kissing a path down your chest until he reaches your cleavage. The position and gravity naturally makes your breasts lay flatter than as if you were standing up, but Yoongi still buries his face in them. He makes a funny noise as he does, eliciting a loud cackle from you. You ruffle his hair instantly, chest tingling in happiness.Â
âYouâre so stupidâ, you laugh.Â
âI had to do this. I love your titsâ, he mumbles, voice playful and happy.Â
âIf you say so.âÂ
âMhm, I do.â He gathers them in his hands and massages them gently. âI really do.âÂ
âWow YoongiâŠthis isâŠso niceâŠâ you sigh, arching into his touch.
âIt is. So niceâ, he breathes, placing loving kisses on your clothed breasts before moving lower.Â
By now, you are practically panting in excitement, body shuddering each time he touches a new spot. He has both hands on your sides, holding you safely as his lips kiss a path down your clothed stomach.
Soon every inch of it is kissed as well and Yoongi straightens up. You open your eyes, meeting his adoring gaze. His cheeks are pinker than before.Â
You prop your feet up on the blanket and open your legs. Yoongiâs eyes widen, he does a sneaky double take before gawking at your face in shock.Â
âPleaseâ, you beg.
âA-are you sure?â
âYes. You?â
âWhat? Of course I am, you donât gotta ask. You know me, I could live between your legsâ, he says and lies down on his stomach, burying his face in your inner thigh to munch on it playfully.
You giggle and whine, writhing deliciously at the sensation. He is kissing and sucking your skin, leaving the softest of bites as well. They donât hurt at all, theyâre a soft graze with his teeth before his tender lips replace them. The sensation is so tingly that you could honestly scream. He riles you up so much.
Soon, you cannot take the teasing anymore and you reach down to rake your fingers through his locks.
âDonât tease please.â
âIâm not, youâre just impatient.â
You chuckle, heart fluttering. You love when he bickers with you. He is such a cutie. A cutie who currently takes off your panties, making you heave in excitement. You help him slip them off your legs, then prop them up again as wide apart as possible.
Yoongi chuckles because of your eagerness, running his palms down your inner thighs.
âYouâre beautiful, darlingâ, he says, meaning your pussy.
âYoongi, youâre still teasingâ, you whine.
âYeah, thatâs right. I was teasing right now.â
âGod, I canât stand youâ, you laugh, ruffling his hair.
Yoongi smiles, lowering himself like this. He purrs, kissing your pussy to get her used to him. Your laughter stops, a loud gasp replaces it.
âMhm, so softâ, he lulls, wrapping his lips around your clit to give it a gentle suck.
âOh.â Your hips flinch up. âWow.â They drop again, legs twitching aggressively.
Yoongi lets go of you and finally darts out his tongue, guiding it through your folds to part them. You are already a little wet, making him purr in contentment. He loves your taste and your scent. He runs his hands to your hips, holding them safely. One squeeze for good measures.
âDonât stop pleaseâ, you sigh, feeling more and more turned on. He is still gentle right now, going slow. It is so nice to be worked up this way.
Sometimes Yoongi gets really hungry for your pussy and he goes down on you sloppily and quickly. It overstimulates you within seconds, forcing you to yelp up and orgasm after just a few licks. He is very cocky whenever that happens because of how quickly he can make you climax. And you love these moments, theyâre so sexy to you.
You canât lie however and you have to admit that you really, really love when he is being gentle with you. The pleasure goes so much deeper and builds up so much more. The fact that he is capable of doing both is also very arousing to you.
âYouâre so goodâ, you praise, voice breathy.
âMhhmâ, he purrs into you, guiding his wet tongue through your folds until he has your clit under it. He slides his left hand from your hips, using two of his fingers to part you and therefore expose more of your clit. Like this, he circles his tongue around it, careful not to grace it directly but instead make the area around it sensitive.
âGod this is tortureâ, you both whine and chuckle, closing your legs on him slightly.
âMh-hm, is goodâ, he lulls, pushing your legs apart with one hand. His tongue continues its teasing rounds while his right hand rubs your inner thigh. He purrs and does the unthinkable thing of dancing his tongue down to your entrance instead.
You throb around nothing, chasing him in a weak roll of your hips and cursing under your breath. If you werenât already dizzy from the wine, you are definitely dizzy now that he teases you so much.
Yoongi listens to your needy curses, feeling really dizzy himself. You taste stronger than you did before, a sure sign that he managed to get you wetter. Yoongi laps it up deliciously, eyes closed and button nose buried between your soft folds. He loves when he gets messy from your pussy, burying his nose deeper while his tongue teases your entrance.
âPlease, this is tortureâ, you let out in a whine, scratching his scalp softly but needily at the same time.
âWhat do you need?â he dares to ask as if he wasnât teasing you on purpose. Gosh, he is such a menace when he is drunk and therefore playful.
âMore, I canât take the teasing please.â
âAgain, youâre just impatient.â
âMin Yoongiâ, you warn, lifting your head just enough that you can make eye contact with him. His eyes sparkle boyishly, his cheeks are flushed. He is also kicking his feet giddily.
âOkay, okay fineâ, he laughs, âI give up. Do you want my fingers, mhm?â
âYes please, two of them please.â
âOkay, Iâm only doing this because youâre impatient.â
You drop your head with an exasperated groan, mumbling a quiet âyouâre so annoying.â
He chuckles and puts the pads of his middle and ring finger against your entrance. He spits on them so the slip would be easier then finally applies pressure. You take him in greedily, walls practically sucking him in.
âYes, god yesâ, you moan, thrusting your hips ecstatically.
âSlipped right inâ, he croaks, feeling his cock throb in his pants. He didnât expect you to take him so easily nor to be so wet inside for that matter and itâs really affecting him. Once entirely inside, he begins moving, pumping his long digits in and out your soft walls.
âThis feel so goodâ, you moan, fingers closing around his left hand.
âIt does. Fuck darling, youâreâŠâ he trails off, deciding to let his tongue do the talking another way. He presses it against your clit, licking it eagerly while his fingers fuck you slowly and deeply.
âYes this, yes this, yes this, please thisâ, you chant, body beginning to writhe in pleasure. You always like to whine when he is teasing you, but it is always so worth it. Now that he finally pleasures your favourite spots, it makes you literally float on cloud nine. The warmth is so deep, so constant, so good. The slight intoxicated buzz of the wine makes it even more intense.
âThis please, this please, this, this, ah thisâŠâ
Yoongi moans into you, grinding his cock into the ground. He is so turned on, head fuzzy and body running on nothing but you. He wanted to make you feel good ever since you went on your monologue about tea. He loves listening to you so much, everything you say is so interesting to him and you look so cute when your eyes are glowing from intoxication that Yoongi knew he had to make you feel good ever since you began talking about tea. Witnessing you in such a state, tasting how wet you are, feeling how much you clench is everything his drunken heart needed. And he wants to do everything in his power to make you feel as good as possible. He curls his fingers each time they grace your g-spot, staying there for a few seconds to massage the tender spot. And each time he pleasures your insides, he focuses his licks on the most sensitive part of your clit. Judging by the noises you are producing, this is going to make you orgasm.
You never tell him that something is bringing you close because it then does the exact opposite for you. You somehow stress yourself out about orgasming and then stop being close. So you always stay quiet until you are literally in the middle of climaxing. Yoongi never thought that it was weird that you did that, instead he studied your reactions until he learned just from your noises and movements when something he does is bringing you close. Like this, you can enjoy yourself without stressing and Yoongi is having the best time. Yoongi loves doing this for you because he loves you and he loves making you feel good.
Today is no different. Yoongi keeps using his fingers and mouth on you while you get noisier and shakier with each touch and lick. He canât wait to have you climax, moaning with you as he brings you closer by the second.
Three more eager licks and with his fingers against your g-spot, and he breaks you.
âIâm cummingâ, you moan, already shaking out of control.
Yoongi growls into you, enjoying the tug you have on his hair as he helps you ride out your orgasm. You are also grinding your hips into his face instinctively, smothering him in your warmth. He is in heaven. He really is.
âOh, uh, ahâ, you let out once overstimulation sets in, fleeing him in flinches of your hips, âah, wait.â
Yoongi knows that you arenât a particular fan of intense overstimulation and so he slips his fingers free, kissing a path up your body.
âDamn this wasâŠokay phewâ, you get out, making him chuckle and nibble on your jawline.
âDid you like it?â he coos drunkenly.
âDid I like it? I loved it, oh my lord.â
He snickers, sucking your cheek into his mouth as if he was eating your face.
âNo, donât do thatâ, you whine, pushing him off gently.
âI canât help it. Youâre so cute that I wanna eat you.â
You whine, nudging his chest because he flusters you so much. Yoongi smiles, snuggling his nose into your cheek.
âDo you want more?â he asks.
âDo you want more?â you ask him.
âMaybe? My cockâs so hard.â
âOh godâ, you snicker, âpoor boy.â
âYeah, poor boy. God, I wanna fuck you so badâ, he says, grinding his hips into you.
âOhâ, you gasp, shuddering in reaction and gripping his back, âYoongi, holy fu-ah.â
âPlease ___ can I fuck you? Please?â
âYes, please do.â
He moans, kissing your cheek in gratefulness, âthank you, thank you, oh thank you.â
âJust do it, you drunk doofus youâ, you snicker, ruffling his hair.
âYeah, right.â He sits up and looks around. âWait, I need to figure this out. I donât wanna expose my buttâ, he says, making you laugh.
âI donât think anyone would seeâ, you say, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could get the condom from your bag as he undresses.
âI canât risk it. What if someone does? Then theyâll see my pale ass. Thatâs embarrassing. I wouldnât complain if I actually tanned, but I look like a ghost right now.â
âYou would still complain, come on nowâ, you cackle, making him chuckle.
âYou know me so well.â He finally managed to get his cock out of his pants without exposing his butt. âThere we go. That should workâ, he says.
âThatâs so sexy, baby. Here, condom.â
âThanks, darlingâ, he accepts it and opens it to roll it on.Â
You watch him, feeling so excited for what was to come. He gives his cock three jerks for good measures then lies himself over you.
âHey thereâ, you say, combing your fingers through his hair.
âHey thereâ, he says, leaning into your touch. He guides his cock to your pussy, grinding it through your folds. âMhm, so wet. Can I stick it in?â
You nod your head vigorously, âstick it in, please.â
âLook at me, yeah?âÂ
âMhm yeah.âÂ
Pressure on your entrance for just a second then he breaches you, cock sliding into you easily. You and he moan together, eyes getting lost in the otherâs.
âWow, this is so niceâ, you sigh.
âYeah, so niceâ, his voice is practically nothing but airy sounds. He is so far gone, giving up completely once he bottoms out. âFuckâ, he presses out, eyes rolling back and head dropping so his nose is nuzzled into your cheek.
âYouâre so deepâ, you croak.
âMh-hmâ, he whimpers, nodding his head. He shivers when you run your hand down his back so you could hold his hip.
âMove please.â
He fulfills your wish gladly, rolling his hips into you gently but deeply. He wants to stay inside you, feel you around every single inch of him. He is so happy when he is inside you, so happy.
You gasp and moan his name, head rolling to the side in defeat. He chases you, lips against your neck and eyes closed.
âFeels good?â
âYeah, feels good. Youâre so deep, ah Yoongi.â
âMhm so deep. Youâre taking me so well, baby.â
âYoongiâŠâ
âI love when you moan my name. Makes me wanna fuck you so good.â
You shiver from just his words, arching your back. Your clothed breasts rub against his clothed chest this way. He reaches down and caresses your back once before he pins you down onto the blanket gently, sliding his thumb to your clit.
âYoongiâ, you moan louder, clenching around him and scrunching your face.
âSo good, such a good girl. Keep moaning my nameâ, he lulls, turning your brain and limbs into goo. He is so sexy when he praises you. You didnât even know that you had such a huge praise kink until he did it one night and you literally melted.
âYoongiâŠâ
âThatâs it, thatâs my girl. Such a good girlâ, he praises, rewarding you with slightly harsher thrusts. He is still incredibly gentle, but there is strength behind them. Strength and skill, meant to make you see stars.
âYoongi!â you wail, arching your back.
He moans in reaction, twisting the blanket above your head. His cock throbs deep inside you, his stomach flutters. There is nothing that gets him off more than when you moan his name. He feels so good when you do and as if he could fucking do anything. Seriously, you give him such a boost of confidence when you act this way during sex that Yoongi feels almost unbearably cocky.
âDonât stop please.â
âPut your finger in my mouth.â
You open your eyes, âhuh?â
âMy mouth, put it inâ, he says, sticking his tongue out.
You follow his order, although confused. Yoongi takes your finger and licks it greedily, making you moan from the sensation.
âYouâre so hot, oh godâ, you mewl, throbbing around him.
He purrs and lets it slip out, ârub your clit with it. I need both arms to support myself. My shoulder hurts otherwise.â
âOh god, youâre so sexy. Yoongiâ, you moan, replacing his finger with yours.
âThere we go, good girlâ, he growls, slamming his elbow onto the ground next to your head and grabbing the blanket roughly. He angles his hips better, using the new support to pump into you sloppily.
âYoo-â, is all you get out before your tongue stops working and all you can make are the most primal of noises.
âYeah thatâs it, isnât it? You like that, donât you?â he taunts, sounding so sure of himself.
You nod your head vigorously, whimpering each time he buries his cock deep inside your walls.
âOf course you do. You are so beautiful when I fuck you. Shit, Iâm dizzy. Youâre driving me insane.â
âYoongi, youâŠcumâŠâ
âDonât hold back, Iâve got you baby, Iâve got you.â
âSayâŠitâŠpleaseâŠâ
He cradles your cheek, lowering his drunken voice seductively.
âCum for me, darling.â
âAh, Yoongi!â you break instantly, scratching up his back as you clasp him desperately.
âGood girl, cum for me, such a good girlâ, he talks you through it at first, but then you squeeze him so tightly that he feels lost as well, âyouâre making me cum too, ah ___.â
He drops his face into the crook of your neck, releasing into the condom a second later with a guttural growl. You scream his name in reaction, wrapping your limbs around him as tightly as possible. It forces his weakened body to drop on yours.
â___â, your name leaves him in a whimper, his arms cradle you against him as best as possible, âwow this was, wow.â
âYeah, so wowâ, you agree, melting under him. Itâs so nice to have his weight on you and to calm down in his arms.
âHow are you? Are you okay?â he asks.
âYeah, so okay. You?â
âI think my heart gave up. I nutted so hard.â
âGod youâ, you laugh loudly, âever since you have orange hair, youâre a menace.â
âMhm yeah probablyâ, he teases and gives your cheek a kiss for good measures before he has to sit up and slip out so the condom wouldnât fall into you. He rolls it off his cock and ties a knot, then wraps it up in a fresh napkin. He hands you your panties.
You sit up and put them on while he stuffs his cock back into his pants.
âI canât believe we just did that. Do you think someone saw us?â
âProbably not. The day is really quiet.â
âLetâs hope so. Oh my god ___, I canât believe we did that. Are we insane?â he says, suddenly shrinking shyly as he draws closer with a giggle. He even hides his face behind his hands, laughing with his shoulders.
âActually, youâre right. What were we thinking?â you agree, suddenly having to giggle shyly as well.
âThis is what happens when we drink wine. We have stupid ideas like that.â
You agree in snickers, falling around his neck in a tight hug. He hugs you back instantly, giggling into your neck.
âI love being with you, Yoongi baby.â
âI love being with you, ___ baby.â
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cw: noncon hinted, hinted somno, creampies, sexual fantasies, masturbation, fem! afab reader, forced impregnation, stalker behavior, dead dove do not eat
MDNI.
It rained today; it had rained the day before as well. But today was different - at least, for Simon it was. The usual scent of cigarette the reeked around the neighborhood was washed away by the sweet, fresh fragrance of rain. He couldn't fucking sleep for the life of him, too accustomed to his shitty, inflexible work schedule. Sleep for three hours, wake up, report in, missions, come back, standing duty, work out. It was a filthy, scrambled jumble of a schedule that made his brain hurt.
His only luxury was the reservation of his civilian life.
Didn't socialize. Hell, he barely even glanced at someone's face for longer than a few seconds - didn't need to. He had already memorized their features for as long as he deemed important. Which is how he got to finding you.
You, his pretty little neighbor. You were all too fucking sweet for a bastard like him to have such possessive fantasies about. Spend the day time outside, tending to a garden, barbequing, reading a book while bathing in the sun. Your reading glasses were a cute look for you, as was everything else.
And in the evening, when you got to cooking, you'd prop open your kitchen window and let the food cool down. The sound of your dishes being scrubbed could be heard from his own yard - it's not eavesdropping if you're so got damn loud, darling. You yammer to your friend about life, work, the bullshit you experience and the guy who tried to get in your pants last week.
Oh, a pretty thing like you doesn't deserve to tell such vulgar stories. And Simon knows it's wrong to listen. He really does have morals, and respect, and chivalry. Sure, it's hard to prove that when he's fisting his hung cock. Muffling his grunts with sucks of air and shaky exhales.
Your laugh makes his cock twitch, and your sweet little "Mhmm"s make his tip leak with bitter tasting pre. He's sure he'd taste awful, splattered in your mouth. He was sure that you were spoilt on the delicacy meals you'd make in your kitchen. Simon wouldn't force you to endure something so cruel. He'd let his cream fill your cunt, holding your hand while you cry through your orgasm, because he is a gentleman.
Realistically, Simon probably couldn't last long. Especially given the way he busted in his pants the one time you came over to the fence, leaning over it with a hop on your ladder. Gave him a great view of your tits, something you had to be aware of as you begged him to give you some of the oranges from his tree.
'Course, he complied, who was he to reject his sweet little thing?
But love, when you initiate something like that, don't be surprised when the creep at your work randomly disappears. And when you wake up to the window you left open last night closed shut, and your panties full of a sticky white liquid. If they were even still on, you'd be lucky to have some dirty panties left.
You figured, you were a sleep walker. So innocent you are. Go to the doctor about all the "discharge" leaking out of you, not even questioning the throb against your cervix and imagining they were just some cramps from an upcoming period. One that never would come. And only when he hears you sobbing while waiting for one of your pies to cool down will he approach, very sweetly asking what's wrong. Leaning by your window well you break the news to him. You're gonna be a mother, and you don't even know the father. You've been abstinent for months!
Much to your surprise, your neighbor, generously offers to help. Because baby, he gets those combat paychecks; money isn't an issue for him. Simon would generously help you, from the bottom of his heart, with no ill intent, of course.
The military offered great family benefits, after all.
ahh </3 I haven't written in so long :T
anyways i wanted to try writing somno stuff because why not.
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cw: mentions of food, smut - minors do not interact
Author's Note: This is a super silly nanami drabble, don't mind me! just coping the best way I know how - with smut LOL. MDNI banner credit to @/cafekitsune.
Nanami always craves dessert whenever you do.Â
Youâre staying with his family this year for the holidays, sleeping in the guest bedroom downstairs. In the middle of the night, you wake up, craving that extra slice of pie your in-laws saved for you, hiding like buried treasure in the back of the fridge. Not wanting to wake your husband up, you slide out of bed as quietly as possible, tip-toeing out the door and into the kitchen, turning the lights on to the dimmest setting. Itâs a peaceful kind of quiet, the distinct chirping of crickets barely audible from outside. Someone snores upstairs, only obvious if you listen carefully. You take the first bite and break out into a blissful smile, savoring it in your mouth with your eyes closed.
Your ears perk when you hear the shuffle of slippers getting closer. Nanami appears, looking at you with bleary eyes and a small smile on his face. There are crumbs on your lips as you return his grin, sheepish for being caught in the act. âHi,â you muffle, mouth still full.Â
He chuckles softly, stepping towards you. Heâs wearing a very adorable set of flannel pajamas, ones that match yours. âHaving fun?â
You nod, offering him your plate and fork. âWant a bite?â
He yawns, sliding his hands on your waist, pulling you forward to press a kiss on top of your head. âIâm craving a different kind of dessert. Something much sweeter.â
Oblivious, you take another bite, saying, âI think thereâs some leftover cheesecake in there â â
âThatâs not what I meant,â he cuts you off, amused by your misunderstanding. He takes the plate from your hands, setting it on the counter, wiping the crumbs from your lips with his thumb, sticking it in his own mouth for a taste.Â
âOh,â you utter, finally clicking. âOh.â
Within seconds, your craving for pie is completely overtaken by Nanamiâs craving for you. Youâre propped up on the countertop, stripped bare from the waist-down, legs spread open for him as he eats you out, licking and sucking on your clit eagerly. His hair is bunched between your fingers, your grip tight on his scalp the deeper he devours you. One hand is pressed firmly to your mouth to hush your pleasured moans, the other has two digits buried in your wet cunt. He puckers his lips around you, suckling on your now swollen clit, releasing you with a lewd pop. âYou taste so fucking good, sweetheart. So juicy, so delicious.â
You let out an exasperated laugh, breathing out onto his palm, gently squeezing his face with your thighs. âYouâre so bad.â
âOnly because you made me this way,â he grunts, removing his fingers to fuck you with his tongue, licking up every drop that leaks out of you.
âFuck me,â you whine, impatient and desperate.
He drags you off the table, turning you around so that your back is flat against his chest, his mouth hot on your ear. He shoves the waistband of his pants down, releasing his hard cock, stiff against his abdomen. âYou really want it? More than that fucking pie?â
You bite your lip, trying to contain your laughter. He canât seriously be jealous of a piece of pie, can he? Not wanting to tease him further, you moan, âI want you more than anything, Kento.âÂ
He hums, satisfied with your answer, before he tips your chin towards him, kissing you fiercely, guiding his cock inside you while his other hand plays with your clit. âThatâs right. Better than any fucking dessert you can ever have.â
Okay, so maybe your husband really is jealous of a piece of pie.Â
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The 7th Year
Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary: reader wants to celebrate Nicoâs 7 year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils
notes: i really wanted to post this on his actual draft anniversary but iâm a slacker and didnât finish it in time, so here it is now. it still counts cause itâs still draft week, right? anyways, i hope you enjoy and happy reading! đ«¶đŒ
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âJack, itâs all wrong!â you cry out, looking at the orange cake sitting in front of you.
âListen, we can fix it. I can run down to the nearest grocery store and have them make me a new one really quick,â Jack tries to reason with you, attempting to avoid the incoming meltdown.
Today was Nicoâs seven-year anniversary of being drafted to the Devils. You know itâs an in-between milestone, most people celebrating every five years, but you didnât care. You werenât with him two years ago, having only been dating the hockey captain for a little over a year, so you were determined to make a big deal out of this milestone instead.
Your apartment was decked out in every tacky, red or devil related decoration imaginable, from cardboard cut-outs of Nico littered throughout the large living space to a custom âpin the horns on the nicoâ party game you ordered for the occasion.
âJack, I special ordered this cake four months ago, because the bakery he likes had a waiting list almost six months long for their cake decorator. I literally told them Iâd pay extra if they could have it done by today,â you shut the lid of the cake box, not wanting to look at the orange monstrosity any longer.
You had sent them several reference pictures of what you wanted done, confirming with them last week that they had the correct pictures and color scheme.
âWell, at least they got the logo right?â Jack tries again, watching you run your hands through your recently curled hair.
People were set to start showing up any minute now, and you were panicking about being ready in time for Nicoâs return home in a little over an hour. You barely had time to shower and make yourself presentable after spending all day transforming your apartment into a Nico museum.
All of his trophies and medals from childhood up until now are displayed on various surfaces around your shared apartment, action shot posters are taped on the living room walls, taking the place of your decorative pictures, and several of his old jerseys are on display in shadow boxes propped up in the high-top chairs that usually sit around the small table on your balcony, but are currently placed in various spots around the large room.
âYeah, sure. The logo says Devils, but the colors say Flyers,â you mumble, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to stop yourself from crying off your fresh make-up.
Jack had been a trooper today. Luke too. The two of them had shown up to your apartment not even twenty minutes after Nico left with Jesper and Timo this morning for their early tee time. They helped you decorate and arrange your entire apartment, ran all over Hoboken with you grabbing last minute stuff for the evening, and Luke is out right now picking up the catering order that was supposed to be delivered but somehow got marked for pick up.
Your phone starts ringing in the middle of your deep breathing moment, trying to calm your nerves.
âLuke, please tell me you have the food and are on your way home,â you answer the phone, praying Luke is calling to check in and not to give you bad news.
âYeah, I got it. On my way now. Just calling to check and see if you need anything else while Iâm out,â he tells you, the sound of his car door shutting heard in the background.
You breathe out a sigh of relief. At least the food is taken care of, you think to yourself. âNo, I think weâre good. I double checked everything before I got in the shower. And Jack has been setting stuff up while I was getting ready. Just please get here in one piece with the food before I have a small stroke,â you attempt a joke, but your tone sounds more strained than anything.
âAye Aye, Mrs. Captain,â you hear through the phone, picturing the small salute Luke is likely doing right now.
You chuckle out a goodbye and hang up your phone.
âSo, am I good to go get changed now, or do you need me to talk you off a ledge right now?â Jack asks you, treading lightly.
You send him an unamused glare. âNo, I think Iâve done everything I can do until Luke gets here with the food. Go, change. Shower if you need to,â you wave him off, grabbing the cake on the counter in front of you and walking to place it in the large fridge.
âAlright, but if I hear the balcony door open I wonât hesitate to run out here butt naked to make sure youâre not trying to make an escape,â he sings out as he walks out of your kitchen, turning down the hallway towards your guest bathroom.
You flip him off even though he canât see you, a smile on your face nonetheless.
Thirty minutes later, Jack is showered and dressed and a few of Nicoâs teammates have shown up, decked out in the t-shirts you had ordered and distributed to everyone.
Each of Nicoâs teammates are wearing a shirt with his picture from his draft on it. No matter who you were looking at, Nicoâs smiling baby face, devils hat on his head and devils jersey pulled over his formal attire, with one finger pointed in the air to signify his being picked first overall, was looking back at you.
You thought it would be funny to have Nico walk into a surprise celebration with his face staring back at him from nearly everyone in attendance, and when you pitched the idea to his teammates they were all for it.
You had ordered your own shirt with Nicoâs face on it, too. Although, yours was one of the shirts in the WWE style, overlapping, various pics of Nico making up the design.
As the time got closer to Nico coming home, more and more of his teammates and their significant others showed up, ready to surprise their captain.
Ten minutes before Nico was due arrive, you get a call from Jesper.
âHey, you guys almost here?â you answer, walking away from the noise of your living room.
âYeah, leaving the bar now,â he tells you, pausing to bid someone in the background goodbye and ringing out âthank youâ a few times as he walks out of the bar.
Jesper and Timo were tasked with keeping Nico busy and away from home today. It started with their game of golf, but quickly turned into an additional eighteen holes and trying to kill time at the clubhouse bar when their games went by far quicker than they anticipated.
Around lunchtime, Timo called you and told you Nico kept saying he was going to bow out early to come home and spend some time with you, but you begged them to find a way to keep him occupied. You ended up having to send him a message, telling him you were out with a friend for a quick lunch before a fake nail appointment that turned into a real one once he asked to see what design you had chosen this time. Which is why you were late getting ready, having to leave Jack to decorate the apartment during your impromptu salon trip.
Most of the time you love that Nico is so invested in your relationship. He always wants to spend time with you, going with you to hair and nail appointments, following you around like a puppy when you go shopping, and simply sticking around the house on days when he has nothing planned just to catch up on your latest reality show obsession he always gets hooked into.
Today, though, you wish he was a little more apt to spending time with his friends. The amount of âI miss youâ and âcanât wait to come home and binge love island!â texts you got today made you love him even more â if thatâs even possible â but also made your anxiety sky rocket each time, because you know if he wanted to, he would simply leave in the middle of his plans with Timo and Jesper, no amount of convincing able to keep him there.
âAlright, donât forget your shirts,â you start to remind him. You turn your body to look behind you, hearing a chorus of âLukey!â and âMoose!â ring out, signaling Luke was finally back with the food. âHey, I gotta go Jesp, Luke just got back with the food. Be safe!â you rush out before hanging up, making your way back into the small crowd.
You weave through bodies until you reach your kitchen, watching Luke attempt to sit down the large disposable trays.
âLuke, please donât drop those,â you run over to him, helping him slide the heavy food onto your kitchen island.
You unstack the pans, making sure each one is unharmed and an appropriate distance from the edge of the counter.
âCâmon, Y/N, have a little more faith in me than that. I can carry a few trays of food,â he tells you, dramatically flexing his arms at you. Â
You roll your eyes at the curly-headed giant. Checking the time on your phone, you figure you have enough time to try and set up the food a little bit before Nico gets here. Opening the various pans, you freeze.
âLukeâŠwhat is this?â you ask him, a cold feeling washing over you.
Luke furrows his brows at you, peeking over your shoulder from his spot behind you. âThe food you asked me to get? Is this a trick question?â
You dropped the flimsy lid, condensation from the hot dish flying everywhere.
When you were thinking about what food you wanted to have for the party, you knew it would be in the off-season, the Devils losing their playoff spot pretty early this season. So, you figured it would be a good time to order a few pans of his favorite dishes from his favorite Italian restaurant.
You ordered a pan of their lasagna, chicken parm, and a large pan of a steak and pasta dish specific to the restaurant. You had called them to confirm this morning, which is how you found out it was marked as pick up instead of delivery, causing Luke to have to drive forty-five minutes one way in order to grab the food.
What you were unaware of, however, is the fact that this restaurant, apparently, also caters an array of vegan options.
When you opened the three pans, you were met with a large pan of what looked like roasted cauliflower with tomato sauce, eggplant boats covered in pesto, and what looked like breaded and baked zucchini.Â
You had no issue with vegan food, some of it being some of the most delicious food youâve ever eaten, but this is not at all what you envisioned surprising Nico with.
âI ordered lasagna, chicken parm, and steak pasta. There is no chicken, parm, steak, or layered noodles in front of me right now,â you try to keep your tone even and calm, knowing itâs not Lukeâs fault.
âI swear, they handed me the box of food that had your name on it. I even checked the receipt and everything,â Luke defended himself.
You can feel the tears welling up, despite your attempt at taking big, deep breaths to avoid your emotions getting the best of you.
When the first tear falls over, the rest come crashing out before you could even stop them. You bring your face to your hands and start sobbing, upset that you couldnât have everything be perfect for such an important day for Nico.
âHey, donât cry,â Luke coos as he wraps you in a hug, your face still hidden by your hands. âYouâre going to ruin your make-up. You donât want to greet Nico while looking like a little raccoon, do you?â you let out a chuckle at Lukeâs words, his attempt at cheering you up working for a quick moment.
You bring your hands away from your face, sniffling and trying to carefully wipe your eyes. Luke keeps you trapped in a hug, giving you a few moments to collect yourself before stepping back, rubbing your arms instead.
âI just wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted Nico to walk in here and see all of his friends here, ready to celebrate him. I wanted to surprise him with his favorite meal and his favorite cake from his favorite bakery, since he doesnât ever get this stuff during the season. But instead he gets an orange cake and a vegan dinner,â you huff, gesturing to the food in front of you.
âWell, heâll definitely be surprised,â Luke attempts another joke, this one earning a sarcastic laugh instead of a genuine one. âListen, we can fix it, okay? Weâll call the place and get a refund then order a few pizzas, alright? Itâll be fine. Everyone likes pizza.â
He bends his knees so heâs eye level with you, trying to gauge your reaction to his suggestion.
You look over to the food on the counter, bringing a sliver of your bottom lip in-between your teeth, mulling the idea over in your head.
âYeah, we can do that. Everyone does like pizza, donât they?â you try to convince yourself pizza will be fine, you could just take Nico out to dinner for his Italian food later this week.
âThey sure do. And lucky for you, I have the best pizzeria in Hoboken on speed dial. Iâll make them do a rush order for their favorite customer,â Luke winks down at you, stepping away to pull out his phone and make the last-minute order.
You cover the food in front of you back up, picking up each tray and tossing them in the trash can at the end of your island, knowing that a group of hungry hockey players wouldnât want three trays worth of vegetables to eat for party food.
You stand in the middle of the kitchen, trying to compose yourself and wipe away any mascara residue when Jack comes running through the open doorway, frantic eyes landing on you.
âY/N, whatâs wrong? Why do you look like youâve been crying? Jesper just texted and said theyâre on the elevator on their way up,â he rushes out, walking towards you to make sure youâre alright.
âCatering mishap, Lukeâs ordering pizza now. Donât worry, Iâm fine. Go grab him, quick,â you suddenly perk up, nerves bubbling in your stomach.
As you follow Jack out of the kitchen and make your way to the front of the small crowd at the end of your entry way, all you can think about is hoping Nico likes what youâve done. You hope he doesnât think the decorations are too tacky, or that the shirts are weird. You hope heâs okay with eating greasy pizza and orange cake. You hope he likes the custom Halifax and Devils split jersey you plan to gift him later to represent where he started and where he is now. Overall, you just hope he understands how proud you are of him.
You see Jack and Luke walk up beside you out of the corner of your eye, matching with the rest of their teammates that are surrounding you. Luke leans down to whisper âPizzaâs ordered, itâll be here in twenty,â into your ear before standing back to his original height and facing forward, waiting on his captain to walk through the door.
Youâre suddenly hit with a thought about how thankful you are for the people surrounding you. For Jack and Luke who dealt with your demanding and crazy self today, talking you off of ledges and running around doing your bidding all day long. Youâre thankful for the teammates that showed up today, ready to celebrate the captain they love almost as much as you do. Youâre thankful for Timo and Jesper, making sure Nico stays in the dark about the surprise, doing everything in their power to keep him out of your hair until this moment.
Youâre so incredibly thankful that the universe has allowed you to not only love someone as kind, loving, and special as Nico, but that he loves you back just as much. You also gained an entire family through Nico, his teammates treating you like one of their own, showing you just as much love and care as they do him. Youâve found some of your best friends through him, Jack, Luke, Timo, and Jesper being four of the best people youâve ever had in your life.
The sound of the front door opening distracts you from your sentimental thoughts. You see Jesper enter first, his Nico shirt looking a little out of place paired with his golf pants. Nico follows him in, blindfolded. You have to stop a snort from making its way out, not knowing Timo and Jesper were going to resort to blindfolding him. Timo follows a step behind Nico, hands on his shoulders, guiding him and preventing him from bumping into anything.
Timo guides him to a few feet in front of you, stopping him before dropping his hands from his shoulders.
âAlright, Cap, you can take your blindfold off now,â Jesper tells him, him and Timo quickly stepping over to where you stand, joining the rest of their team.
Nico reaches up the untie the blindfold on his head. âI swear to god, if you guys did this just to mess with me and take me to another bar Iâm going to kill both of you. I told you I just wanted to go home to Y/N-â Nico stops mid-sentence when the cloth falls into his hands.
A loud, âSurprise!â rings out around the room, Nicoâs eyes darting to each person, then down to their shirts.
You stand there, smiling at his shocked face.
âWhat-â he starts, but stops, speechless at the scene in front of him.
You step forward the few feet to him, his gaze finally landing on you.
âHappy draft anniversary, baby,â you tell him, smiling up at him.
He looks down at you, eyebrows furrowing. You can tell he didnât remember what day it was until this moment, his eyes looking around the room again, understanding settling in on the choice of shirts.
âYou did all this? For me?â he asks, a smile taking over his face as he looks down on you.
âWell, duh,â you tell him. âYour seven-year draft anniversary is a big deal, you know?â
He beams down at you, the amount of love in his eyes enough to nearly knock you down.
âI love you, you know that?â he asks, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body close to his.
âI think youâve told me once or twice,â you tease.
He rolls his eyes at you, bringing his lips down to meet yours. The kiss is innocent and sweet, considering most of his team is stood behind you, but it was enough to cause a feeling of warmth to wash over you, all the way down to your toes.
When you pull back from the kiss you canât help but to keep smiling at him. âAlright, go greet your teammates now. Iâll find you later,â you tell him, patting him on the chest as you step back.
Nico gives you a wink before he walks over to his friends and teammates, making his way through hugs and handshakes.
You mostly sit back and observe for most of the night, splitting off from the festivities when the pizza was delivered, placing it in the kitchen and announcing everyone to just serve themselves.
You make your way around your apartment, conversing with Nicoâs various coworkers. You cross paths with Nico a few times, each time he tried to whisk you away to your shared bedroom, but you insisted he have a good time with his friends, thereâll be plenty of time for the two of you later. You stick around Jack and Luke some, but finding yourself in a corner talking to Nicole, Jesperâs girlfriend towards the end of the night.
âY/N, seriously, this is great. I wish I would have thought of something like this for Jesper. Nico hit the jackpot with you,â Nicole compliments.
Your cheeks redden. âHe deserves it. I mean, he left everything heâd ever known in Switzerland to come here and pursue this. And look how well he did for himself,â you turn to look over at him standing with Jonas and Erik, Jonas attempting his turn at pinning the devil horns on the large poster of Nico on the wall.
Youâve always been amazed at Nicoâs bravery and determination to pursue this dream, knowing how hard it was for you to move just a few states away from your family, much less halfway across the world. He proved every single person that told him he wouldnât make it wrong, not only getting drafted, but being the first overall pick. And now he earned his captaincy on top of that, proving heâs not only a phenomenal player, but an even better teammate and leader.
âI think he did very well for himself, and not just in reference to hockey, either,â she tells you, leaning over and placing a hand on your leg to emphasize her point.
You look down, not particularly knowing how to respond to her compliments.
âHey, Y/N, want us to stick around and help clean up,â you hear a voice ask you, turning around to see only Jack, Luke, Jesper and Timo remaining.
Nico walks over to you as Nicole stands and joins Jesper.
âNah, you guys head out. Weâll call you tomorrow if we need any help,â Nico answers for you, standing behind you and placing his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.
âThatâs code for âget out you goons, Iâm trying to be alone with my girl right now,ââ Jack says, earning a chuckle from the group.
You and Nico walk everyone to the door, saying your goodbyes before shutting the apartment door and turning around to observe the state of your apartment.
âDonât even think about trying to clean anything up tonight. Youâre not lifting a finger for the rest of the night,â Nico threatens, slipping his arms around your torso from behind, burying his face in your neck.
âCâmon, at least let me clean up the cups your lazy teammates didnât throw away,â you pat his hands, starting to walk him over to start picking up the red, plastic cups.
âAlright, but after that weâre going to the bedroom and arenât leaving until this time tomorrow,â Nico points a finger at you as he separates from your body.
The two of you gather all of the stray cups, bringing them into the kitchen to throw them away. You notice the empty pizza boxes, breaking a few of them down while asking Nico to put the leftovers in your fridge so they donât ruin.
âWhatâs in the box?â he asks, grabbing the white cake box and dragging it out of the fridge.
âOh no! I totally forgot about the cake!â you exclaim.
âYou bought me a cake?â Nico opens the box.
He looks up at you, amusement in his eyes. âSchatz, why did you get me an orange Devils cake?â
You groan, bringing your hands up to rake them down your face.
âIt was supposed to be red, but the bakery fucked it up and I didnât know until they delivered it,â you explained, walking over to stand next to him as he looks between the cake and you.
âThe catering was messed up too,â you continued. âI tried to order your favorite dishes from that Italian place you like, but they sent a bunch of vegan dishes instead, so Luke had to order pizza last minute.â
Nico lets out a laugh at your confession. âSo, you threw me a draft anniversary party with an orange cake and vegan food?â he teases, closing the lid to the cake box and turning his body to face you.
You give him a pout. âDonât make fun of me, I was trying to be nice to you.â
This earns another laugh, Nico placing his hands on either side of your pouting face.
âYou could have thrown me a party with water soup as the entrĂ©e and ice cubes as appetizers and I would still think itâs the best party Iâve ever been to, simply because you planned it,â he tells you, looking down into your eyes.
âYou meant it? You enjoyed yourself tonight?â you ask him earnestly, that small seed of worry making its way back into your brain.
Nico doesnât answer, he leans down to kiss you for the second time that night. This time, though, he wasnât as slow and sweet as he was when you had an audience.
His kiss isnât rushed, but with his tongue slipping its way into your mouth, it quickly turns into a partial make-out session in your kitchen.
He pulls back once the two of you need to come up for air, resting his forehead against yours.
âI had a blast tonight. The shirts were a nice touch, by the way,â he smirks at you.
You let out a giggle, thinking of how funny it was when he registered all of his teammates were wearing his face on their chest.
âThank you, seriously,â his tone turns serious. âI canât even begin to explain to you what this means to me. I just wish I couldâve had you by my side from the start.â
You look at him through his long lashes, not being able to think about anything except for how much you love him at this moment.
âWell, youâll have me until the end of it. Or until you get sick of me, whichever comes first,â you joke, causing Nico to pull his forehead back from yours.
He uses his hands that are still on your face to tilt your head up to look at him. âNot possible. If anyone gets sick of anyone around here itâs going to be you getting sick of me, because I never want to be anywhere but by your side.â
You just stare up at him, shaking your head in a no motion, the intensity of his stare taking any words from the tip of your tongue.
You both just stand there, staring at each other for what feels like hours, but was really just a few moments.
âEnough of us just standing in the kitchen, I think itâs time we take this little party to our bedroom so I can really show you how thankful I am,â he breaks the silence, his eyes going from love to lust before you could even blink.
He doesnât give you a chance to respond, just throwing you over his shoulder while you squeal, carrying you to your bedroom. As you pass all of the decorations on the hallway walls on your way to the bedroom, youâre already thinking of how you can make year eightâs anniversary even better, especially if Nico is as thankful next year as he proves to be this year, thanking you over and over and over again once you reach your bedroom.
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going on a drive with them -- multi .á.á
pairing(s) : bokuto kĆtarĆ, kuroo tetsurĆ, suna rintarĆ, sakusa kiyoomi, and kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader (separate!!)
wc : ~200 each .á
notes//cw : happy 300 posts !! this is me brain dumping bc i haven't posted any writing lately,, food is mentioned in suna's and kuroo's,, they are the ones driving in this hc- let me know if u want a ver. w the reader driving!,, i think that's it tho!! lmk if i missed anything <3
đ„  oh gosh... a car ride with kĆtarĆ bokuto is never dull.
đ„Â Â he loves randomly taking you out for drives!!
đ„Â Â he's gonna keep a hand on you AT ALL TIMES!! like he'll either have it on your leg or you'll both be resting your arms on the compartment between the seats, holding hands.
đ„Â Â he will BEG you to take the aux cause he loves your music taste <3
đ„Â Â if he knows the song well enough he will sing along as you two drive!!
đ„Â Â not simply singing along though...
đ„Â Â he will lock in and shout out those lyrics, eventually getting you to sing along with him
đ„Â Â he probably took you out for the drive a bit before the sunset... yes he planned that!! but akaashi suggested the time LMAO
đ„Â Â when the sun starts to set, you guys drive into an empty area by the side of the road, and you guys get out of the car
đ„Â Â and he'll get you both up on the roof of the car!! he brought blankets and stuff too
đ„Â Â the two of you just sit on the roof of the car and watch the sunset together, all huddled up in the blankets he brought <33
đ„Â Â on the drive back home, you play softer music and yap about your days together :)
đ„  it's not a drive with tetsurĆ kuroo unless it's a late night!!
đ„Â Â he would be trying to fall asleep but fail miserably, resorting to just waking you up đ
đ„Â Â "wanna go drive thru somewhere?"
đ„Â Â you, in a half-awake state mutter an agreement, getting out of bed and into the car
đ„Â Â he'll hold your hand as you guys drive and you take the aux out of habit
đ„Â Â it's safe to say you guys end up having a full on karaoke session in the car once you wake up a bit more!!
đ„Â Â you guys drive through some random 24hr drive thru and pull into the (extremely empty, desolate even) parking lot to eat your food
đ„Â Â the two of you end up chilling in the car for the rest of the night!! you use your phone and pull up a show the two of you have been watching and you prop it up on the dash of the car LMAOO
đ„Â Â so the night turns into a binge watching of some tv series accompanied by a drive thru and some karaoke!!
đ„Â Â "oh my god we have morning classes tomorrow."
đ„Â Â yeah maybe it wasn't the best idea BUT AT LEAST IT WAS A LOT OF FUN!!
đ„Â Â you both end up speeding home and knocking out asap in an attempt to get some rest before pounding your head with information right when you wake up
đ„  yeah... rintarĆ suna only takes you on late night drives too.
đ„Â Â he would randomly start spam texting you in the middle of the night saying "let's go to (some 24 hour drive thru)"
đ„Â Â and you were still awake so why not?
đ„Â Â he has a DEATHGRIP on having the aux... in the car, don't expect to get the aux unless he's converted you into a severe underground music glazer.
đ„Â Â he'll be playing the most unknown songs to mankind... but they're honestly pretty good!!
đ„Â it's a pretty chill car ride, honestly
đ„Â Â you'll be leaning over on his shoulder and just vibing out w the music
đ„Â Â he'd be telling you about the song and the artist too :))
đ„Â Â when you're done with that car ride you will have like... 5 new music artists that you like
đ„Â Â anyway you guys go through the drive thru pretty quick and you head straight home!!
đ„Â Â once ygs get home you go to his room and continue listening to his playlist and chat while you eat your food <3
đ„Â Â it ends up becoming a gossip session LMAO
đ„Â Â ALSO!! you guys pull an all nighter together
đ„  kiyoomi sakusa took you out for a drive because you weren't able to sleep <3
đ„Â Â he thought that going for a drive would help to calm your nerves and make you sleepy
đ„Â Â honestly he was right because he's a really good driver... the ride wasn't bumpy at all!!
đ„Â Â he holds onto your hand as you guys drive and he lets you use the aux- you opt for calmer music so that he enjoys it too :)
đ„Â Â he also tells you about his day since he knows you like the sound of his voice
đ„Â Â just random yapping so that you get to listen to him talk... his voice is so soothing!!!
đ„Â Â did i mention when he's holding onto your hand he's running his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand
đ„Â Â he doesn't notice at first when you fall asleep but when he does? he shuts up and and finds himself smiling at how cute you look when you're asleep
đ„Â Â he drives back home and carries you into the house, putting you into bed before crawling in after you
đ„Â Â it was a super duper peaceful night <33
đ„  kiyoko shimizu had a plan before taking you out for a drive!!
đ„Â Â she didn't tell you anything and was purposely vague about where you would both be going <3
đ„Â Â LITTLE DID YOU KNOW!!! THE AURORA BOREALIS WAS GOING TO BE VISIBLE THAT NIGHT!!!
đ„Â Â she took you out for the drive when the sun was setting, and you guys were aimlessly driving around for about an hour while listening to music on the radio <3
đ„Â Â you guys got to chat a lot during the drive, and for the entirety of that time, she had one of your hands pulled onto her lap as she drove!! <3
đ„Â Â when the lights were finally showing up in the sky you guys were in a very rural area, just so that you could see it better
đ„Â Â the two of you sat on the hood of the car and watch the lights until they went away <3
đ„Â Â and!!! you guys were cuddled up and sharing a blanket that she always keeps in the back seat of her car for you :)
đ„Â Â you took a bunch of pictures of the lights- mostly her, but also a couple of the lights-
đ„Â Â while you guys were watching the lights, you ended up talking about your plans for the future and how she was a part of them <3
đ„Â Â it was a very soft night for you guys!!
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okay i kept giggling while i wrote thisÂ
i love hcs because you dont have to expand on them its just what it is
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könig stares at the bathroom door, wry blonde eyebrows furrowed as he hesitates, raising his knuckle close to the door. for a moment, he just stands and listensâ hearing you hum quietly, the gentle splash of water blending in with the hearty laugh track coming from a cheesy sitcom playing in the background. the sound of your relaxed sighs and giggles make königâs lips twitch ever so slightly, seemingly standing before the door for what feels like forever, just wanting to bottle up the moment and savour it all while he can, when heâs not away with blood on his hands.
a rasp to the door almost brings you out of it, blinking out of your relaxed state as you hesitantly reach over to pause the show playing on your laptop. âyeah?â you call out, cocking your head slightly to the side to listen for your fiancĂ©âs voice.
âyou doing okay in there, love?â he asks softly, the timber in his thick austrian accent sending a chill down your spine. his genuine and sincere concern warms your heart.
âyeah, why?â
âjust⊠youâveâŠâ he begins to mumble, and you can basically hear himself smush his face against the door.
âhuh? i canât hear youââ
and he continues to mumble even more, which makes you roll your eyes with adoration.
âkö, just come in, honeyâ i donât wanna talk through a door.â
the bathroom door slowly creaks open, königâs scarred hands snaking their way around the other side as he looks away, blushing like a teenage boy as he shuffles his way inside the doorframe.
âi justâŠ. youâve been in there for a while, no? you are going to be ⊠just ⊠all wrinkly and full of water.â he furrows his eyebrows when you giggle, still bashful and yet so concerned for you. itâs so sweet how much he cares, even if it makes no sense.
you clear your throat, and when that doesnât rouse his attention, you resort to snapping your fingers and whistlingâ something he genuinely dislikes. he grunts, still furrowing his eyebrows. his stony cold eyes glance right at you, although the twitch on his lips betrays the serious expression he aims to convey. it makes you grin ear to ear.
âitâs called a soak for a reason, you know that? besides, donât you want me to be clean?â you tease, wiggling your eyebrows playfully as you lean against the bath tub, arms propped up. a few trails of warm water trickle onto the floor below, which makes könig twitch. heâs a massive neat freak.
âmmh..â he pauses, thinking as he considers your words carefully. without hesitation, he guffaws at the idea of you not bathing. âwell⊠perhaps this soak is not so bad when you put it this way,..â könig mutters gently, strong arms crossed over his broad chest muscles as he leans back against the doorway.
for a moment, you can swear his eyes flicker down to your flushed skin, which makes you feel bashful and shy. you playfully splash water over at him, which makes him scowl playfully over the mess. âwatch it, you.â he chuckles, glancing down at the mess before using the bath mat to clean up.
âwell⊠alright. do you.. need anything? like a towelââ he mutters to himself, eyeing up the three fluffy towels neatly propped up on the radiator. you think, before sighing as you recline back in the warm water, eyes closed.
âcould you bring me some melon? and maybe a cup of herbal teaâŠâ
âfood? in the bath? alright, itâs time for you to get out.â
and without warning, könig delves his arms into the soapy water, grinning as you gasp and wriggle away from his hands, squealing happily as he teases you <3
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