#or they are really trying to gently ease the audience into their coming out

[curiousser]

WHAT

IS

HAPPENING

uh... guys?

[bitchiswild]

Pervert

G!P Karina x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.7 k

Warning: unprotected sex, slight choking,possessiveness, reader being a major pervert

A/n: hai 😝imma disappear after this again… sorry! i do miss yall tho!!!😩 smut is whatever tho not my best!! Fyi!!!

Requested

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“Y/N!” Karina burst into the backstage area, panting heavily. She was supposed to be on stage in minutes, but a button on her shirt had popped off, leaving her in desperate need of a quick fix. And that meant she needed you—her stylist and dresser—to save the day.

Being Karina’s stylist had its ups and downs. On the plus side, she was incredibly kind, treated you with respect, and trusted your judgment completely when it came to her outfits. She made you feel like an essential part of her team, always listening to your suggestions and appreciating your work.

But there was also a downside—though you couldn’t exactly call it a ‘con.’ You had a hard time keeping your eyes off her, especially when dressing her. Your job gave you the perfect excuse to admire her body up close, particularly her chest, and you often found yourself getting lost in those moments. It didn’t help that Karina seemed to enjoy teasing you, flirting just enough to make your heart race.

It wasn’t really your fault, you reasoned. How could anyone blame you when Karina was standing right in front of you, practically glowing? And seriously—have you seen Karina?

You quickly grabbed your bag of sewing supplies and rushed over to Karina, ready to fix the button. As you got closer, she watched you with an expectant gaze, her eyes slightly hooded in a way that made you gulp. Despite the nerves bubbling up inside, you reminded yourself that you had a job to do.

Standing in front of her, you found yourself face-to-face with her chest, her curves mere inches from your own. It was like a dream come true, being this close to her, but you forced yourself to focus on the task at hand. You began to sew the button back onto her shirt, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from her body and the way your hands trembled slightly.

As you worked, Karina lifted a hand and gently caressed your head. “That’s it, Y/N, you’re so good at this,” she murmured, her voice soft and almost sultry.

Your hands started to shake even more. Why did that sound so hot? Your heart raced at her innocent praise, though you knew you were only doing your job. But then again, Karina had a way of making everything she said feel like a tease, and her casual praise had always made your heart flutter.

Once you finished sewing the button back in place, you couldn't resist the temptation. You purposely let your hand graze against her boobs as you pulled away, feigning innocence. “All right! You’re all fixed up! You gotta head back on stage, Jimin,” you said, flashing her a wide-eyed, innocent look as if nothing had happened.

Karina stared at you for a moment, clearly not fooled. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. “Thank you, Y/nnie,” she replied, her voice dripping with playful intent. Before you could respond, she winked at you and rushed off to the stage.

That wink nearly made your legs give out. You knew she was fully aware of the effect she had on you—how could she not be? And yet, there was something thrilling about the whole thing. The way she teased you, the way she knew exactly how to push your buttons, and the way you secretly loved every second of it.

Why did you enjoy it so much? Maybe it was because, in those fleeting moments, it felt like you were sharing a secret game that only the two of you understood.

You watched from backstage as Karina and the girls performed, completely mesmerized by their talent. As always, they were incredible—their vocals flawless, their dances sharp and synchronized. They were aces at what they did, captivating the entire audience with ease.

The show was nearly over, which meant it was time for you to prepare Karina’s going-home outfit. But with Aeri’s stylist absent today, you were also covering for her, adding a bit more pressure to your workload.

As the girls wrapped up their final number, they still had to greet the VIP fans who’d stayed for the after-show. But before they could do that, Aeri came rushing over to you, her face showing a mix of urgency and concern. “Y/N, the strap on my top just broke!” she exclaimed, holding up the loose fabric.

You heard her, but for a split second, your attention was completely elsewhere—specifically, on her chest. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way the broken strap left her top barely clinging to her body. It was only a moment, but you snapped out of it quickly, hoping Aeri hadn’t noticed your wandering eyes.

But someone else had noticed—Karina. From across the room, her gaze was locked on you, and the sight of you staring at Aeri’s chest sparked something inside her. Jealousy. It was subtle, but unmistakable. She knew exactly what was going through your mind, and it lit a fire in her that she couldn’t ignore.

You quickly focused on fixing Aeri’s top, your hands working with practiced efficiency. Once the strap was secured, she flashed you a grateful smile and rushed off to greet her fans. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad to have handled the situation without further incident.

But your relief was short-lived. As Aeri mingled with her fans, Karina, having just finished thanking her own, made a beeline straight for you. Her steps were purposeful, and you could tell by the way she moved that she had something on her mind.

“Y/N,” Karina said firmly, her tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Your heart dropped at the sound of her voice. Was she angry? Had you been too obvious? You hadn’t meant to stare, but it was right there in front of you—it had been impossible to resist. You swallowed nervously. “Y-Yeah?” you replied timidly, unsure of what was coming next.

“I saw you,” Karina stated, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“Huh?” you responded, trying to play dumb, but your voice wavered.

“I saw you staring at Aeri’s tits,” Karina continued, her eyebrows arched and her arms crossed over her chest.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I-I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” you pleaded, panic setting in. The last thing you wanted was to upset Karina.

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, she reached out and gripped your jaw, pulling you closer to her. Her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “The only tits you’re allowed to look at are mine,” Karina said firmly, her voice low and commanding.

Your jaw dropped at her words, shock rendering you speechless. Your face turned an even deeper shade of red as you processed what she’d just said. “I-I…” you stammered, completely at a loss for words. Your heart pounded in your chest, so loud you could almost hear it in your ears.

Karina’s grip on your jaw softened, but her gaze remained locked on you, waiting for a response. You could barely think, let alone speak, your mind racing with a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and something else—something that made your pulse quicken in a way you hadn’t expected.

Karina’s hands slid down from your jaw, gripping your waist as she pulled you closer to her. Her lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I see the way you look at me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “I see the way you look at my body. You want me, don’t you, Y/N?”

You gulped, unable to trust your voice to respond. The intensity of the moment left you speechless, your mind racing with a mixture of desire and disbelief.

Karina’s breath was warm against your ear as she continued, “Because I want you so bad.” Her words sent a jolt through your body, and before you could fully process what was happening, she grabbed your hands, guiding them to her chest. She pressed your hands against her breasts, forcing you to grip them.

A soft sigh escaped Karina’s lips, and the sound made your knees weak. You let out a quiet whimper, the sensation of her body against yours overwhelming your senses. The boundary between what was real and what you’d only dreamed about was quickly dissolving, and all you could do was hold on, completely captivated by her.

Karina's hands began to move over yours, her touch sending electric currents through your body. You sighed at the sensation, your heart racing, and the pulse between your legs intensified with every moment. You wanted Karina so badly it hurt.

Her other hand slid down, guiding your hand to her crotch. “You feel that, Y/N? You do this to me. You make me so hard,” Karina groaned into your ear, her voice thick with desire. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, and your eyes locked onto hers, hooded and dilated with lust. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to close the distance between you.

Just as you began to lean in, there was a sudden knock at the door, startling you both. You jumped apart, the heat of the moment dissipating as reality crashed back in. Karina quickly turned away to change while you tried to collect yourself, your mind still reeling from what had just happened.

You opened the door to find Aeri standing there again. Before you could stop yourself, your eyes flickered down to her chest before quickly snapping back up. “Uh, sorry, just checking if your strap is holding up,” you said nervously, trying to cover your slip with a nervous chuckle.

Aeri chuckled in return. “Y/N, you’re a pro at sewing—it’s going to hold up just fine,” she reassured you before casually pulling off her shirt in front of you, leaving you momentarily speechless as your jaw dropped slightly.

“Where’s my going-home outfit?” Aeri asked, looking around the room as if she hadn’t just rendered you completely speechless. Your eyes remained glued to her chest, unable to tear yourself away.

Karina, now fully dressed, caught you staring and the jealousy in her eyes was unmistakable. “Y/N!” she snapped, her voice cutting through your daze and jolting you back to reality. You scrambled to find Aeri’s clothes, your hands fumbling as you handed them over to her.

“Here you go, Aeri,” you said sheepishly, feeling more than a little embarrassed. Aeri flashed you a cheesy smile before heading off to change, leaving you alone with Karina.

“What did I just tell you?” Karina’s voice was sharp, dripping with jealousy.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” you whimpered, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you.

“You’re such a fucking perv, Y/N,” Karina spat, her words like a punch to the gut. Your heart dropped, and you felt tears springing to your eyes. “Karina, I’m sorry! Please don’t tell anyone—I promise I’ll stop!” you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation.

Karina’s expression softened for a moment, but there was a glint in her eyes that told you she was enjoying this—enjoying the power she held over you. Seeing you cry, seeing you so vulnerable, seemed to give her a twisted sense of satisfaction.

“I’m going to put you in your place, Y/N. The only person you’re allowed to stare at is me,” Karina said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument.

“But—” you began to protest, your voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty.

“No buts,” Karina cut you off, her tone brooking no disagreement. “I better see you in my hotel room later, Y/N. Or so help me, I’ll make sure everyone knows about your little habit.” Her threat hung heavily in the air, a sharp reminder of the power she held over you.

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. “O-Okay,” you stammered, unable to look her in the eye.

Karina’s eyes held a steely resolve as she turned away, leaving you to grapple with the weight of her words.

You arrived at the hotel with a mix of anxiety and anticipation, your mind racing as you navigated through the lobby. Karina’s threat still echoed in your ears, and you couldn't shake the nervous energy that had settled in your stomach.

When you reached her door, you took a deep breath and knocked. The sound echoed through the hallway, amplifying your nerves. Moments later, Karina opened the door, her expression a mix of curiosity and determination.

“Come in,” she said, her tone firm but with a hint of anticipation.

You stepped inside, your heart racing. The room was tastefully decorated, and Karina was already in casual clothes, having changed out of her stage outfit. She gestured for you to sit on the couch while she moved to the other side of the room, giving you a moment to gather your thoughts.

“Did you think about what I said?” Karina asked, her voice carrying an undercurrent of authority.

You nodded, feeling your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. “Yes, I did.”

Karina’s gaze was intense as she walked towards you, her movements deliberate. “Good. Because tonight, I want to make sure you understand just who you’re allowed to look at,” she said, her voice low and steady.

She sat down next to you on the couch, close enough that you could feel the warmth of her body. “I’m going to show you exactly what I mean,” she continued, her eyes locked on yours. “And I want you to remember this moment, Y/N. Remember who has control here.”

As she spoke, Karina’s hand reached out to gently touch your arm, her touch sending a shiver through you. She leaned in slightly, her lips almost brushing against your ear as she whispered, “You’re mine tonight. Don’t forget it.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of her words sinking in. “I won’t forget,” you promised, your voice barely above a whisper.

Karina smiled, a mixture of satisfaction and desire in her eyes. “Good,” she said, her hand moving from your arm to gently cup your cheek. “Now, let’s make sure you remember who you belong to.”

Without breaking eye contact, Karina guided you gently but firmly onto the bed. The sudden shift from the couch to the soft surface of the bed intensified the electricity in the room. You looked up at her, your heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Karina followed you, her movements confident and assured. She positioned herself above you, her body pressing down against yours as she straddled your hips. Her eyes were dark with desire, and she leaned in close, her breath warm against your skin.

“Do you understand now?” Karina whispered, her lips almost brushing yours. Her hands explored your sides, her touch both tender and possessive. She paused, her gaze intense and searching.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, overwhelmed by the proximity of her body and the heat of the moment. The weight of her presence was exhilarating, and you could feel every touch, every movement acutely.

Karina’s hands roamed gently over your body, her fingers tracing along your curves with a mix of tenderness and assertiveness.

Karina’s hands gently gripped the bottom of your shirt, lifting it slowly as her eyes locked with yours. The intensity in her gaze made your breath catch, and you let out a shaky sigh. Her movements were deliberate, filled with an almost tangible anticipation.

Once your shirt was off, Karina’s hands continued their journey, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants. She pulled them down slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, and you felt a rush of vulnerability and excitement.

Karina stood back up, her hands moving to your bra strap. She looked at you with a question in her eyes, seeking permission, which you gave with a slight nod. As she removed your bra, a low groan escaped her lips at the sight. The sound was both appreciative and possessive.

Karina’s hands roamed gently over your body, her touch exploratory and tender. As she leaned down, she placed a soft, lingering kiss on your chest. The warmth of her lips and the sensation of her touch created a mix of anticipation and comfort.

Her kisses deepened as she began to suck on your tits, each movement both electrifying and soothing. Her gentle touch with the intensity of her sucking left you breathless, your arms instinctively wrapped around her, pulling her closer, and you arched your back into her touch,

Karina’s right hand slid down to your lower body, her touch teasing and gentle as she made contact with your clit. Your breath catching in a gasp of pleasure. “Fuck Karina,” you whimpered, your voice filled with a mix of need and desperation.

“What is it, baby?” Karina’s voice was a low murmur against your chest, full of urgency.

“I need you,” you gasped out, your fingers gripping her hair as she continued to kiss and caress you with a desperate intensity. Her touch was relentless, making every sensation more acute. In one quick motion, Karina pulled off your panties, leaving you exposed. She swiftly followed, and you couldn’t help but let your gaze roam over her body.

“That’s it, baby. Look at me. I want you to focus on me and no one else,” she said firmly, her tone commanding.

Your eyes dropped to her body, and the sight of hergrowing cock made your breath hitch. The thought of feeling her inside you, was nearly overwhelming.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Karina said as her fingers explored you. Her touch made you shiver, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Karina started moving her member against you. Each stroke slid smoothly against your dripping wetness. You could feel the slickness drip down you as her member glided against your soaked crotch, each movement adding to the pleasure driving you both wild.

The tip of her member brushed against your opening. “You’re mine, Y/N,” Karina whispered with a possessive edge. With that, she slid into you, filling you up with a deep, satisfying pressure. The sensation of her moving inside you was intense, and you could feel every shift and thrust.

You gasped at the overwhelming sensation, a mix of pleasure and surprise escaping your lips. “Oh my god,” you moaned, gripping Karina’s back tightly.

Karina responded by kissing your neck, her lips leaving possessive marks as a reminder of your connection. The room echoed with the sounds of your movements, each thrust from Karina purposeful and deep. Her grip on your hips was firm, guiding you to match her rhythm. “You’re mine, Y/N,” Karina groaned, her hands moving to your neck, adding to the intensity.

Her thrusts grew harder and more deliberate, each motion pushing deeper inside you. The sensation was intense, with every thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel the pressure building with each movement. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, your body on edge.

Karina’s hands left your neck and moved down to your clit, rubbing it quickly and skillfully. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Squeeze me with your tight cunt,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. “God, Karina,” you cried out, letting the wave of your orgasm wash over you.

Your body tightened around her, your slit gripping her member so tightly that the pressure and sensation made it difficult for her to move, but the pleasure was undeniable. Karina’s breathing grew heavier as she neared her own climax. “God baby you’re so tight” She groaned out.

With a final, deep thrust, Karina’s orgasm hit, and she filled you completely, the sensation of her release made you shiver against her.

As the intensity of the moment faded, Karina’s breathing gradually slowed. She gently pulled away, her movements tender and careful. Her eyes, filled with a mix of satisfaction and affection, met yours.

Karina brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her touch soft and soothing. “You did so well,” she murmured, her voice warm and reassuring. She helped you adjust your position, ensuring you were comfortable and relaxed.

Gently, she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close in a comforting embrace. Her fingers traced soothing patterns on your skin, and she pressed a series of soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice full of concern as she checked in with you. Her eyes searched yours, wanting to make sure you felt good both physically and emotionally.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her care and the afterglow of your shared experience. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you replied, your voice filled with gratitude.

Karina smiled and continued to hold you, her presence a calming reassurance. She fetched a warm cloth and gently cleaned you up, her touch gentle and attentive. As she worked, she stayed close, her touch and gaze conveying her affection and commitment to making sure you were well.

The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of your breathing and Karina’s comforting presence.

Karina chuckled softly as she looked at you with a playful glint in her eye. “You’re gonna hate what I did to your neck,” she said, her tone light but mischievous.

You stared at her, puzzled, before slowly getting up to head to the bathroom. Your heart raced as you approached the mirror, curiosity mixed with a touch of apprehension.

When you finally looked in the mirror, you saw the marks Karina had left on your neck. The dark, hickeys were a clear reminder of the intensity of your time together. “Karina!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

Karina’s laughter was soft but warm, her eyes twinkling as she joined you in the bathroom. “I just wanted to make sure you remember who you belong to,” she said with a grin, her tone affectionate despite the teasing.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, despite the shock. “Well, mission accomplished,” you said, shaking your head. “I guess I’ll be wearing high collars for a while.”

Karina reached out and gently touched your arm, her expression softening. “I’m sorry if I went a bit overboard,” she said, her voice sincere. “I just got carried away.”

You smiled at her, feeling a deep sense of affection and connection. “It’s okay,” you replied. “I like it”

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[girlboypersonthingy]

I NEEED possessive Blitzø after striker was flirting with reader in season 1 episode 5

maybe leading to yknow

can I be 💿 anon?

I’m literally screaming over this request, holy shit! Yes yes yes, been craving some Blitzø writing. I’ve finally made it 😮‍💨 of course you can be 💿 anon. You’re actually the first anon to claim an emoji! So yeah…thanks for requesting, nonnie. Enjoy! 🖤

Notes: gn!reader, established relationship

TW: not really smut but very suggestive, still gender neutral reader, making out, heavy touching, a little dirty talk, teasing, Blitzø using his tail 🤤 possessive Blitzø 18+ only please

Blitzø x reader - Jealousy 🥀

Watching from your spot in the bleachers, sat beside Moxxie and Millie, you let your pride and admiration for Blitzø burst out of you in the form of screaming, cheering and clapping. Of course Blitzø just had to participate in the pain games. You watched as he showed off his skills, stamina and strength all day during the pain games and, to put it simply, you were in awe of him. He and that shady farm hand, Striker, were neck and neck all day. Sure, you’ve seen him at work before, you’ve watched him take the lives of so many living people, you’ve watched him take on unexpected enemies with ease…but this was just a game. Some harvest festival bullshit, that’s what he called it. If that’s all it is, why is he trying so hard to beat some dumb farm hand? Regardless of his reasoning, you supported him through and through, cheering him on from the audience as Stolas announces him and Striker to be tied for first place. “FUCK YEAH, BLITZ!!! WHOOOO!!!”

Hearing his name bellow from your chest in a high pitched yell caught his attention, head turning towards the sound as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the crowd. A smile tugs at his lips as he lifts one of his big hands to give you a wave. Simultaneously, Striker shoots you a devious glare, smirking as he winks at you and waves his hand back at you. The sight of him looking at you with those eyes just…made you shiver. What a creep. Did he really think you were waving at him? As if! But now you notice Blitzø frowning, teeth bared and hands now balled up into tight fists of rage. He was fuming, looking as if he was actively growling and you could see him shaking slightly.

Finally, Blitzø stomps his way off the stage and is on his way to you. This prompts you to jump up and go to him. Carefully shuffling through the crowd, you find Blitzø still looking more pissy than usual. “Hey, you kicked ass, babe! You totally deserved first place. Fuck that other guy.” Your immediate shit talking brings a smirk to Blitzø’s face for just a second before it turns back to a bitter frown. “Blitz… You did your best and I think your best is waaaaay better than that stupid, tacky cowboy and-“

Without letting you get another word in, without even worrying about the fact that you’re in a crowd of wrathians right now, Blitzø grips your wrist and yanks you into him. His lips come smashing into yours, almost painfully at first, but it soon becomes a sloppy, soft, open mouth kiss. And then his other hand falls on your hip for a moment before sliding down to gently fondle your ass. As your lips move messily against his, a surprised ‘hmph!’ comes from your throat when you feel his hand give your butt a squeeze. Quickly pulling back and sucking in a breath, “Blitzø! What’s gotten into you?” You ask with a shy smile, watching as he stumbles further towards you, practically drunk off your lips. “I’m better than him?” He repeats what you had said just a minute ago, his eyes now hungry and darting all over your face and body. “Psh! Of course you are.” Responding with another quick kiss to his lips, you watch as his smile gradually widens, his eyes never leaving your now blushy face.

Then it dawns on you- oh my god he’s jealous. You think back to when you had first met Striker and Millie’s parents, the way Striker was looking you up and down, when he kissed the back of your hand and called you ‘gorgeous’. Yuck. Makes you cringe just thinking about him touching you. What was it he said to you? Something like... ‘You probably have a man, considering how good lookin’ you are…but you should forget about him and come visit me in my room tonight, little one. I’ll show you what a real man is like.’ That’s probably what has Blitzø so annoyed and needy for you…and so pissed that he was tied for first place with that asshole.

Suddenly, Blitzø is dragging you along behind him as you both push through the crowd and make your way back to Millie’s parents’ house. “You okay?” You question softly from behind him. “I will be.” He responds immediately, you can hear the smirk he’s wearing from his tone of voice. In a flash, he’s got you into the guest room he was staying in, flattened out against the bed with him on top of you, his lips unforgiving and desperate against your own.

“Oh~ Jeez, Blitz…Im only yours. You know that right?.” Your lips part finally but he moves back in fast, his lips meeting your neck and slowly kissing down your chest. “Mhm. Tell me more.” He commands between kisses then lets his long, forked tongue drag along your exposed collar bone. “Ah~! I’m all yours. You’re the only one I w-want…fuck.” You lose all focus as Blitzø’s tail slithers up and around your thigh, the pointed end of it gently swiping up and down your crotch. “Blitzzzzz…” Your own moan surprises you a bit but when you look down at Blitzø still enjoying the taste of your collar bone, he’s obviously enjoying this waayyyy too much.

“C’mon…tell me more.” He carefully but firmly grips your face in his hand, his face just inches from yours now and he looks deadly serious, his big eyes searching your face. He’s making you look at him, despite how red your face is and how badly you want to find another spot to rest your gaze. “Who do you belong to?” It comes out of him in a low growl, his mouth back against your skin. “You. You, baby. I’m all yours, Blitz.” You take a moment to enjoy the feeling of his teeth scraping against your neck. “Listen…If this is about when Striker hit on me earlier, you know I-“

“Don’t… don’t say his name. Ever again.” His tone is almost frightening but the expression of pride and satisfaction on his face makes you bite down hard on your lip, your legs quivering as his tail continues to tickle up against your inner thigh. “S-s-sorry…” is all you can mumble out before impulsively reaching up to grab his face and bring it close to yours, continuing the make out session. “Keep saying my name.” He groans into the kiss as your hands begin to travel his body, feeling up his chest and down his sides.

“F-fuuck~ Blitz. Oh! Hmmmm~ Blitz, I love you…I’m all yours, B-Blitzzzzz~.” And now he just can’t control himself, physically or verbally. He completely unravels right before your eyes, huffing as his hands grip your hips, tugging at the waist band of your pants. “Fuuuuuck~ you’re so hot. Yeah, baby. You’re aaaaalllll mine. Only I get to have you like this, only I get to kiss that pretty mouth of yours.” The dirty talk is starting to get to both of you, pulling whines and whimpers from you as Blitzø starts to literally rip your clothes- not fully rip them off of you but his grip on the belt loops of your jeans right now is almost scary. The tighter he grips, the more you hear the seams of the clothing popping.

Just when you thought he would finally yank your pants off and fuck the shit out of you, Blitzø pulls back, checks his phone, then uses the waist band of your pants to pull you up to your feet. He pushes you towards the door, placing a hard smack to your ass before again nudging you forward. “W-what? Where are we-“ You ask, confused and weak at the knees. He holds up his phone, showing a text from Moxxie about Striker and his plan to kill Stolas. “We got a tacky cowboy to get rid of.” You sigh and trudge forward, disappointed and extremely horny now.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.” Blitzø grabs ahold of your hand and gives you a flirty look as he continues walking. He gestures back at the bed behind you two. “I’ll be sure to pound you into that mattress so hard you won’t even remember that piece of shit’s name.”

[starlightsuffered]

could i request a Timothée x m!reader smut with the reader being a bratty sub , so timothee decides to discipline the reader by edging and overstimulating them ? the rest is up to you :))

A/N - I’m sorry, I feel like this is really bad bc I tried to do it without the friend I usually get ideas from, stupid me lol. Anyway, I hope you still like it 🙏🏻 and thank you for the request.

King’s Brat

Info - king hal and male reader, dancer reader, reader who is short and a bit hairy, queer reader, MLM, dub con, cnc, overstim, edging, degrading, Dom Hal, hand job, public sex, impact play, femboy reader, brat reader, cocky Hal, anal sex

My body was on display. I had made sure to wear the most whorish outfit I could. I’d had my eye on the King of England. With my short stature and this curly hair, I could almost pass as one of the female dancers.

The festivities around us roared and played. I was making my way closer to the King. He was gorgeously brooding on his throne. His face was impassive as he looked out and surveyed his kingdom.

I was finally was in his line of sight. My slender body was clad in an emerald green dancers skirt and nothing else. He could clearly see my exposed abdomen and chest hair.

His eyes lit up. I was happy I had caught his attention. His mouth curled up in a smile. I’d heard he liked those who showed off for him. He wasn’t too pompous to be seduced.

I turned my ass to him and shook it temptingly. I instantly felt hands on me. The king had launched up and was all over me.

“Your highness,” I purred.

“You’ve been making bedroom eyes at me for this entire party,” Hal admonished me.

“Does that bother you, Master?” I asked.

“Hmmmm, it’s just that I’m not a bedroom person. Brats get their punishments with an audience,” Hal chuckled.

“I just want to dance,” I said, pressing my ass back against his crotch.

“No, you want to be difficult. However, I am the a king, and I get what I want,” he snapped in my ear.

“Your majesty-“

“Come on lover boy,” Henry said. He pulled me along. He was back on the throne, and I was now in his lap.

“Little brat, pretending you don’t want this.”

“What would you have me do?” I asked in a teasing manner.

“Behave,” Hal said slowly. His hand crept up my bare chest. He was caressing my neck now.

“I’m behaving,” I lied as I wiggled myself against his crotch.

“You little-“ he growled. “You need to be taught a lesson. Instead of being a tease, come and lay yourself before me and beg.”

“I don’t beg,” I retorted.

“You will,” Hal replied easily. His hand dipped under my skirt. He rubbed circles on my inner thighs. I was already squirming a bit. I tried not to show how this all affected me.

“You’re telling me you don’t want thick, hairy, king dick in your hole you little harlot?” The king asked.

Now his hand cupped my cock. The way he touched me so gently juxtaposed with his cruel words was heavenly. He squeezed one of my cheeks. The pad of his thumb stroked my tip. My slit was leaking. Precum ran down my shaft as he tortured the tip.

I was trying to stay still and confident on his lap. I had my legs spread. He lifted me slightly. I had to stand there awkwardly with cock hard and dripping. He yanked down his slacks for a moment. He pulled me down again and I felt his thick head pushing into my hole.

“T-too big,” I whined.

“Brats don’t get to decide what is too much,” Hal reminded me. I gulped as his hand began to stoke me again. His fist was tight. He was easing me down on his fat cock as he jerked me.

“Oh, f-uuuuuuck!” I stuttered as I bottomed out on his dick. I was riding up with a thrust, then down on his cock.

“You’re such a naughty little slut,” Hal crooned and he slapped my cock. I moaned. He was grunting in a manly and addicting way. He squeezed and yanked on my full balls.

“I love your hands,” I gasped as he wanked me.

“Yeah?” He mocked me.

“Yes!”

He let go immediately. I whined out like a pathetic dog. I squirmed in need. The tip of my cock dripped and dripped.

“Ready to worship?” Hal requested.

“No,” I snapped as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I was so full of his massive length.

“I want it!” I demanded and tried to bounce myself up and down.

“Still,” Hal boomed. He gripped my hips with his nails digging in. He held me down, stuffed full of him.

“Hold still you rotten thing,” Hal growled.

“I want- OH!” I cut myself off as he grabbed my cock again. He began to stroke my cock again. It wasn’t kind or loving. His pumps sounded wet. He still held my slender legs down so I sat on his dick. He was rutting up deep against my prostate.

“P-please, please,” I whined.

“You need to worship me,” he whispered in my ear. Now he slowed down to a torturous pace.

“If you squirt, it needs to be a tribute to me,” he said before biting my ear and nibling. He ran his teeth over my shoulder now.

“I want to cum. I really want to cum,” I whimpered. I leaned my head back and let out small noises of need. He sunk his incisors into my neck exposed neck.

“P-please.”

“That is a word you say to anyone. You may say it to a peasant when you need them to pass the salt. That is not how you address a king.”

“Your highness-“

“No, more,” he rasped.

“You. Are. A. God,” I finally panted out.

“That’s it,” Hal praised now. His hand still worked but also he was pounding up inside me. His thick, veiny, manly cock was impaling me.

“I’m going to cum!” I wailed as heat and bliss overcame me.

“I’m, oh, I’m gonna!”

I spurted everywhere. The fountain of semen was soaking my skirt. The thick creamy cum was making globs in the fabric.

“That’s good boy,” he spanked my thigh. He began to dump his load inside me. The sent was heavenly as I leaned back against his sweaty chest. I was heaving.

“Mm, no, no,” I panted and tried to move away from his grasp. He kept my cock in his hand. He was still touching my sensitive member.

“T-tender,” I cried.

“I know,” he chuckled. “I know exactly how you feel and I don’t care. Next time you want an ass full of cock, don’t be presumptuous. You will come and bow. You will kiss my boots, and you will show the respect I deserve. Until this is done, I will treat you like a brat needs to be treated.”

“Ohhhhhh, please,” I gasped and begged.

“I own your dick, just like I own everything in this kingdom,” he murmured in my ear softly.

“Don’t forget it.”

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon pt. 5

synopsis: brooks is in the crowd to watch Y/N’s match, but The Judgement Day is not thrilled when they see him. 

tags: violence, chair shots, good ole’ wrasslin’, angst. fem!reader, ex!brooks, poly!judgement day

A/N: i was gonna wait but i needed to put this out there bc i’m a sick individual...can i just say the love and support on not just this writing but others i’ve posted has been amazing and it makes my day when people message and send requests? literally ty all so much, i would kiss you all on the foreheads if i could 

mentions: @babybatlover​ @ripleyswhore​

Y/N spent the rest of her time backstage before her match trying to relax. Her conversation with Brooks and the reactions of her partners were doing little to nothing to ease her nerves, but she knew she just needed to go out and do what she did best. She spent some time to herself getting ready before the others came back, and she smiled up at them gently as she laced her boots. Rhea took an eyeliner pen and did her signature TJD underneath one of Y/N’s eyes and Finn stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders to help loosen her up. “So this Brooks character…” Finn began. “He’s going to be out there watching your match?”

As Rhea finished her makeup, Y/N nodded and rolled her shoulders as Finn loosened her up. “He’ll be out there somewhere. And I’m asking you guys not to cause trouble with him.” Dominik scoffed as he tied a purple bandana around his neck. “We can’t make any promises, but we’ll think about it.” He smirked. Y/N wasn’t about to let her partners make a fool of themselves at ringside, so she turned to look at Dom with a small frown. “I’m serious, Dominik. I understand why you guys want me to distance myself from things in my past but I just…h-he’s a good guy.” She said softly. 

For being the largest of the group, Damian was also the biggest softy. He immediately took note of Y/N’s reaction and gave Dom a light slap to the arm. “She has a match soon and you really think this is the time to act like that?” He scolded Dom, who blushed and put his hands up in defense. Rhea rolled her eyes at the two of them and moved to finish getting herself ready. “We’ll behave as long as he behaves.” She said, deciding that would be the end of the conversation. “And you two need to quit fucking around in the corner, we have places to be.” Y/N closed her eyes as Rhea mothered everyone in the room, working to calm herself down and focus on her upcoming match against Candace LeRae. 

Eventually, The fivesome began to make their way to gorilla for Y/N’s match. She was in the middle, Damian and Dominik to her left and Rhea and Finn to her right. Damian and Rhea were definitely the most protective of Y/N and always placed themselves right next to her when possible. She adjusted her pink denim jacket one more time, placed her cherry lollipop in her mouth, and hit the cues with her partners as their lights and music hit. There was something about coming out to the crowds in this new persona, something about the energy that shifted when they all walked in a room…it made Y/N feel incredible. She could barely put it into words how it all felt. But she needed to channel that energy, as this match was huge for her in claiming her spot in the Women’s Division on Raw while also giving Brooks a show in the audience. 

When Brooks said he was going to be front and center, he wasn’t kidding. As The Judgement Day came down to the ring, she immediately took note of where he was and smiled at him; where Y/N thought she would be nervous seeing Brooks during this match, she now felt his presence comforting her. The other four also took note of him and where he was in the audience, but Y/N was able to distract them and have them stand elsewhere during the match. They all begrudgingly did what she asked, but still couldn’t promise they wouldn’t get into any mischief down the road. 

Truth be told, Y/N was also going to cause some chaos and rile them up. They couldn’t control her every move and she was going to continue being the same character she always had been, even before The Judgement Day came into her life. Y/N took the lollipop from her mouth and walked to where Brooks was standing, smirking as she held it out for him and placed the candy into his mouth. The audience around them cheered, having been aware of the history between the two, and Y/N went into the ring like nothing happened. The faces on her partners were not the most thrilled they’d ever been, but she knew she could defend her decision backstage if they had words about it. 

Once the match started, Y/N and Candace were both on a roll. Candace’s acrobatic, more athletic moves were a nice contrast to Y/N’s harsher striking and submission style. Rhea, Dominik, Damian, and Finn all kept to themselves at ringside and even stayed on the other side away from Brooks. But that didn’t erase the fact that every so often they would glare at him; at one point Rhea was even mockingly waving at him to get some kind of reaction. But Brooks wasn’t giving in, he stayed focused on the match and cheered Y/N on while he kept the lollipop in his mouth. Every so often, when she wasn’t looking at her partners, she would look for Brooks and he’d give her a reassuring nod and smile. This was exactly what she needed. At one point though when Y/N fell out of the ring after a pretty nasty hit, Brooks was front and center at the barricade making sure she was okay. 

“Baby, you good?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he held his hand out for you to get back up. Without a second thought Y/N grabbed his hand and pulled herself up, smiling like the giddy girl she was whenever he’d help her in the past. Fuck, I can’t let him go. She thought to herself. Y/N turned her head though, when her four partners saw was Brooks was doing and made her way to the other side of the ring. “Don’t even think about it.” She told them, shaking her head and letting go of Brooks’s hand. “It’s fine, just go back over there.” Of course, Rhea wasn’t listening. She continued to step closer to them until she was standing in front of Brooks, even though Y/N was trying to keep her away. “If I were you, I’d stay away from our girl.”

Brooks shook his head and laughed in Rhea’s face. “She may be your girl now, but she was mine when no one else gave a fuck about her.” Y/N wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore but was now focused on the three boys. “I’m serious, go!” She knew she couldn’t handle being distracted like this, so she got back in the ring to continue her match. But when she did, Candace was ready to end the entire match and swept under her feet to bring Y/N to the ground. She was going to take advantage of her opponent being distracted, and once Y/N was back on the ground Candace climbed the ropes for a moonsault. Somehow Y/N was able to kick out at the two count, and that brought the attention of The Judgement Day and Brooks back to the match. “I’m not finished with you.” Rhea pointed at Brooks before following the boys back to the other side of the ring. “Come on, Y/N! Get up!” Her partners started to cheer as she took her sweet old time getting to her feet again. 

After everything that just occurred, Y/N was raging. Five people she loved and cared about almost made her lose one of the biggest matches of her career thus far, and she wasn’t about to let any of them live it down. Once she was on her feet again, Y/N started to pace and watch Candace’s every last move. “Get up!” She yelled at her opponent, standing in the corner of the ring to watch her. Once Candace was also up on her feet, Y/N came at her with a spear that practically flipped her inside out and positioned herself for a submission move Damian had been working on with her. Almost identical to a sharpshooter but with a slightly different leg position, Y/N locked Candace into the hold and put all of the pressure on her back. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before Candace tapped and Y/N was announced as the winner. 

She dropped Candace back down onto the mat and smiled as she caught her breath; Y/N didn’t even realize that her partners had made their way back over to Brooks in the crowd and immediately began to attack him. Brooks didn’t even have enough time to defend himself, as Damian lifted him over the barricade and they started to kick him while he was on the ground. “What are you doing?” Y/N yelled from the ring, watching as Finn picked Brooks up and threw him into the ring for everyone to see what they were doing.  “Step aside, Princess. He needs to be taught a lesson.” Rhea warned, stepping in front of Y/N as if to block her from getting to Brooks. But Y/N was small and quick, so she was able to get around Rhea and stand between Brooks and the other members of the group. “Don’t hurt him, okay? He didn’t do anything!” She begged, her hands up and Brooks gently reaching out to hold her ankle as a way of thanking her. 

The four of them were fuming. Finn was the first to speak up as he watched what was going on. “Remember what we told you, Y/N.” He warned softly. Brooks began to slowly get himself back to his feet and stood behind Y/N, a gentle hand on her waist this time. “Think about what’s best for you. Think of all we’ve done for you.” Finn said again. Dominik was already cracking his knuckles at the sight of someone else touching their girl, and steam was coming from Damian’s ears. No one touched their girl, and she was only making them more upset the longer she went without making a decision. 

Y/N looked back and forth between Brooks and The Judgement Day. Finn was right; the four of them had done so much for her and every day showed how much they truly cared about her even if some of their actions were flawed. They took her under their wing when barely anyone else in the company gave a shit about her. But on the other hand, Brooks had always served as the person she could confide in when she was struggling. He was the first person who made her feel beautiful in and outside of the ring. But where was he when she needed someone to stand up for her in NXT? Where was Brooks when Y/N doubted herself and debated leaving this company? She was stuck between two parts of her life, and they were all expecting her to make her decision. 

As the crowd roared around them, telling Y/N what decision to make, she slowly turned her back to The Judgement Day and wrapped her arms around Brooks’s shoulders in a tight hug. Y/N buried her face in his neck as he picked her up, his body relaxing into hers and holding her as tight as he could. “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” He said in her ear as they slowly stepped away from the four (clearly pissed) individuals in the ring. Brooks even put his hat back on her head like they always did when she won matches; he was just happy to see Y/N was picking the right side. 

However, he had no clue what was coming his way. 

Brooks gently placed Y/N back on her feet and kissed her forehead before glaring at The Judgement Day from over her shoulder. He didn’t even say another word to them, even though they were already hopping out of the ring and climbing underneath it to find whatever weapons they could. Brooks protectively put Y/N behind him, watching Damian and Finn who had stayed in the ring and started to slowly move closer to the two of them while Rhea and Dominik tossed a couple chairs into the ring. Y/N being behind Brooks was the perfect opportunity for her to make it clear which side she was on, because she quickly dropped to her knees and delivered a low blow to Brooks. 

Y/N’s four partners immediately began to smile at her; Rhea was dying of laughter, pointing at Brooks as he fell to the canvas holding his manhood. Y/N looked down at him, his hat still on her head, and her own sadness and anger written all over her face at the decision she’d made. She had to prove herself to her partners, and that meant trusting them and their plan for her. Once Brooks was back on the ground the boys began to attack him again, and this time Dominik pulled Y/N into a hug as they watched. At one point when Brooks got up on his knees to hopefully defend himself, Rhea delivered a chair shot to his back. 

The four of them turned to Y/N once they all had a turn giving Brooks a piece of their mind. Damian held out a chair to her and smiled. “Finish it off, princesa. End it.” He told her. And while Y/N didn’t immediately take the chair, she eventually did and walked in a circle around Brooks’s writhing body. “Where were you when I needed you?” Y/N asked Brooks as she looked down at him. “You didn’t care about me. You never did.” The look on Brooks’s face said otherwise, but Y/n knew she needed to end this. She looked at each of her partners before lifting the chair up and delivering the harshest chair shot she could manage to Brooks’s upper body. 

She dropped the chair before taking off Brooks’s hat and dropping it onto his body, wiping away the one singular tear that had rolled down her cheek. The Judgement Day rolled out of the ring five deep, Damian pulling Y/N to his chest as they walked up the ramp to go backstage and Rhea continuing to taunt Brooks from a distance. They were all proud of Y/N and she was proud of herself, but the next step of this process was grieving the relationships she had to let go of in order to follow the plan. While The Judgement Day was prepared for that to happen, Y/N had no clue what was about to happen. 

[twistedwonderlandfantasies]

(Repost)

Never Unplug a Gamers Computer

Idia x fem!reader 

For 18+ audience only

tags: smut, bondage, shibari, plot, slight angst, edging, oral, overstimulation, biting, begging, humiliation, toys

Wordcount: 5k

It had been weeks, maybe even a few months, where you hadn’t seen your fiery blue-haired boyfriend. All you could catch was faint glimpses of him hurrying through campus halls and snoozing through the classes he’d actually attend in person. Most of your interactions happened virtually— through messages, video calls, gaming sessions together. Yeah, it was fun for a while, you felt, especially the phone sex where he’d make you do all sorts of lewd things with your camera on, but you missed him. You missed feeling him hold you, his smell, his goofy grin. Enough was enough, you thought. You tidied a small bag of your belongings and walked out of Ramshackle dorm to Ignihyde. Boy was your heart pumping, but you confidently went through the hall mirror without hesitation, striding towards the housewardens room. 

You thought to yourself how he could be such a shut-in and yet have so much personality once you got to know him. That’s one of the things you loved about him, he would only show his true side to the people he cared for. Nevermind the fact his sharp tongue wasn’t exclusive to anyone, his knack for hitting a person's nerve was enough for everyone to understand he’s as quick-witted and sly as he is a wall-flower.  

Once you arrived, you stood outside his door, before gently knocking. “Idia?” After a few moments one of the brothers opened up. Ortho gleefully welcomed you in after seeing you outside.

 “Y/N! I’m so glad to see you! What brings you in? Don’t tell me my brothers made you upset…” his eyebrows furrowed in disappointment. “I know he isn’t very good at communicating, but he really is a good person.” 

You shook your head, “Of course not, Ortho, Idia could never upset me, I’ve just come to visit him.” You gave the young boy an assuring smile. 

Idia was in the back of the room, a separate space where all his gaming equipment was set up. His socially-anxious heart already sank a little at hearing someone knock on the door. Who the hell is that? He thought before hearing your voice greet Ortho. Now his heart sank even more… shit shit shit why is Y/N here? Did I do something wrong? Look at this place… oh no… there’s crumbs all over my shirt. Idia was going into a mental panic mode while he lept out of his chair and started kicking all the trash around to try and hide the pile somewhere while fixing his clothes. One hand held his phone as he violently scrolled through your DM’s to see if you had mentioned wanting to visit, while another hand was now attempting to comb through the long locks of fire that had draped over his shoulders. 

“Idia?” you walked into the small set-up room, a curious look about you, eager to give your boyfriend a surprise visit. 

The housewarden suddenly froze up, his heading turning over to meet your gaze. 

“Y/N” his mellow voice barely released a whisper as he felt his soul leave his body. She must think I’m such a pig now— oh Gods my hentai manga is still on my table. I thought I hid that?! 

“Idia… you don’t need to get so worked-up over me visiting.” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his obvious panic, walking up to give him a peck on the lips before taking the comb out of his hand to place it on the table, then leaning over to pick up extra empty chip bags still littering the floor. “I just thought I’d come see you, I really do miss you, you know.” You walked over to place the remaining bags in the trash. 

You instantly started tidying the place up to help ease his worry. Idia saw you crouch under his desk to pick up empty soda cans, and then you stacked all his manga and set it at the corner of the table. Watching you work like this made his heart flutter, his eyes going soft and a smile forming on his face. 

I really am lucky to have her 

“See, all better.” You smiled at your boyfriend before sitting down on the edge of his bed. You looked around for a moment, having only visited Ignihyde a few times the sites of his room were still not totally familiar to you. You took in a deep breath, the smell of fruit-flavored energy drinks and cologne made you giddy. 

“You redesigned a bit I see.” You pointed to the new light fixtures in the room and a few new collection figurines.

“Uh— yeah…” Idia, still in a bit of shock, walked over to sit beside you. He looked at you, taking in your features all over again. Wow… she really is a lot more different in person. I can feel the heat off her body, her hands look so soft. She’s so much cuter like this.

“I’m actually glad you’re here, Y/N. W-wanna um… catch up on the last RPG event we started?”

You raised a brow at his request, after all, you just got there, and he’s already asking you to game? Doesn’t this boy ever get tired of being on his computer? You already knew the answer to that. Shaking your head, you gave a smile in defeat. 

“Alright, let’s crush that game.” You giggled. 

It had been two weeks that you were staying over at Ignihyde. After a bit of convincing, Idia let you sleep with him, although not a whole lot happened between you two as almost all the boy's confidence depletes to zero in real life. The most you two had achieved were steamy make-out sessions, but that was it. It took a lot of work from your side to get him to open up. You remember the first time holding hands his fingers wouldn’t stop shaking. And, of course, you initiated the first kiss. You’d never forget the way Idia’s hair turned a bright pink and his face matched too. For a reaction like that, you’d be willing to kiss him all the time, you thought.

 But over your two weeks of labor you were beginning to get impatient. All he did was keep gaming, working on his tech-creations and being a shut-in. You would bring him breakfast every morning, help keep his room clean, hell, you even did his homework a few times for him. But all of this hard work and for what? We all know he lacked social skills, but Idia wasn’t dumb. Maybe no one has ever actually treated him this way and he doesn’t know how to react? Maybe you aren’t communicating enough? You were living with the man but still hungry for attention, and it was starting to piss you off.

“Idia?” You walked into his room, holding a bag of snacks in your hand. You had just come from the shop with all the newest drinks and goodies, wanting to surprise him with an evening movie night now that it was Friday and you knew he’d finished all his work.

Idia?” You called again. You peered into the dark room with neon blue lights only to see your boyfriend hunched over by his monitor, his headphones on, controller in hand, gaming away. Your eye twitched in frustration. 

You snapped.

You set the bag down on the floor and walked over to Idia, before doing the unspeakable. 

His computer screen suddenly went black.

You had pulled the plug, turning everything off. Idia visibly paused for a moment, before slowly taking his headphones off. His brain hadn’t even begun processing yet what was happening. 

“Y-you only ever care about those stupid fucking games! Am I really that pathetic! That you don’t even notice my presence when I’m 10 feet away from you in a room! That I do everything for you but some 2D characters are more important? I know you’re shy, Idia, but this goes beyond that—” 

You’re suddenly cut off by the sound of your boyfriend leaving his chair, slowly walking towards you. His hair… if not his entire body… is in a shade of deep. agonizing. red. It’s even worse than when Riddle gets mad.

“Y/N” He chokes out. You can’t see his face as it’s still dark, and his head is tilted down in disbelief. 

“What have you done…” 

You look up from the plugs in your hand to see his form towering over you, he’s never been like this before. His body feels so hot it almost stings. 

Idia hadn’t been just playing a game but downloading months of precious data on his computer at the same time. Now all his work is lost, not to mention the rewards he had earned on his live game which he hadn’t saved yet. He had emergency power set up in his room, but without the cord actually being connected to a source, it was meaningless. 

You hadn’t realized what you had done in your moment of anger. Suddenly everything started spinning as fear and regret settled in. You dropped the cords in your hand, which was now tense— no,  your whole body was. 

“Idia, I, I’m…” 

“You.” He growled, the pit in his stomach growing. He had to now spend the next months recovering the files he lost and became corrupted because of you, if not rewriting endless lines of code all over again, meaning more sleepless nights. Now he had to start his game progress from level one which he had also been working towards for the past few months, not to mention all the other minor projects that were still opened up and hadn’t been saved to his hard drive yet. Needless to say, you fucked up. 

You ran out of the room. Your chest tightened and before you knew it you were in the lounge with tears uncontrollably streaming down your face. Shit… fuck… why did I do that? Why am I so stupid! I’m so selfish and now look at what I’ve done! I could have just talked to him! He has been improving! Why am I so goddamn needy! You sat there for a few minutes, trying to compose yourself again. Your mind was torn between trying to defend or blaming yourself. All you knew now was that Idia was angry. It was the first time you had seen him that way. A sick part of you was actually happy to see him so worked up over you, it was the most reaction you’d gotten out of him this whole time, but at what cost? You didn’t actually want to see him upset. 

After what seemed like forever you knew you had to face your boyfriend and be an adult. So, you got out of your chair and began taking slow steps back to his room. The door was open, so you went inside. 

The temperature alone made you sweat. Your anxiety wasn’t helping. Was he the one really making the place so warm? 

You gulped, but it felt like something was caught in your throat. You didn’t have the gall to say anything, pacing carefully towards his desk, but you noticed he wasn’t there. You mustered your courage to try and whisper his name but before you could a hand slammed onto the desk from behind pinning you into place. 

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” You heard Idia speak before turning around where you were standing to see him over you. 

“To have you walk back in here so soon after making such a big mistake, Y/N.” He takes the tip of your chin with his fingers to give you a gentle, consoling kiss. “Sweet Y/N. I know immediately after making your mistake you realized what you’d done.” He can’t help but give a cynical grin. “Yes, I could see it in your face… my, how poor and sweet it was. I should have taken a picture! It was so endearing, after what you did, I hate to admit it but I would LOVE to see it again.” 

His other hand slammed onto the desk, making you jump a little at the loud noise where you now stood completely cornered. 

“I know I’m not the best boyfriend— in fact, sometimes I can’t even believe I have you. I mean, look at you, you’re so utterly… perfect.” The words rolled off his tongue sadistically as he continued staring you down. “And I’m a pathetic loser. An antisocial freak. Who would ever want me? Right… right?” He leaned in closer to you, feeling his hot breath tickle your skin. “But you came along and by the God’s I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you. As kind, as funny, as considerate. Do you know how fucking good you are.” His obviously irritated tone pierced your ears like daggers but the words he said made butterflies in your stomach. 

You weren’t sure what to feel. Idia had never complimented you like this before. All the showering of affection was sending mixed singles in your head. Did I really have to do something so terrible to get such praise? Is he messing with me? 

Indeed, your actions had changed something in Idia’s head. He realized that he had taken you for granted and that his antisocial tendencies were compromising his relationship. What you did was a wake-up call for him, albeit a very poor one.

In your confused daze you felt Idia’s face bury into your neck. Wait, what the hell is he doing? You didn’t realize it but you were feeling more than just fear and worry. With the way he had pinned you down against the desk he actually managed to turn you on a bit. You’d never seen him so assertive before and with the way he was taunting you it was almost hypnotizing. 

“Idia” You mutter, feeling him breathe down your sensitive skin. You press your legs against each other after feeling a familiar tingle starting to grow inside you. 

“Idia, I’m sorry.” You manage to apologize before feeling him bite down on you. You instinctively wince in pain before your fingers dig into the desk. 

Look at how she instantly melts beneath me despite the situation being against her. Gods… I really am so mad I could fuck her like this. How is she so hot even after making such a big fuck-up.

“Your apology isn’t enough, princess. Since you wanted my attention so badly, it’s all yours now. And you’re gonna pay me back with it dearly.” He hissed into your neck before starting to suck on the spot he knew would make you mewl. Idia had made mental notes of every little place on your body which would make you turn primal. 

“Idia—mmm b-babe please— what the hell is wrong with you.” You protested but the way your body contorted gave a different message; your back arched to feel his weight against you. 

“I can’t hear you. Speak up.” He taunted again. You already knew his teeth had left very obvious marks on your skin, but the way his hot lips ran against your neck made you think of only a single thing. 

“Idia.” Another failed protest left your lips. There was not much point in trying to talk sense into this man. All you were hoping for is that whatever comes next doesn’t hurt too badly. After all, you deserved it.

“Yes, my love?” His face met yours again as lidded yellow eyes looked down at you examining your features. “You look excited.” His knee went up to rub against your clothed womanhood. “Are you enjoying this?” His hand snaked back to squeeze your ass. “Do you like your boyfriend when he’s mad?” He kept tormenting you. “Is that why you pissed me off? You’re one selfish little princess, do you know that?”  Idia’s other hand made its way to the other side of your ass before he thrusted your hips towards his body so you rub against his knee again. “tsk, so needy. Begging me for attention all the time. And when you don’t get it you throw a fucking tantrum. I should have fucked you into content a while ago.” With every word he kept giving your ass an even tighter squeeze before a hand slid lower to the back of your thigh where his thumb began rubbing circles. 

You were already speechless by his complete change in behavior. A part of you even wanted to protest at his crude remarks, but you couldn’t deny every second of this was making you even wetter and lightheaded. Yes, you wanted him to fuck you into content, you wanted him to abuse your mind and body like this. You needed it, like the needy bitch he knew you were. What an awful combination, you thought, an attention whore like you chasing after a man like him. Maybe this was just part of the thrill now that you have what you wanted. 

“I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He warned before attacking your lips. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a second, he wanted you to know that you shouldn’t take his passivity for granted. His sharp teeth pried your lips open where his tongue made its way forcefully into your mouth. The way his hungry lips lecherously sucked onto yours made you audibly moan in the back of your throat sending a smirk upon Idia’s lips that you could almost feel. You grabbed the collar of his sweater desperately to leverage yourself against him while his hands supported you from behind. You could feel how satisfied he was with himself by the way he handled you so roughly. While he continued kissing you both his hands wrapped around your thighs and lifted you off the ground suddenly. Your shot your eyes open at the loss of balance before flailing your arms to wrap around him tightly by the neck.

“Idia!” You yelped, face red from desire and panic. 

“You have no idea how much I love it when you say my name.” He chuckled, carrying you to the bed and laying you on your back while he continued to hover over you. He cradled your body between his knees. Compared to your frame he was much bigger, his hair beautifully splayed against his back and reaching the floor. You watched your boyfriend, lustful eyes taking in the irresistible sight of him above you. Idia began slowly undoing the buttons to your pants, almost teasingly, not breaking that eye contact with you. He wanted you to see him, see the way he treated you, see the way his hands moved on your body. 

After barring your legs he leaned in closer to kiss the tops of your ankles, working his way up peppering you in sweet kisses before reaching your thighs. He gave another painful bite. You tried holding yourself together, warm pain radiating from the spot. His lips began sucking and teasing against the skin near your cunt. Idia wanted to torture you, It was payback. He enjoyed the sight of your wet panties so close to his face. He could almost smell it. The cool air hitting the wet fabric and the way Idia was tormenting you made you close your thighs instinctively. But the way your legs squeezed against his head made him nearly lose his composure then and there. “Don’t choke me just yet.” he mumbled under his breath. Idia rose back up to meet your face for another hungry kiss.

His hand slid beneath your top, caressing the skin of your waist and then snaking up to grope you through your bra. You felt so soft underneath his fingers, everything about you was intoxicating to him. He took his time playing with your breasts. It was one of his favorite parts of your body. He released the passionate kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two. His lips were parted and panting, the rise and fall of his chest matching with the hot breaths you felt on your face from him. He noticed how red and swollen your lips were from the way he had bullied you, rubbing his thumb against your lower lip in satisfaction. Your entire face was covered in a deep blush, the way you looked at him could only be described as dirty. 

I wish I could take a picture of her like this. 

Idia wasted no time in ripping your flimsy shirt off. You were wearing a sexy bra just for an occasion like this. You never expected it to come true, but here you were at his mercy. The way it complimented your skin and perked your boobs up to look so full made Idia stare shamelessly. 

“Fuck this, I have to.”

He took his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of your body in an instant movement, before you could protest. He threw the phone and his own hoodie aside before leaning back into you. 

“I knew you were dirty but walking around dressed like this… who knew my girlfriend was such a little slut. Unfortunately this has to go though…”

He ripped the bra off too. 

This man owed you a shopping spree after ruining your clothes like this.  

You had never shown this much of yourself to him, instinctively wrapping your arms around your breasts.

“You don’t get to cover up after making me come this far, princess.” His voice was huskier than before, deep and silken, you were completely overtaken by how hot this man could get. 

Idia leaned down to leave a kiss under your chin, his hand coming up to slowly pry your arms open as his head made its way lower. 

He couldn’t help but glance over before kissing the tops of your breasts. Should have taken another picture. His lips left dark bruises all over your sensitive mounds before he slowly ran his tongue between your boobs. You were shamelessly moaning at the attention he was giving you. Every touch was euphoric, especially the way he sucked and teased at your buds with his mouth.

 “How could you possibly hide this from me? Look at you. I think I’ll make it a rule to take off your clothes every time you come over. What do you think?” You rolled your eyes, continuing to play with the strands of hair you had in your hand. At this point the hard-on in his pants was straining painfully against his sweats as you felt him grind against you needily.

After he had his fill with your chest Idia slid down lower to come face-to-face with your cunt. 

 “I should taste you.” 

You swear you felt your heart stop for a moment. He started palming you, tracing the lines of your cunt with his finger before shamelessly digging his face into your pussy and taking a deep inhale. Your body jerked in response which earned another satisfied look from his face. “This is mine.” His finger moved the fabric aside to expose your bare lips. “But that doesn’t excuse you from being a bad little girl.” He hummed before sliding his tongue from your entrance to your clit. 

Your legs convulsed, but Idia grabbed them and viciously pinned them down against the bed, stopping you from moving. “Nuh-uh, You can’t just enjoy this. I have to discipline you. The heir to the underworld can’t be so forgiving.” He went back to eagerly tasting you. The sloshing noises of his tongue against your folds had you biting your lips in fervor. 

“Fuck… Idia… ahh-” 

“What is it baby? Is there something you want to say? I think the way your cute little pussy is creaming for me says everything I need to know. Look at how you’re enjoying this, heh.” He kept his actions slow and sensual which was driving you mad. 

You took the bundle of hair that was in your hand and tugged on it, pushing his head deeper into your cunt.

“Fuck me already…” your voice quivered. Idia suddenly stopped. “Haven’t you learned by now, my love, you're not the one here making demands. I’m in control, I rule over you, and you're going to behave exactly how I want you to.” He seethed between his teeth while continuing to lap up your juices. 

“This simply won't do.” The way he was attacking your cunt already had a knot growing in your stomach. “You need better discipline.” His mouth instantly stopped before you noticed him rising from his position.

“Babe, please.” You whimpered trying to get him to go back to eating your pussy. “I promise I’ll be good, please.” Continuing to shamelessly beg. Your desperation hit Idia’s ears like sweet honey. 

“Keep begging.” He took your wrists and latched you onto the bed. You had never even seen the leather cuffs he had attached to the bedpost. Were they always there? This man just kept surprising you. 

“Idia?” You look up to see your confined wrists. 

He pulled something else out from under his bed. It was a black rope. 

How did I never notice before. You looked carefully at the way he wrapped your body, it was so sensual. The rope rubbed and fastened against your skin tightly, certain to leave marks later. He lastly took your ankles and tied them to each end of the bed, the way he spread you out was like straight porn. You already felt your cunt forming a pool of liquid on the sheets underneath you. He looked at you like this. It was unbearable for him. He didn’t know how many times he’d have to ruin you to satiate him. How many wet dreams he’s had just like this, and now he finally gets to live them out. His last little surprise was a gag he forced into your mouth and a vibrator he had secretly made for you which he put into your ass. 

“Mmm I’ll get to fuck this hole too later, just be patient, princess, okay?” He whispered while inserting the vibrator in. 

“Just follow me like a good girl and everything will be fine.” His assurances fell on deaf ears. With the way he had you, you knew this man was about to make you see stars. 

 His hair, his face, those clouded eyes; You gazed at his torso, how defined his abdomen was. The way his skin glistened from a layer of sweat that had formed over his body from his heart-throbbing lust had you wishing you could lick every drop of it off him. 

Idia had dimmed the lights to the room, where you could barely see anything. Your inability to speak, your confinements and the low rumbling feeling from your core had your senses at peak height. 

You felt fingers brush across your abdomen. Your body twitched in excitement at every interaction. 

“You know it’s actually quite cold in the underworld.”

Then his hands greedily made their way up to your neck, long nimble fingers perfectly wrapping around your supple skin.

“But I can make it unbearably hot.”

His other hand squeezed your thigh, before you felt a weight shift onto the bed where he hovered over you, hardly visible, the outline of his bare body positioned perfectly over you.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to make you feel those flames of hell.”

He took his anger out by thrusting himself into you without warning; his body jerked in a way that made every muscle in your body reflexively tense at the sudden jolt, filling you with more pain than pleasure. You bit down hard on the gag, tears forming at the corners of your eyes while your hands grabbed onto their cuffs. 

He slowly pulled out, only to slam back in again.

His pace continued like this.

You were practically screaming, not that it was very coherent with his hand still around your neck. Was this man trying to kill you? Maybe he was trying to take your soul.

“Mmmm princess you have no idea how good you look like this.”

He glared at you, saliva and tears running down your face, tits bouncing to the motion of his hips, your thighs uncontrollably flexing, your walls squeezing him so tight he would have trouble pulling out.

Selfish little pussy trying to milk me so soon— hngh— she’s so good… Gods she’s so good.

His ferocious thrusts had your orgasm growing in minutes, but he wouldn’t let you have that satisfaction. Everytime he felt you getting close, he would stop all motion. You were unraveling into a helpless puddle of lust with the way your pussy had drenched everything under you, including his cock. Your hips subconsciously grinding against the air for a desperate sweet release when he would leave you. You could hear him chuckle at the pathetic site. You weren’t just humiliated, but completely subordinated to his power. 

“Tell me what you want.” Idia tried hiding the growl in his voice, but there was no denying he was as animalistic as you.

All you could do was yell and whimper through the gag. He knew you couldn’t talk, but seeing you like this was ecstasy for him. He knew once everything was over you might just kill him for the way he was messing with you.

“I think I know… you want this, right?” 

He moved back into you.  Another deep moan left your lips as nodded at his gesture, trying to close your thighs to trap him in his place.

Idia was starting to pity you,  grinding his hips, he eventually fastened his pace again. The sound of slapping skin and disgruntled moans had you two now selfishly chasing your highs. 

He fucked you even harder than before as he felt himself getting closer. His cock was more than enough for you, your breath hitching with the size and inhuman pace. 

You felt the feeling in your stomach reach its climax, spasming, back arching through the confines of your rope, arms pulling and tugging over the cuffs, legs trying to flail. Idia felt your hot slick drown his dick inside your walls, before continuing to pound into you. 

He wasn’t stopping or slowing, bringing you into overstimulation, within minutes you felt another round of knots grow inside your nether-regions before you came again. This time you squirted on him while he had pulled out, some of your fluids shooting onto his chest, dripping down to his abs. His finger ran over his body to take a bit of your cum and taste it. 

“Can you do that again?” His signature smirk plastered onto his face. 

He went back to fucking you. Again, and again. After you had climaxed about four times he felt himself getting closer to orgasm, burying his cock deep inside you to release his seed. 

The feeling of his hot liquid in you was like mercy, a Hail Mary. You were so ruined your brain couldn’t think, your body was shaking, your core twitching and fluttering, aching to have him back in you but your legs couldn’t even move anymore. Both of your chests were heaving for air; Idia ran his hands through his hair which was damp with sweat as he took a moment to compose himself. He admired the way your pussy was absolutely filled to the brim with his cum and leaking. With the way he had abused your cunt he was convinced you wouldn’t be able to walk for at least a week. After all, this experience gave him valuable information about your endurance as a human. But still you took him so well, he thought. 

He took the gag from your mouth, jaw aching, closing for the first time in what seemed like hours. Idia placed a tender kiss on your lips to comfort you.

But he was still not quite content. 

“You have to keep this in you, okay?” he cooed in your ear before gently fixing a strand of hair. 

Idia placed something inside your cunt, it was another vibrator. He buried it in like a plug to keep all his cum inside. 

“I-Idia… enough… Idia…” You plead before it turned on in sync with the one in your ass. 

The fatigue you felt in your body was so overwhelming you struggled to even keep your eyes open, but the sudden wave of new pleasure had you practically crying in an overstimulated frenzy. 

Indeed you had learned to never upset this man again.

“I think you should stay like this for a bit, while I go work on the files I lost because of you. Is that okay, princess? I think it is. After all, it would be a shame for me to let you go like this so soon.” 

Your eyes shot back open at the statement. “Idia! I- s-stop this… please… Idia. Idia… Idia!” your voice echoing through the room while Idia left your presence to go sit at his laptop nonchalantly, ignoring you.

You tried yelling his name again, but they came out more as moans than anything else. How many times have you climaxed already? You stuttered and whined, but the way you kept writhing on his bed and begging him to come back made him not want to stop anytime soon. 

“If you keep behaving like this, I might come back… but no guarantee we’ll be ending things when I do, princess.”

[farter-imperator]

The Confessional

Rating: General audiences

Word count: 1,367

Summary: Papa Copia decided to sit in the confessional booth for an evening, and he was glad that he did.

Copia had been sitting in the confessional booth all night, mostly because he had nothing better to do. It had been quiet for hours at this point and he was about ready to leave, when the curtain on the other side opened. 

There was a small amount of shuffling and quiet contemplation, before the person on the other side proceeded.

"Um... I don't really have any sins to confess, but I just need to- to talk to someone. About this. I don't know where else to turn and I thought, well... Maybe you'd be able to offer a listening ear. Help me out."

Copia paused, then nodded. "Go on. I will help however I can."

"Papa…?" The soft voice asked. 

"Eh…" The nasally voice answered. "No?" 

"Why are you doing confessionals?" They asked. "I thought this was the boring work for the bishops and cardinals." 

"Sometimes I like to relive my cardinal and bishop days, is that so bad?" Copia chuckled. "And this is the best place to receive the juicy gossip. If it makes you more comfortable, please think of me as Cardinale, rather than Papa."

"Alright." The voice sighed. Then, they went quiet for a long while, trying to work through how they were going to proceed.

Eventually, they decided on the wording. "I'm just... It's... It's weird how, like, it... Feels like I'm wearing clothes that are too tight, but the clothes are my skin, and there's just this- feeling. I don't even know how to describe it. I'm just filled with… With dread. At all times. It's fucking horrible." They paused. "Sorry. Am I allowed to swear in here?" 

"Eh… Yes, but you can do an Our Father if it makes you feel more at ease." Copia said, shifting on the creaky wooden pew. "Would you like me to lead you?" The person on the other side nodded, he could see the light moving through the wooden slats of the booth, but they didn't say anything. "Okie dokie. Our Father, who art in Hell…" 

"Unhallowed be Thy name." They continued. "Cursed be the sons and daughters." 

"Of Thine nemesis who art to blame." Copia listed off, like he had done the past thousand times. He gently rubbed over the grucifix on his chest with his thumb as he spoke. "Thy kingdom come."

"Nema." They both breathed. 

The sibling of sin seemed more comfortable after that. They sighed, played with the hem of their headdress nervously. "I just don't know what's going on." 

"How long has it been like this? The- The skin-tight feeling." Copia was still rubbing his thumb over the cross on his chest absentmindedly. "Is it new, this feeling, or…?" 

"No." The sibling almost snorted. "Sathanas, no. This has been going on for yeeeears." 

"I see." Copia said softly. There was the sound of wood slotting against wood, and a gap appeared under the rattan window. A moment later, a gloved hand appeared on the small wooden rest that was there. "Now, this is not what this gap is used for most days, but we will make it work nonetheless. I would like you to hold my hand, if you would please."

The sibling looked down at the black leather glove. The Satanic pope wanted to hold hands with them. What the fuck. Copia's fingers flexed in the silence, still waiting for the other person to hold his hand. 

Eventually, the sibling took hold of his hand. The leather of his glove was smooth and supple, like it had just been conditioned. They couldn't feel the warmth of his hand through the barrier of the glove, but they just *knew* he was warm. They could even see a small patch of his bare skin between the end of the glove's cuff and the beginning of his robe's cuff. Copia squeezed their hand, just gently. 

"My child." He began. He took a deep breath in, then sighed it out. "I hope you do not mind me saying this." He looked down at their joined hands. He could see a peek of the sleeve of a habit. "But, ehhh… I see a lot of you, in my younger self." He ran his thumb over their knuckles in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. "With the feeling of the strange fitting clothes, but the clothes are your skin." 

"Yeah?" The sibling answered glumly. "And how did you stop that… That feeling?" 

"Well, ah. It took a while. Years, actually." Copia let out a soft laugh, then stopped almost instantly. "What I tell you next must never be repeated outside of this confessional." He gave their hand a harder squeeze in warning. "If I catch a whisper of what I confess outside of this booth, I will send you to the Pit." 

"Yep. Noted." They squeaked. 

"Good." Copia hummed. He spent a long moment petting their knuckles with his thumb, before continuing. "The first thing I did was change my clothing from a habit to a cassock. When I joined, I was only a Sister myself, you know." He laughed softly. "I had to work up. I became a priest, then a deacon, bishop, cardinale… But that is beside the point, sibling. I changed my clothes and cut my hair short. I drew on facial hair at first, because I could not grow my own. Papa Terzo teased me mercilessly about it… Before helping me draw it better."

He cleared his throat, then continued. "I bought, eh… Medications, off the street, as I could not afford a proper prescription on my wage back then. Not- not drugs, fratello, before you think that, please do not buy the drugs off the street, we have our own supply in the ministry. Ehhh… Testosterone, is, is what I took. I reused needles, which you should never do, but I was young and stupid and desperate."

"Oh." Was all the sibling said. 

"I took a holiday, as a bishop. The last holiday I have ever taken, now that I think of it." Copia frowned. "I went to, ah, Turkey. And had my chest altered. It was the cheapest place to have it done." He shrugged. "All that I could afford."

"Papa…" The sibling mumbled. 

"I am sorry for ranting at you, fratello. I believe this has turned into a confessional for me, rather than for you, huh?" He laughed. "None of the ghouls know. Not even the ones that tour with me. None of the siblings know, none of the cardinals or bishops know. Just you and I and Sister Imperator. She never was too approving. So I beg of you, please do not spread this around." 

"I promise, Pa- Cardinal. Cardinal." The sibling cleared their throat. 

"What I am trying to say, fratello, is that you and I are not so different, I think." Copia broached. "If you are catching my drift, uh?" 

"Yeah, I… I think I am. Yeah." They said, thinking over everything that Copia had said. "What do I do?" 

"Well, there are many routes to your final destination." He said, his thumb still working over their knuckles. "Hormones, no hormones. Surgery, no surgery. Binding, packing, eh, all that." He shrugged, the movement barely visible in the low light. "You are not alone in the Ministry with this aspect, brother. In fact, there are many of us. More than you would think." 

"I don't know where to start." They said, their hand almost trembling in Copia's. "What to do. Like you said, many routes."

"I will tell you what." Copia finally withdrew his hand. A moment later, it reappeared, a business card held between his index finger and middle finger. "My office is open for walk-ins every Wednesday and Friday evening. Please, visit. We will discuss your options in complete privacy." 

The sibling took the card and carefully tucked it into their habit, lightly patting over where it sat. "Thank you, Cardinal. Thank you. I'll visit you on… On Wednesday."

"I look forward to your visit, Fratello Amato." The man said lightly, reclining in his seat as the sibling walked out of the booth. 

Only once the sibling was halfway back to their room, they realised. 

How the Hell did Copia know their name? 

[bathomet-writes]

confessions

summary: A church wasn't the most ideal place for a date, but there were certainly some things Donnie and you had to get off of your chests. What better place to do them than in a confessional booth?

relationship: 2012!Donnie x GN!reader

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, secret dating, slight hurt/comfort, awkward flirting and confessions (lol), kissing, PDA (sort of)

word count: 5,972

author's note: a request from 🫐 anon!! i thought i could write a 2012 donnie fic without referencing april but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Hello?”

You knocked gently against the oak doors. The Catholic church next to your apartment always loomed over you. The intricate stained-glass windows and crosses became fairly familiar to you over the years. The church was just a part of the tapestry of your life, but you never went inside. Not that you had any good reason to, but you still felt a little bad that the thought never crossed your mind. 

The unintentional guilt just happened to come to a head tonight, as you stood before the main entrance. It was a bit of an impulse decision, but you texted Donnie to meet you here instead of your usual hangout spot. You two had been spending a lot more time together, outside the lair. You really didn’t know why he didn’t want to just stick to his lab or the living room, there was plenty to do there. 

Maybe he just needed to get out of the sewers? Eh, whatever. 

You knock again, listening to the hollow sound echo inside. It was haunting. 

“Uh…sanctuary?” You inquire to no one in particular. 

Shouldn’t churches be open all the time? Reaching down to the handle, you were surprised to find it unlocked. What luck. 

“Woah,” you gasp, creeping into the main area. The nave, if you could recall your bible study lessons, was what it was called. It had been years since you’ve even stepped foot in a church. 

Looking around the pews, there didn’t seem to be anyone else around. No late night sinners praying for forgiveness or old ladies reading the bible. Just a huge, empty chapel. There were a couple candles flickering dimly in lanterns, at the ceiling and around the pulpit, so there must have been someone around. It made you feel a little better about barging in, at least there was an employee still here. An employee of God. 

You chortle to yourself as you get settled. The front row seemed the only appropriate seating option, and you ease onto the worn wood of the bench. The pew was a tad uncomfortable, or maybe it was just the awkward feeling of being inside a church. The holy beauty of the tapestries, the windows, the image of the Virgin Mary and Jesus statues staring wistfully into the audience: all of it sent a chill up your spine. 

“Jesus– I mean…Jeez.” 

Phew, that was a close one. 

You needed to relax. Maybe while you were here, waiting for Donnie, you could try and shake out the ‘ol praying hands. You were probably due for a talk with the Big Guy anyway. This was a judgment-free zone, just imagine Him sitting backwards in a folding chair and air your grievances. 

The kneeler groaned with your added weight as you shifted to get into prime prayer position. At least they had some velvet upholstery. The only comfortable way to sit in a church was apparently if you were on your knees in penitence. You fiddle with your hands, trying to find the best praying gesture. Folding your fingers, or the classic hands clasped together, palms flush? You kind of looked like you were trying to do some hand ninjitsu or something. 

“Just–” You take in a steadying breath, calming your nerves. “There.”

Once you have your hands positioned, you shut your eyes. For some reason, you felt a lot more relaxed now. Having to look at all the religious symbols was making you jumpy. 

And now, the moment of truth. 

“...”

Huh, that was weird. You didn’t even think anything, let alone say anything out loud. Let’s try that again. 

“...Ahem.” You cough.

Perfect. 

“Augh, this is so stupid. I don’t know what to say.” 

You sigh to yourself, reveling in your own self-pity. This was depressing. Sitting like this with your eyes closed was making you almost too relaxed, and you couldn’t think of a simple prayer. The only thing that came to mind was the bedtime one you used to do when you were a kid. Oh no, that was making it worse. 

How did it go again? ‘Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,’ or something like that. Your eyelids grew heavier with every word. 

Maybe you could just sit here for a second, just to calm down. You fell asleep in church all the time listening to the pastor’s sermons. How was this any different? 

—

Donnie punched the coordinates you sent him back into his T-Phone. For some reason, the results kept popping up as a church! Surely you didn’t mean to send him to a place like that. It just didn’t seem like the kind of establishment you’d want to hang out in. Especially in a…romantic context. 

Plus, he wasn’t too sure how welcomed he would be going in as a mutant turtle. Sure, churches were accepting of all kinds of people, human or otherwise. Wasn’t everyone made in His image? Even Donnie? His brothers, dad, and all the other mutants he knew probably didn’t look anything like what God was supposed to look like. But who was to say? He was a man of science, not theology. 

“Somehow, I feel like everyday we stray further from God’s light.” He sighs, landing on the sidewalk from the perch atop your roof. He felt kind of corny saying that out loud, considering he was now standing face-to-face with the titular building. 

The church…in all its divinity. Donnie gulped, all of the sudden feeling quite small. 

Looking at the GPS, this was the right place. And the tracking pin from your phone pointed in this direction. Even though your apartment was right there, just a couple of feet away. He could see your window from here too. Maybe he could just convince you to move your little congregation to your room instead? It looked so cozy from here, so familiar. 

No, that was ridiculous. Wherever you wanted to meet was fine, it was more than fine! The topic of your hangouts was sort of a sore subject with Donatello. Not because he didn’t want to do what you wanted to do, it was just…

Complicated. That was the best way to put it. 

“Oh well, here goes nothing.” Donnie cracks his neck, putting on a tough face. 

Gathering up all the confidence he could, he bursts through the large double-doors.

“EEP–!”

That wasn’t exactly the entrance he intended on making. The doors were thankfully pretty heavy, so all they did was slowly creak open. At least they didn’t slam against the wall. The ancient hinges screech through the empty hall, announcing his presence.

Donnie’s newfound bravery was replaced with sheepishness. Chuckling, he takes a quick look around.

“No big deal, I’m sure nobody heard that.” He whispers, tip-toeing forward. 

Behind him, the large doors seem to swing back closed by themselves. The loud CLICK of them shutting makes Donnie spin around. 

“No…that didn’t just happen? Was that a ghost? A Holy Ghost?”

The church was empty, save for one person at the first row of pews. They must be a regular here, the way they were bent over in prayer. He walked on, furiously texting you. This place was giving Donnie the creeps. 

“Where are you? Being here feels…kind of sacrilegious.” He winces, glancing around. 

Mindlessly, Donnie made his way to the very end of the pews to stand at the pulpit. The podium cast a long, intimidating shadow over him. Tearing his nervous gaze away, he landed on the person sitting at the front row. They must be pretty deep in prayer, their head was completely slumped over onto their hands. 

Donnie’s heart skips a beat, caught off guard by the patron. He almost forgot someone else was there. He was usually a bit high-strung all the time, but the eerie silence was making his skin crawl. 

Giving them a polite, if not slightly awkward smile, Donnie backs away. “Sorry, thought you were someone else…”

The only response he gets is a muffled snore. 

“Wait—“

Reaching out, Donnie pulls them up by the shoulder. Your head lolls to the side, your eyes slowly blinking up at him. 

This was no patron, it was you!

“Hey! What are you doing?” He whisper-shouts, shaking you about. “I’ve been texting you!”

In your tired state, it takes you a second to realize who just woke you up. And to realize that you were fast asleep. 

“ACK–!” You shriek, practically jumping up. “I– Wait, how long have I been here?” 

Donnie shimmies past you and places his hands on your shoulders again, sitting you both down. 

“Quiet down! What is up with your sleep schedule anyway?” He jokes, giving you a small squeeze. 

You had been having trouble sleeping lately, but how did Donnie know that? You smirk up at him, rubbing at your eyes. 

“It’s kind of the middle of the night. Not all of us are night-stalking vigilantes. Some of us have real jobs…during the day.”

You let out a yawn, shamelessly stretching out into Donnie’s personal space. He rolls his eyes, letting you fall into his lap a bit. He couldn’t argue with that logic. Nor could he protest to you hugging him. 

“Are you into church now, is that it?”

Huffing, you kneel back down to resume your prayer. Donnie follows suit, albeit a bit hesitantly.

“Only when they’re open 24/7,” you frown. “I just wanted to…y’know.”

You really didn’t know why. But, you were curious to see if Donnie could tell. 

He hums to himself while mimicking your pose, kneeling over and folding his hands. Watching his oblong number of fingers interlaced with each other is far more interesting for some reason. 

After considering it, he shuts his eyes as well. “Like Mcdonald's.”

You choke on a giggle, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle yourself. 

“…God? Are you there? Can I get a #5 with sweet and sour sauce?”

Donnie sounds like he has to hold himself back too. Eventually the two of you just crack and give in to laughter. Being together seemed to make you both forget how alone you were in the church. 

You snort, covering up your mouth in shame. 

“Alright, enough! This is a sacred place. Have some respect.”

But, Donnie couldn’t help but laugh at you even more. 

“Aww, that was adorable!” He gushes, poking at your cheek. And he thought he had a dorky laugh!

Damn, you couldn’t resist when he teased you so playfully. But you wouldn’t break. He continues prodding at you, waiting for your stone-cold scowl to disappear. Any minute now. 

“How can the sacredness of this place compete with how silly and cute you are? Honestly? What if Mcdonald’s is my church?”

You have to bury your face in your hands. With a quivering lip and shaky shoulders, you can only shake your head. 

“S-Stop.” You sputter, warning Donnie. He sure knew how to wield humor like a blunt instrument. Not quite as well as his bo staff, but still. 

When he finally stops his jabbering and poking, you flit one eye open. You look to your right, finding him staring at your face, and with such a smug smirk too. 

There it was. 

“Okay, I give. Uncle,” you grin, hands falling to your lap in defeat. “You’re so annoying sometimes.”

“You have no idea.”

You turn to give him a more earnest look. It had almost slipped your mind that perhaps your dates with Donnie shouldn’t consist only of witty digs and banter.

Tonight was date number four, and it was honestly sort of a surprise to you. A week ago, you probably would have sworn up and down you wouldn’t make it to two. Maybe you could chalk the record up to your boundless charm and dashing good looks?

Unbeknownst to you, Donnie was feeling the same way. Call it rejection anxiety or imposter syndrome, but he just didn’t think he’d be so lucky. Not only did you agree to a date, you agreed to multiple dates. As in plural!

You two sit in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. There weren’t any rules against just sitting quietly in a church at night, right?

“Thanks for coming here. My room’s kind of a mess right now, and the lair—“

You stumble over your words. That last part sort of just…came out. You cut Donnie off before he can comment on it though.

“Well, you know what I mean. It can get pretty crowded there anyway.” You wave your hand at him, dispelling any doubt. 

A tiny bit of sweat begins to form on Donnie’s brow. As if you actually think he didn’t notice your sudden change in tone, the way your voice hitched? He knew all your tells.

Still, he didn’t want to really talk about it either. He returns your small smile with his own.

“Yeah, crowded. Haha…” He chuckles. 

“Why must our rendezvous be hidden under the cover of night? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

The mood was getting a little too dour for a second there. Time to try to lighten things up.

“Ha-ha.” Donnie utters sarcastically under his breath.

“That’s it, you’re embarrassed of me. The public shame, the ridicule!” You throw yourself over his lap again, lying fully on your back. 

Your pathetic attempts to make Donnie flustered were admirable, but useless. Not even if you were making him sweatier. Calmly, he slides down an inch or two down the bench. “No, I just prefer the light of the harvest moon.”

As your head falls against the seat, you give him the stink eye. “We’ve got ourselves a real romantic here.”

You knew you guys couldn’t really go out on daytime dates. New York was still unfortunately not too keen on mutants. You suddenly felt sobered up thinking about it.

“Okay,” you sigh, sitting up. “Let’s just skip all that. How are you, what’s happening in the criminal underworld?” 

“Oh, you know. Foot Clan, petty thieves, same old, same old.”

You nod lazily along as he goes on.

“Actually, there was this fascinating article on genetic engineering I found! I was working on my retromutagen compound, trying to streamline the production process and whatnot. Just when you think you’ve used every kind of molecular centrifuge.”

Suddenly, he stops. He did have a tendency to rant about science stuff when allowed. His brothers usually shut him up after only a couple of seconds though. But you were silent. You were being so nice, it was actually making him blush. 

You cock your head to the side. “Lose your train of thought?”

“Uh, I don’t know?” He scratches the back of his head, looking over to you. “Just surprised you haven’t interrupted me yet. I know I can get kind of boring sometimes.”

Self-deprecation was sadly a part of Donnie’s core personality. You were used to it by now, but it was still a bad habit. Quickly, you slide closer to him and pinch at his bicep, snapping him out of it. 

“I’m sorry— Boo, boo.” You shove a thumbs-down in his face, mockingly wagging it around. 

He rolls his eyes, batting you away. “Please, don’t even joke about that.”

His tone was tired but not too stern. You pull away, throwing your arm over the back of the pew. 

“Seriously, I don’t mind. I don’t know all that much about science, but I do enjoy your infodumping. It’s like being back in Scholar’s Bowl.”

Donnie leans back, following your gaze with eagerness. 

“Do you really mean it?” He looks at you with awe. 

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully and you’re rewarded with one of Donnie’s rare smiles. The one that’s wide enough to show off his tooth gap. 

Damn, that was cute. 

“But, uh…what’s Scholar’s Bowl?” He searches around the room, trying to look for the answer in his head. “I’ve never heard of it.”

You shake your head a bit to rid yourself of the incoming wave of fluffy feelings. It was hard to focus on what he was talking about with his silly, adorable smile plastered on his face. 

“Just an after-school thing I did. It’s a bunch of quizzes, like a trivia competition?”

You watch as Donnie’s eyes fall back on you, and light up. You had a sneaking suspicion that he’d be interested. 

“So it’s like…a battle of intellect?”

“Yup, all the schools compete against each other. It’s fun and educational.” You muse, twirling a piece of hair between your fingers.

Weird, you didn’t usually do that. You drop the lock with an embarrassed smirk. 

Donnie, despite his reputation for being observant, overlooks your shy expression. The stars sparkling in his eyes must be obscuring his vision. 

“Educational and fun? That’s the best kind of fun!”

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, standing up to work out your restless legs. 

“I could have really used you on my team too. I was always shit at the science and math categories, my forte was pop culture.”

You feel a warmth spread through your fingers and toes, thinking about you and him like that. You two could absolutely demolish a trivia night, or Pictionary. With his book smarts and your…(arguably useless) pieces of random facts, your combined powers would be unstoppable. 

Donnie stands up too, walking behind you over to the side of the pews. There were plenty of hallways and rooms you two could explore, but the church didn’t have much else to offer. It was pretty, but that was it.

“Dang, I didn’t realize this place was so…” He trails off as he follows along. “What’s the word I’m looking for?”

You saunter over to the confessional booth nearby, peeking in to steal a look or two. You’ve never been in one of these things before either. 

“Ornate? Gaudy? Pretentious?” You slip past the corner to open up the curtain, beckoning Donnie to step inside. 

“I was gonna go with sanctimonious.”

He takes your invitation and takes a seat. The booth was only about as big as a cabinet, so it was awkward for him to sit in it. You whistle quietly before moving to the other side. 

“Nice word.” You admit. 

“Thank you.”

You shift around, finding yourselves in another old piece of wooden furniture. “You’d think they’d spend some of the tithes on more comfortable seats.”

Donnie kicks his foot against the built-in bench, shrugging. “You’re not wrong. Splinter used to have this saying: Riches are like the wind, you only feel it when it’s moving.”

You purse your lips together. “That’s profound. But you’re not the one who’s supposed to dispense wisdom right now.”

“Are you asking me to confess my sins?” Donnie sits up, trying to look at you through the privacy screen that separated you two. 

Shifting into therapist mode, you clear your throat and get into a more authoritative position. “I assume it’s been some time since your last confession?”

Ah, you weren’t joking. Donnie tosses you a perplexed look, his eye ridge lowering. Was this some kind of impromptu venting session? He decided to play along for now. There was surprisingly a lot he wanted to get off of his shell. 

“Oh boy, where do I start? I’m still grappling with the fact that I’m a young adult, with hangups and petty problems. I’m a recovering know-it-all, I’m overly-critical, I overthink and oversay basically everything–”

“Alright, let’s just slow down.” You shush, chuckling a bit. “I don’t think I’m qualified to handle…all that.”

Donnie sighs with relief, in spite of himself. He was thankful for you cutting him off, he was this close to oversharing too. He clutches at his chest, absentmindedly feeling his heart rate increase. 

“Sorry, I’m also a hypocrite.”

You raise your hands, trying in vain to pacify him from across the booth. This setup was a little too detached for your liking now, you wish you could go over and hold his hand or something. Anything to help him through his belittling talk. 

“No, you’re not. You can say whatever you want in here, that’s kind of the point.” You smile, peering through the screen. 

It’s hard to make out, but you think he shrugs again. You guess that was better than nothing. Donnie goes quiet on the other side, making you feel like you need to fill the silence. 

“Uh…my turn?” You venture. 

“Sure. Go for it.” His voice sounded only slightly less despondent. 

You take that as your cue. There was plenty for you to vent about too, but you might as well take this opportunity to voice some of your concerns. Nothing that pressing, just things that were lingering in the back of your mind. 

Maybe it would be best to phrase it in the form of juicy gossip. A spoonful of sugar. 

“Wanna know a secret?” You lean up to the thin material of the screen, whispering directly to Donnie. 

“What’s that?” He takes the bait. 

You take in a small breath through your nose. Hopefully he wouldn’t take this the wrong way. 

“I used to hate you.”

A beat of silence follows, Donnie going stock still. His brain seems to lag, like the internet connection cutting out for a second. He knew you were mostly kidding, but based on your shared rocky history, it wasn’t all that surprising. 

But, it was true. You two used to be more like frenemies, locked in a tense relationship of one-upmanship and bickering. It was cute, but rather exhausting for other people to endure. 

“Sounds about right.” That’s all he offers, causing you to take a pause. 

“I mean, only a little bit. I’m sure it was mostly the hormones, or the weird way I like to flirt. It’s more like bullying than flirting.” You scratch an invisible pattern into the side of the booth, sulking into your seat. 

“I know, I would have hated me too. If you think I’m a dork now, you wouldn’t believe how insufferable I was before.”

“I think everyone hates their past self, it’s not that weird.” You frown. 

The two of you look toward each other for a second before chuckling. To the uninformed observer, your laughs sound stilted, even a little forced. Donnie forgot that you two had that in common, the pessimistic tendencies. It wasn’t depressing though. If anything, it was comforting. You got one another, but you were never too enabling. 

“Guess we both have some sins to repent for.” He sets his head onto his hands, feeling slightly less agitated. 

You lick at your teeth, squeaking in response. “Yup.”

For a moment, you consider keeping the next confession to yourself. There was one more ugly thought that sat at the tip of your tongue, but it was embarrassing.

“I, uh…I also kind of hated April.”

Once you start, you don’t wait for Donnie to respond.

“We talked about it before, don’t worry. It’s all water under the bridge. But I knew I had a crush on you, even if it seemed like I didn’t.”

It pained you to admit, but it was true. You were actually pretty jealous of April back then, despite your active denial. Dealing with feelings was complicated for anyone, but being an audience to the love triangle of April, Donnie, and Casey was even more confusing. It was hard to be around them sometimes. You still don’t know how Casey worked into it, he didn’t seem like the type to get caught up in that kind of stuff. 

“It was a mess of unrequited feelings. That’s what it was. It’s actually kind of funny when I think about it now, hindsight and everything.”

You remember how diluted you were, so quick to reject your obvious feelings for Donnie in favor of resentment. You were convinced that you just didn’t like him, for whatever nebulous reason. Not because you secretly liked him and watching him rub his big, fat crush on April in your face made your blood boil. Those feelings were fleeting memories now, but they still weighed on you. 

Jealousy was just about one of the ugliest things to experience, and you feel the old guilt twist at your guts. Ugh, it was sickening. 

“Teenagers, am I right?” You quip, waiting for Donnie to chime in. 

Donnie takes in all your words, mulling them around in his mind before speaking. There was suddenly a lot more that he had to say to you. 

“I’m sorry for keeping this…whatever this is a secret.” He continues to hang his head in his hands, talking into his palm. “I know I’ve been avoiding talking about it–”

Even without the privacy screen, it didn’t take much for you to avoid looking at Donnie too. 

“You’re worried your brothers will tease you, I don’t blame you.”

“No, I’m a coward. It’s like– Why should I worry about what they think? I know they don’t mean to make fun, it’s just how we are. It’s not their fault though, I just don’t…” He leans back, vaguely waving his hands about. 

“Don’t want to–” You add. 

Finally, you both speak in unison. 

“Get my heart broken.”

The way your voices fold over one another, you swore it was like something out of a video game. You can see the little achievement banner now: ‘Embarrassing Backstory Unlocked.’

Your throat grows tight, and Donnie gulps. You both didn’t expect to be so on the same page. It was like you read his mind. 

“Spooky,” he concedes. “You’re really good at this confession thing.”

Slowly, your foot inches out of the side of the booth. You needed to get up again, the wooden seat was starting to make you really uncomfortable.

“You know me, always full of surprises.”

Donnie doesn’t hear the tiny shift of the wood or the sound of you sneaking over to his side of the booth. You stand at the other curtain, timidly rocking on your heels. 

“Same, only my surprises aren’t quite as charming. Some Mr. Right I turned out to be.”

He also doesn’t notice your presence just beyond the curtain. You were so close, maybe a little too close. You think you should stop yourself from overstepping a boundary, but you can’t help but reach a hand out to part the fabric. 

With a dry chuckle, Donnie shakes his head. This was supposed to be better, he was supposed to be different. Deep down, he knew he couldn’t stop the inevitable comparison to April. Why was he messing this up? The second-hand embarrassment made him cringe. 

Then, you grab his attention with the swift movement of your hand. You tear through the curtain and move to sit next to him. The small bench was barely big enough to hold Donnie, but you try to sit next to him regardless. 

“Uh!” He stammers, a redness coloring his cheeks. “I-I don’t think…”

This was definitely too close. 

But you don’t care. You needed to look him in the eye, no barriers or awkward feelings would get in the way.

“Why are you so concerned with being Mr. Right? Why not Mr. We’ll See, Mr. It’s Complicated.” You grab at Donnie’s face, urging him to keep his eyes on you. 

“Wha–?” He furrows his brow, his gaze trained on your lips. Eh, close enough. 

“What I mean is, why are you putting so much pressure on yourself?”

Saying it outloud, the answer was fairly obvious. But your question still stood. 

Donnie’s towering height didn’t deter you from leaning closer, craning your head up to maintain eye contact. Your steadfast and straightforward nature made him a little flustered sometimes, it was hard to keep up with you. 

But, he kind of liked it. You made him feel exhilarated, his heart hammering in his chest from both nerves and affection. His pulse echoes in his ears as he finds the right words. 

“Because I like you. I really like you and I don’t know what to do.”

His eyes go glassy for a moment, but this wasn’t the time to be sad. He couldn’t put all this pressure on you either. But it was the honest truth. He was smart when it came to science and inventions, but love? Real love was a mystery to Donnie. 

When you hear his honest, vulnerable confession, it rings true for you too. 

Slowly, you move your hands away from his face. Then you lean your head against his plastron.

Donnie moves only slightly to look down at you, an expectant expression on your face. Once again, you surprise him.

“I don’t know what to do either, if that helps?” Your lips draw up into a goofy smile. 

Seeing you look up at him so sweetly, Donnie’s heart thrummed even more. It was honestly making him a little dizzy. But there was no roadmap to a real relationship, and you were a completely different person from April. Certainly different from him, but that was good. He liked how different you were, even if you two had similar qualities.

“It does…” He sighs, his hand creeping up to palm at your cheek. “So, now what?”

Shifting the conversation back to the confessional, he smiles timidly and waits for you to answer. He could wait for however long you needed, the tiny room felt a lot less claustrophobic and a lot more relaxing all of the sudden. 

“Oh, right. Just do ten Hail Marys and five Our Fathers and you’ll be fine.”

You flick your hand up to sign the cross at him, signaling the completion of your confessions. There had been enough atonement and self-punishment for one night. 

Donnie’s chest rumbles, his laughter making your head move. 

“That’s not exactly what I meant,” he grins, lifting your head up to meet his own. 

The lilt of his voice makes your throat tighten up again. You didn’t really know why, but his body language was so much more confident than before. And who knew his voice had such an effect on you? You didn’t, that’s for sure. 

“What do you mean then?” You ask, genuinely curious. 

Before you know it, you watch as Donnie lets his eyelids drop and leans in for a kiss. For once, he forgoes talking and allows his actions to speak for themselves. 

For the first time in a long time, you feel your face begin to heat up. You didn’t get flustered that easily, but Donnie was being so…

Brazen. 

You don’t know if you should slap him or smooch him. Maybe you could lean into it, crash your lips into his even harder. There was that old competitiveness again, it was like how you felt around Donnie when you were younger. If anyone was going to pull the first move in this relationship, it was you!

But, you were afraid of what would happen next. You really didn’t know what would transpire here if you let yourself get caught up in his advances. This was God’s house, after all. You could just feel the disapproving look from up above. 

“Hey, Don.”

Donnie stills, his lips ghosting over yours. His breath is warm, and oddly tantalizing. 

Fuck, you were turning into a simp with every passing moment. How uncouth. 

His words and movements are slow, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Yes?”

“Wrong kind of booth.” You smirk. 

You move your hand to his plastron to push him away, only from Donnie to catch you by the wrist. The bold gesture ignites a fire in your belly. 

“Eh, I’ll just do another Hail Mary or two.” He shoots an indignant, cocky smirk right back at you.

“Wait, wha–”

Donnie flips the script and shuts you up for once, pressing his lips softly against yours. You feel a series of hot flashes overtake your body. As you start to feel motionless, your limbs go slack and your eyes flutter closed. It just seemed inappropriate to look at someone while you were…kissing. 

Kissing. Donnie was kissing you. You have a moment of clarity before you feel his tongue slide hesitantly along your bottom lip. Then, your mind goes blank again. 

You’re somehow frozen in place. The only movement you can muster is your lips parting slightly, your neck angling in such a way that lets you lean into him. A gasp of surprise from Donnie hums against your mouth as you deepen the kiss. 

For what seems like hours, the two of you commit a rather sinful act in the privacy of the confession booth. You feel your eyebrows knit together, reeling from the shameful display. 

Another sound from Donnie, a low chur, makes your eyes open again. That wasn’t a sound you’ve ever heard from him before. You separate when you see his eyes are open as well, staring unabashedly at you. 

He blushes harder, knowing that he’d been caught. “I’m sorry, you just looked so–!”

“You’re so weird,” you cackle. “If I didn’t find you so cute, I’d slug ya!”

Donnie groans to himself as he watches you step out of the booth, leaving him a bashful puddle of a turtle. He bursts out of the curtain, making you shriek in surprise and run away. Bobbing and weaving through the pews, Donnie gives chase as you put up your dukes, playfully inviting him to spar with you. 

“Hey, no running in the church!” He shouts, tackling you to the ground. 

“No! No, don’t tickle me! This is torture!” 

Your manic roughhousing is promptly ended when Donnie’s eyes travel over to a pair of shoes standing before you two. He travels up, finding a rather perturbed-looking priest holding a douter. He must have been in the process of putting out the candles when he caught two strangers coming out of the confessional to candoodle on the floor. 

His face was etched in horror as he pointed to Donnie’s face. “Is that a frog?”

Suddenly, your head whips around to look up. “Oh, shit.”

With all the color drained from his face, Donnie gingerly stands up, pulling you along with him. He is at an utter loss for words, and all he can do is stand there and sweat bullets. 

Thinking on your feet, you grab Donnie’s hand and hightail it out of there before the priest can react again. You would hate to have to deal with the wrath of God right now. 

Donnie, thankful for your decision to make a speedy exit, gladly lets you drag him behind you. Laughing a bit too loudly, he picks up the pace. 

“Peace be with you!” He shouts behind him as you make your way to the main doors. 

Right before Donnie can shut them closed, the priest responds out of habit. Perhaps he was just too shocked to do anything else. 

“And with your spirit!”

With an ominous thud, the doors shut on their own again. They slam in your bewildered faces. 

You wheeze, catching your breath. “I…I thought it was ‘and also with you!’”

Donnie shakes his head, a distant look in the eye. “It’s ‘and with your spirit’ now.”

All at once, your body tenses up and relaxes as you let out shaky laughter. Donnie’s shell knocks against the door as he laughs too, sliding slowly down. 

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs. 

“How dare you use the Lord’s name in vain!” You gasp, reaching out to take his shoulder. “Have you learned nothing?”

Donnie’s laughter dies down a bit as he picks himself back up, leaning closer to you. “Yes, I learned that I like kissing you.”

His suggestive (and frankly cheesy) attempt at schmoozing you makes your laughter stop as well. You bring your fist up to lightly punch his face away. 

“Dork,” you sigh.

“Jerk,” he smiles. 

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Anxious stomach

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregivers: Chan & Hyunjin

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Jisung was schedule to appear in a game show, which in and of itself wasn’t that much out of the ordinary. However, he hadn’t really done that without any of the other members present. This show would be a pretty big deal too with high viewing figures and a live audience present. Although Jisung was a little excited to make an appearance there, he was at least as nervous if not more because he wouldn’t be there alongside his members. The shoot was scheduled for the following day but Jisung already couldn’t focus on anything. He sat in Chan’s studio supposed to write songs but he just couldn’t come up with anything. His thoughts circling around the upcoming schedule only, making his stomach flutter just thinking about it. Chan and Changbin had caught on a while ago but didn’t mention it though the sound of Jisung tapping his foot was truly irritating the longer it went on. 

“Ji”, Changbin called, “Breathe.” He had called his dongsaeng’s name a couple of times, wanting to discuss a verse he had written but got no reaction. When he turned, he found the younger staring at a spot on the wall, face blank. Snapping out of his stupor, Jisung drew a shaky breath and looked up at his hyungs. Chan gently took his hand, noting how clammy it was, and hummed: “Do you need to take a breather?” The younger shook his head. “S-Sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about this show”, Jisung stammered, his leg bouncing faster now. “Yeah, we can tell”, Changbin said softly, “And that’s alright but if you need to step out, take a little break or something, we can do that.” Since it didn’t seem like their dongsaeng was going to make a decision anytime soon, Chan figured the best they could do was to distract him from his worries, so they kept talking to him a lot more, actively asking him for ideas, so he’d be forced to think about the song they were working on.

Not wanting his dongsaeng to have to attend such an important schedule while sleep-deprived, Chan made sure they went back to the dorm a bit earlier than usual. It was no guaranty that Jisung would get enough sleep, as he would most likely lie awake stressing about everything that could go wrong or ways he could embarrass himself in front of the camera but that a different problem. While Changbin went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed, Chan sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. Plopping down next to the leader, Jisung pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. “Do you want to talk about it?”, the older offered but Jisung shook his head. Picking at his nails, the rapper mumbled: “I’m just- I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve never- I’ve never done that with any of you guys there with me and I can’t stop- I can’t stop thinking about it and now- now my tummy feels funny too and-“ – “Sung, hey. Take a breath in between, yeah?”, Chan reminded softly. Nodding, Jisung drew a breath and shuddered: “Gosh, I feel like I need to be sick.” – “Right now?”, the older asked worriedly. Sure, the rapper looked pale but it had been a while since he had last worked himself up to the point of being physically sick. Shaking his head, Jisung buried his face in his hands and attempted his breathing exercises. “Not right now but my stomach isn’t happy at all”, he muttered, trying to slow his racing heart.

Once Changbin was done in the bathroom, Chan sent Jisung off to get ready for bed before the Aussie himself headed to the kitchen to make some tea. He hoped a warm cup of chamomile tea would ease his dongsaeng’s nerves enough for him to fall asleep. Chan had just dropped a teabag into the other’s favorite cup and filled it up with boiling water when he heard the boy cough. Wincing in sympathy, the leader sighed to himself. Jisung had probably started to hyperventilate again, choking on air. Chan quietly made his way to the bathroom as the younger’s cough sounded more strained. Finding his dongsaeng curled around the toilet bowl, he felt his hart break and crouched next to him. The leader gently ran his hand up and down Jisung’s smile and whispered: “You’re okay, Sung. Can you take a deep breath for me?” With trembling fingers the younger reached for his hand and clutched it tightly as he hiccupped, pitching forward with a retch. He just couldn’t seem to get a full breath in before his stomach would seize up.

“That’s it, get it all out if that’s what it takes for your stomach to calm down”, Chan hummed, patting Jisung’s back as the rapper choked up his dinner. The back of his shirt was already completely sweat-through, clinging to his skin. Slipping his hand under his shirt, Jisung could feel his stomach twist and turn under his palm. The repeated gags made his throat ached and there was a pulsing behind his temples from the strain. He was glad that Chan was with him. His vision had already started to get fuzzy around the edges and he was pretty sure he was about to pass out but his hyung was there, a steady rock in a stormy sea. Chan stayed with him as his throat contracted with useless gags, reminding: “Deep breaths, hm? It looks like your empty, so let’s try to breathe together, yeah?” The Aussie demonstrated one of the breathing exercises he knew his dongsaeng used to calm himself down. Jisung tried to mirror him and they breathed together for almost ten minutes, during which Chan flushed the toilet and pulled the boy into his arms. When he finally trusted the younger not to pass out, the leader helped him to his feet and handed him some mouthwash. “S-sorry”, Jisung mumbled, wiping his lips. Shaking his head, Chan denied: “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I made some tea, so if you feel ready to go to bed now, I’ll get it for you.” – “Thank you, hyung”, the rapper breathed, “For the tea and for being there.”

The tea had helped some and Jisung had been able to get at least a few hours of sleep before his alarm went off. Dread washed over him when he realized what his schedule for the day would be like. He was in a daze as he dressed and got himself ready to head out. Spending the car ride in a daze, Jisung let himself be whisked away to get his hair and makeup done. He felt shaky and faint as he leant into his seat, trying to breathe steadily. Not wanting to get scolded for picking at his nails, the rapper dug them into the armrests of his chair. His stomach cramped, making him wince. Jisung snuck his hand under his shirts and lightly ran his palm over his sore middle.

Jisung paced the dressing room, waiting to be called to go on stage. It had already taken longer than he had anticipated, which gave him all the more time to overthink. Delays weren’t really common when there were live audiences present, so he wasn’t really sure what was happening and why he had to wait. His pacing was eventually interrupted when a staff member came to inform him about a technical issue, which would need to be fixed before they could start. Jisung’s chest grew tight. The audience would surely be far more critical if they were left waiting beforehand. With shaky hands, the rapper unlocked his phone and texted their group chat. He just needed to talk to one of the members for a while, so he wouldn’t go insane while waiting.

What Jisung hadn’t expected was for a security guard to poke his head into the dressing room asking a manager if someone could come in. The rapper didn’t understand the hushed conversation, his eyes widening in surprise when the door opened further. “Hey”, Hyunjin smiled as he pulled his dongsaeng into a hug, “I have a photoshoot only a few buildings down the street and they need to make some adjustments to the set, so I asked if I could visit you while I have to wait.” Jisung nodded, taking everything in as tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn’t alone anymore. “Aigoo, don’t cry”, the dancer shushed, “Your makeup looks too pretty for that. Are you feeling okay? You didn’t throw up again, did you?” – “I- How’d you-“, the younger stammered, clinging to Hyunjin’s shoulders. Guiding the boy to sit down on a couch, the older whispered: “Heard you last night but I knew Chan was with you, so I figured I better give you some space.” Jisung hummed in acknowledgement, sniffling: “Didn’t throw up again but my tummy really hurts.” – “It’s okay”, Hyunjin smiled as he took a seat on the couch. He pulled his dongsaeng to lie across his lap and offered: “Do you want me to rub your tummy till either of us has to get back to work?”

The dancer’s tummy rubs helped a great deal, distracting him from his nerves. Jisung was lucky enough to be the first one being called up to work, so he wouldn’t have to wait on his own again. He hadn’t expected for the show to go over so smoothly after their initial difficulties but by the end of it, he had actually enjoyed himself despite his stomach still feeling weird. The shoot had almost taken the entire day, so when Jisung made it back to his dorm, he was winded. As he opened the door, all the members were there, cheering for him because they knew how anxious he had been before. “See, you got it over with and I bet you did just fine”, Chan praised as he pulled the younger into a hug, “I’m really proud of you, Sungie. You know that, right?” Rendered speechless by the surprise, Jisung could only nod against his hyung’s shoulder before the other members took turns hugging and congratulating him.

“How do you feel now?”, Hyunjin asked softly as he ruffled his friend’s hair. Smiling, Jisung shrugged: “Relieved, surprised that I actually enjoyed it, I don’t know. My tummy’s still weird but different.” – “I bet you haven’t eaten all day”, Changbin chuckled, “Come on, Minho-hyung made dinner and I bet after a hearty meal your stomach feel much better. We can also watch a movie afterwards.” It was a lighthearted evening after that and Changbin was right, the remaining weird feeling in Jisung’s stomach had been hunger, which was soon quelled when Minho served them dinner.

[jae-bummer]

My Idol 3: Part Eight

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Saturday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in a specific mission to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what four idols will move on to the second date.

My Idol 3: The Series

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Jackson took your hand confidently in his, eliciting a muffled cough from Insu. Shooting a look over your shoulder, you hoped it conveyed “if looks could kill, you’d be gasping on the floor right now.”

“I have to admit,” Jackson chuckled, leading you out of the hotel and toward the SUV. “Having us stay at the same place is convenient.”

You winced at the screams of My Idol fans from across the street. Shuttering and shaking slightly as you began to hear loud camera clicks, you instinctively turned toward Insu. He gave you a short nod in return. Even if you were irritated with each other, it was nice to have confirmation that he had your back.

When you were locked away in your room, it was easy to forget what was going on in the real world. It was when you poked your head out of the door, you were thrust back into the harsh reality of being in the spotlight.

Which had grown increasingly more anxiety inducing.

Assuming your negative reaction was directed at him, Jackson’s eyes grew wide as he paused at the open door of the vehicle. “No, I mean, I’m not saying anything that happened to you was good or positive. I just meant that - well...maybe I should just stop talking.”

You had never seen someone wilt so quickly before.

Laughing nervously, you shook your head. “It’s not you.”

Sliding into the back seat of the car, you eased over so Jackson could sit beside you. “It’s the fans. An unfortunate side effect of getting your house broken into and having a fan bum rush you on your last date is you become a bit jumpy.”

“Totally understandable!” Jackson gasped, taking your hand in his again. Squeezing your fingers gently, he leaned into your ear, “Nothing will happen tonight. I can promise you that, okay?"

“How valiant,” Insu scoffed under his breath. You could practically hear his eye roll.

You immediately furrowed your brows, shooting another frustrated look.

Oblivious to the exchange, Jackson looked up innocently to the third member of your date. “I’m so rude, man.” Sticking out his hand for a shake, he waited. “I’m Jackson.”

“Insu,” your body guard huffed, not even bothering to turn around.

“Sorry, he mentioned having really bad hemorrhoids when we met, so he's in a lot of pain when he sits,” you said quickly.

Jackson nodded along, both horrified and empathetic.

You were amused when Insu’s shoulders stiffened. You couldn't control how he acted, but you could certainly control how you reacted.

..

It wasn’t long before you had made it into the heart of Seoul, the car parking beneath an impressive skyscraper.

"I was hoping for a more low key evening," Jackson explained in his raspy tone as he helped you out of the SUV.

You looked up at the building, unsure if you could even see the top from this vantage point. "And what exactly does that involve?"

"You really think I'm going to tell you as we're staring up from the sidewalk?" he grinned, yanking on your hand. "Come see for yourself."

Laughing as you half ran to keep up with Jackson, you slid into the elevator as he pounded the button for the highest floor. Barely making it in before the doors closed, Insu grumbled as he turned his back to the two of you.

"Is he always in this bad of a mood?" you heard Jackson's playful whisper in your ear. His fingers stayed laced with yours, a habit that you were quickly adjusting to. Skinship on a first date was always hit or miss, but your date seemed to have an affinity for it. Trying not to reflect on it too much, you did clock how natural it felt. Jackson was the type to pull you into his orbit. Once gravity had you, it was hard to let go.

"He's absolutely no fun," you muttered back, furrowing your brows at the man in front of you. "Don't mind him."

You sure wouldn't.

As the elevator arrived to it's desired floor, Insu shuffled out before waiting to the side to follow behind you again. Taking in your surroundings, you tilted your head at the illuminated restaurant sign. It was something you had never heard before, but you weren't necessarily surprised. If it was in one of these buildings, you suspected it was far out of your price range.

"Jackson," you croaked as he breezed past the hostess smiling at the front of the restaurant. "Aren't we supposed to-"

"It's ours for the night," he grinned as he led you into an empty dining room. You paused for a moment, jerking him to a stop.

"I'm sorry, what?" you chirped.

"I told you I wanted something low key," he laughed.

"Sure, low key," you hummed, waving your free hand around the room. "Just rent out a whole restaurant. No big deal."

The smile slowly slid from Jackson's face as he watched you. "Is it too much?"

"No!" you nearly yelled, stumbling forward to grasp his arm. "I just...there's a bit of a learning curve here. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

This caused him to smirk before his eyes flicked up and down your body. "Hopefully this is just the start then."

Swallowing hard, you walked forward in a daze. Only one table was set for the evening and it was placed directly in front of a window, giving you the perfect view of Seoul at night.

Plopping into your seat, you vaguely remembered thanking a waiter as he tucked in the chair behind you. After your completely normal and down to earth dates with Jungkook, Hongseok, and San, this was a bit of a culture shock. Their version of low key had been similar to what you were expecting. Jackson's "low key" dripped with status and expense. It was what you had imagined when you thought of a stereotypical date with a celebrity.

Which, wasn't necessarily a good or a bad thing. You were sure Jackson had a completely human side. A side where he enjoyed going to hole in the wall ramen shops and eating at convenience stores. You also had a sneaking suspicion that he wanted to show the best side of himself, or at least what he thought the best side of himself to be.

"What made you pick this as a date?" you blurted, seemingly unable to let it drop.

Jackson's grin was patient. "You know, you can really make a guy paranoid about his decisions, Y/N."

Choosing to sit in the seat beside you so he could also see the view, he placed a menu in your hand. "I chose this because it was one of the first places I had enough money to treat my family to a nice dinner."

Who knew one sentence could immediately make your heart melt.

"My parents flew in from China, and I had gotten one of my first sizable checks from our label at the time," he continued. A waiter stopped by, pouring you both a glass of water, followed by whatever wine Jackson had preemptively chosen. "It was the first time I could really show them, with my actions, that they didn't have to worry over me any more. I was making more than enough money to provide for myself."

"Thank you for choosing to share this place with me then," you nodded, your eyes practically in the shape of cartoon hearts. What you had been overthinking had a much more wholesome explanation.

"Of course," he said nonchalantly. "I wanted to show you a piece of me. I watched Jungkook's episode and have to admit, I found a bit of inspiration. It's nice to take someone directly into a memory."

"I've loved every date I've been on so far," you said quietly. "All of you have been so considerate in your decision making."

"If we're going to do this, it's important to me that you become a part of my heart," Jackson said, his tone serious. "And to do that, you have to understand where I've come from and what I've done to get there. A mix of the good and bad make the foundation of a person, and a relationship. I'm not perfect and I want you to see that too."

"Believe me, I'm not perfect either," you reassured. "My mistakes just don't get as blown up as an idol's."

"I'm sure they do now," he chuckled, wiggling his fingers in mock surprise. "Congratulations, you'll hate it here."

You laughed, shaking your head. "It can get pretty consuming, not going to lie."

"It's a lot at first," he agreed. "Being put on a stage sounds like all fun and games until you actually have to perform."

"I suck at performing," you sighed, focusing in on your menu.

Jackson stayed quiet for a moment before reaching over and gently turning your face toward his. "Everyone does."

Holding eye contact with him for only a moment was intimidating. His face was incredibly expressive, and his current mood could only be read as passionate. It was incredible how keeping his attention was enough to make you feel like you were the only two people in the room.

"Excuse me, sir," one of the waiters interjected, breaking you out of the disorienting state of what could only be described as "The Jackson effect." Setting down a large plate in front of you, your date looked up with raised brows.

"We didn't order anything yet."

Just as he had gotten the words out, the waiter put down another plate. This one held a red envelope.

"This show has exceptional timing," Jackson laughed, immediately grabbing for the mission ahead.

You shook your head before covering your face with your hands. "That's a kind way to put it."

Popping the envelope open, he pulled out the thick card stock and began to read.

"See the world on your first date! Properly identify what country each of the dishes hail from or incur the penalty."

You looked to the spread in front of you with wide eyes. There were roughly six different (albeit small) stacks of food. "We don't even get multiple choice answers? Do you even realize how many countries there are in the world?"

"195," one of the PD's chirped happily. "But most of these come from well-known places, don't worry."

Another producer lightly smacked her arm, obviously flustered with the small hint their fellow PD gave.

"Most," you muttered, shaking your head.

"No, no," Jackson said with a confident nod. "This should be okay. I've gone a lot of places."

"I'm glad you have faith," you sighed. "Because I've suddenly forgotten every food I've ever eaten."

..

"The soup is definitely bouillabaisse," Jackson nodded. "That's from France."

"The elote is 100% from Mexico," you sighed, feeling lost.

"And pretty sure the risotto is from Italy?" he hummed, tapping his lips with a contemplative finger. "But the other three.."

"We couldn't have a Korean representative?" you grumbled, eying the other three foods.

"Or Chinese?" Jackson asked. "No Asian? At all?"

"There was no way they were going to go easy on us," you said, defeat fully taking hold. "I've learned that the hard way."

"We at least got three," your date smiled, looking up towards the cameras hopefully. "Right?"

"Yes," the PD who had unintentionally gave you a hint confirmed. "You got France, Mexico, and Italy correct."

"And the other three...?" you trailed.

"The cevapi comes from Bosnia," she pointed to the small pile of grilled meat that Jackson had loved. "The ful wa ta'ameya from Egypt."

"That's just a falafel," Jackson pouted.

"An Egyptian falafel," you grinned, jostling him with your elbow.

"And the skyr is from Iceland," she finished, pointing to something that you had briefly thought was cottage cheese.

"These are places I have never been," Jackson admitted, sitting back and crossing his arms. "It looks like I have many more trips to take."

Without skipping a beat, your waiter reappeared with another envelope. Groaning, you took it from him. This would be your first penalty, even though you and San had already failed a mission. You assumed the crew had thought his sprained wrist was enough of a punishment for the day. (Not to mention, and you wouldn't say this part out loud, but it probably made for enough good tv and they didn't need any more dramatic cuts.)

Popping the seal of the envelope, you yanked the card out. As you began to read, the waiter meticulously set small glasses in front of you.

"Penalty: The punishment for not knowing your food's country of origin is becoming familiar through their liquor. For every incorrect guess that was made, the contestants will take a shot of that country's most popular alcohol."

"This is a penalty I can vibe with," Jackson all but cackled as he rubbed his hands together.

You tried not to mentally panic. A flashback of your drunken audition tape played in your mind as you stared at the wait staff silently pouring shot after shot. You knew the PD's had picked this penalty as a personal jab at you. The headlines would write themselves.

Your silence caused Jackson to turn toward you, brows drawn. "What's wrong?"

Shaking your head, you sighed. "I'm not much for drinking."

"Oh," he said, spine stiffening as he turned back toward the table. Glancing up toward the producers, it was obvious that he was expecting for them to make a comment, but you knew the My Idol crew by now. They wouldn't be letting you skip a penalty for any reason.

Giving a small shrug, Jackson's smile bloomed full force. "I'll just take the shots for the both of us."

If your eyebrows could lift any higher, they would be in your hairline. "Jackson, no-"

You were horrified. Before you could even slow his motions, he was two shots down.

"The card doesn't explicitly say how many you have to drink," he hissed, another shot taken. Sliding one of the darkest colored liquors toward you, he hummed. "Sip on that and I'll handle the rest."

You watched slack-jawed as he did just that.

..

To say the rest of the night flew by was an understatement. Keeping an eye on your wine intake, you remained pleasantly buzzed as Jackson loosened up entirely. He wasn't a messy drunk, but he embraced the flirt it brought out of him. As if his natural movements weren't steam-inducing enough, he took on a relaxed version of himself. His hands had a knack for resting themselves on all of the most innocently enticing parts of your body. You almost fell to the floor when he held you by the back of your neck while you spoke, drawing small circles in your skin with his thumb.

You tried to ignore Insu's annoyance as the date came to a close and you were shuffled back to the hotel. After a mildly heated argument with a My Idol crew member, Jackson was allowed to walk you upstairs and to your room.

Camera crew in tow, it was time to close the chapter on yet another memorable date.

Turning toward Jackson, you heaved a sigh. Before you could even react, he boxed you against the wall with his lean arms, causing you to choke on your swallow. Jackson skirted the line of extreme goofiness and extreme sex appeal, flipping a switch with little to no effort. You had only caught glimpses of this side of him through the night, but it was potent.

Jackson bit his lip, his mouth only a breath away from yours. His eye contact was so intense, you were convinced your insides were melting. Mind a frenzy and heart skittering in your chest, your eyelids fluttered in an attempt to stay open.

"Is it forward of me to ask if I can have the honor...of being your first, first kiss on My Idol?" he purred.

"Jackson," you whispered, trying your best to keep your wits about you. The drinks on his breath were enough of an indicator that this may not be the right time, even if it may have been the right person. "You've been drinking."

"I wanted you when I was sober, Y/N," he cooed, removing one of his hands from the wall to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered at the side of your face, gently running the tips along your jaw line.

Suddenly, breathing became very, very difficult.

"I agree there is a certain pull between us," you reasoned. "But we have time."

"And if we don't?" he asked coyly, tilting his head as he held lightly to your chin. "If I go home after the first round?"

You weren't sure why you were arguing at this point. Your body was screaming for him to touch you, if only for a moment.

"Then you would waste a kiss on me," you said quietly. It was rough being reminded that you were in no way the one to determine your own fate. Each man had unfortunately left a reminder that it could be the last time you would be on a date with any of them.

Which brought up another conflict. How would the other guys feel if you were wantonly kissing another contestant?

"No kiss on you would ever be wasted," Jackson interrupted your thoughts. "But I won't kiss you until you tell me that's what you want."

You looked up at him wearily, conflict plain on your face.

"Silence is not consent either."

You let out a huffed laugh. "Doesn't the silence say enough?"

"I guess so," Jackson chuckled, his eyes searching your face. "I understand."

Leaning forward, you closed your eyes as Jackson's lips pressed softly to the right of your lips. Not quite on your cheek, but close enough to your mouth to cause your breath to catch.

Pulling away, he gnawed on his lip, dropping his hands at his side. "I should probably find my room."

"Probably," you whispered, a small smile playing across your face.

This caused him to smile as well, letting out a tiny, drunken giggle. "I had so much fun with you tonight, Y/N. Don't forget me."

You scoffed playfully. "I couldn't if I tried."

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[diolanza]

@medicus-mortem liked for a starter!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ––––––––

Music reverberated through the bar, weaving its way through the audience, enrapturing them and compelling them to look towards the stage. To the side, a fishman with pink hair and colorful scales glimmering in the stage lighting. They lounged on the edge of the stage, microphone in hand as they sang. A stand in the stage's center held a rope in the center, leading to an acrobatics hoop that housed the central figure that intoxicated a number of the bar's patrons.

Cupid moved about the hoop with ease, bending, spinning, and throwing back their torso when the music commanded. Their outfit was skintight, pink and covered in red hearts with feathers around the collar and with an open back so the audience could easily see their sculpted shoulders. As their routine went on, people hurried to the jar next to the singing Pizi, who'd smile and reach out to gently stroke the chin of a few lucky people. In that moment, it seemed that the song was for the few pirates in the bar graced with their touch, only leading to them pouring more of their life savings into the jar.

On the last verse of the song, Cupid pulled themselves into a sitting position on the hoop, their back facing the bar. Two sets of angelic wings sprouted from their back, leading to cheers among the audience and sung praises of their unique Devil Fruit. Cupid gently stepped down from the hoop, and took Pizi's hand in their own, their fishman companion having stepped onto the stage at the end of their dual performance. With Cupid's wings spread, the two bowed to the applause of the captured audience.

The two stepped of the stage and were immediately flanked by their two 'bodyguards' for the night. Eros's usually meek personality was replaced with on fiercely protective of his elder sibling, who was already being approached by an intoxicated man begging for their attention. On Pizi's side, Evanidus, whose glare was enough to keep a group of young women from swarming the two. The group sat themselves in the seats to the side of the stage that were reserved for performers only. Cupid was sat for mere moments before a particular bar patron caught their attention. He was away from the crowd around the stage, perhaps trying to be inconspicuous, but Cupid had seen his face in the newspaper that had come out after Doflamingo's defeat.

❝ Look who's here, ❞ Cupid said, annoyingly putting all of their weight into their brother's side. They nodded towards the man, grinning, ❝ Think I have a chance? ❞

❝ With Trafalgar Law? ❞ Eros squeaked, eyes hurriedly flickering between the two, ❝ Cupid, no, please. I really don't think talking to someone who hates- ❞

Cupid was already up, drink in hand, making their way to where Law was seated. Whispers followed them, no doubt because of the former Warlord's reputation combined with the fact that he'd gotten the 'angel's' attention. Cupid would have loved to see what Law had to offer and they'd readily accept whatever it was, but they knew the chances of ending up in his bed were slim. Instead, they felt they had a better chance of finding out more about his current state. If the Heart Pirates were up to anything, they were curious to learn what it was. If he didn't want to open up, well, at least they'd get to look at him.

They settled across from him and took a small sip from their drink. Regarding law with a smile, they began to circle the rim of their glass with a finger, ❝ Didja enjoy the show? ❞

[can-of-pringles]

Little Interruptions

Rating: Teen and up audience

Warnings: None really. Kissing, making out, it's a tad spicier than my usual work but it's really not that bad

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Peter and Marigold would really appreciate some alone time, except that might be more of a challenge than they thought.

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“Did she fall asleep easily?” Marigold whispered, looking up at Peter.

He had just finished putting Rosie to bed. He closed the girl’s bedroom door a bit, only leaving it open a crack. Looking through the small gap, he could see she had already fallen asleep, making Peter sigh in relief.

“Yeah, I think so. She looks asleep to me. And I only had to read her two books this time,” Peter answered.

He crept quietly over to where Marigold sat, practically tip-toeing in fear of waking his daughter up. Marigold sat in one of the big armchairs reading a book to unwind before bed. She turned a page before pausing her reading to speak.

“That’s good. She’s been sleeping so terribly lately… I don’t know what to do to help with her nightmares.” She frowned, furrowing her brows.

“Hey, it’ll be okay… I’m sure we’ll figure something out to help her, or she’ll grow out of it,” Peter assured. He placed his hands on Marigold’s shoulders, gently rubbing them.

She relaxed at his touch, leaning back slightly, and nearly forgetting the chapter of her book.

“Yeah, it’s probably a little phase. I went through the same thing when I was her age,” Marigold murmured. “But I’m just so tired of it. I need a break!” She huffed, tensing up again.

“Maybe we’ll finally get a break tonight,” Peter replied, trying to ease her mind.

“I hope you’re right… I just want some us time…” She sighed.

“That would definitely be nice.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

She thought to herself for a moment, allowing a small smile to show on her face. “Well, it looks like we have a break now… it would be a shame to let it go to waste.” Marigold whispered, turning slightly to look at him.

“You know what? I think you’re right.” He whispered back.

She grinned. “Yeah, as soon as I finish this page—”

Marigold gasped, dropping the book in surprise when Peter moved to pick her up out of the chair and hoisted her over his shoulder. “Peter! I said one more page!” She laughed.

“Sorry, what was that? All I heard was getting some us time.” He joked, carrying her to their bedroom.

Marigold continued to laugh, turning into a fit of giggles. She covered her mouth with her hand, attempting to muffle the laughter. He managed to shut their bedroom door behind them with his foot once they were inside.

“You’re so impatient.” She chuckled.

“Maybe so, but come on, we’ve earned this. And I didn’t want to wait another minute,”

Marigold felt him move his hands up from her thighs to her waist, and she giggled as he gently threw her onto their bed before he covered her body with his own. The brunette ran her fingers through his soft silvery hair as she kissed him. The moonlight coming from the window shone on his face and hair, causing the silver locks to look as if they were glowing. She pulled him closer, which should’ve been impossible considering how close they already were to each other.

Peter straddled her hips, keeping her in place under him. He slowly ran his hand along her upper thigh, then moved his fingers to her waist, then up to her ribs.

“You know I’m ticklish there.” Marigold chuckled. Before she could push his hand away, Peter caught her wrists with one hand and pinned them down.

“Maybe that’s why I’m doing it.” He teased her.

“You jerk…” She muttered in a playful tone.

His lips left kisses, trailing down from her neck to her collarbone. She closed her eyes, feeling pure bliss.

“What am I going to do with you?” She chuckled and sighed.

“I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to think about it,” he murmured in between kisses.

“How can I think at a time like this…” Marigold whispered, mostly to herself.

His fingers slowly traced her skin again, leaving a ticklish goosebump feeling. All her nerves felt especially sensitive.

She tried holding back her quiet giggles but struggled to do so. “We need to be quiet! Or Rosie’s going to wake up! All that hard work of getting her to sleep will be for nothing!”

“I’m not the one who’s laughing. That sounds like a you problem.” Peter joked.

“You’re the one making me laugh.” She pointed out.

“I think I know how to fix that,”

He kissed her on the mouth, effectively silencing her laughter. She practically sank into the sweetness of his lips, letting out a sigh of contentment. Peter loosened his grip on her wrists, allowing her hands to be free once again. Marigold eagerly placed them on his waist.

“Your lips are really warm.” He whispered. "Soft..."

“Glad to hear it.”

Marigold’s lips trailed down, leaving kisses on his jaw. She slowly stuck her hands up his shirt, gently touching his back. Peter’s breath hitched at the sensation of her soft, cool hands.

Marigold’s heart beat quickly in her chest. She could feel the excitement. They had been waiting for a good chance to kiss. Kiss like this. It was worth the wait.

The precious moment they had been waiting for all this time was immediately cut short. A loud knock at the bedroom door made them jump, instantly pulling away from each other.

“Come in!” Marigold stammered, her heart racing, although out of shock rather than the previous reason.

The door flew open, revealing little Rosie standing there in the doorway. “I had a bad dream.” She whimpered, clutching on tight to her duck lovie.

“Another one, huh?” Peter said, regaining his calmness surprisingly.

The little girl nodded.

Marigold sighed in disappointment, hoping it just sounded like she was tired; though Rosie couldn’t tell the difference between the two, anyway.

“Alright, com’ere.” She patted a spot between her and Peter.

Rosie ran and climbed into bed, settling between her parents; who helped tuck her under the covers.

“Same bad dream?” Peter asked, brushing back the hair in Rosie’s eyes.

“I don’t remember. I don’t think so…” She frowned.

“We’ll get this figured out, okay? For now, whenever you get a really bad dream, you’re allowed to come into our room and stay with us. Just remember to always knock if the door is closed, like you did tonight, okay?” Marigold consoled her.

“Okay, Mommy,” Rosie mumbled. She held onto both of their hands.

Peter felt her tiny grip loosen after a bit. He looked over to see she had already fallen asleep.

He chuckled softly. “She’s cute when she sleeps.”

Marigold nodded, pulling up the comforter on her daughter’s sleeping form.

“Well, that was fun while it lasted.” She sighed.

“Yeah, once we fix her nightmare problems, I’m sure we’ll get more chances.” He gave her a sympathetic smile.

“I hope so,”

They shared a quick kiss and then went to bed, accepting the sleep they needed.

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Awaiting Bloom

Narrated by Luming.

Narrator: The cake shop is already gone by the time I come back to the riverside, my only companions being the stars shining in the night sky.

Narrator: Even without the fish lantern, the water still glimmers from the rows of lanterns dangling along the streets.

Narrator: I spot the alga in a corner by the riverbank.

Narrator: The New Year's night air chills to the bone, but the alga stretches far to poke itself out of the water and look for its friend.

Narrator: I see, in the Lantern of Wishes, how the alga has waited for the goldfish year after year just like that, longing for its return.

Narrator: I bet the alga is going to feel really upset if the goldfish can't make it, right?

Narrator: When I open the bag that holds the goldfish, it comes jumping out of the bag and into the water. The goldfish has made it.

Narrator: The goldfish wasn't looking well because it'd been staying in the bag for a long time.

Narrator: As soon as it has landed in the water, the goldfish breathes as hard as it can and circles around the alga.

Narrator: The goldfish is trying to explain to its friend why it came late, how much it has missed it, and how happy it is seeing it.

Narrator: The alga moves with the ripples, its leaves touching upon the goldfish's scales ever so gently. The goldfish leans against the alga, seemingly feeling at ease.

Choose "They finally meet again."

You: It's great that they finally meet again.

Luming: I feel really happy for them, too.

Luming: I love stories with happy endings, but I understand that not every wish comes true, and that not all old friends get to see each other again.

Luming: Now that we're here in Miraland, there is something I want to do to make up for a past regret.

Narrator: The night breeze skims the water under the twilight, dispersing reflections and sending gentle ripples over the surface.

Narrator: I lift my head and suddenly notice that the fish lanterns have been arranged into groups, as if they were swimming across a canvas of starry sky.

Narrator: I think I've seen this before in my dream.

Narrator: They used to be Qin Yi's pet goldfish. They all left him eventually, though, and I wonder if he ever felt sad about it.

Narrator: But the New Year would only be a happy one if he is happy.

Luming: And I wish you a happy New Year, too, [Your Name].

Choose "I'm sure it's going to be a great year for me."

You: I'm sure it's going to be a great year for me, and I'm sure your wishes will come true. Happy New Year, Luming.

Luming: Happy New Year, [Your Name].

Luming: Look, there are still lights up ahead. I wonder if the street opera performance has ended. Since we have granted the goldfish's wish, let's go enjoy the festival.

You: Alright.

--

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: The lively crowd and the sound of music are not far ahead. Luming and his friend enter a buzzing ocean of lights.

Narrator: Just a few moments ago, when Luming passed by carrying the bag with the goldfish, the melodies of Remembrance of Dreams could be heard through the streets.

Narrator: Curtain drapes are drawn as opera music envelops the audience. Goldfish swim to-and-fro along the stage. The scene is as beautiful as a dream.

Qin Yi: Gone are the good old days... Our love was such but it will never come back...

Narrator: Luming halts in his tracks to the singing. He looks toward the stage just as a fishbowl is smashed into pieces on the carpet amidst the height of tension. The goldfish flails frantically on the thick carpet, desperate for water.

Narrator: Qin Yi notices the young lad in the crowd. Amid the crowd, only his eyes are shining vividly.

Narrator: But Luming stops for only a moment, for he has an important wish to grant.

Qin Yi: I hold no more grudge... For the world is mine for the taking...

Narrator: When the music ends, Qin Yi walks off the stage in a sea of cheers and applause.

Narrator: And gone are the souls, every last one of them, leaving the drip drop of water chilling to the bone.

Yueniang: What happened? Was there something wrong with the music?

Narrator: Qin Yi gives him an ambiguous smile and shakes his head. He looks toward the direction of the young boy, but he is nowhere to be seen.

Qin Yi: It's nothing. I just saw a goldfish.

Yueniang: Huh?

Qin Yi: Another year went by.

Yueniang: ...

Qin Yi: And it is the time that flowers blossom again.

Narrator: Qin Yi is deep in thought, as he always does when New Year comes around. He recalls having seen the young man below the stage before.

Narrator: When Qin Yi looked off the stage at Luming just now, Luming lowers his head to look at the goldfish in the bag in his hand, since it was jumping up and down.

Narrator: Their lines of sight nearly meet, but both their eyes are gleaming with light.

Narrator: At the edge of the stage, flowers blossom on a tree.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[queen-scribbles]

Since we all know I need minimal encouragement(ty Alex and Claire <3) to ramble about my children, Swallowtail family backstory incoming(mostly Orion and Minnie). :D

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Jas inherited three things from her father: green eyes, red hair, and serious wanderlust, though Orion had spent all of his shortly before the family came along.

He was part of an adventuring group, typical monster slaying/ruin delving for a handful of decades until the day they bit off more than they could chew. Ruined castle, infested with monsters, they heard. We can handle that, they said. No, we can't, they realized two dead and three wounded later. Orion was the most seriously wounded, not even conscious by the time they stumbled into the tavern in the nearest hamlet.

They got rooms for the next couple nights, got a healer to look at Orion and the less wounded. No healing magic, bc this was a very small town and the group's cleric was one of their dead. :)) With funds lower than expected since they didn't get the haul they were counting on, the healthy/walking wounded members skipped out on their tab, leaving Orion behind.

He came to a couple days later with heavily bandaged injuries, none of his friends around, and the kindly but exasperated tavernkeep informing him as the last member of the group still under his roof, Orion was responsible for the tab his "friends" ran out on. ("Some friends, if they just left ya for dead" the man groused, and he can't really argue with that)

The tavernkeep being a fair man, even if he has a business to run, offers to let Orion work it off since he has about 2 silver 3 copper to his name. They can start with very easy, light labor jobs like folding linens up to more demanding things as he feels ready, if he wants. Orion agrees--not like he has much choice since he can't exactly go anywhere and it would be dishonorable to try and weasel out. Turns out most of the bill is his room and the healer(he finds out later the tavernkeep and his wife paid for a couple extra visits; "We weren't gonna letcha die, lad") so it feels even more fair for him to work it off.

Minnie is the tavernkeep's daughter. Over the months of Orion recovering and ostensibly working off his debt, they become good friends. Orion has lots of tales from adventuring, always relayed with flair and a fond smile for the life, and Minnie an avid listener; patient and kind with his recovery, and charming besides. She falls for him first, but doesn't say anything bc she expects him to return to adventuring and move on soon as he's healed + worked off what he owes her parents. It's somewhere around the eight-month mark she slips up and says something around him, and Orion gently informs her he finished working off the debt two months ago, and was well enough to travel even before that(he does wind up with a limp, but it's not anything that would hamper traveling). The beastie that almost killed him knocked the wanderlust clean out; a more settled life sounds perfect to him now. Like, say, working at a tavern. Also, he's been sweet on her for a while, too, and just too tongue-tied to figure out how to tell her.

So they court, get married, take over the tavern when her parents are ready to retire. Orion has some fairly impressive scars he's always happy to spin a tale about. He has it perfected to enrapture any audience. Minnie knows running a business inside and out, charming customers and smoothing ruffled feathers with ease.

And then come The Girls. Delilah first, Maren a couple years later. When Mila follows, Orion starts joking about being outnumbered and when Magdala and Jasiri arrive in quick succession it turns to playful resignation. By the time Avalee joined the throng, it wasn't even a surprise. xD All the girls adore their daddy, even if Maren and Jas take after him the most, constantly asking for stories and piggyback rides. Delilah and Avalee are momma's girls, Mila and Magdala intent on forging their own paths--though they both have a fair bit of both parents in them.

They're a close knit group, the Swallowtails, though with Orion's wanderlust in their genes, it's not really a surprise when half of the girls turn to the adventuring life. They always wander back home from time to time. Until Jas gets her own kingdom and an angel boyfriend. All the sisters have accomplishments to their names, some further afield and some closer to home. All of them love each other. All of them make their parents proud.

(Minnie, Delilah, and Avalee are "civilian" enough I wouldn't give them offical D&D/Pathfinder classes, BUT I'd say Orion's a Ranger(Gloom stalker), Maren's a Bard, Mila's a Fighter, and Mags and Jas are both Clerics.)

[occasionally-writing]

Soft Love

A/N: AND IT IS FINISHED!!! I promised a DanYok fic and I finally got it done!!! I literally worked on this WIP for most of the day yesterday and most of the day today just to try and get something done and I have to say, I think I like how this turned out. I know it’s been a while since Not Me aired but DanYok is always a favorite of mine so I wanted to finish this fic. I really hope you guys like it!!  (This fic contains smut!!!)

Summary: After Yok punched Dan and they made up at the art gallery, Yok brings Dan back to his home to patch him up and feelings get unburied and things turn spicy in a soft way. 

Word Count: 2651

Rubbing up and down Dan’s back softly, his fingers tracing his spine, Yok pulled the older man closer and rocked them side to side, subtly trying to ease the trembling of Dan’s body. Burying his face in Yok’s neck, Dan sniffled and clung closer, basking in the warmth he thought he’d never get to have anymore. After everything that happened, Dan thought he would’ve lost Yok forever but it seems like his…like Yok had a big heart. Ruffling the back of Dan’s hair, Yok squeezed his shoulders and gently pushed him back, chuckling softly when Dan tried to hang on tight, like he was afraid Yok was going to disappear on him again. 

“Hey, I won’t run away, okay? I need to see your face,” Yok whispered, his breath fanning over Dan’s ear, making his body shiver before he did as he was told, sniffing as Yok met his gaze. Letting his eyes trace over Dan’s features, taking in the sullen expression on his face along with the tear tracks trailing down his flushed cheeks, Yok rubbed away the tear tracks only to see more fall as Dan leaned into his touch, his tears still falling. Peering around them, Yok sighed when he noticed that people were beginning to stare. “Come on. Let’s go to my house and talk. There’s too much of an audience here.”

“R-really? Are you s-sure?” Dan hiccupped, obviously trying to quell his soft sobs, slight whimpers falling from his lips when Yok reached out and brushed his fingers through his hair. Ducking his face as Yok intertwined their hands, Dan stayed quiet as he was led out of the gallery and towards the parking lot where Yok’s bike was waiting. Pulling the keys from his pocket, Yok turned the engine on and climbed on the bike, slipping on his helmet. Hearing Yok pat the seat behind him, Dan sniffled and slowly shifted behind him, twitching when a helmet was placed on his head. “...thanks…” 

Clipping the clasps to secure the helmet on Dan’s head, Yok turned back towards the handlebars and revved the engine, hiding a smile when he felt Dan’s arms circle around his waist shyly, Yok nudged the kickstand back and drove out of the parking lot, the ride staying quiet as they made their way to Yok’s home. Burying his face in Yok’s back, Dan took in the scent of motor oil and paint, something that screamed purely of Yok that it made him smile. Speeding up a bit when they were getting closer to his home, Yok pulled into the lot and slowed to a stop. 

“We’re here. My Mom’s not home. She recently started a new job and it’s going great for her,” Yok informed, removing his helmet and hanging it on the bike’s handlebars. Nodding softly to show he was listening, Dan pushed himself off the backseat, pausing when Yok reached out and unbuckled his helmet, leaving it on the seat where Dan was before. Waving Dan in as he strolled in the house, Yok didn’t need to know that Dan was following since he could hear the other’s steps close behind him. “Go sit on my bed. I’m going to get the medkit.”

“Okay…” Dan mumbled, watching as Yok disappeared in what he guessed was the bathroom before he sat down, the mattress soft beneath him. Listening to the other rummaging around in some cabinets, Dan held back a chuckle when he heard Yok swear and then something fall. Stumbling out of the bathroom with a groan, Yok rubbed at the back of his neck with an embarrassed grin and flopped down beside Dan, placing the medkit beside him. Keeping quiet, Dan just observed as Yok pulled out some supplies and got to work, dabbing a cotton swab in the antibiotic liquid. “I…I can do it.”

Giving Dan a deadpan look, Yok waited until he huffed and sat back, letting Yok move forward to start dressing his wound.  Being as careful as he could, Yok whispered out soft apologies every time Dan twitched from pain, their eyes meeting once Yok was done, their faces so close together that Yok could see the slight freckles Dan had littered around his cheeks and nose. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yok kept his gaze on Dan while he put everything back, not needing any bandages since all Dan had was a split lip. Slipping the medkit to his bedroom floor, Yok shuffled closer to Dan and reached out, his hand softly cupping the ex-cop’s cheek, his thumb carefully smoothing over his wound.

“What made you come to the art gallery? I know you said you missed me but…” Yok whispered, his voice soft as if he was afraid it would break the quiet air around the two. Letting his eyes trail down to Yok’s lips, Dan licked his own and winced when it irritated his wound, his own hand reaching up to hold onto Yok’s wrist, making sure to keep the other’s hand against his face. Feeling his eyes do the same, Yok bit back the urge to lean in and capture Dan’s lips, obviously wanting an answer before they did anything. “Hm?”

“You said I should see the finished project…so I was just going to take a peek but then I saw you and…I couldn’t leave without trying to talk to you,” Dan sighed out, his voice displaying everything he was feeling in that moment, the longing and sadness heavy in his tone. Meeting Dan’s eyes again, Yok found himself shifting closer, their noses brushing and their lips just a breath away from each other, yet not making the move to have them meet. Leaning forward himself, Dan laid his forehead against Yok’s, shuddering when Yok’s free hand moved around his head, his fingers brushing through his hair once more. “I know I deserved that punch and more…how do you not hate me, Yok? You honestly should…I betrayed you in the worst way possible…so why?”

Letting his eyes close when Dan’s pained voice met his ears, Yok held back the tears that were burning his eyes and threatening to fall if he didn’t close them. Giving gentle shushes when he felt Dan’s body tremble again, Yok rocked them and pulled back slightly so he could press a gentle kiss to Dan’s forehead, shocking him enough to gasp and their eyes to connect. Rubbing his thumb against Dan’s cheek now, Yok’s eyes moved down to Dan’s lips again, the urge to kiss them coming back strong and to the point where Yok couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Taking in a deep breath when Yok’s lips met his own, Dan bit back a whimper and desperately pulled Yok closer, the younger man almost in his lap as his thighs looped over Dan’s. Wrapping his arms around Dan’s neck and deepening the kiss, Yok nibbled his bottom lip causing a groan to slip through Dan’s lips. Swiping his tongue in, Yok let out a moan of his own when their tongues looped in Dan’s mouth, the heat making both of them dizzy enough to pull away, their eyes dark with lust as they panted for breath against each other’s lips. Leaning forward to press another kiss to Dan’s lips, Yok moved to take off his shirt but was stopped by Dan.

“A-are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty despite his clear wanting to keep going. Pausing at this, Yak swallowed and slowly settled further into Dan’s lap, his thighs now circling his waist with their hips pressed firmly together. Moving his arms around Yok’s body, Dan let his palms rest against Yok’s lower back, his thumbs peeking into his shirt. Meeting Dan’s eyes, Yok already knew his answer so he continued with what he was doing before and tossed off his shirt, the clothing flying somewhere in the room and Yok found that he couldn’t care less on wherever it landed. “Yok…”

“No more questions…I want this and I have a feeling you do too,” Yok whispered, his fingers gently tugging the hair at the back of Dan’s neck, causing him to gasp and jerk his hips into Yok’s. Thrusting forward when Dan’s hands cupped his ass, Yok grinned and leaned forward, nibbling down his neck and pressing a kiss at the point where Dan’s neck met his shoulder. Not wasting any time as well, Dan untucked his shirt from his pants and chuckled lowly when Yok couldn’t wait and yanked the shirt off him himself. “That’s more like it.”

Smashing their lips together hastily, Yok continued to move his hips into Dan’s, their moans loud in the quiet room. Pulling back with a grumble, Yok leaned back when Dan moved to unbuckle his belt, Yok doing the same with his jeans button. Rolling out of Dan’s lap to kick off his jeans, Yok gasped when Dan appeared on top of him and pinned him, his pants opened up but not yet off. Biting back a groan, Yok threw his head back as Dan buried his face in his neck, nipping at the skin enough to leave a mark. 

“Hurry, pants off!” Yok demanded, his voice deep with lust and want. Trailing his nose back up Yok’s neck, Dan bumped their foreheads together and attached their lips, releasing Yok’s hands so that he could do as the younger man said. Obviously impatient, Yok huffed and grabbed onto Dan, spinning them until Dan was the one on the bottom and Yok was on top, his hands pulling Dan’s garments off, underwear and all. Bringing the sheets into his fist, Dan just watched as Yok ripped off his own boxers, leaving them both bare. “Do you want to top or bottom?”

“....” Not knowing what to say, Dan felt himself choke up for some reason, the realization of what was currently happening finally dawning on him. Noticing the way Dan seemed to freeze up, Yok glanced up and felt worry bubble inside him, the look in Dan’s eyes causing him to pause all advances and reach up, slotting himself between Dan’s legs until they were face to face. Cupping Dan’s cheeks, Yok lifted his face and mumbled soft words when he took in the way Dan’s eyes were wet with tears that had yet to fall. “I’m sorry! I just…it’s just a lot…I didn’t think you’d want me anymore.”

Shaking his head to dismiss whatever Dan was whimpering, Yok brought their lips together in a soft kiss, the hot lust they were feeling previously now fading into something softer and less urgent. Pulling away to press tiny kisses to Dan’s eyes, Yok pressed one to his nose and grinned when it made Dan scrunch up his nose much like a rabbit would. Brushing his lips against Dan’s forehead, Yok continued to comfort him until he felt Dan’s hands cup his waist, pulling him close enough to where he was pressed against his entrance. Not questioning him, Yok reached towards his nightstand and grabbed the lube. 

“I’ll have to prep first…can I?” Yok asked, wanting to make sure that Dan truly wanted this. Nodding softly and letting a quiet, ‘yes,’ slip through his lips, Dan willed himself to relax when the click of the lube bottle echoed in his ears and the feeling of Yok’s fingers entered him. Taking it slow and being as gentle as he could, Yok waited until Dan was completely relaxed and prepped properly before he lubed himself up and pulled Dan closer. “Okay…ready? I’ll go slow so tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” Dan whispered, his eyes fluttering closed when he felt Yok enter him, a gasp escaping his lips that made Yok pause, not moving an inch. Taking in a deep breath, Dan let his eyes open once more, their gazes meeting which let Yok know that he could move, not stopping until he bottomed out. Letting out a breath, Yok moved Dan’s legs until they were looped around his waist, leaning down until their chests were almost meeting and they were face to face. “Yok, it feels good…”

Feeling a blush rise on his cheeks when he noticed Yok observing him, Dan let go of the sheets so that he could hold onto Yok’s shoulders, squirming slightly so he could bury his flushed face into Yok’s chest. Chuckling softly at the sight, Yok slowly began to move, keeping his pace soft and slow, allowing Dan to feel everything and more. Whining when he felt Yok cup his cheeks, Dan didn’t fight his head being lifted, their eyes meeting just as Yok entered Dan again, a soft sound escaping both their lips at the feeling. 

“I love you,” Dan whispered, his tone heavy with so many feelings that Yok couldn’t pinpoint which one was stronger at the moment. Yok knew that he would have to work through their feelings but right now, his attention was just on Dan’s lips as he kissed him again. Pulling back to press their foreheads together, Yok felt his pace beginning to falter as the heat in his abdomen grew smoldering, warning him that he was close and by the way Dan was tightening up, Yok knew he was close as well. “Y-Yok…not going to last…please…”

“Me neither, m’close,” Yok moaned, his pace quickening to the point that the bed was beginning to shake beneath them. Not helping the cackle that slipped free, Yok grinned at Dan, who grinned as well, their lips meeting just as Yok wrapped his hand around Dan, jerking him at the same pace as his thrusts. Letting out a gasp, Dan pulled away from the kiss and buried his face in Yok’s shoulder, his arms pulling him into a hug. Hugging Dan just as close, Yok buried his face in Dan’s neck and nipped it. “Oh, god.” 

Holding Dan close when his body shuddered and he reached his orgasm, Yok held him through it and not too long after, Yok found himself shaking through one as well, his member being squeezed as Dan’s release began to settle. Rubbing his fingers through Yok’s hair and holding him until his body gave out and he fell onto Dan’s chest, Dan pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead and hissed when Yok pulled out, Yok rolling to the side so he didn’t crush Dan again. Reaching out for Yok’s hand as they both panted for breath, Dan slowly turned his head and smiled when he noticed that Yok was already looking at him, his gaze soft as the afterglow of what they did flowed through their bodies. 

“I know you’re probably tired but I think we need a bath…can you stand?” Yok teased, his grin making a snort leave Dan’s lips, a weak smack aimed for the younger man’s chest in protest. Pushing himself up carefully, Dan made a face when he felt Yok’s release slipping out of him. Doing the same with a huff, Yok rolled off the bed and moved to stand in front of Dan, not caring that he was bare for the other’s eyes. “Come on…I’ll set up the bath. Let’s wash up now and then we can cuddle and get some rest…I know we have a lot to talk about but we can do that tomorrow or something.”

Knowing that Yok was right, Dan nodded softly and reached out for the hand Yok lent out for him. Wincing at the slight ache he had, Dan grumbled something illegible when Yok snickered at him and allowed himself to be led towards the bathroom, the promise of a nice warm bath sounding wonderful at the moment. And even though there was a lot to talk about, Dan found himself dozing off as he was laid back against Yok’s chest, the feeling of the warm water and Yok’s arms holding him making him feel safe for the first time in a long while.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Based on the prompt “is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Where’s it from? Idk. I just barely remember the prompt itself.it just screamed Aegon to me and this shit popped out.

The day had been long and tiering for your feet that throbbed with ache within your uncomfortable shoes. You were more then thankful of the fact that the day was finally drawing to a close and that you could let your guard down within the confines of your chamber; Indulging yourself with prospects of having a proper soak in the bath to ease the tension in your muscles.

Your body pleaded you for rest, your eyes had begun to weigh heavy with fatigue and your mind was slowly cloaked over by a blanket of fog, all of it gradually piling up on one another within the time it took you to enter your chamber no less. So much so that you almost didn’t account for the fact that there was a human shaped figure upon your bedsheets until you moved away from the now locked door, locking eyes.

You sharply inhaled the breath within your throat, clasping your hand over your chest before addressing the very much naked male. “Aegon, is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” The prince simply shrugged, acting as though this was quite the common occurrence within the Keep when it really wasn’t. “I overheard that you were having a bad day and I merely wished to surprise you, my dearest.” He claimed, smirking when he noticed the effort you put in keeping your eyes above a certain level of his bare body.

“Though it seems to me that you’re trying to protect what semblance of honour I have left by averting your gaze from the…less descent aspects.” Aegon continued as he removed himself from your bed and walked behind you so he could press his body against your clothes back as rest his head on your shoulder, his breath skimming the lobe of your ear and neck, causing the goosebumps to arise. “You’re allowed to look you know…but you’re encouraged to touch as well if it relives you of the stress.” He whispers hotly, his hands clambering up your arms and rest on your shoulders as they began to knead the aching muscles there, causing you to groan.

“What’s your motive Aegon, your not normally this…giving.” You asked as his calloused fingers began to massage the base of your neck. You hear him huff as he moved to stand in front of you, his fingers now toying with the hairs on your neck as he leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m trying to show my appreciation for everything that you’ve done for me and here you are questioning my motives.” Aegon’s observant eyes gauging even the most minute expressions your body subconsciously gave in terms of enjoyment.

“I’m hurt y/n, truly you wound your prince. Though I’m not entirely against you making up for it through more…intimate means.” He purrs seductively, gently cusping your jaw in his hand, running his thumb back forth across it. To feel Aegon’s bare body pressed up against yours brought forth a feeling from the pit of your stomach; One you couldn’t quite describe as either lust nor disgust. It wasn’t in between either; His body was beautifully sculptured from porcelain and the heat coming off of him only made you yearn for sleep even more, though preferably within the residency of his arms.

As tempting as Aegon was trying to come across, you didn’t feel it within you to indulge his sexual fantasies tonight, already having exhausted yourself enough as it is and peeled yourself away from him to your side of the bed before starting to undress yourself by removing your shoes first. “As nice as that sounds my prince but I fear I maybe too tired to indulge you in those sorts of physical practices. I wish for sleep more so then anything you could offer.” You offhandedly told him, tucking yourself beneath the covers after successfully changing into your nightwear, too tired to care about the audience of one you had stare into your back.

“That tired huh?” Aegon asked, tucking himself next to you under the covers. You hummed, thankful that he has stopped his advances for the night, just this once. “Would you allow me to hold you as you drift off?” It was strange to hear him ask but you didn’t have the heart to interrogate him further and instead burrow your head into his pale chest, allowing yourself to drown in his warmth as a sigh of relief escapes your lips. Aegon chuckles, bringing his arms over you in means of pulling you closer so that you were flushed against his side, pressing a kiss to your forehead before resting his against it so you were face to face. “Good night, dearest. I shall be here when you awake.”