#the earring fact lives in my brain rent free

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"So you're matching with your brother!"

"...Don't say such disgusting things."

"I think it's nice! I know now that you and your brother are really close."

- About Silvio and Rio's earrings

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it's a bad idea (fuck it, it's fine) — part 1

Summary: your housemates give you an offer you can't refuse. What's the worst that could happen? Pairing: Jenson Button x fem!reader, Fernando Alonso x fem!reader, Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader, Mark Webber x fem!reader Warnings: smut, dirty talk, mild degrading, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, fingering, slight nipple play, hinting at m/m, mentions of free use, *gasp* and they were room mates Word count: 1.9k

Part 1 of the Fuck It series

The arrangement was, frankly, absurd. Had the offer come from anyone other than Jenson, you would have kicked them so hard they wished you had punched them instead. Part of you hoped he would have forgotten what he had said while heavily under the influence of too much champagne, but luck was not on your side. 

"Have you thought about my offer?" Jenson asks, innocently blowing on his coffee, making you choke on air. 

"The offer in which I pay my rent by, wait let me check my notes. Ah, yes, 'fucking you'," you reply, voice a lot steadier than you feel. Because truth be told, it had been impossible to not fantasise about getting railed into next week by him- by any of them. Oh, you were well aware of how much your life had become the plot of a rom-com ever since your landlord decided to be an absolute greedy bastard. Become a live-in house sitter for 4 millionaires they said, it'll be fun they said. Liars.

"Oh come on, it'll be mutually beneficial," Jenson argued. 

"Proud of you for using your big boy words, pretty boy but how exactly is this gonna end up in anything other than disaster?" 

"He's hungover and a himbo, why are you bullying him?" Mark mutters, voice still rough with sleep as he literally picks you up and unceremoniously plops you down on top of the counter. There are days where you curse your small stature and his strength, especially when it leaves your brain stuttering to process getting manhandled. 

"We'll set rules. All I'm saying is we're all adults-.." You can't help but snort at that. "Fine, whatever. I'm just saying that I've seen the way you look at them, seen the way your eyes flash with lust and I am pretty sure some truly filthy fantasies, and I know I can speak for all four of us when I say we would love to help you realise those. Also, we don't need your rent money and this is just so much more fun." Well then. You just got read for filth before even having had your morning coffee. Fuck him for seeing right through you. 

"Where's your sense of adventure, nena?" Fernando comments, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"Right next to my 'I survived Multi-21' t-shirt," you mutter. It's a low blow, but getting bullied into sleeping with four drivers makes it hard to think.

Mark shoots you a look, eyebrow raised. 

"The mouth on you," he comments, "Seb was very apologetic. Made it up to me in the best possible way. In fact, I should make you apologise to the both of us the same way, sweetheart. On your knees." He whispers the last part in your ear and you cannot contain the whimper that comes out at his thinly veiled threat.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being made to kneel and take cock like the good little girl you are, hm?” 

“Mark-..” You have no idea how to respond to that and keep your dignity in tact. You try to look away but Mark takes your chin between his forefinger and thumb.

“I asked you a question sweetheart. Are you gonna be a good girl for us?” His thumb tugs on your bottom lip and all rational thought leaves you as you nod. 

“Mm, knew JB was right about you. Takes one to know one, I suppose.” You can hear a muffled what the fuck’s that supposed to mean? from the living room as Mark helps you down from the counter. You hadn’t even noticed the McLaren teammates had left the kitchen until just now. 

“On your knees, sweetheart,” Mark nudges you and you sink down onto the floor. The small kitchen runner is the only thing protecting your knees from the cold hardwood floor, but the prospect of sore knees is quickly forgotten now that you’re at eye level with Mark’s crotch. You can clearly see the outline of his hardening cock against his shorts and it has your mouth watering. Mark chuckles as he notices the hunger in your eyes.

“You’re lucky Seb is out for a run. Or maybe I’m the lucky one, getting to fuck this mouth all by myself.” The whimper you let out is involuntarily as you eagerly watch him hook his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down far enough to free his cock. You scoot a little closer, taking him in your hand, tongue darting out to lick away the bead of pre-cum. Mark hisses, head thrown back and that’s all the encouragement you need to suck the tip into your mouth. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he says, sounding absolutely wrecked already despite you not even having done anything yet. 

“You said something about fucking my mouth?” Mark looks down at you, pupils completely blown and he grins so wickedly, it leaves you breathless. 

“Are you absolutely sure sweetheart?” As you nod in response, he gathers your hair into a ponytail in his fist, angling your face. “Alright then. Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much and I will stop, okay?” 

“Okay,” you parrot, and move your legs apart ever so slightly to stabilise yourself. Mark drags the tip of his cock across your lips and you open up for him. He slides in, careful to not immediately choke you. You relax your jaw as much as you can, but god it’s been so long since you last did this. Mark sets a slow rhythm, letting the both of you adjust. Looking up at him through your lashes, you can see how he’s trying to hold on to the last shreds of self control, and well. That just won’t do. 

“Mark,” you say, slightly out of breath as you pull back, “you taunted me with using me. So for the love of God, fucking use me.” Mark chuckles and the sound has you aching. He tightens his grip on your hair and slides his cock back into your mouth. Resting your hands on his thighs, you close your eyes as he finally delivers on his promise. The sounds are obscene and if you had a functioning brain cell left, you would have been concerned about the two of you doing this in the kitchen, but as things stand, the only thing you can focus on is Mark’s throbbing cock inching down your throat. Forcing yourself to open your eyes, you look at him as you swallow around him. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m not gonna last, sweetheart,” he groans, pulling back. You hollow your cheeks while taking deep breaths through your nose, pulling another string of curses from the Aussie. You can feel his cock throb as he grunts above you.

“Gonna-.. Fuck.. So good, you feel so fucking good..” he mumbles, and throws his head back as he comes. 

“You better not swallow, Schatzi,” comes a voice from the doorway. Who are you to disobey? Mark pulls out carefully, tucking himself back into his shorts while Sebastian helps you up from the floor. He carries you bridal style into the living room, placing you down on the couch next to Fernando. 

“Show Nando, baby,” Sebastian all but coos and you carefully open your mouth. The underlying relationships? Questionmark? between your housemates makes your head spin, but judging by the way Fernando’s eyes darken, Sebastian knows something about the Spaniard you don’t. 

“Can I kiss you, nena?” he asks and all you can do is nod. Fernando cradles your cheek, pressing an almost chaste kiss against your lips before he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips. The moan he lets out as he tastes Mark on your tongue has you throbbing. When you break apart to catch some air, Sebastian leans closer and licks away the few drops of cum that spilled when Fernando kissed you. Am I dreaming? you can’t help but wonder. Out loud apparently.

“Very much awake, doll,” Jenson grins as he kneels in front of you, “Something tells me you’re absolutely soaking. Mind if I give a hand? I do so love making people come with my mouth,” he adds and you’re quick to raise your hips so he can pull down your panties, much to Jenson’s amusement. He pushes your oversized shirt up higher and parts your legs. Sebastian moves your face so he can steal a kiss and you moan into his mouth as Jenson drags the flat of his tongue over your oh so sensitive clit. Their hands are everywhere it feels like. You’re pretty sure Fernando has one up your shirt, teasing your nipple while he kisses your neck. Jenson’s are curled around the inside of your thighs as he holds you open for him while Sebastian has one hand on your cheek as he kisses you; the other mirrors Fernando’s. Needing something to hold on to, you bury a hand in Jenson’s hair. He sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning against your cunt as you tug. Breaking the kiss, you throw your head back with a moan of your own while you grind against Jenson’s tongue. 

“Need.. Fingers.. Please, Jenson, need your-.. Fuck, oh God..” Despite your incoherent state, Jenson understands what it is you’re asking of him as he carefully slides two of his long fingers inside of you. Sebastian and Fernando manage to strip you of your t-shirt, both of them taking a nipple into their mouth. 

“I’m so-.. So close.. I’m gonna cum, please can I cum?” you whimper. Fernando mutters a yes against your skin and something snaps; Your back arches as your orgasm hits you and for a moment you forget how to breathe. The loss of Jenson’s fingers makes you whine but your housemates more than make up for it when Fernando grabs his wrist in order to bring Jenson’s fingers to his mouth, moaning as he tastes you. 

“Just as I thought, you taste delicious nena,” the Spaniard comments with a grin. These men will be the death of me, you can’t help but think while Seb accepts the glass of water Mark hands him. The German driver helps you take a few sips as you slowly return into your body. Something tells you that this only scratches the surface of their underlying dynamics and you are dying to delve deeper.

“Told you it’d be mutually beneficial,” Jenson jokes, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“God, I hate that I’m saying this because your ego is fucking big enough as is-,” you start only for Jenson to interrupt with a that’s not the only thing that’s big, doll which makes you roll your eyes.

“I was gonna agree to your plan, idiot. You proved your point. Twice over. I- eh.. I can see the appeal,” you continue before downing the last of the water. The four men share a look that you can’t quite decipher and it makes you wonder: just what did you exactly sign up for? You pull your shirt back on, suddenly very aware of the fact you’re naked, needing something to act as a barrier between you and this crazy idea. 

“How about we discuss the details after breakfast? Don’t know about you, but I am starving,” Mark breaks the silence. You nod gratefully and let Sebastian pull you to your feet. A part of you is excited to see where this.. arrangement will lead you, but you’re also apprehensive that you might be about to bite off far more than you can chew. 

Welp. Here we go I guess. Updates are gonna be slow on this, so please temper your expectations. Ideas have been brain stormed, things are brewing in the ol' noggin, I just gotta write it 🥲

Massive shoutout to @curiousthyme and @feralnando for helping me brain rot about this and for holding my hand while I descent even further into chaos. This whole part was written while listening to Hozier's Too Sweet and Ethel Cain's Gibson Girl on repeat, so feel free to do with that information as you please

Please let me know what you think. Your comments, likes and tags mean the world to me 💜

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stray kids as tattoo artists? I read a fic on AO3 once where Jisung Chan and Felix all owned a tattoo parlour (called Red Lights hehe) and reader worked there and got brought into their OT8 poly relationship and it lives rent free in my brain.

But anyway, what do you think they would be like as tattoo artists? Who would tattoo what body parts? Who would fuck you in the chair, who would give you head/let you suck them off, and who would force themselves to remain professional even though you can see they're hard?

wait I so need the fic if you have it plzzz

MDNI 18+ under the cut

fucking you

lee know - you have such a shy yet aroused look the moment you're in the chair. he'd touch you lightly at first, knuckles bumping against your breasts to clean the skin for the tattoo. your breath would hitch, your eyes would stare into his and you'd bite your lip. all it takes is a little nod from your end and he's undoing his belt

hyunjin - no because he never really does this. he's usually so professional, even with the hungry eyes staring at him, but there's just something so sexy about you. maybe it's the tattoos you already have, slightly faded and in need of a touch up. once he establishes that you are, in fact, wanting him the same way he wants you, he'd go to the front door of his shop and flip the sign to 'closed'

Seungmin - you'd have to beg him for it ngl. you're a regular at his parlor and he just loves how flustered you get. Seungmin doesn't mind teasing you for your session, but you just cant take it anymore. you'd make him move the stencil over and over again just under your boobs because 'its just not right' and you'd offer to take off your shirt so it's easier for him. that's the last straw for him and he'd waste no time in getting you on his cock

oral sex

changbin - he's giving you head, no questions asked. he's shaving the inner part of your thigh and your legs just look so good in shorts. he's gulping, eyes wide and briefly looking at your crotch. you notice though, and you'd gently place your hand over his and push the razor away, opening your legs so he can get a better look. he might panic at first, claiming he didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you shush him and grab the back of his head to guide him to your cunt.

han - you're on your tummy, feeling han prep you for a back tattoo. honestly, if he wasn't so nervous he'd fuck you just like that, but you start giving him innocent compliments that lead to you not-so-innocently sitting him on the laid out chair and getting on your knees. he's just so cute whimpering and biting into his hand while his thighs tremble around your face

professional

chan - this honestly shouldn't be a surprise. he takes his job very seriously, and no matter how many times your hand accidentally brushes against his cock or how prettily you bat your eyelashes, he will not do anything out of line. but ofc you can see the strain, and tent in his jeans that must be so uncomfortable. he's got a red blush on his ears, but he's so keen on making sure he's professional throughout the session. maybe you just need to make another appointment

felix - I think he likes knowing that you know he's horny, if that makes sense. it's the yearning that really turns him on, the longing stares, the lip bite he does when his touches linger. even if it makes his cock throb, he just loves teasing you too much to do anything. still, I do think he'd grind his front against your body 'accidentally' and he wouldn't say no if you start palming him while he shaves your arm to clean to area

jeongin - is just nervous. he really isn't sure if you're flirting with him or not. a lot of girls try to do favors in getting out of paying, but you're just so persistent you tip very good after each session. he's thought about taking things a step further, but he really isn't sure how to. if he's doing a chest tattoo, his hand will find purchase on your tit, a small blush on his face saying it helps in keeping him anchored. you don't push him, a sweet smile on your face as you tell him you don't mind, that it feels good. he gulps, cock hardening in his sweats and he prays he doesn't have to stand for a while

not proofread lmao

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Flashing Lights

Art Donaldson x reader

If people like this I’ll write a part 2 and possibly some sub Art fics in the future. Challengers is all I can think about at the moment and this blonde man is living rent free in my brain.

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‘Come on come on, they can never have too many pictures taken of them!’

Your friend dragged you and your mediocre camera, quite forcefully, to Tashi Duncan’s party. It wasn’t just that you hadn’t been invited and that you weren’t remotely a tennis player it was that Ashley’s lame excuse of ‘they need more photographers’ was patently untrue. Everywhere you looked there were photographers with cameras that cost more than your yearly rent.

‘I’ll get us a drink wait here.’

You watched her confidently insert herself into the queue for the bar, in between endless posters of Tashi Duncan hoodies and Tashi Duncan headbands. If you hadn’t been such a feminist you might have felt a little sick from all the masturbatory self promotion.

In your idleness you decided to people watch. There were no less than a hundred people there already, all dressed elegantly with hair and makeup that no doubt took longer to do than the night would even last. You pulled at your tight dress. Flattering? Definitely. Comfortable? Absolutely not. Ashley had the tennis body, the Tashi Duncan confidence and skill but without the praise or queue of fans. You had your camera.

You hadn’t touched a tennis racket since you were ten years old. These people weren’t your peers they were your betters, including the snobby photographers and perhaps even including Ashely. At least she knew what ‘down the line’ meant.

‘Can we go?’ Your voice sounded bitter as Ashley handed you a cocktail. ‘I’ve got two photoshoots to edit for tomorrow and I don’t even like tennis! Why am I even here?’ As your friend defended her plan to ‘sleep with as many rich tennis players as possible’ your eyes wandered once again, this time landing on a man who needed no introduction.

‘Is that … Art Donaldson?’

It was him, smoking a cigarette by Patrick Zweig dressed for Summer. Fire and ice in the flesh. You suddenly felt the need to readjust your dress, your hair, your earrings. To fidget. To fidget and prepare for the chance he might look in your direction and see what he wanted.

‘Fuck me it’s Zweig.’

As Ashley launched into a thesis on why Patrick was the hottest man she’d ever seen, your eyes bored into the side of Art’s head. His curls fell so perfectly on his forehead but all you could find yourself imagining was messing them up. As your staring breached the line of too far, Ashley tapped your arm. ‘Think I should go talk to him? Flirt a bit? He’s a bit of a man whore, I’m pretty sure I could get him.’ Just as you opened your mouth to speak, the recipient of your staring began to move closer.

It only took a few moments for Art to reach yours and Ashley’s corner of refuge but his eyes never strayed from you. Zweig had followed him like a puppy and whilst you couldn’t have cared less where the brunette chose to stand, you could practically feel Ashley screaming in her head.

‘Aaliyah right? You basically murdered my friend out there yesterday.’ As Ashley corrected Patrick’s memory, you forced your eyes to look at anything that wasn’t Art’s knowing smirk in your direction. It didn’t work, in fact your refusal to make eye contact with the future star had made your feelings glaringly obvious.

You’d watched him play many times, instead of doing your own work, and although you found tennis a little boring the man had you riveted. The ease at which he hit the ball with such force, the little hand movements he’d do during a tie break and his cruel habit of taking his shirt off on hot days … you were hooked.

As he eyed your dress you wondered if he’d seen you, made note of just how many matches you’d been front and centre at. Maybe he knew you were an amateur photographer and perhaps his smirk was intended as a mockery of your being there. Art knew you didn’t belong at thee Tashi Duncan’s after party. You both knew it. He looked at you, finally as you’d lifted your gaze, and cocked his head slightly to the side.

‘So, you don’t like tennis?’

Shit.

‘Oh. You heard that.’

‘Yep.’

His voice was glazed with amusement as he sipped his cold beer, daring you to defend yourself.

‘Ashley was invited,’ you lied with little ease. ‘I’m here as her friend- well I guess also photographer but you all seem to have that covered.’ Both yours and Art’s eyes glanced at the gang of professionals taking Tashi’s photo. She was holding the shimmering trophy as if it was nothing of real value, she had the humble but proud smile down. Art clocked your jealous expression and raised an eyebrow. ‘Tashi not your favourite?’

‘She’s pretty amazing and she looks fucking beautiful tonight I can’t lie. I just, I guess I wish I was that talented.’

Despite her successful flirting to Patrick, Ashley heard your little, sad admission. Mentally you scolded yourself for letting Art see your vulnerable side. Instead of judgement he smiled.

‘Are you not the best at getting front row seats?’

He left off ‘at my matches’ but the point had been made loud and clear. You chose not to react and to ignore him completely. ‘Ashley?’ But when you turned your head to your friend you saw her mouth was occupied. Oh.

Art laughed at his best friend. ‘Seriously? You couldn’t go one night?’ No, Patrick couldn’t and he couldn’t find it in his horny heart to feel guilty for stealing your one friend and escape route from you. The pair, still connected by their lips, hurried away from the party and to some poor fucker’s bedroom. You were alone with Art Donaldson and the party that engulfed the two of you had began to die down.

‘I should go too-‘

‘Wanna go down to the beach with me?’

You couldn’t help but scoff audibly at his request. ‘You don’t even know my name.’

Art’s eyes practically gleamed with cheekiness as he moved towards you. ‘Then tell me.’

‘It’s Y/N.’

With a charming smile he repeated his offer. ‘Y/N… wanna go down to the beach with me?’

If a mind reader had been in attendance you’d have been mortified as your first thought was: Oh god have I even shaved?

The decision to take your heels off had been an impulsive one and an instant regret as you felt the brittle sand rub against your toes. Avoiding the broken glass, you walked into Art’s shoulder and quickly apologised. ‘You’re like a baby deer.’

You perched on the rock overlooking the water that moonlight reached. Art’s eyes were transfixed on you as your hair blew from your shoulders. Surely he was just bored and flirting for fun. But you hadn’t seen him speak to anyone except Patrick before approaching you.

‘What is it about photography?’ Art gestured to the camera you almost forgot you were still wearing around your neck.

‘What is it about tennis?’

Art lit his second cigarette, took a drag and smirked.

‘I’ll let you answer that.’

Much to his elation, your dress had begun to ride up but you hadn’t noticed. You simply dug your toes in the sand and smiled coyly at the blonde. But how to best handle this?

‘Watching you play tennis isn’t like watching other people play tennis.’

Art grinned, only for a moment, but you caught the ego boost in real time. He moved backwards in his chair, outstretching his long legs and looking up at you with keen interest and quiet amusement. ‘Go on.’

Your mind flashed back to his most recent match. His opponent had purposefully coughed every time it was Art’s turn to serve and instead of letting it distract him or doing it back Art had fired the ball, with force, by his head. It had been a warning, not a greatly subtle one but certainly great to watch. The shock on the boys face as he narrowly missed receiving a black eye had made you laugh and you suddenly remembered Art had beamed at you when you had.

‘You’re just really good at it.’

‘Try again.’

He wasn’t making this easy for you but that didn’t mean you had to shower him in compliments, not when he hadn’t so much as asked you your name until prompted. You watched him, completely settled and comfortable in Tashi Duncan’s deck hair and wondered if someone this confident and talented (and knew as much) could possibly be single… unless?

‘Are you and Patrick just friends?’

He twitched ever so slightly at your question before covering his shock with a chuckle.

‘Umm.. yes. Sorry to disappoint.’

You smiled, suddenly feeling more confident now that you’d put him on the spot for the first time that night.

‘Not disappointed.’

Seeing you at ease, seemingly with any answer he had to offer, Art relaxed into his chair again. A moment of silence passed as the two of you listened to the very end of the party above and the seas tumbling waves. The water was just beginning to reach the rock you’d been safely perching on. A sign to leave.

‘I think I should go back to my ho-AAA!’

You’d barely taken two steps before buried broken glass assaulted your feet.

‘Jesus fuck!’

‘Y/N!’

The pain shot through you from toe to head, it settled in between your eyebrows as you frowned, trying not to scream. Art’s face was a picture of panic. He couldn’t help but notice how much pain you were in from putting weight on your foot, which had just begun to bleed as a thought entered his head.

‘I’ll carry you.’

‘I think I can walk.’

You took a hesitant step further but your foot ,in an act of betrayal, buckled under the pain. Giving Art a look of defeat you sighed. ‘Yeah, I think you’re gonna have to.’

You thought it would feel strange, the man whom you’d been watching almost obsessively for months play a sport you despised carrying you to safety. It didn’t. It felt right. His strong arms flexed under your weight as he took confident but cautious steps to Tashi’s party. There wasn’t much left of it. In fact the only people still there were two photographers packing up their lighting equipment and they didn’t give you so much as a second glance.

‘Any chance you secretly are friends with Tashi?’ Art asked, his voice hopeful, hoping he could drop you off to safety. He pursed his lips when you shook your head. Another moment of silence passed through the two of you but this one was different. You craned your neck out to gage the distance before suggesting:

‘My hotel really isn’t far. A mile at most.’

Art smirked for a moment, forgetting what the actual circumstances were. Your foot had stopped bleeding but you didn’t feel like walking. In fact you were rather enjoying Art Donaldson: the knight in shining armour. It was a good look on him.

‘Uber?’

‘Think of it as a workout.’

It wasn’t the recreational workout Art had been hoping for that night but he did it. He carried you and your shoes to your hotel room. The receptionist barely reacted to your new person but of course what did she care? She was probably only concerned with what mess you’d leave the cleaners.

‘67, this is it.’

Art put you down, keeping his arm around your waist for support. He was a little flushed from the exertion and you were flushed from the pain, or perhaps just his wandering hand.

‘Do you want me to st-‘

‘I want you to stay.’ You interrupted him hurriedly, desperate for him to stay. In that moment you didn’t mind if he stayed to read the complimentary bible next to you or if he wanted to fuck you mercilessly in front of the bathroom mirror. You just wanted him close.

At your eagerness, Art smiled following you in. Your hotel room was not too messy for visitors but it certainly hadn’t been expecting any. For a moment you wondered how Ashley was getting on in her room down the hall and if she too had embarrassed herself in front of her favourite tennis player. Somewhat likely.

‘I think seeing as you’ve carried me bleeding you can see me in pyjamas. Give me one se-‘

You gestured to the bathroom and your dress, looking forward to getting out of it but Art shook his head. You froze. His face was one of sheer determination and unwavering confidence, not unlike the look he gave cocky opponents who needed humbling. He closed the gap between you until his chest was inches from yours but blocked by your camera. You took it off, not breaking eye contact, and placed it slowly on the desk behind you.

Just as you thought the only way to break the silence would be with a kiss, Art broke eye contact. ‘Do you have any antiseptic wipes? Anything to clean it?’ You felt your stomach unclench. ‘Yeah.’ Limping slightly, you fetched a packet from the bathroom sink and placed them in Art’s open palm. He gestured to the bed.

‘Sit.’

His order was polite but you felt compelled. Sitting on your own bed as if it was alien, you looked up at him waiting for the next.

‘Foot.’

Art got down on his knees. Your stomach flipped. With careful hands, he held your injured foot and inspected it. You’d never felt so exposed before, the way his eyes engaged with your wound as if it were more fascinating than any match he’d won. There was an unspoken rule for neither of you to speak as he cleaned you. It stung like a bitch but you only let out minor hisses in pain, barely audible to Art but not unnoticeable.

As he took out a plaster, seemingly from thin air, and applied it to your foot he said: ‘Before tonight,’ Ouch. You winced from the pressure he applied. ‘I’d seen you watching me.’ He didn’t look at you, only concentrating on his handiwork and causing you as little pain as possible.

‘Yeah I gathered from all the teasing.’

His voice grew suddenly lower. ‘I’m not talking about tennis matches.’

You were suddenly reminded of a not so distant memory. Ashley had stood you up for lunch, she’d found a better hot date, and you had been in the cafeteria alone. Art had been queuing in front of you, waiting for Patrick and you’d been in awe. What you hadn’t noticed was that he’d sensed your eyes burning holes into the back of his head long before he turned around. He had given you a passing look of recognition and slight amusement before finding his seat next to Patrick.

You imagined alongside that memory were hundreds others. Hundreds of days you’d stared at Art, watched how he span his apples before eating them and the line of his jaw when he drank water in oppressive heat. All the time he had known, you just hadn’t been as subtle as you thought.

‘Oh.’

Art gave you your foot back and sat on the bed beside you. For a moment you couldn’t bare to look at him, incase he disappeared and decided it was funnier to leave you hanging. Your foot was the least of your worries. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d really kissed someone, with feverish need, but you wanted to.

Noticing your inward battle, Art raised his hands almost in defeat. ‘I can leave.’ He meant it, there was no judgement. You turned to him, your eyes meeting his clouded with lust, and recognised that this was a man who needed to be wanted. He wanted to give and receive pleasure, not out of boredom but out of a clawing need for it. If you wanted him to leave then he’d leave but if you wanted him to stay then he’d make the most of it.

Your hand settled atop of his.

‘Don’t.’

Part 2

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Sharing is Caring. Bonus part IV

Kim Seungmin x reader (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3)

IT'S HERE! FINALLY HERE! warnings: whole lot of smut. also, fluff. not proofread. word count: 2,7k note: I thought I wrote this for myself because 2min lives in my brain rent free but a few of you requesed it too, so here it is! ALSO! i'm fucking in love with Seungmin so expect that in there too. i'm sorry this took so long but I've been studying. hope you enjoy!

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As nervous as you were the first time you were going to get intimate with Minho, times two.

There is just something about Kim Seungmin that low-key drives you insane—something about his energy, his aura, his expressions.

It took a whole lot from you to convince your boyfriend to let you do this. A whole lot of blowjobs, handjobs, and a lot of his cum.

That and the few times you let slip Seungmin's name on purpose while he was edging you. It started as an actual mistake, but the moment you felt his dick twitch because you said that name instead of his, you took advantage of it.

This time it was different; Minho refused to talk with his younger member to be with his girlfriend, so you had to go and take business in your own hands.

But you wouldn't. You couldn't just go to Seungmin and tell him, 'Hey, wanna fuck?' because you knew he would not do that to his hyung, especially not that hyung. So, it took several days to come to plan.

First, it was through a truth or dare game that you made it clear that you and your partner like to experience new things—ignoring the fact that Chris automatically turned red. Then, it was the physical reaction Seungmin had to you while dancing at the club with the group. You were looking for it, and you got it, but he excused himself right away and left for the bathroom.

Minho silently followed him and told you that Seungmin just washed his face a bit and wetted his neck too, not saying a word about anything.

And the final step, Chan took for you. Another truth or dare game before one of the shows, where you begged Chris to ask Seungmin for you because he just made you so nervous you couldn't even think about saying anything about your plan to him.

”Seungmin, truth or dare?"

"Dare." He shortly answered.

"You can't choose dare; you already did." Chan laughed, and his eyes fell on you. You were visibly anxious, and your boyfriend was playing with your hand, trying to get your attention.

"Okay, then truth."

"Would you join the freaky couple in the bedroom if they asked you to?" Chan just shot, and both of your ears became red.

"What…" He let out a confused laugh and smile, observing how the three of you were waiting for an answer.

"We're not freaky," Lee Know tried to defend you two, and even you turned to look at him confused.

"From what I've heard, yes." He completely ignored his other hyung while looking at Chan.

"You've heard us?" You blinked a few times.

"Yeah, you're not that quiet, honey," he said, laughing a bit.

"I've got to work harder to keep her quiet, huh?"

"Oh, baby, oh, y/n." Seungmin started teasing, "You're my fucking slut and only mine."

"That's not me."

"That's definitely you," you laughed.

[…]

You knew. You knew what Seungmin liked, and you worked hard to please him.

You were just sitting in your bed, daydreaming about how the night would go, daydreaming if Minho would join you both or not, because this time, there were no conditions.

Minho likes to watch, but he is free to join if he wants to. And you just got wet at the thought of your man guiding his group member to please you just the way you like.

You heard two pairs of footsteps coming to the door. Your boyfriend's silhouette appeared when he opened the door, and behind him, Seungmin walked in.

"Seungmin, I want you to know that she wanted this. I'm just watching." Your boyfriend took a seat on the legendary couch, where he was at the time you had sex with Chan. "Also, Chan Hyung made a mess with her; I hope you can get her to be even messier."

Not another word was said; Seungmin took a look at you.

Lilac little dress, not showing anything but suggesting everything. Your makeup is prettily done, knowing exactly how it wouldn't last for long like that.

He took a few steps to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eye, so he took your chin, making you look up

"So you're all shy now?" He smiled, kinda making fun of you "You made this whole deal and now you're acting shy?" the way he was talking to you was so sweet yet so sour.

"C'mon love, you've been moaning his name for a while now, go ahead and do what you're good at doing"

"Oh, so, my name?"

"You're the one who's more alike to Minho personality wise, it makes sense to me" you defended yourself

"Why did you let Chan hyung fuck you first?" he asked

"Let's say... Min kind of gaslit me into that..."

"Yeah, as if you didn't fucking squirt all over my dick when I pronunced hyung's name" he attacked back and the younger man leaned his head as a pup, still making eye contact with you.

"Min" you looked at your boyfriend

"Ok, alright" he sighted "Do something, you're making me bored" he manspreaded on the couch and lightly touched himself above his trousers.

The second you turned back to look at Seungmin, his lips were already on yours, tasting you for the first time.

Neither Chan or your own boyfriend were bad kissers, none at all, but Seungmin was something else; his lips were not as soft as Chris's, he was tougher, like he was starving. Starving the taste of your lips, of your tongue, of your spit.

It made you wonder how many times has he fantasied about this, how many times has he touched himself at the sound and thought of Minho and you having sex.

A little whimper exited his mouth when you brought your body closer to his, crashing softly with the tent on his pants.

You moved your hands towards Seungmin's head, caressing his hair and taking advantage of it to deepen de kiss, if it was possible.

"I'll make you moan my name myself. You won't forget it" he whispered on top of your lips when both pulled away a bit to breathe. His words travelled directly to your pussy, feeling the wetness come out unannounced.

"Please do, puppy" you teased.

He grabbed you from your thighs and raised you in the air, making you wrap your legs around his hips. Made his way to lay you on the bed, the same bed his two older hyungs fucked you in before.

He passed his kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving there soft and sweet ones, and just in the moment you thought nothing about, he nailed his teeth into you. Not strong enough to scare you but enough to make you bite your lower lip; your legs still wrapped around him, making him closer to you at the action that he did.

"What's going on, sweety? So needy for me already?" He caressed your face at his words, and such action made you blush slightly.

"If you don't take the clothes off, she will indeed stain them" Minho spoke again but there was not feedback from either of you, just a small chuckle from Seungmin.

"You look gorgeous with that dress. I bet you look better without it" proceeding to unbutton the front of the piece, smiling while looking at you.

"You're making me shy, this is not what it was supposed to be" you said while hiding your face in your hands

"Hey, don't do that" he took your wrists and pinned them to each side of your head "Seems like you need to be reminded how pretty you are"

Seungmin took it off, letting your pink lingerie be seen. He smiled, taking your hand and observing your nais. Your pink sharp almond nails that matched your underwear, with a Hello Kitty sticker in the middle one.

"You got all ready for me, beautiful" he bitted his lip "You know what I like"

Seungmin took his clothes off, only leaving his black boxer on.

He was not as fit as Chan and or your boyfriend, but oh hell, did he look good without any clothes on... His shoulders, his tummy, his arms, his legs, everything about him was turning you on.

The man took place on top of you, grinding his cock into you, smiling at the feeling.

"I've been wanting to do this since you fucking pressed your ass against my cock that night" he said

"It's been longer since I've been wanting to fuck you"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes"

"Since when?"

"Since you've got that fucking blonde mullet on" you moved your hips to his rythm

"You like it?"

"I fucking love it" You reached your hand to his hair, messing it up while he smiled brightly, as if you were petting a dog.

He imitated your movement, but downwards, stimulating your clit, looking for a moan from you, which he got and realized how pretty his name sounded on your horny mouth.

You took his wrist and started moving as you liked. He stopped you with his other hand, and inserting frist one finger in, hearing that beautiful sound from you again. Then, there were two of them inside of you, while you were desperately to fuck yourself into his hand.

"So wet already, love" he pecked you "Would you like my dick deep inside of you?" he asked before kissing your neck softly

"Yes Minnie, please" your answer was breathless, and you followed his movements with your desesperate eyes.

He took his boxer off, letting you see the most fucking perfect penis you've actually seen. Porn directors would a hundred percent want him in their movies.

Your soaked panties left your body just as your bra did, and after a few seconds, the younger in the room was penetrating you.

"Wait Seungmin, wait wait wait wait" You stopped him with your hand on his abs when he was midway inside.

"What? What's wrong?" His eyes exposed that he was about to freak out, thinking that he hurt you.

"I'm gonna cum" you breathed deeply in and out, trying to calm down

"After so little foreplay?" He smiled "please do, puppy" he teased this time, while going down on your neck with wet kisses

"I want to feel you all the way in before. Dick feels so good, so warm, so fucking amazing" after the words left your mouth, you felt his dick twitch inside of you. His lips formed the brightest smile and went back to kiss yours.

"I swear I want to go full in" he said in between kisses "you're so tight I'm scared to hurt you"

"You can go now" you informed and he resumed his way inside your pussy as your back arched into the mattress.

"You like that?" He smiled "You like the feeling of my dick opening you up, don't you?"

"Oh god, yes" you left your head fall backwards

"You're so pretty, y/n" he praised "You look so pretty, I'd fuck you anytime. I promise next time you grind your ass against my cock in the club, I'm fucking you right in the bathroom stall"

You didn't answer, immerse in the feeling of pleasure he was giving you

"You heard me?" He asked in sync with hitting your cervix

"Oh god, yes pup, I did!" you screamed

"That's good" he started moving in and out in a slow peace, enjoying every moment of feeling your clenched walls around him.

"Min more, please" you moved your hips "Can I come? I've been holding it just to feel you, please pup" you whined

"You're so good, y/ninnie" he pushed deep inside of you, hitting your cervix again "Of course you can come, it's the first of many tonight" he whispered in your ear and rushed his motions, making your boobs jump up and down, catching them with his hands; one each.

"Oh Minnie is this feels so good" your moans being at the rhythm of the sound of his thrusts turned Seungmin on so much he had to stop for a minute, making you whine pet naming him.

The next second his face in between your thighs, making you see blurry with his mouth only. You reached his hair and pulled his hair with force while you came all over his mouth, and he happily taking your fluids.

"You're so yummy, babe" he said going in for a kiss to make you taste your own arousal.

You moaned in his mouth while sucking his tongue clean.

"Sit."

He obeyed without any other word, taking a seat on the bed.

Didn't ever got on your knees and your mouth was already watery at the sight of his pinky cock, reaching for it with it.

"You've got a pretty dick, did I tell you that?" You licked the tip, hearing what you could swear it was the prettiest sound that came out of Seungmin's mouth; and that's a lot to say being the singer he is.

His whines were so comforting you wanted to keep him like that for a while. Got him deeper inside your mouth while sucking and gagging around his tip when it went to the back of your throat.

"The best head I've ever had" You smiled with him inside your mouth, your ego was at it's best; it's nice to hear it from someone else.

You took him so deep that your nose was touching his belly, and with your peripheral view, you saw how his grip tightened on the sheets along with a whimper that turned your inside on fire again.

"Kim Seungmin, you're turning even me on with those" Your boyfriend protested and you couldn't help but laugh, making the boy cum from the extra stimulation of your vocal chords opening and closing.

You choked on his cum, coughing and even it coming out of your nose.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Seungmin took you in his arms and sitted you right where he was before "I reall didn't expect to cum"

"It's okay, It's okay" you conforted him "I just need some water"

"Here" he handed you a bottle from the little table, caressing your arm while you drank the liquid. "I'm sorry, honey"

"It's okay" you smiled and caressed his cheek

"Can I make it up to you?" he used his puppy eyes against you, and you couldn't resist it one bit, taking him close to you and kissing his lips; he slowly laid you down, not breaking away from you.

He grabbed your boobs and squeezed them softly, making you moan softly, wrapping your legs around his hips.

The kiss broke away when you both needed to breathe, and Seungmin took advantage of it, attaching his forhead with yours while softly thrusting inside of your pussy again.

Slowly fucking you missionary, his lenght felt like heaven and once again, made you feel close fast.

"Min, I'm close, but I want you to keep fucking me, please" your back now arched into the matress again.

"Whatever the princess wants, princess gets" he became rougher with his movements, but never too much. Hands caressing your cheeks as he kept going.

Yes, he was completely different from what you thought he was going to be. You thought he'd be rough, mean and sassy, but it was a nice surprise to know that he's so loving and sweet when fucking.

"Oh, right there babe" you whimpered and he repeated his movements for a while, making you cum around his dick, and still fucking you through your high.

Your moans were messy, high pitched as always, and the overstimulation made you hit multiples orgasms at once.

You clenched so hard around Seungmin that he came again, being overstimulated too, filling you up so much that both of your thights were covered in your juices and his cum.

Your moans were unintentionally harmonizing, and neither of you could ―or wanted― to stop.

When he could and went over to pull out, you stopped him.

"Stop, Seung. Come here, stay there for a while" you took him by his shoulders and hugged him withouth disconnecting your genitals.

"We're definetely having a talk later" Your boyfriend reappered on your mind when he spoke.

You forgot about that part.

[heartfullofleeches]

Offical names for the sillies (Bad Luck Cat Yan and Good Luck Rabbit Yan) are Thirteenth (Cat) and Wishbone (Rabbit). These two are living rent free in my brain please send questions of they interest you at all.

The two are apart of T.V show host clown darling's cast/harem where Darling films their experiences with beings from another reality to keep people safe.

Thirteenth and Wishbone are forced instructed to stay together at all times due to the effects of their curses. Thirteenth for obvious reasons being a figure of bad luck, but Wishbone is slightly different. Any misfortune they try to bring on themselves has a chance at having repercussions for those around them - for example, if someone where to try to shoot them, the bullet would redirect to the closest target to them. Due to this the pair are often referred to as the Bad Luck Duo instead without any mention of Wishbone's good fortune

Fun Facts

Wishbone has a limp/drags their right legs following an explosion intended to kill them. This incident also took a chunk out of their ear along with other minor injuries. Had they been a normal person, the explosion would've has a much higher fatality chance so as always with them - things could always be worse.... <- This is a common saying/catchphrase of theirs.

Thirteenth is blind in their left eye after being attacked by someone they were only trying to help. Hates all humans because of it....but Clown Darling gives them pets every now and then so they guess Darling is alright-

Wishbone and Thirteenth have to be in a range of about ten feet for their curses to cancel each other out somewhat, but skin to skin contact fully nullifies it (or rather glove to glove as they hate each other and the only reason they can hold hands is because Clown darling gave each one of their old gloves)

[zafirosreverie]

Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

 But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!" 

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

[tightjeansjavi]

𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟟

First Date Jitters & Cowboy Margaritas

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

~word count: 4.5k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, horny!awkward!Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, feeling flustered, sexual tension, brief horny thoughts, bantering, teasing, no use of (y/n), (+18) minors dni !

blue jeans playlist:

Austin, Texas

Joel Miller called you every morning the following week leading up to your anticipated first date. You both were giddy with nervous excitement. He wanted this date to be perfect in every sense. Sure, he could take the typical route and wine and dine you but where was the fun in that? It was clear that neither of you were the conventional type and that was one of the many reasons why he was attracted to you. Despite your hectic schedule between taking care of the horses, teaching lessons, and bartending in between, Joel wanted to make sure that you had an enjoyable evening with him. By Thursday, he was a flustered mess. He had his doubts that maybe you would call and cancel on him. Maybe it was too soon for you, or on the off chance, he would end up being so nervous that he would end up chickening out on you entirely.

“You’re um–you’re still excited for Friday, right darlin’?” He held his phone against his ear, tapping his fingers across the steering wheel. He had just pulled into the parking lot of the jobsite he and Tommy would be working at for the next few days.

“Joel, I literally have not been able to stop thinking about our upcoming date all damn week. You know I almost ate shit yesterday cause I was too busy thinking about you? You’re gonna have to start paying rent if you wanna live in my mind like that mister.” You held your phone against your chin and shoulder as you were filling up Whiskey’s water bucket, leaning against his stall door while he happily ate his morning grain.

Joel felt the heat rise to his cheeks when you admitted that you had been thinking about him, and the date, just as much as he had been. “Well, I'm really sorry that my devilishly handsome mug almost caused you to eat shit darlin.’ I just..i’m nervous if i’m bein’ honest, and I know that ain’t what you want to be hearin’ from a man right now. Y’know I just have been off my game for so long and I just don’t wanna screw this up.”

You reached over and gave whiskey a light pat on his neck, threading your fingers through his silky soft cream colored mane. “Easy there now cowboy, I said you were handsome, not devilishly handsome.” You giggled. “Joel, its okay that you’re nervous. In fact, if you weren’t a little bit nervous i’d actually be pretty concerned. You’re doing just fine, okay? I appreciate your honesty. Not many men would be admitting to their first date jitters. You’re cute, Joel and I highly doubt there’s any way for you to screw this up.”

Joel softly chuckled as he rested his head back against his worn headrest in his truck. “I know darlin’ I was just teasin’ ya. Thank you for validatin’ my feelings. You’re a real peach, you know that? Also, I 100% will be thinking about you all damn day now just ‘cus you said i’m handsome AND cute. You see what you’re doin’ to me darlin’? Turnin’ my fuckin’ brain to actual mush.”

“Peach is actually my middle name, believe it or not. Good! Your brain should be turning to mush because you’re living in mine rent fucking free man.” You giggled.

“Wait, is it really? Darlin’..are you messin’ with me right now?”

“Oh, I absolutely am. I gotcha there huh?”

“I was believin’ you for a good second there hun. Listen, you know i’d love nothin’ more than to chat with ya all mornin’ but I gotta run unfortunately. Tommy and I got this big project to start on. I hope you have a wonderful day and say hi to the boys for me, okay?”

“No worries. I gotta get some shit done around here before my 9 o'clock lesson gets here. I hope you have a wonderful day as well Joel. I’ll tell the boys you say hello.”

“Talk to ya later darlin.’”

“See ya around, cowboy.”

Joel ended the call as he let out a soft, content sigh. He grabbed his tool box from the passenger seat as he hopped out of his truck. He tucked his phone into his tool belt around his waist before he clapped his younger brother on the shoulder.

“Wow. You’re early for once Joel.” Tommy said with a grin as he tightened the laces on his boots. “So, you all ready for your big date tomorrow? You’re not gonna be an ass and chicken out on this girl, right?”

Joel was tightening his tool belt around his waist so it fit more snuggly. “Oh, I'm excited alright. Nervous as all hell at the same time. I really don’t wanna mess this up. I uh–I actually just got off the phone with her. We talk every mornin’ and it's become apart of both of our routines.”

Tommy let out a playful gag as he straightened his back after tightening his boots. “Oh Christ. You really have just completely gone and turned into a fuckin’ sap. Never actually thought I'd live to see this day.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. You just wait till you get to meet her. You’ll see exactly what I'm talkin’ about then. Can you still come over tomorrow and watch Sarah?”

“Ohhh. So, you’re already thinkin’ about bringing her around? You’re down so bad big brother. Course I can watch Sarah. Love that kiddo man. Besides, she fills me in on all the important stuff.” He winked.

“Well..uh–I hope that I will eventually be bringin’ her around. You and Sarah are like two peas in a pod I swear.”

“I cannot fuckin’ wait to meet the bird that has taken my poor big brother’s heart! Sarah’s my favorite niece. What can I say?”

“She’s your only niece Tommy.” Joel corrected him.

“Shuddup. You knew what I meant.”

Thursday had flown by for both you and Joel and Friday evening had rolled around faster than either of you had expected. It was 5pm and Joel was puttering around his house, making sure he had everything ready. Joel was taking you to a local drive-in movie and he had gone as far to set up his truck bed with pillows and blankets. He wanted you to be comfortable. That was 100% his main concern was your comfort above all. He had even gone and picked up a bunch of snacks and placed them all in a cooler with a couple beers and water.

Just as he was placing the cooler in the bed of his truck, Tommy had pulled in the front of the house and hopped out of his own truck. He had the board game tucked under his armpit for him and Sarah to play. “What in god’s green fuckin’ earth have ya gone and done to your truck Joel?”

“Huh? What’re you–Oh. The pillows and shit? Well, I'm takin’ her to the local drive-in. Do you think it's too much?I just wanna make sure she’s comfortable..”

“Oh my god, of course you’re takin’ her to the drive-in! You sly sly dog.” He chuckled. “Joel, I'm sure she’s gonna love it, and especially since you’ve put a ton of effort into this whole thing.”

“Hey! It ain’t like that Tommy. I was gonna take her to that one taco place in town..pick some food up and then we’re gonna go to the drive-in.”

“Brother, I'm just messin’ with ya! Relax. You are gonna kiss her at the end of the night right? She’s probably gonna expect you to.”

Joel rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He most definitely had not thought that far ahead yet. Was Tommy right? Were you going to expect him to kiss you by the end of the date? Was that something that you’d even want? “Oh..well I honestly haven’t thought that far ahead. Shouldn’t I be takin’ it slow?”

“My word of advice to ya is just to just see what signs she’s givin’ ya. I ain’t sayin’ y’all have to kiss or anythin’, but just to keep that in the back of your mind is all i’m sayin.’”

Joel let out a huff as he hopped down from the bed of his truck and closed the latch over the top as he dusted his pants off. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind.”

Tommy brought his arm around his shoulder, giving his brother a side hug. “Good man. Now, what’re you wearin’?”

“Fuck if I know.”

“Sarah and I will help ya find somethin.’”

After turning the horses out for the evening, you locked the barn up before heading to your apartment to quickly get ready. Your first date jitters were coming in full force as you quickly showered. You just wanted to know where your Texas tall glass of water was taking you for the evening. The possibilities with Joel were clearly endless. You had not felt this excited about a guy since the situation with your ex.

By 6pm, you were scrambling to finish getting ready. Your room, and bathroom were a complete disaster as you struggled putting an outfit together. You didn’t want to look sloppy and you also didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard. Ugh. Why was being a girl so difficult sometimes? Was Joel facing the same struggles as you were right now?

At 6:15 you finally decided on going with some simple light washed jeans, a cute top and a flannel, in case it got chilly. You paired it with a nicer pair of sneakers that didn’t have scuff marks all over them. Overall, you felt pretty confident in your outfit choice. You were torn between doing a full makeup look in the beginning but with the time crunch, you only had time to swipe a bit of mascara over your lashes and lip gloss on your lips.

Your phone rang loudly from the kitchen where it was charging. You raced to grab it, flipping it open as you brought it up to your ear.

“Hey darlin.’ I’m about to head on over. Are you ready or do ya need more time? There’s no rush or anythin��”

“Hey Joel. Yeah, I'm ready. See you soon?” You lightly chewed on the tip of your thumbnail. The butterflies were absolutely swarming in your stomach.

“Perfect. See ya soon darlin.’”

The call ended and you spent the next 10 minutes furiously looking over your appearance in the mirror. You checked to make sure you had nothing stuck between your teeth and even gave your armpits the sniff test just to make sure. As soon as you heard a knock on the front door of your apartment, the butterflies erupted again as you grabbed your purse and slung it over your shoulder. With a deep breath you unlatched the lock and opened it.

On the other side of your apartment door was your Texas tall glass of water. He had a bundle of fresh wildflowers grasped between his hands. You could tell he had picked them himself just by the fact that there was some brown twine holding them together. You both stared at each other for a long moment as you seemingly were taken in one another’s appearance.

“Wow.” He breathed out, letting his shoulders relax. “You look beautiful.”

“You clean up pretty well yourself cowboy.” You said with a small grin. Joel must have been in a nervous rush just like you because his T-shirt was very clearly on backwards. “Uh, Joel? I think your shirt is on backwards.”

Joel’s cheeks immediately felt hot as the realization dawned upon him. “Aw shit. Y’know I would have thought that my brother would have told me this before I left the house.” He grumbled quietly. “Oh! These are for you..I uh– picked them earlier while I was on the job-site. They kinda just..reminded me of you..I hope you like them.” He handed you the homemade bouquet of wildflowers and much to your surprise, he wasted no time to pull his t-shirt over his head. As soon as you caught a glimpse of his broad, tan chest, you inhaled a shaky breath. The exposure of skin was quickly covered with the shirt on the right way now.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you for thinking of me Joel. That was awfully sweet of you. Let me just put them in a vase real quick and then we can be on our way?”

“I would have gone to the store and gotten you roses or somethin’ but that didn’t seem like your style.” He leaned against the doorjamb as you headed into your cute little cozy kitchen. He watched as you grabbed a vase from a cabinet and filled it up with a bit of water before placing the bouquet inside. You joined him outside the door, locking it behind you before his hand was at your lower back, leading you down the stairs to his truck.

Chivalry was alive and well thanks to Joel Miller. He held the passenger side door open for you, and even gave you a little boost into the seat. Once you were buckled in, and he was situated in the driver's seat, he had placed his hand on the back of your seat as he leaned over the center console and checked over his shoulder as he backed out of the parking spot.

Why was that alone so fucking hot? He smelled amazing too. He was wearing an intoxicating delicious cologne and you would absolutely love to just bury your face into his neck–

“Did ya hear me darlin’?”

“What? No..I’m sorry I didn’t. I zoned out there for a second.”

“S’alright hun. I asked if you were a fan of tacos? There’s this place not far from here that has some good ones. Also, the best takeaway margaritas that Austin Texas has to offer.”

“You had me at tacos and margaritas.” You looked over at him from the passenger seat.

“Awesome. I had a feelin’ you’d be into it but just wanted to make sure, y’know?” He cleared his throat slightly as he had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was resting along the center console. “I meant what I said earlier. You look beautiful.”

“Oh, yeah. I love tacos. Literally my favorite food of all time.” You glanced down at his hand briefly as it rested along the center console. Before your brain could stop you, you boldly grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers together. His palm beneath yours was warm, slightly clammy from the nerves, and you could tell he used his hands a lot just from the texture of calluses on his skin. These were the hands of a true, rugged man. Woof.

Joel felt his breath hitch in his throat the second his fingers were wrapped around yours. Man, you were ballsy tonight. “Well, you’re in for a real treat tonight darlin.’” He gave your hand a soft squeeze, glancing over at you momentarily. He quite liked the way your hand felt around his.

The casual small talk floated between the two of you in the confines of his truck. The radio was softly playing in the background as you told Joel about your day, and how Dieter tried to escape from his stall yet again. Joel was attentively listening to you as he kept his eyes focused on the road. He laughed as you told the story of Dieter, the mischievous Norwegian Fjord, almost escaped again. He truthfully could listen to you talk for hours. You were so animated with your words and it was so hard for him to not be drawn in. As cheesy as it sounds, he felt like he was a moth to flame when it came to you.

You were holding hands the entire drive to the taco place. It was a drive through luckily and he went ahead and placed an order for steak tacos for himself, and veggie for you. Along with chips and guac and two cowboy margaritas. He only slipped his hand out of your grip to pay, and grabbed the bag of food and the two styrofoam cups that contained the margaritas. Once everything was situated, he was reaching for your hand once more.

“What the hell is Cowboy Margarita?” You asked as you took a small sip from the straw.

Joel looked over at you with mocked disappointment written across his face. “Oh my dear, only the best fuckin’ margarita you can get your pretty lil hands on.”

“Oh wow. This is fucking delicious! Holy shit. Where have these been all my life?”

Where have you been all my life? He thought to himself.

“Told ya. Best margarita Austin Texas has to offer.”

You took another sip as you made yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. “So, where are you actually taking me cowboy?”

“Well, darlin.’ That would go and ruin the surprise and I ain’t about to do that.”

“Damn. You can’t even give me a little hint?”

“Afraid not hun.”

“Bastard.” you muttered under your breath with a light giggle.

Joel let out a chuckle as he drove a few miles down the road. It was a beautiful evening. There was a cool breeze that drifted in through the open windows of Joel’s truck. The breeze kissed your cheeks tenderly. He had pulled off into a field, where there were about 30 other cars parked in front of a projector screen. Joel felt his heart flutter out of his chest when you looked at him with the biggest grin. “No fucking way. You brought me to a drive-in? I’ve always wanted to go to one!”

He parked a few spots down from another truck with the bed of his truck facing the screen before he cut the ignition. “Course I did. I had a feeling that you’d really enjoy somethin’ like this. That ain’t even the best part. C’mon.” He hopped out of the driver's seat and you followed after him.

To your surprise, Joel had decked out the entire bed of his truck with pillows and blankets. You could tell he thoroughly thought this entire thing through and paid attention to all the little details. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“I know. I just wanted to make sure you were nice and comfy s’all.” He grabbed the two margaritas, and the bag of food and set it alongside the bed of the truck before he came alongside you, gently grabbing your waist as he hoisted you up.

His warm touch along your skin was enough to have your head spinning as you watched him effortlessly pull himself into the bed of the truck. “Take a picture darlin.’ it’ll last longer.” He shot you a wink as he grabbed the bag of food and handed you your drink before he scooted himself back against the pillows and patted the spot next to him.

You wasted no time scooting yourself over to him as he handed you your wrapped tacos with a few napkins. “What movie is on tonight?”

“The Parent Trap. You’ve seen it before?”

“Only about a hundred times. Easily one of the best Disney movies out there.”

“It’s one of Sarah’s favorites as well. I was hopin’ they were gonna show a horse film or somethin’ but this was the next best option.”

Once the movie started, you and Joel were comfortably eating your food. Your shoulders were brushing against one another along with your knees. You both were aware of the close proximity and yet, the butterflies had stilled in your stomach. The nerves had dissipated finally. Joel was a complete gentleman as he gathered up your trash and placed it in the bag and off to the side.

“Would it be alright if I–”

“Yes.” You didn’t even let him finish asking the question. You knew exactly what it was that he was about to ask.

“Damn, woman. Don’t go and gettin’ too excited now darlin.’ I’m just puttin’ my arm around ya is all.” He chuckled.

“Shh. This is one of my favorite parts.” You whispered.

Joel fought the urge to playfully roll his eyes at your remark before he brought his arm around you, gently pulling you into his chest while he stretched his legs out. What he wasn’t expecting you to do was ever so casually hike your thigh up over his waist as you made yourself comfortable. “Is this okay?” You whispered.

“Yeah. I’m good darlin.’ You comfy?”

“Absolutely cowboy.”

No funny business took place during the entirety of the film. Joel could hardly focus on the screen because of the searing heat he felt from your warm thigh stretched out over him. You were entirely clouding his senses. You were an absolute doll on helping him clean up and throw out the trash from your food.

The drive back to your apartment was filled with “Long Long Time” by Linda Ronstadt. The windows were down all the way and you and Joel were belting the lyrics together. He couldn’t sing to save his life but did he care? Absolutely not. He was just more than happy to be involved. This was by far the most fun he had ever had on a date. No, he wasn’t just saying that to sweeten you up. He meant it. He felt like he was a teenager all over again. (not that 34 is old in the slightest). You were just the breath of fresh air that he couldn’t get enough of.

He walked you up to your apartment door of course. The poor man couldn’t pick up on your signals as you leaned back against your closed door facing him. You wanted this man to kiss you so fucking bad and he had no clue. “I had a really great time tonight Joel. I don’t know why you were so nervous in the first place, cause you seriously knocked this one out of the park and I mean that sincerely.”

Do I kiss her? Tommy said I should keep that in mind but what if–

“I’m beyond happy to hear that darlin.’ This was the most fun I've ever had on a date. I’m serious about that too. I really had a great time with you. Is it safe to say that a second date is in our future?”

“Second, Third, Fourth. Indefinitely. You know how to treat a lady right, that’s for damn sure.” You were looking up at him expectantly. You were waiting for the moment that he would lean down and finally kiss you. Oh please, just fucking grab my waist and kiss me. Please. Please. Please. I have been wanting to kiss you all goddamn night Joel.

Joel was a complete deer in headlights. It was as if his mind had completely frozen over and he forgot how to function. “I’ll uh–see you soon darlin’?” He leaned down and finally—kissed you on the cheek.

Motherfucker.

Joel was already turning on his heel and down the metal steps when you had called out to him.

“Hey, cowboy? Will you fucking kiss me already?”

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Joel had never moved so fast in his life. He nearly gave himself whiplash with how fast he had turned on his heel. His footsteps were moving faster than his brain process as he returned to you. Before you could get another word in, he grasped your face in his warm palms and finally kissed you. You could tell he was hesitant, and a little rusty, but you happily were there to guide him along as you let your arms drape around his neck. You finally got to feel just how soft this man’s hair was as you threaded your fingers through the back of his head. The tendrils of curls were silky soft. You felt your back press firmly against your apartment door as his lips moved against yours. His hands had dropped from your face and found purchase around your waist. “Is this–is this okay?” He mumbled into your lips.

“Yes, Joel. You’re fine. I promise.” You gripped his hair a little tighter as he breathed hot air into your mouth. You could taste a hint of tequila on his tongue as you breathed in his cologne. As soon as his tongue swiped across your lower lip, your lips parted open for him as he explored your mouth. His kisses grew desperate as the familiar feelings flooded back to him. Joel’s kisses tasted warm, sweet, and they were absolutely addicting. He melted on your tongue like fucking putty.

You let your free hand drop down to the door, you were already moving to push it open when he had stopped you. Your wrist was pinned up against the side of the door. Encaged in his warm grip. “No. Not tonight darlin.’” He rasped. “I want to. You’ve got no fuckin’ clue how badly I want to but you’re worth more than that. I wanna properly date you. I don’t want it to just be a one time thing. You deserve so much fuckin’ better than that.” His lips had detached from yours as his forehead gently rested against yours. His breathing was staggered and his heart was racing out of his chest, clamoring against his ribcage.

Your lips were swollen with his kisses as your lashes slowly fluttered open. The only visible light was from the shitty one above your apartment door. Your breath hitched in your throat when his freehand, that wasn’t engaging your wrist, came up to your face. His thumb brushed across your plush lower lip, tugging it down slightly. “Joel..”

“I know, sweet girl. I know. I promise that it will happen. I’ll take care of you. Every fuckin’ inch of you, okay? I’ll fuckin’ worship you darlin.’”

“Joel.” You whispered through the thick tension between the two of you. “Please kiss me.”

The gap was closed once more. This kiss was less desperate than the last. This was a sweeter kiss. A kiss enveloped in promise that was etched upon your lips. A promise that you meant more to him than just a quick fuck. A promise that he didn’t want this to be a one time thing. Joel wanted to date you. He wanted to properly date you so fucking bad.

A few more tender kisses were shared before he reluctantly pulled away. He hugged you to his chest firmly, lifting you off your feet momentarily as you brought your arms around his broad shoulders. “I’ll call you when I get home, okay? Get some sleep sugar.”

“You too Joel.” You felt his arms slowly loosen around you as he set you back down onto the ground. His lips brushed against your forehead in a soft kiss before you could no longer feel his warmth and when your eyes opened, he was already heading down the stairs.

You let out a deep sigh as you pushed open the door of your apartment and locked it behind you. You broke out into little lovesick giggles as you sank down against the closed door. You replayed the entire date out in your mind. Your Texas tall glass of water was something else entirely.

As soon as Joel arrived at home, he called you. You were waiting for him of course. Despite the fact that your eyes were struggling to stay open, you both wished each other sweet dreams once more.

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[deepflourishrosesstories]

Over the Treacherous Ocean

Male! Naga x Female! Reader

Warning(s): Medieval-ish setting, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, ocean setting, semi-harsh language(?), fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

Synopsis: Kidnapped by pirates for a ransom, you wonder if you could ever come to terms with the captain who drives you crazy from how beautiful he is.

A/N: Just like last time, this story is set in the same world as Swords Clashing, Weaving Through Complications, and my latest addition, A Crown & Masks! The reader will be the middle sister out of the three, who isn't mentioned much previously. This story is currently living in my brain rent-free because I love the thought of enemies to lovers, featuring a ruthless(?) and cocky naga who slowly shows his vulnerability as he starts falling in love and who doesn't.

As a heads-up, there will be lots of world-building, social issues, and history-related topics in the future, so I'm not quite sure if you will enjoy it. BUT, nonetheless, I will absolutely adore you if you do!

Part 2

The port market was bustling as usual, with the smell of all kinds of seafood caught in the neighbouring sea being filled in the air and the sharp tang of spices lingering here and there. Merchants were shouting their products, trying to best their competitors with the promise of better quality and cheaper prices.

You were with your mentor, a wise and knowledgeable healer from the Xaenait palace—Tokimune—whose nine fox tails trailed graciously behind him. He could sometimes be quite above the clouds, where his responses to certain questions were sometimes so bizarre that it took you a while to understand their meaning—it took a long time for you to come to a conclusion that he was not naive, but in fact was just simply a kind and easy-going soul that never really cared about anything outside of medicine. As if to prove it, he didn't bother to change his fox form into a human, showing all of his soft-furred ears and muzzle proudly.

“May I have those astragalus root and honeysuckle flowers?” Tokimune brought two pouches out of his sleeve and handed them to the seller. “Also, do you by any chance have peppermint and cumin in stock?”

Despite having all of those herbs in the palace storage, your mentor always loved to bring souvenirs from these markets, never failing to make you chuckle in amusement.

“Unfortunately, we’re out of peppermint and cumin,” the seller said, scratching his head sheepishly. Nevertheless, he swiftly and effortlessly packaged the astragalus root and honeysuckle flower in the pouch that was displayed, checking for the right amount that the kitsune wanted to have.

“Ah, no worries,” he replied, his eyes thinning from smiling like a fox. “I assume that the trade route between Slainem and Arathia will solve this shortage.”

The seller nodded, excitement twinkling in his eyes. “I can’t wait for it to be done. If you come by in the future, I’ll make sure to have that peppermint and cumin for you.”

Tokimune chuckled. “That will be delightful.”

Once it was done, you accepted the pouch from the seller's hand, and the kitsune gestured for you to walk with him, away from the herb seller.

“Do you know when the trade route is going to finish?” Tokimune asked with his archaic smile still in place.

“I’m not quite sure,” you said, thinking back to your oldest sister, Lan, rubbing her temple tiredly as she attended meetings and read through the paperwork for the project. “But my sister is working endlessly. Especially during the night.”

“Ah, I will send her some lemon balm tea to encourage her sleep,” he said with a chuckle. Your older sister was infamous for her tendency to stay up late to finish her work. "Perhaps Ryugen would be fit for the job."

“You will also have to tell him to watch her until she drinks it all,” you joked, to which the kitsune laughed heartily, showing all of his sharp teeth.

Alongside you and your mentor, disguised officials surveyed the market to check for any illegal imports that frequented the trade from pirates that entered the port. Many of them reported back to you, assuring that most of them were fine and that they were taking care of the ones that weren’t.

Just as you were about to thank them, a loud bang! sent a shock through your ears and the next thing you knew, one of the buildings blew up—you noticed that it was one of the lower-rank brothels. The market immediately tumbled into chaos, with screams and hurried footsteps rumbling to the ground.

“Your Highness!” 

Two officials came to your side and swiftly escorted you through the haze of dust and avoiding the tightly packed people by navigating through the less crowded places. Tokimune placed a helping hand on your back, gently ushering you forward, which you were grateful for—despite all the training you had with your sisters, your fear got the best of you in these situations for a lot of the time.

“We are almost there to our carriage!” the senior official shouted over the noise, guiding you and the others by braving the front.

As the carriage came into view, you sighed in relief and got onto it quickly, followed by Tokimune, and you immediately relaxed in the seat as the horses started to gallop, gradually picking up speed. However, the carriage came to a screeching halt and the door suddenly opened, and the next thing you knew, hands were shooting out to grab you. One of them caught your arm and roughly pulled you out of the carriage.

Finding your footing on the ground, you unsheathed your knife and tried to attack the offender, yet it immediately got knocked off of your shaking hand and the next thing you knew, your hands were tied and you were thrown onto their shoulder. With your levitated line of sight, you felt the blood rush out of your face once you saw that all of your guards, officials, and Tokimune were knocked out on the ground.

Trying to wriggle out of their grasp, you demanded with a snarl, “Let me down!”

“No can’t do, your highness” a voice said in front of you.

Looking up, a dark-skinned human man smiled—albeit slightly apologetically—at you. There was another, taller and buffer man that scowled at the easy-going nature of the other; with light green skin and small tusks protruding out of his thin-lipped mouth, you realised that he was a half-orc.

The half-orc grumbled something under his breath before he brought out a cloth and pressed it against your nose and mouth, filling you with a sickly sweet smell through your senses that gradually dwindled your anger into drowsiness as your vision enveloped into a black veil.

———

Once you woke up, you immediately felt the unstable ground, rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that occasionally made you slide across the wooden floor where you were lying. Voices and grunts filled your ears, alongside the recognisable crashes of waves of the ocean. You were aboard a ship, and god knows how far you were away from the port.

Gasping in shock, you sat up with a jolt, only to feel the tightness of the rope digging into your wrist and ankle painfully.

“Finally awake, princess?”

A shadow towered over you against the setting sun. Taking your eyes off of the wooden deck, the first thing you saw was a glimmer of bright pale blue scales that seemed to trail endlessly into a snake tail. Slowly, you looked up to see the scales morph into a tanned human skin, bare and muscular, with intricate tattoos circling around his biceps. Finally, your gaze landed on his face—he was so beautiful that it made you dizzy and light-headed. His long silver hair was tied up in a messy bun above his head, with some strands falling gracefully down his cheekbones to his glimmering collarbones. His eyes shined a beautiful golden colour around the centre, turning a gradient to a turquoise colour around the rim, and his thin, vertical black pupil pierced you to your spot.

“What do you want from me?” you asked through gritted teeth, desperately trying to ignore your heart that was powerfully beating against your ribcage. 

“I expect a ransom out of you,” the naga said, a furrow covering his brow as you asked the question, twitching ever so slightly in irritation.

“How did you know I’ll be at the ports today?”

“Luck seems to be on our side today, princess.”

Blood rushed up to your head, and you couldn’t tell whether it was anger or his deep voice that reverberated inside you sultrily.

“Do not call me that.”

“I make the rules here, princess,” he said as an arrogant smile nestled widely on his face. “Captain Tamva, at your service.”

The tip of his snake tail swished to the side as Tamva placed his hand on his chest and leaned forward into a mocking bow.

“How bright of you to let me remember your name,” you said, sarcasm dripping venomously. Scanning the ship nervously, you tried to see if you could see any land across the ocean, only to find nothing but endless water.

The naga narrowed his eyes as his forked tongue slipped out from between his lips, revealing his sharp fang. “I’m not worried about my crew getting caught. Xaenait never had any control over the waters to begin with.”

You winced. That was a sore spot for you, especially when you had just been at the port market alongside officials to check the illegal imports brought into the dynasty from pirates like him.

“I will personally find you,” you spat. “And make sure you will be chained and thrown in a cell to rot.”

Something in his eyes darkened, and ever so slowly, he started to slither towards. Just as he was right in front of you, he lowered his face to you, harshly grabbing your jaw in a painful grip as he forced your eyes on him.

“You threaten all those things, yet I heard that you couldn’t even start a fight when we captured you at the port,” Tamva said, an ugly curl in his lips and eyes that looked at you with such disgust in his eyes, your breath hitched into a stop. “Pathetic.”

Eyes wide from fear, you felt a shiver run down through you when his forked tongue ever so lightly grazed your lips, all the while fuming at his insults.

Satisfied to see your eyes flaring in anger, he lets go of you with a rough push, turning his back on you.

“Bring her down the cell, boys!”

“Yessir!” the crew all shouted in response.

The human and the half-orc from before took your arms and lifted you up, dragging you into the dark cell.

——— 

The cell was dark, damp, and cold. Although your ropes were untied and you weren’t chained, the iron bars didn’t forgive any possible escape. All of your belongings were stripped away from you, including the pouch of herbs you bought at the market with Tokimune, and angry tears prickled your eyes at how helpless you felt.

Night apparently has fallen, as a gnoll brought a plate of stale, hard bread and cheese to eat for dinner. He slid it under the cell and seeing your apprehensiveness of accepting the food, the gnoll let out a high-pitched laugh, assuring you that it was bought from the market today. Still tentative, you took a bite, and devoured it down as your stomach rumbled with hunger; the gnoll was there the whole time, keeping watch. Once you were done, you begrudgingly thanked him and slid the plate back at him and he accepted your gratitude with a chuckle.

Before he left, he told you, “I was surprised, you know, when you pulled out that knife when I grabbed you out of the carriage. Wasn’t expecting it.”

With a start, you realised he was the one who carried you to this ship and you narrowed your eyes at him, to which he responded with another howling laugh that lasted even after he closed the door behind him.

Another hour or so passed when the door opened. Your head perked up at the sound and you watched with a racing heart as blue scales emerged from the entrance, glimmering against the lamp.

“You,” you sneered, nose scrunching from distaste.

“Yes, princess. It’s me.”

Tamvan gave a little scoff as he slithered inside, curling his long tail, at least thrice your height, in a circle around him before closing the door. Unlike earlier, he wore a navy-coloured coat on his broad figure, the silver embroidery blending in well with his hair. The urge to stab his tail and ruin his beautiful scales was so great, that your fingers tightly gripped the cell bar until your knuckle turned white—alas, your knife was somewhere in the port when that gnoll slapped it away from you.

“What do you want?”

“I’m here to keep an eye on you.”

You were surprised at that, and equally vexed by the thought that he would be here the entire night as you slept.

“Don’t worry, princess.” 

From the pouch hanging lowly on his hip belt, he brought out a neatly folded paper, and with a start, you noticed the Xaenait emblem—a wax sealed with the shape of a magnolia flower.

“Your father promised to pay an extra three hundred gold coins if ‘the princess is unscathed and unharmed’,” he read from the paper, a taunting smile plastered on his thin, pale lips.  “How generous of his highness.”

He rolled his eyes at the fierce glare you sent his way. Nonetheless, he showed you the paper, and relief washed over you at seeing your father’s handwriting and the vermillion, square stamp at the end of the paragraph.

“The deal’s settled. You’ll be released back to your little palace in three nights.”

An unconconscious sigh left you, your fingers on the bars loosening as well.

Tamva chuckled obnoxiously. “How delightful to see you’re finally in a good mood.”

Your body tensed at his unneeded comment. “How would you feel if you were kidnapped and thrown in a cell?”

“Be thankful that you’re not in chains, and that none of my crews are laying a hand on you,” he hissed. “Most pirates aren’t as generous as us.”

“Thank you so much for your hospitality, then,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Could you also be ever so kind and give me a tour under the starry night?”

His powerful tail hit your cell bars, narrowly missing your hands as the impact rattled the iron. You yelped as a great wave of fear hit you, the sound of his tail striking the bars ringing in your ears unpleasantly.

“I will say it once and I won’t repeat it again,” he said through gritted teeth, “you may be a princess in Xaenait, but as long as you’re on my ship, you’ll learn to know your place.”

Recovering from the shock, you leaned closer to the bars and retorted back at him in a low voice, trying to keep your voice from shaking, “Well, let’s see what happens to that extra three hundred gold coins then.”

Tamva let out another great hiss, his forked tongue tasting your fear in the air, yet didn’t say anything back at you, knowing that he was greatly risking your father’s offer. He heaved a sigh and sat on a stool, arms crossed as he watched you with a cold gaze.

Ignoring his stare, you turned away and hesitantly settled on the wooden floor, shutting your eyes in hopes of finding sleep. All the while, Tamva watched you unwaveringly, laughing to himself incredulously at how quickly you fell asleep despite being held hostage. You smelled of herbs that left a tang, bitter smell on his nose, while his tongue captured the sweetness of your scent that lingered in the air like a vice.

All those glares and scowls you gave him were quite amusing to him, but also ever the more irritating and confusing to see how much you fought back futilely despite your helplessness and fear. But now, seeing the gentle rise and fall of your body from snoring softly in your sleep, his eyes unconsciously softened, and his heartbeat quickened its pace ever so slightly.

A breath of cold air entered through the gaps in the door, which made a shiver ripple through him despite the coat he wore. He cursed himself for not bringing a thicker coat, not realising how cold the cell was for his cold-blooded body. Glancing at your sleeping form, he felt the heat radiating off of you pleasantly, making him wonder if you would screech at him in rage if he were to curl his tail around your body.

Shaking his head to clear those thoughts away, he hugged his coat tighter and leaned closer to the lamp instead, trying to alleviate the cold and perhaps to ignore the slight longing he felt to feel the warmth from you.

Part 2

Check out my other stories set in the same world! (It might help with understanding some of the overlaps mentioned in this story)

Swords Clashing (Orc x F! Reader)

Weaving Through Complications (Tiefling x F! Reader)

A Crown & Masks (Oni x F! Reader)

[phen-akism]

More of my beast master ranger tav, Volya because they live rent free in my brain.

Volya comes off as a very quiet steady presence, having spent much time just them and their wolf companion, who they consider to be a brother. Spend a little time however and they become more animated, deeply playful and very physicaly affectionate. Volya is protective of them and theirs, slow to loosen their grip once they’ve decided someone is one of theirs.

They were raised in an isolationist society that dedicated themselves to protect a site where the veil between the worlds had worn thin. This order hid themselves and the site of power from the world and worked tirelessly to protect its borders, both physical and interplanar, from intruders and so Volya was raised as a warrior from a young age. They were taught how to fight as part of an effective unit, how to take the lead when necessary to reach the goal for the collective and how to wield Ranger magics to commune with the land they guarded. It was an upbringing taught them to shun the wider world and covet the closeness of their shield mates ardently.

They were later exiled from this society when the population outgrew what the teratorry could sustain and it was decreed some of their young and capable be sent out into the world to lessen the burden.

The approximately 25 years between entering the wider world and the events on the nautaloud were uneventful and desperately lonely for Volya, as their sister who had also been chosen to journey out with them perished due to illness early on. Their upbringing had not taught them how to reach out to those not already considered their kin and so they spend much of that time with only their dear wolf companion for company.

After the events of the nautaliod, both their training in fighting as a team and the excuse for much longed after companionship the shared problem provided served Volya well. My excuse for them being the main character is they were simply the most motivated to get everyone to participate in some semblance of teamwork. Laezel had many of the same skills in that regard but Volyas slightly higher charisma and benefit of being there longer had them winning out for this role

Early Volya was very amicable, they would not pry, they would not ruffle at any insults and they’d often offer their skills whenever the opportunity arose. They quelled arguments within the group when they could and they cut the figure of a selfless adventurer but in reality they were lonely, desperately scared and being liked or at least tolerated was a defence for that

At the first sign of the group electing them as the the decision maker they latched onto that responsibility fiercely. The parallels between their sisters illness and this groups seemingly fatal problem affected them deeply and they were very driven to get those they now considered their people.

They often but their tongue in the early days, only showing real personality when they were sure it would be welcomed but the first real slip of that mask was laezel and shadowheartd confrontation. Seeing them let a personal slight go so far with all that was at stake especially when Volya could see their upbringing’s had so much in common not only with eachother but their own had them snap.

The fact that incident gained them more rapot with both of them instead of chasing them away had Volya lowering their guard more and eventually they learned how to just be with people again instead of constantly finding a part to play.

While they do good when the opportunity is there, they are protective of their own to a fault. Volya would burn the world for those they felt responsible for if they would let them. Baldurs gate definitely benefited from a lot of the voices in Volyas ear leaning towards altruism. It’s not that it would be easy to turn them towards darker motives, it’s just that they’ve never entirely broken free of that isolationist way of being, they fall back to providing for them and theirs alone in hard times and they are fiercely practical when the need calls.

Volya was very easily steered towards fulfilling the vendettas the group held. It’s rare cases that they truly lean into the anger behind it, at heart they want the group warm, fed, healthy and safe and things in the way of that have to go. Slow to anger but also slow to calm the times Volya would get swept up in the vengeance could get messy.

After the elder brain they went with Wyll (at that point their betrothed) and karlach to the hells. As much as they’d grown on the journey there is something to be said about the fact they’re living the same life as ever: spending every moment driving towards a cure for karlach and chasing vengeance against mizora for wyll. That said those two are probably the best equipped to eventually encourage Volya to dream of something more in life. For now they’re just happy to have something to run towards with ones they love.

[sorcerous-caress]

I’ve been thoroughly admiring the content of your human kink tag and your ideas about the modern au high elf with a desperate kink for humans meeting an online friend who-surprise!-is human now lives rent free in my brain. I want to edge him until he cries and then give him as many half elves as he wants. I love my men sopping wet and utterly pathetic and this absolute loser is ticking every single one of my boxes.

Especially since he is a high elf. Those people clutch their pearls at even the idea of impurities in their bloodline, they pride themselves on their superiority and how they don't allow humans in their settlements unlike the wood elves.

So for one of them, ending up becoming such a pathetic desperate loser for humans is a golden twist of fate.

His obsession with humans just gets more fueled each day by the fact so many of them are around, why else did he move out of elf settlements and go live in the big city?

When he arrived at first, he was so sure the humans will be chasing him. He was already a very respected and popular bachelor in elf society.

But no, the humans barely pay him any attention, besides the occasional glances at his ears or the incorrect pronunciation of his name. They seem...used to his kind here.

And he slowly spirals into desperation and obsession, because god the humans aren't giving him the attention he thought he deserved. So why not get that attention from the Internet? Human pornagrophy and human streamers were always a guilty pleasure of his even before he moved here.

But instead of these things giving him courage to approach humans, they do the opposite. He can't look at someone with rounded ears and human features without getting semi-hard. Wiring his brain to always associate humans with pleasure, fucking himself each night to thoughts of the whore race and how warming his cock is clearly their only purpose.

It's practically impossible for him to look at humans normally now, no matter how hard he tries. Whenever he makes a human acquaintance, he imagines bending them over or sending them a video of him screaming their name in bed while fucking into his own fist.

So he blocks them immediately out of fear, what if the humans find out and are disgusted with him? What if he is forced to go back to elf society?? He can't risk that, he can't let them even suspect him.

His routine after work is browsing the " xhuman" forums threads, the latest post was a video about a dragonborn double penetrating a human, it was one that had a choke hold on him for the next 3 hours until his legs were shaking.

He always imagines himself as the dominant top ravishing the fragile human in these scenarios, always pretends he can order a human around without stammering, as if he has enough self restraint not to immediately beg the human to let him cum the second they hint at edging him.

Elves don't need to sleep. So after you two become "official" friends, he will be bothering you 24/7. Constantly touching and groping you, marveling at how soft humans are, how squishy and filled their bodies are.

He can't even get off to porn anymore, not since that day you were riding him and decided to spit in his mouth and make him thank you for it. He came with tears in his eyes, babbling incoherently and mixing up elvish and common.

Especially how different he is in public, how hard he tries to keep the imagine of the graceful calm high elf. But only you know the true slut that lurks underneath, the same one that came untouched yesterday just from you playing with his ears, the same one sitting next to you on the public transport right now, pretending he isn't hiding a boner under the bag he keeps on his lap.

[strawberrypinky]

Would it be possible to get a sneak peak or snippet for chapter 4 of fire & ice👀👀 it’s completely fine if not. This fic has just been living in my brain rent free.

Or could we hear any of your headcanons for Elodie or Enver, or both?💖💖

Me? Getting to yap about my fic? For free?? BET.

First of all, THANK YOU Love xx. It truly makes my day when I hear people love my little passion project 💕

And of course you can get a sneaky little sneak peek:

All his claiming of superiority and imputing the dregs of society he once belonged to with an inferiority that could have been his had ceased to exist as he stood in that ballroom, Archduke of Baldur's Gate and a wife at his side. Elodie had scarcely looked at him all night, her face frozen with a perfectly manicured smile and an impeccable veneer of politeness whenever someone congratulated them, though Enver could see it slipping in moments where she thought none would see. A gentle quiver of her lip, a solemn tear escaping from her eye – it was a foolish display of weakness. He would reprimand her for it, and Bane tutted impatiently in his mind for allowing the impudence, but Enver supposed the privacy of their bedroom would serve as a more suitable location, specifically since their actual wedding in the eyes of his Lord would still need to take place priorly, and he'd much rather have her cooperating.

The wife of Bane's Chosen wouldn't show defiance - not in the eyes of the congregation and their Lord.

She would kneel and submit - to Bane, to Enver, their protection, their will.

Enver knew in spite of her defiance, she was astute and would come to understand he acted in her best interest and he was not unnecessarily cruel but, in fact, benevolent. Enver was not Nubaldin, who had delighted in being heuristic about his newest methods of abuse. Raphael had bid his time until Nubaldin had at least beat him to sufficient submission, though he was no less vituperative when he finally did acknowledge him. And though the cambion had preferred to use his chthonian tongue, at times, he was incensed enough to take a swing himself. Enver was unlike either of those two – he did not love Elodie, and he never would. Love was futile, a powerful but perilous means of control, and he would never allow himself that, though he doubted it was even possible for him to love another. Love was a fantasy for fools and the unlucky, and Enver was neither. He would give her anything she could ever want if only she asked; trust, companionship, power, sex, the world - but he could not give her love.

"We should take our leave soon," he bent down, whispering in her ear, before returning his attention to Lord Shattershield and the wine goblet in his hand. He felt her tensing up beneath his hand, but he paid her little mind as his gaze swept over the crowds one final time.

The Liardon family, it seems, had invited what seemed like every proud patriar and affluent merchant of the Gate, the crowd an amalgamation of bohemian intellectuals, eclectic artisans, tenacious militants and gaudy devisees. He could see his own parents gabbing with Counsellor Florrick, Selise Liardon scarcely hanging on in her poor health, yet the woman smiled brightly at Lady Jannath and her substitute husband – an artist Enver had never heard of before. Her companions stood off to the side, their eyes betraying the fury they felt, and yet they stood quietly as they chatted amongst themselves before finally, Enver espied Duke Liardon, whose eyes were hardened, the man a light shade of pink as he drowned his sorrows in a goblet of Elverquisst and half-heartedly listened to Duke Porytr's monologue. Enver's victorious smirk only widened, the defeat in the Duke's eyes only adding to his ecstasy as he tightened his grip on Elodie in a mocking display, dismissing her squeak of protest as he relished in his victory.

He had won – well and truly won, and there were no two ways about it. Elodie Liardon – Gortash, he corrected himself – was eternally his. They would build the kingdom he had been promised, ascending to the rightful station of Bane's most worthy – his most faithful. In mere moments, she would submit herself to Bane with utterances and body, and Enver shivered in delight as he thought of her kneeling at his feet before they would lose each other in ecstasy. He was certain Bane would reward them well for each malevolent punishment his Dark Lord bestowed benevolent largesse if he was particularly pleased with his followers.

As for headcanons? Well, let’s see…

Enver is a bit of a glutton as a result of being starved as a child in the Hells. He also has a bit of a stomach as a result.

Elodie speaks several languages, such as Common, Chondathan, Elvish, Alzhedo and Illuskan. She’s also fairly proficient in several dialects and knows a little Drow. Enver, on the other hand, only knows Common, though he has a decent knowledge of Infernal due to his time in the Hells.

Elodie would be a Bard if she wasn’t a Sorcerer. She also feels more elven than human, despite being primarily raised by a human mother.

If he had been raised in a loving family, Enver would’ve been a Cleric of Gond whose inventions actually helped people/Baldur’s Gate.

This will be more important in upcoming chapters, but: Neither Elodie nor Enver want children, and both of them have their own reasons for that. Enver does, however, always follow Bane’s command, so he demands they have them anyway.

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

felt like writing, inbox wasn't calling to me, but here's some Modern AU Tydii. Might do more AU's, there's always kinda fun, anyway...

Also, in this, imagine Saedii wearing the denim fit Taylor Swift wore to the Chiefs game back at the start of September (linked here in case y'all didn't see the fit that lives rent free in my brain lmao)

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In Tyler’s defence, he was drunk. He was normally a more reserved person and not one to do things like get shit-faced, but Scarlett had been giving him shots and Saedii was in a corset top that made him think thoughts that left his brain wandering away from where he should have been focussed on not letting his sister ply him with shots.

Alas, now he was stuck in a cell with Saedii (in her denim shorts and the aforementioned corset top from his personal heaven - and hell) and the drinks are wearing off enough that he knows he punched someone at the bar but his inhibitions are still low enough that he is not focussed on that at all, too busy thinking about how devastatingly beautiful Saedii looks when she’s pissed off. He likes women with edges, so sue him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, making her tilt her head down from where she was glaring at the ceiling to look at him. He tries not to wince at the slight split in her lip, a touch guilty for not stepping in before the jackass at the bar had a chance to throw a punch.

“Peachy,” Saedii answers dryly, deeply unimpressed with the fact she was stuck in this cell. Possibly even more unimpressed that they were stuck together.

“How’s your face feel?” She shoots him a deadpan look, but then smirks.

“Better than the other guy,” he smirks back at that, not feeling the slightest bit guilty for said other guy. Saedii considers him for a second, purple eyes intense. “Thanks for that by the way. I didn’t need you to step in, but thank you nonetheless,” she says, and he nods.

“Anytime,” he assures her, before the pair fall back into silence. All being in a police holding cell at 2am aside, it was nice. Saedii has closed her eyes leant her head back against the wall and he takes a moment to take her in, before letting the remnants of drunk Tyler take over and cross the cell to sit next to her. She opens her eyes and and looks at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to explain why he’s now in her space. “Go on a date with me?” 

Saedii blinks at the question, and he mentally pats himself on the back for being able to surprise her.

“And why would I do that?” She asks in kind and he shrugs.

“Because I like you and you can’t tell me you’re not interested, I saw how you looked at me tonight,” he says and she rolls her eyes, but her ears are beginning to redden.

“I was drunk.”

“In vino veritas,” he says, grinning when she tries to elbow him. “I’m a big boy, I can handle a no. But I really do like you, Saedii and I would like to date you if you’d be down,” he states, leaving it at that and going to sit back against the opposite wall. He can feel her watching him and winks at her before mimicking her earlier position and leaning his head on the wall with his eyes closed.

“Okay,” she says and he opens his eyes and meets hers.

“Is that a yes, then?” Saedii nods and he can’t help but grin.

“Next Friday, 7pm. Don’t plan something boring,” she says and he nods.

“I will think wider than the ‘dinner and a movie’ box, especially for you Saedii,” she seems pleased enough with this answer, but doesn’t get a chance to reply before a cop interrupts them with a knock of keys against the holding cells bar.

“That bloke doesn’t want to press charges, you two are free to go,” he says and Saedii hums derisively, standing and walking to the officer as he starts to unlock their cell. Tyler follows suit, not wanting to be stuck here much longer.

The night is brisk (see: absolutely freezing) when they emerge from the station and he catches a muttered curse from Saedii as the breeze hits the skin revealed by her outfit. He barely has a second to consider what he’s doing before he has taken his letterman jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. Saedii looks like she wants to reject the gesture, but chooses instead to shove her arms through the sleeves and turn to him.

“I’ll give this back next time I see you,” she says, obviously uncomfortable with owing him something but he shakes his head with a smile.

“Nah, keep it if you want, it suits you,” he says. She considers his words before turning to go.

“Friday, don’t be late,” she states, before beginning to walk away.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he calls after her, watching her walking away and enjoying the sight of her with ‘Jones’ across her shoulders.

[ghostofskywalker]

Hey Tori! Sliding in with a 3k (yay!!! congratulations🩷) request for Echo our most beloved <33

I am forever thinking about that one scene where Echo says "Harm her and you're a dead man". It lives rent free in my brain and never fails to make me smile the ways is says it is just so-

So maybe something with Echo being a little extra protective over the reader? Looking out for them and making sure they stay safe?

thank you ezzie!! he is just So Lovely!! i don't know if this is anything like what you had in mind but i really hope you enjoy this :)

words: 1,750

summary: rationally, echo knew this assignment was going to be easy, an in and out acquisition of information. he's just annoyed that he's not the one playing your lover at that gala tonight.

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Under a Watchful Eye

Echo watched from his seat in the cockpit as you stepped out of the barracks area of the ship, and the dress you were wearing stopped his breath for a minute. It was long and flowing, fluttering and shifting around your legs with every step you took, and the fact that the color was a near-perfect match to that of his old battalion was not helping. 

But unfortunately, he was not the one you were dressed up for. 

Technically, the mission was the reason that you had donned the gown that had apparently come from Echo’s deepest fantasies, not a person. But still, this assignment required two people, as you were going undercover as guests at a banquet. And much to his dismay, it wasn’t him that had the privilege of being the one who played your lover this evening. 

No, that honor had apparently been bestowed on Crosshair. 

Logically, it made sense why you and Crosshair were the ones going on this mission. Even though there was little to no Separatist presence on this planet at this point, you couldn’t risk being recognized, and Crosshair was the member of the team that looked the least like a traditional clone (and he was also the least likely to draw attention to himself in the way that the others would). 

But even though it made sense, it didn’t mean that Echo had to be happy about it. 

He knew his brother, he knew that there was no way Crosshair would willingly put you in harms way or leave you behind, but there was still a festering cauldron of worry in Echo’s stomach as he thought about the fact that all he could do at this point is just sit and wait until you left the function. He would have to sit by if something happened to you in there, and he hated the thought of it. 

“Do I look okay?” you asked, stepping into the cockpit as you finished putting a pair of earrings in your ears. As well as matching the color of the dress, they would serve as a communication device that could easily be turned on and off from a remote location, this way if anyone tried to scan you, nothing would show up. That was Echo’s job this evening: to sit there with Tech, Wrecker, and Hunter and listen to everything that went on while you and Crosshair were gathering the information they would send back to Commander Cody.

It took him a moment to realize that you were talking to him, and his eyes widened slightly before he responded. “You look amazing,” he said earnestly. 

“Thank you,” you responded, and he could see the hint of a smile cross your face. “I wasn’t sure how the dress would look, since I don’t usually wear this type of thing.” 

“Well, I would never know it if I just looked at you,” he said, the urge to walk over to you and take your hand only growing. “I mean it, you look stunning.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but were interrupted when Tech stepped into the space. “Oh good, you’re here,” he said, directing his attention to you. “Come with me, I have a few things for you to add to the ensemble.” 

The “extra defense” had been Echo’s idea, a way to ensure that you would be able to defend yourself if necessary. Just in case everything went wrong, he wanted to make sure that you made it out unscathed, and it would be a lot easier if you had a tiny blaster strapped to your leg. 

Right as you and Tech walked away, Crosshair stepped into the cockpit. He was a wearing a suit, the tie matching the color of your dress perfectly. Somehow he had found a way to cover his tattoo, and Echo hated to say it, but the image of you and him together screamed “power couple” to anyone who wasn’t aware of your identities. 

The only thing wrong with Crosshair’s look this evening was the scowl etched onto his face. “Do you have all the information from Cody about the mission?” Echo asked, wanting to make sure they didn’t miss anything. 

“Yes.” 

“And you remember where we’re going to meet you when you have the intel?” 

“Yes.”

“And you know-” 

“Echo,” Crosshair said, cutting him off with a matching glare. “I already got this lecture from Hunter, I don’t need it from you too. I promise that I won’t let anything happen to your girlfriend.” 

“She’s not-” 

“-Your girlfriend, I know,” Crosshair said. “Even though you’re acting like it right now.” 

“I’m-” 

But Crosshair silenced him with a look. “You’re questioning me like I’m brand new to the team, and you haven’t been able to stop glancing over at the entrance to the barracks. It’s not that hard to figure out that you have feelings for her.” Crosshair was right, but Echo did not want to admit it. “Look, if you don’t want to say anything to me it’s fine, but don’t lie to yourself about it.”

Echo was suddenly very glad to see you step back into the cockpit, because he had no idea what he was going to say to that. However, that happiness was tempered slightly when he realized it was time for you and Crosshair to leave. After one final check to make sure that everyone was up to date on the plan, he sat down in one of the seats in the cockpit and watched you walk away until you were too small to see. 

Security was bypassed, and you and Crosshair had successfully infiltrated the banquet. This was an assignment that spawned from an unnamed informant to the Senate, so they didn’t have as many details as they would have liked about what was going to go down, but so far it seemed like everything was going to work out and no major catastrophes would happen. 

“Do you see anyone suspicious?” you asked quietly, and you voice easily carried so that the rest of the team could hear you through the small device that Tech made to communicate with your earrings. 

“Not right now,” Crosshair responded, his voice slightly quieter. “But I don’t think we’ll have a good vantage point from where we are now.”��

“Where should we go?” 

“What about over there?” 

They could hear shuffling, so it was clear that you were moving somewhere, but the fact that this device only picked up audio was starting to get a little annoying. Echo wanted to see what was happening, rather than just hear what was being said. 

Suddenly the music suddenly got a little louder, and his curiosity only grew. 

Finally, your voice once again came through the radio, and he was allowed to imagine some of what was going on out there. “Wow Crosshair, you didn’t tell me you were such a good dancer.”

“I’m a man of many talents.” 

“I’m sure.” 

It was only for the mission, it was only for the mission, it was only for the mission, Echo kept repeating to himself. Although he understood the fact that you and Crosshair were going to be posing as lovers for this event, he didn’t really think about what that might have entailed. The thought of you dancing with someone that wasn’t him was almost too much, but he forced himself to keep his cool. 

***

Trouble always found them, there was no way they should have expected anything different with this mission. After you and Crosshair had acquired some very interesting information from another set of guests (which sounded a hell of a lot like what they needed to bring back to Cody), Tech was right about to tell you and Crosshair to meet the rest of them back at the ship when the sound of blaster fire came across the communication device, and they realized something was wrong.

Instantly, Echo jumped into a frenzy. “What’s going on?” he asked worriedly, pulling the radio device up to his lips. 

“Bounty hunters just showed up!” you whispered. “I don’t know what they want though.” 

“That doesn’t matter, you need to get out of there, now!”

Crosshair’s voice came through the device next. “Wow, what am I? Chopped bantha?” 

“You know I meant both of you!” Echo responded, rolling his eyes. He didn’t have time for the jokes right now, not when you were in danger. “Now, before anyone sees you!” 

All they could do was wait until you and Crosshair could be seen through the windows of the cockpit, and it was taking a much longer time than Echo was comfortable with. Although the communication devices you wore were still technically active, the sounds of footsteps and general chaos really were not of any use to them when trying to determine your location. 

Finally though, the two of you were bounding up the ramp of the Marauder, and Tech was pulling the ship off the surface of the planet and back into hyperspace. None of the other batchers batted an eye when Echo got up from his seat and made a beeline to where you had just walked in. 

Crosshair had already disappeared, probably having gone into the refresher to wash whatever was hiding his tattoo, and you smiled at Echo when he got close enough. “Are you okay?” he asked, noticing a few rips near the bottom of your dress. 

“I’m fine,” you responded, reaching out to take his hand. “We got out of there just in time, no one even noticed us leave.” 

“But-” 

“We took a shortcut through some woods and the shoes they sent me weren’t really meant for anything too extreme,” you said, laughing quietly as you reached up to place your other hand on his cheek. Echo’s gaze traveled back up to your face, and he couldn’t help but fall in love with the smile you gave him. “I promise, everything is okay now.” 

“I know,” he said, too busy drowning in the sensation of your fingertips touching his skin to really worry about what he was saying. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Me too Echo,” you said, pulling your hand away from his face. Echo would have been upset at the shift if you hadn’t leaned up and placed the softest of kisses on his cheek. It felt like his skin was set aflame, your lips permanently marking his face; it was evidence that he’d always be yours, even if you didn’t know it yet. “Me too.” 

- the end -

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What kind of personality does Toshi have and what backstory?

I am still in the process of fleshing out his story but! Here's what I have so far...

(Art by: Aixen )

Japanese Name: 時紫 雨花

Surname: Toshi 時紫 (violet hour)

First Name: Ukuwa (rain flower)

Alias: White Rabbit (By most), Eighty-Six (By Sho after they breakup) 

Birthday: June 8

Age: 19

Gender: Cis Male

Height: 190cm (6'2")

Noise Form: Jackalope Cantus

Trivia/facts:

I designed him next to Rindou so they looked super hot together but then Shou swiped him like the asshole he is - I have yet to play Neo so maybe UkuRin will be able to recover but rn the Shou living rent free in my brain doesn't seem to want to share

I made Ukuwa's motif Hydrangea after a trip to the Hydrangea Shrine.

He's extremely picky about food and drink tempretures, like, it has to be just right or he'll tear you a new one

Loves Chai flavour

Every barista's nightmare, he'll yell at you if you don't pay attention to his laundry list order

He fiddles with his ear piercings when he's nervous

He thumps his feet like a rabbit when he's pissed

The neediest fucking bottom

Personality

A hardworking, judgemental and esteemed horologist. Time means everything to Ukuwa and he always seems to be in a rush! He is nicknamed 'Shibuya's White Rabbit' since he is often spotted dashing around the streets mumbling about schedules.

Ukuwa is strict and harsh but especially towards himself. He hates relying on people and prefers to get things done on his own. He is extremely counter dependent. If absolutely necessary, he takes extreme care in picking who to have around. He mostly sees people as tools for his own convenience. He calls people 'cogs'.

He has a very good eye for art and is passionate about design. He doesn't get excited often but when it comes to art, that is the one time his eyes light up.

Ukuwa's character arc is about slowing down and embracing the moment, being able to acknowledge your progress, allowing yourself to accept help and allowing friendships with unconditional love to blossom.

Backstory

tldr; He is the CPTSD haver ever - Trigger warning for: child abuse, neglect, divorce

An only child who did not have his emotional needs met. Ukuwa was raised by an abusive, alcoholic father who was a electronics technician and a neglectful mother who was a highschool teacher. Both his parents had high expectations towards him right away. Failure to perform with the best outcome would result in: solitary confinement + hitting/whipping as punishment whether that be in school, house chores, or even going out. He has scars all over his hands as a result which is why he wears gloves all the time.

Ukuwa would be locked in an empty room after a rough beating to 'reflect on his actions' for hours, his only company being clocks. This is where his obsession with clocks started. Curious and bored, Ukuwa would start to disassemble clocks at a young age to figure out their workings. One could’ve gone insane, but Ukuwa was grateful that the clock would tell him when the pain was over and he could see the light again.

His parents divorced when he was in middle school, both of them getting newer partners with other children. This applied extra pressure onto him to perform well. Unfortunately, Ukuwa was often casted aside in favour of his step/half siblings. He is desperate to prove that he isn't a burden. In fact, that's a really big fear of his.

Ukuwa functions on guilt and shame. His fear of being a burden and a failure is what causes his workaholicism and lack of care towards himself. He pushes forward and only forward. He does not allow himself to rest. Time only moves forward, and so he wants to move only forward too.

This means that he's chronically counter dependent and refuses help when it is offered. He avoids connecting with people unless it's absolutely necessary and for business purposes. Because one less person to be around means one less person to be a burden and disappointment to.

Ukuwa saved up a lot as a child just to move out and to escape his family. Once he graduated from high school, he immediately moved out to Tokyo and has been living in a sharehouse.

He currently attends a college of jewelry in Shibuya, learning how to make clocks of all kinds. He is obsessed with Il Cavallo Del Re and dreams to design clothes and watches for them.

Now, I don't usually have my OCs getting TOO involved in canon but this is sort of an exception (though Ukuwa does not effect TWEWY mainplot) *puts hands together* So where does he fit into TWEWY? WELL-

One day, when he was rushing around mumbling about time and being late, he got caught up in a sinkhole and he dies. (Haha, ironic bc of his nickname which references the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland) He was already feeling terrible because his clock design didn't get included in this competition he had participated in.

But he lands himself in one of Minamimoto Shou's earlier Reaper Games. At this point, Shou hasn't discovered Taboo bullshittery. This game takes place a while before Neku comes along.

His entry fee was his concept of time. This means that he cannot even see the timer on his phone and can only recieve missions. Ukuwa is hyper vigilant (thanks cptsd). That means he's extra sensitive to light and sound. He has several clocks on him with different 'voices' that soothes him. Suddenly, he can't hear them anymore and that throws him off real bad.

He gets grabbed by a straight-for-pay lesbian hostess and party girl, Hana, admist the panic of Day 1. She grabs him because he looks 'reliable' and wealthy. (she was wrong. Ukuwa is gay and he only looks wealthy because the clothes he wears is what he designed and he's good with his hands)

Hana forms a pact with him, wanting to take advantage of him like she usually does with men because she treats them like wallets. Her entry fee was money, so she cannot spend money throughout the game and has to rely on stingy Ukuwa. Ukuwa has to rely on Hana to keep track of the time.

They start off pretty rocky at first because Ukuwa doesn't have patience for her antics and Hana gets frustrated by how Ukuwa is so careful with how he uses his money and how he doesn't seem to know how to have fun.

Ukuwa's pysch is cryokinesis. Because you know. Time has literally stopped for him. He can summon icicles and walls of ice. Hana has immense strength and smacks the shit out of noise with her purse. They become quite a good team throughout the week.

Ukuwa starts to enjoy the moment instead of trying to push forward and ignore his feelings, and Hana learns that partying and drinking won't solve all of her problems.

Tldr, he falls in love with Shou so hard and he already struggles with feelings of uselessness in the RG so he ends up becoming a reaper. Their relationship happens very quickly and it's veeeery toxic (but that's what makes it tasty)

If you wanna know the deets about UkuShou-

Ukuwa x Shou

Ukuwa is immediately intruged by Shou's trash heaps. The symbolism and the cynycism towards humans speaks out to him. It's the first time he really feels connection towards someone. The precision of the trash, how it's held up so sturdily and is obviously so deliberate is impressive to him. Hana tries to snag a piece of trash that looks useful as a weapon and Ukuwa yells at her and puts it back. He calls it an art installment.

He doesn't know that Shou is the artist behind the heaps. Not until the trash cat turns up anyways. He actually finds Shou insufferable and annoying at first. The yelling into the megaphone is pretty triggering to him and he doesn't hesitate to throw an icicle at Shou. When he finds out that Shou is the artist though, he can't help but grow more and more curious.

When Shou hears Ukuwa praising his art, he's pretty confused at first. He normally doesn't care if measly humans can't understand his art's brilliance and beauty, so hearing Ukuwa reading his piece like a book is different and a little unsettling. One part of him is happy? But the other part of him just doesn't want to admit that he's understood.

So throughout the week, he makes more unhinged art pieces and challenges Ukuwa to guess the symbolism and he denies how correct Ukuwa is every time. It's annoying how bright Ukuwa looks when he talks about his art. But it's also really endearing too.

Anyways, Shou grows curious about Ukuwa and it's a running theme that he tries to interrogate him in closed spaces like alleyways, the phonebooth of love (where they share their first kiss) and changing rooms. They bicker, argue, talk about art, the mission, etc.

Ukuwa is a stupid baby gay and he starts seeing Shou as a person and he starts to understand and speak in maths lingo too. Shou becomes so fascinating and beautiful to him so he makes the extra effort to get to know him. He has the biggest crush and Hana notices too- Even trying to set them up in her own silly way.

I should prolly mention that I hc that Shou is colourblind and has protanomaly colour blindness (weak to red/green) and like.

Shou vision Ukuwa is vibrant and pretty it's insane.

I fully agree with Kiga's Shou HC and I think Shou had his art criticized in the past due to his questionable colour choices which lead to him making more sculpture stuff than paint. ANYWAYS-

Shou eventually accepts that he is understood by Ukuwa and by the time it's day 7, he realizes that actually, he kinda doesn't want Ukuwa to die in his hands. Luckily, Shibuya's Reaper's Game rules at this point aren't exactly solid yet and Shou being Shou finds loopholes. On the last day, there are a few surviving duos that reach the top of Pork City to fight Leo Cantus. This is when Ukuwa tosses humanity right out the window and he essentially erases all remaining players aside from himself and his partner Hana.

He's under the impression that one of them will have to die so he tells Shou that he'll gladly 'give him his movement' and die in his hands, but Shou cannot bring himself to do that and asks him to stay and add art to this world with him.

Tldr, thanks to the loophole of mission mail wording, Ukuwa is able to become a reaper and the two become even more inseparable.

They are very horny and very obsessed with each other. Ukuwa drops everything for love. Unfortunately, Ukuwa is a needy bitch and he relies on Shou for his dopamine. Shou is a free spirit and he likes his space so the relationship falls apart after a few months.

Ukuwa is actually the one that dumps Shou because he was 'five minutes and twenty three seconds late to our date'.

This hurts Shou's pride a lot because how DARE he get dumped. But here's the thing- they keep banging anyways. They are like magnets. And Shou is SO smug about it too. Because Ukuwa is in denial about still having feelings but he keeps going back!

I have yet to play NEO but after Shou dies in TWEWY Ukuwa acts like a fucking widower and he has a relapse with his workaholism. Kariya really helps him loosen up and enjoy the moment.

When Shou is revived in NEO, Ukuwa is like a sobbing mess. I imagine by then, Ukuwa has grown as a person more and he has learnt to give Shou space so they end back together. Shou also learns to have some empathy and stop being so selfish and finally apologizes (shocking) and they get back together. With their bond stronger than ever, they end up having a daughter (light puck baby) named Miu who is almost as unhinged as they are. She LOVES physics. She's a genius. And also a super powerful angel but I'll explain that another day LOL

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 43

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I'm so soft for this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

HUGE EAT SPLITTING PTERODACTYL SCREECH to @unknownfanartist who once did an amazing animation that inspired the crux of this chapter! I genuinely don't know if the patreon saw it, but I sure did. It still lives in my brain rent free and sometimes I just open it on my phone and stare.

Also gotta shout @thepinkpanther83 who asked for Donnie to get some loving to his poor overtaxed feet. i may have shied away from going as far as you wanted, but I hope you still like it 👉👈

ALSO I BET YOU UNCOVERED YOUR EARS WELL TOO BAD BECAUSE HERE'S ANOTHER DRUM BURSTING UNHOLY NOISE THIS TIME GOING TO @mothmans-left-nipple for giving me the INCREDIBLE TASTY DELICIOUS content of the repeated bites 😏😏😏 It was truly such a perfect addition! They always come in with the clutch finishing moves!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: scissoring, bra removal, folds fondling and adjusting, a mountain of slit mentions, and some clit stuff for good measure

Leaning back on the couch, you were uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you hadn’t moved in a while. In fact, the vegetative state you’d been in was pretty nice. It also wasn’t the hour. Sometime in the late afternoon, there was still enough time that dinner wasn’t quite a formed thought. It absolutely wasn’t the state of your partner. It was a limited touch day and it rarely bothered you when he needed space. It marked a sort of business as usual that you welcomed.

Still, you tugged at your shirt which felt sticky against your torso. Committing to sitting up, you glanced over the room before settling on your thighs. Through soft cotton pajamas, you could feel heat pockets boiling behind your knees. Making a little disgruntled sound at peeling them apart, you thought over the sensation.

It was almost as if you were hot.

The weather outside teetered on gorgeous which made little sense to your predicament. Rocking back to facilitate liftoff, you ambled onto your feet and headed toward the kitchen window. Sunlight poured in from an angle there and you basked in it. It marked an obvious warmth which brought your hand to the glass. The cold surface relented and said that the sun was a far cry from finishing its preheat. Autumn was seeping in and you almost wanted to ask if Donnie wanted to head up to the roof before it struck you.

It was stuffy because the weather was nice.

The A/C hadn’t kicked on because of it and you were sitting in dead air.

Almost laughing to yourself at how you missed something so obvious, you thought over what to do. A fan would only tip the precarious balance, so you quickly returned to your idea of heading out. Already picturing yourself in those comfy homemade chairs, you turned to relate this to your partner to find him at rapt attention.

The only problem was, it was in the huge novel he was reading.

Something he had supposedly been trying to get his hands on for a while, the huge tome had arrived in the mail with markings from all sorts of countries. Curious at the legality of it all, it had at least passed customs so something about it had to be on the up and up. Whatever it was, it at least wasn’t precious enough that Donnie wore gloves to read it. He was still mesmerized and had been neatly buried in it since it arrived the day before.

You weren’t even sure he’d slept even though he’d joined you in bed last night.

Smiling at him, you shook your head and headed over to relay that at least you would be on the move. “Don.”

His gaze was churning text like a typewriter.

“Donnie, I’m going to the roof. Wanna read up there with me?”

His eyes hit the end and he turned the page in a flurry as if he could not get enough.

You could just leave him.

You could walk away.

You were happy for him.

That was the honest truth.

You also desperately wanted to kick his book up like a schoolyard bully and make it hit his snout.

Resisting those urges though it technically fell into the category of not true touch, you gave a tepid sigh and rounded him for something a little more dramatic. Circling the couch, you approached your side before giving a calculated wobble. You then swung up a forearm to your head and gave a pathetic, wispy groan. “It’s oh so stuffy.”

He didn’t move an inch.

“It’s almost like I can’t breathe!” With a smooth teeter back and forth, you then pretended to faint as Victorian women did in movies.

Your weight literally thrown onto the couch, it was enough that it skidded angrily away from you. You still made it, a flop into cushions and sent one pillow over the edge to its doom. With your half now at least a foot off from its original location, you watched as Donnie lowered his book incrementally. Gaze still glued to paper, his pupil dotted off something before he sent dull irritation straight ahead.

Seeing he’d make the turn, you flopped your head back against the couch to appear unconscious.

“It seems as though I am needed.” His tone was huffy.

Knowing your eyes were squirming under lids, you tried to at least tame your wrinkled smile into one more neutral.

With a snap, his book closed and you felt the couch dip slightly as he turned toward you. “You know I could have continued to read, through your display.”

Your lips puckered around a giggle and you had to bite down on it.

“Oh no.” There wasn’t a hint of interest in his voice. “It seems as though Y/N is having a bad dream. Nothing I can do.” Weight moved on a cushion that said he was returning to his book.

“You didn’t even check.” You whispered, trying to make it sound like it was the room.

“Sleep talking, fascinating.”

You cracked an eye open to find him miming as if he were flipping through the pages, but his head was turned, staring at you.

“Look at that.”

Immediately caught, a little surprised noise wiggled in your throat.

“You need only ask.” He leaned forward, overlooking you.

“I did.” You stared back openly.

His lips dropped a minute amount. “No, you threw yourself on the couch.”

“No.” You shared his tone before twisting it to sit up straight. “I called your name a few times and asked you a question.”

His head tipped, not believing.

“I did.” You said sternly, raising your brows.

His came down with twice the weight. “I see…”

“Hey.” You kicked a foot out, but kept from touching him. “I’m glad you like your book.”

He looked down at said novel.

“No need to worry. I was going to head up to the roof and wanted to see if you’d join me.”

Brows coming up incrementally, they caught on something. “How does that correlate?”

“With the fainting?” You chuckled.

He looked to you as a confirmation.

“It’s stuffy in here. Can’t you feel it?”

Another thing lost to his distraction, you watched him take the air. “So… it is…”

“Don.”

He faced you.

“It’s okay to be distracted. I should have let you be.” You urged with a tip of your head.

“A shade too far.” He spoke more to himself. “The roof?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of that sticky feeling.” You moved to get up only to remember you’d attacked the couch. Giving an amused puff, you stepped back before dropping down. Squat with your feet adequately apart, you tucked your fingers under the ridge of the sofa to pull it back into place.

“You underestimate my weight.”

“It’ll slide.” You retorted and tugged.

The sofa gave a squeaky inch.

“Only 13 more of those to go.”

Puffing your cheeks out, you took a deep breath before heaving with your entire body.

You managed exactly three more inches before your fingers slipped free from the fabric. Momentum carrying you, your back slammed into the little coffee table and you gave a yelp. Donnie appeared at your side, setting his book aside and hovering.

“I’m okay…” You waved him off, keeping your limbs to yourself. “Pride hurts more than anything.”

He sat back on his heels.

With him moved, you sighed abysmally before reaching out and easily putting the couch back into place.

“A little back actually.”

You parted him a dry look before tapping the sofa just enough that he was pleased.

“Better.”

“Good, better, best.” You said for no apparent reason and stood. Dusting yourself off, you threw a thumb at the door. “Might go wallow alone now if that’s alright. You go back to your reading.”

Still sitting with his knees perfectly tucked under him, you watched a bit of sadness flicker over his features.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You brushed him off airily and moved to the door. “The sun’ll do me good.”

You heard the soft sound of him following and you slowed by the door. Waiting until he got close, you did a slow turn to gauge if you’d have to further fend him off.

Instead you found him resigned, with a comfortable smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll come get you later.”

Soothed, you gave a single happy nod.

Gaze softening, he leaned forward and just barely pressed his lips to your hairline.

You’d meant to let your eyes drift shut, but they just barely hadn’t made it when he completed the move and pulled back. The sensation was not enough and you watched him, up close, with the usual stirring in your belly. It was the feeling you often had of wanting nothing more than to curl up beside him. Squashing it down to your gaze alone, you reached back to palm the door knob and offered a sign off. “Don’t get too lost in reading, my daring literary adventurer.”   

He liked the tagline and was leaning forward before either of you registered.

Muscle memory and lips pressed, you squeezed the door handle in time to keep from deepening the move. He had other plans as he chased you to a certain degree. Sensing his body would only allow him so far, you obliged with a massage that parted your lips. He drank you in, just shy of licking into you when you felt a thin edge, not dissimilar to his plastron, press to your chest. Knowing it to be different, you broke free to find his book acting as a barrier.

Giving a puff of laughter at it, you turned mirth up to him. “I’m sensing you’re at odds with yourself.”

His eyes were cast down where he was reviewing the book with a certain amount of frustration. “So it seems.”

“I’m trying to remove myself from the equation.” You reminded him with a lazy smile.

The downturn of his lips said he didn’t like that.

You finally released the knob to face him and leaned back against the door. “Options.”

“Stay trapped in dichotomy or respite in the form of a temporary split.”

“Seems like one makes more sense.” You tilted your head and waited.

He gave the faintest growl as he looked away.

Watching him and imagining that sound coming above you in an unholy manner, you shook your head to rid the thoughts.

You were just as bad.

Settling found him watching you with open curiosity. “You have an alternative.”

“My brain needs to be washed out with soap.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s spewing pure filth.”

“Do tell?” He gave a single, second long rolling purr before he leaned a little closer with the book once again appearing between you.

“Hot and heavy.” You shrugged, reaching out a finger to push against the cover.

“It occurs to me we’ve never expressly explored your fantasies.”

Your shoulders jolted with a bob of laughter. “I’ve asked for stuff.”

“Heat of the moment.” You watched his fingers retract behind the cover as the book inched closer to you. “Pales in comparison.”

“Don’t put me on the spot.” You giggled.

“Then you weren’t just imagining some scenario?” Only mere inches were separating your chest from a wealth of knowledge.

“Nothing that hasn’t been done before.” You smiled along with your honesty.

Donnie made a noise of little interest as he studied you.

“The usual.” A hard cover lightly pressed to your sternum. “You good and deep, possessively over me and doing your best to melt our bodies into one.”

“Ah.” His jaw hung open and the heat of his breath cascading over your face making your lashes flutter.

Rapidly become wedged on a shelf, you gave your own exhale to carve out a bit of freedom. “I should get going; hot and all.”

“Yes…” His lips only closed enough to enunciate. “Oppressive air.”

“Mhm.” You were staring so intently at his mouth that it’s arrival seemed willed.

Kissing with only the novel keeping you apart, your head pressed back into the door with hungry force. Head tilting to better meet him, the rotation brushed your cheek to his. The near instant effect came with an involuntary twitch that you felt through your lips. With nowhere to go you gave a note of exasperation that caused him to reluctantly pull back.

“Don.”

“Yes?” Breathy puffs ran over you as he waited.

“It’s too much. Let’s stop.”

He gave a traitorous grunt.

“Don, look” Pushing with your chest, he immediately retreated for threat you’d overtake the barrier. “See?”

Another irritated sound rumbled in his throat and his face held all the displeasure of a scolded toddler who’s toy had been taken.

You watched as he tried to search for some solution.

In a childlike torment, you imagined his coveted artifact had been placed just out of reach.

Unhappy, but given no option, he chose to sulk.

The metaphorical time out clock set, he’d have his privileges restored eventually.

He’d just have to wait.

“Or…”

He perked up at the sound of your voice.

It had been awhile since your mouth betrayed you. “Uh… I don’t know…”

His gaze narrowed. “No, you had something.”

“There’d be some inevitable contact. It wouldn’t work.”

“Try.”

You chewed your lip and found his immobility on the matter. Sighing, you translated hopelessness through your gaze as you spoke, “Scissoring.”

Instead of shooting it down as you imagined, he even moved to bypass your second guess of thinking it over. “Explain."

“Scissoring?” You knew that was wrong, but you had to make sure.

His lids lowered and his brows rose.

“I don’t know!” You pursed your lips.

“Y/N.”

“I just-!” You bit down on the complaint and groaned with a little toss of your head. Coming down you took a breath to calm yourself before looking him right in the eyes. “I feel like we could finagle it so we’d just be rubbing our…” You drifted off, suddenly unsure of comparing your sexes.

With a slight narrowing, you thought he might offer a word for it, but he instead shot his gaze off to the side in a studious manner.

You stumbled after him. “We’d need leverage, but I have an idea for that. I can’t guarantee we wouldn’t bump legs or something else in the heat of it though.”

His pupils darted as he made some kind of calculation.

“That’s also assuming you were up for sex too…” You mumbled in case that was his hang up.

He stopped with a prominent blink and whipped around to look at you. “Show me.”

Your back strengthened. “Not…?”

“Explain? No.” There was something lit in his gaze. “You cited an understanding of my situation.”

“Trust.” You parroted back the way he’d said the word a few times.

He gave a proud smile. “And intrigue.”

“Intrigue?” You wondered as you slid along the wall to get past him even though you still had a good amount of space.

“Not your fantasy per say, but allowing your full direction opens the chance for you to exert.” He had no judgment for your display and instead looked very much like a bright eyed student with his book pressed securely to his chest with one folded arm. “Giving myself over to you has an exhilarating quality as well.”

Turning in time as the thought rotated, you led the charge to the bedroom and pondered on how you liked to be his. The times you’d domineered had gone over well, but you hadn’t thought of it as a mainstay. Wondering why that couldn’t be a norm of its own, you approached the bed. “How clean is the floor?”

Donnie’s voice appeared beside you along with a weighty aura of fascination. “I loose a cleaning bot weekdays.”

Resisting the urge to glance at him, you set your jaw. “We need the bed out of the way.”

“Where?” He was quickly becoming engrossed by the unknown.

“Anywhere that frees up B.E.D.F.A.S.T.” You took a step towards your night stand and began to move it yourself.   

As soon as your object was over by the closet, you turned your attention back to find the bed had silently transported itself over to the partition. In its place Donnie stood and examined the ground with the air of a dog swishing its tail.

“Need another pass?” You wondered, stepping close with your eyes glued to his ass in case his actual tail did wag.

You hadn’t seen that since his heat.

He turned to catch your eye line.

You met his gaze without remorse.

His smile brightened. “What next?”

“You’ll need to set that aside for the time being.” You flicked your gaze to his book.

It was almost startling how easily he moved to set the tome aside.

Especially after he hadn’t been able to put it down before. 

His priorities were showing clearly.

“Now strip.” You ordered and loosened your posture to watch.

He failed to curtail his excitement as he reached behind his head. Catching the back of his black t-shirt, he pulled the tight piece of fabric off with little resistance and an elongation of his torso. Tossing the top aside, he then skimmed down his body and along his pant’s hem. As if looking for just the right spot, he hooked his thumbs first at his sides. He then maintained heady eye contact as he leaned forward to slide the cotton off his hips. With absurd precision, he then stepped out of one leg before folding the other back to pull himself free with a flick of his wrist. “More?”

“Need the wraps?”

He seemed to think it over before giving a single nod that said he could be persuaded otherwise.

“Wraps and mask stay on.” You quoted from long ago.  

He had a fond look to him as he waited with his weight on one hip.

“Ground.” You moved forward.

He lowered in time until he was on his knees before you.

“Such a good boy.” You gave a sultry coo.

His lips parted with a set of rapid blinks that reminded you of his yet explored praise kink.

Wanting to straddle the line between that and your current course, you offered a middleman, “We’ll see just how good you can be at following orders.”

He gave a nod and you could just sense the way his heart was thudding out of his chest.

“To the wall.” You stepped forward with threatening encouragement.

Backing away, you directed him with steps that you imagined mimicked a sheep dog nipping at a farm animal's heels.

It ended with his carapace pressed against the space just below B.E.D.F.A.S.T.

You gave him a half grin before looking at the device. “Darling Protocol, activate B.E.D.F.A.S.T.”

Its four arms sprouted and sat at the ready.

“You better not interfere.”

“I won’t.” You watched as he visibly broke his heated character to add, “You can override that.”

You dropped your own façade. “Thanks.”

He nodded and you watched his eyes laden with that anticipatory desire.

“B.E.D.F.A.S.T. temporarily disengage from the neural link.” You flicked your gaze to the upper corner of your vision and added, “Also the commands are too wordy. You’ll respond on my ‘mark,’ literally. Lift your top right arm if you understand.

The machine lay dormant.

You gave Donnie a cheeky look. “Someone’s good at Simon Says.”

You earned a grin that showed a bit of his teeth.

“Mark, top right arm up.”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. followed the command.

“Perfect.” You sauntered forward but kept your eyes trained on the panel. “I wonder what brillant creature must have programmed you.”

The faintest chirp came from your partner.

“What was that?” You were slow in kneeling down. In a curve, you tucked your knees off to one side and leaned over him. “Trying to take credit?”

“No.” The response was faint.

“Look at you.” You tilted your head. “So pretty for me. So obedient.”

His head tipped back as if to give his mouth room for a response, but he crushed it to give a shaky inhale.

“Nothing?” You tipped the other way. “Shame. I was going to reward you.”

His eyes widened at his mistake.

“I wanted to hear those adorable noises.” You reached out slowly to telegraph a touch.

He flicked a wary eye from your hand to your face until he reassured himself.

Whether he knew it or not, he’d already signaled what on him was approved. Curling your digits, you positioned it so your thumb was extended. You then just barely stamped it into the dead center of his lips. “The ones you hold back.”

A careful chirp emerged from him.

“Mhm. Think you can let those out for me?” In a gentle back and forth you traced the plump of his lip.

He pressed a kiss to your thumb before speaking in a way that said this was outside the act. “Only some.”

You wondered which were off limits, but gave a nod as you retracted your hand. “Curious about your reward?”

“Very much so.”

Lifting up, you swiped a hand over the top of your head. “You can pick what comes off first.”

“Top.” He spoke without a moment of hesitation.

“Eager.” You quirked a brow and toyed with your collar.

“Longing.”

“What about build up?” You gave a little tug.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”

Caught off guard, you covered up your flush by whipping your shirt off without the craft you’d hoped to achieve. Unable to meet his eye, you then tossed the fabric into his face.

He was still before you heard him inhale deeply.

“Hey!” You pinched a bit of fabric and lifted it off. “No one said you could do that.”

“Was that prohibited?” His question held little wonder.

“Maybe I’ll leave you here and go make a snack.” You huffed, using your reclaimed shirt as a makeshift cover for your body.

For a split second he grappled with some type of response before going with, “That would be up to you.”

You hummed before relenting. “From now on, no loopholes. You can only do as you’re told.”

He leaned his head against the wall. “Understood.”

“Scoot your ass forward.” You threw your shirt by the wayside and beckoned him.

His hips slid forward while his upper carapace stayed to the wall.

Watching him carve out a scalene triangle of space, you smiled. “Spread for me. Let me see that gorgeous tail of yours.”

From where his legs were tossed comfortably to the side, he gathered them up and then split. Thighs rippling around the move, he had to lift up and adjust so his tail was on prominent display.

You knelt down and signaled a break in character by opening up your features. “Plastron?”

“I could stand some slight contact. It’s dulled.”

You nodded and dropped to your knees to crawl up between his legs.

His throat gave a little titter.

“That’s not the only thing you’ve been holding back.” You flicked your gaze to the column of his neck before returning to his face.

He raised a curious brow.

“Something-” You reached out with a single flighty digit with a swirling pattern until just the tip touched the center line between his pectoral scutes. “-further-“ You dragged your finger down, keenly aware of its weight. “-down.” Hitting the bottom you flicked your finger into a curl as if wiping something up.

He did the slightest squirm that you translated as need.

As of yet dry there, you saw what had to be a phantom wiggle of his tail. “Don’t I make you happy?”

He gave a single irritated exhale.

Giving into a laugh, you brought it up to him. “I’m going somewhere.”

“Immersion breaking.” His features held open disdain. “Nonsense.”

“Let me finish!” You giggle and leaned up. Needing stability, you then pressed a palm flat to the wall beside his head before craning into him for a kiss.

He returned it in a way where you could feel his tension unwind.

“I’m gonna have to rephrase, huh?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Absolutely.”

You had to push off to get back into position and do a roll to reclaim your character. With a dip of your lids, you found it and gave him a heated look. “I know for a fact that this’ll wag.” Without looking you tossed your index finger over to point at his tail. “I was just notified that it’s not my fault, so why are you holding back?”

As if caught, you watched him give the faintest jolt.

“I repeat my earlier question.”

You watched his lips purse for a moment and you just knew he had a complaint about loopholes.

“Touch yourself, no insertion, and don’t you dare drop.”

The mix of commands set his irritation aside and he reached wide over his body to his slit. With some more minor adjustments so his core was better exposed, he slid one of his fingers across the length of it. Coming along the seam to trace, he began to repeat the journey languidly.

Satisfied, you gave him an approving flick of your gaze before retreating.

He watched curiously as he continued to stroke himself.

In a few dancing steps, you turned your back to him and did an arm curling swipe over the back of your head. Rustling your hair, you let your fingers brush your neck as you arched into the action. Rolling your head earned you a crack and your arms came down a metered length of your sides. Sliding your hands around your ribs, you traced your bra’s band before finding the clasp. Undoing it in one blessed move, you shimmied the item off and held it out with an extended digit. Listening close you heard a little breath and swallow from your partner before you tossed the thing aside.

Moving on in the strip tease, you widened your stance and rotated your hips. It earned you the faintest squeak as you traced your own waistband. Having been lazing in something light but with enough coverage to go out in, you bunched some of the fabric before leaning forward. Presenting your ass, you then slowly rocked your hips back and forth as the fabric trended down. Breaking free from your thighs, you then dropped into a sudden squat. Having hooked your thumbs, you managed to free the fabric from your calves. Caught now in what was sure to be awkward, you conjured up a distraction by shaking your ass while you managed a mostly dignified freeing of your bottoms. Kicking them away with a swipe of your foot, you turned your head enough to give him a profile. “How are you doing back there?”

“Fi-” A chirp caught in his throat and he had to swallow it to try again. “Fine.”

“Happy?”

“Very.”

“Oh?”

“Happier if you were over here.”

“Enough to wag?” You moved one of your arms to block your chest as you rotated only enough to see him.

He gave a flat sort of noise.

“Not very.” You pouted and began to step away.

You heard the faintest noise of alarm before his voice rushed to him. “It’s not so simple.”

It was an honest answer. “How’s that?” You turned to him, forgetting the play.

His gaze didn’t falter from your face. “It would have to overtake me. A difficult set of circumstances.”

You turned the sentence over as you headed towards him. “Is it a weakness thing?”

“An open reflection of your emotions?” It wasn’t even quite sarcasm that had his tone dry.

You nodded in time as you knelt before him. “Guess I was just thinking that the sounds have come easier for you so your tail might be the same?”

His lips thinned out.

“You did say ‘only some’ though.” Sitting on your legs reminded you that you were clad only in your underwear.  “You care so much, it’s hard to believe…”

“I’m still holding back.” He agreed and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Tracking it you found his fingers had slowed, but he was still attempting to follow your command. With little comedy you reached out, just shy of touching him to signal a stop.

His finger came away only enough for the back of his hand to rest on his thigh.

“Is it…?”

“Not you. Never you.” He gave a weary sigh.

Moving your lower jaw left and right you came up with enough attention that it pulled his. “Let’s just drop that part. Do you want to keep going?”

In the short time you’d left him to think, he’d gotten hung up on something else. Brows down in rapt attention with wood grain. You felt the need to wait.

It was long enough that you had to reposition your legs as they had fallen asleep.

“If-” He caught the syllable as if he hadn’t meant to release it. He then did some mental readjustments before looking at you. “I believe if given the right mindset it could be elicited.”

You straightened.

“Not a challenge.”

“Organic.”

He blinked with surprise and then again with appreciation. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Mounting excitement got you lifting up.

He gave a little smile. “Don’t-“

“Get too excited. Hush.” With another, much louder, hand slamming to the wall you knocked his head back similarly as you kissed him.

He puffed a laugh that broke your lip lock so you silenced it with your tongue. Hovering over him, he had no recourse and melted beneath you as you licked into him. His tongue rallied and you forced it to retreat until a heady sound erupted in his throat. Pulling back found him momentarily drunk before he regained himself in a flutter of his lids.

“Where were we?” You removed yourself from him and he made a several inch effort to chase you before you were too far. You gave a few feet of space before mimicking his pose. Cotton covering your center, you watched his focus wane as he looked over you.

“I have been waiting for the next command.”

“How’d you do?” You demonstrated how he’d stroked himself against your own underwear.

With his two fingers he split himself open.

The shameless display had your stomach doing flips.

Not soaked, but beads of desire had just started threading which marked him at a titillated stage.

“Good start.” You gave a weighty breath.

He seemed to like it until you cut him off.

“But-”

There was an indignity as he took an inhale.

“Could be better.” You traced your sex through dry cotton. “A wager.”

He quirked a brow.

“Whoever drools first gets to finger the other.”

“You have an advantage.”

“Worried?” You pressed a little harder creating an outline.

His pupil waged war trying to get to his periphery. “Is my speech limited?”

“You gonna chat me up?”

“Allow me to.”

“Try.”

“Ready?”

“Mirror me.”

“Done.” Starting just below your clit you swiped down the fabric and he similarly traced his slit. Working friction through fabric, you teased yourself as he did the same. “Figured you’d start.”

“Anticipation.” His lips twitched against a smile.

“Whatever shall I do?” You faked a groan and pressed your entrance.

Following suit, he kept just shy of breaching himself.

Unlike yours, his thick digit’s press gave you a hint of the sensitive pink skin within. Wanting to see him go deeper you pushed where cotton refused to relent.

For him it meant only a few centimeters.

Stroking with the same pressure, you narrowed in the zipper like parting of his slit.

“It’s hot.”

Goosebumps rippled your arms and you only scarcely heard him as the mirroring struck you. Touching yourself was like puppeteering him. It meant that the aching pressure you were feeling was similarly stewing in his own core. Each touch or lack thereof was fully under your control and you relished it. Entranced, you nimbly sent your pinky aside to toy with your hem.

For him it translated in his second finger pressing plush jade skin. “Hotter than the room.”

It took a few flicks for you to catch fabric before you yanked it just shy of revealing you.

With a massage, he pressed one side of his slit to the other and you could almost see his slick. “My skin, inside. Boiling.”

Shoving the gusset aside, your hips rocked against greedy fingers.

His hips splayed further as he breached himself. “There’s a differential perspective.”

You pressed your entrance with your middle finger.

As he did the same, his second digit mistakenly dragged to open him up a bit more. “Your skin would be downright chilled if you got your tongue on me.”

You shuddered and tested the tight ring of flesh.

He followed in perfect time. “Tongue probing. Waiting for that give.”

You gave a shallow pump as moisture meant each press went a millimeter further.

“And when it does.”

Your finger slipped straight to the first joint.

He gave a gruff chirp. “Molten core. All desire.”

You pulled out only to shove it back in.

“Licking in, catching as much of your desire as possible.”

Reaching the knuckle, you probed your depth, searching for his glans.

When you found it, his exhale came out as a stutter. “Each sound pulled, yours. That grip on shifting to the ass. Squeezing and giving stability to taste the very essence.”

Pulling out, you spread your slick to your other digits before adding a second on the next plunge.

For his finger’s girth, it spread him out and his eyes closed with force. “The unraveling comes with preclusion. Tight and burning, as it might consume you.”

Fucking yourself in earnest, there were two squelching echoes.    

“It’s a heat you can’t help but chase.”

A little cry came off your lips as you bucked.

He did his own with a flesh of teeth as he presumably jammed his cock. “It’s so close, not that you can taste it. You are. It’s leaking down your face. Smeared existence trying to eat you all the same.”

You watched the first drip of his stringy slick slide down his slit and you were in motion. 

Scrambling over to him, he couldn’t get his own fingers out before you joined them with your two. “Mark, bottom right form a safety bar!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. animated and its lower arm folded to double up. It then extended out and you latched onto it with your free hand. It gave you leverage to press your conjoined hands deep into him.

He cried out.

“Can you come like this?” With a pull you were over him, puffing hot air across his cheek.

His head shifted, but it was more of a writhe as you pulled his fingers out with yours before jamming them right back in.

“No dropping, just like this.”

His head gave a violent shake and his parted teeth revealed a gasp.

He didn’t know. “You can though. You’re so good for me. You do so much for me. Unravel for me. Please, Donnie. Please, can you do that for me? Cum so good?”

A squeak started up and wrangled out in a higher pitch than you ever heard from him.

“Go on.” The in and out sounded like a sinful stir of a decadent pot. “I want to watch you fall apart. Let go, let go.”

“I-it’s-” He choked on a near sob that dotted the corners of his eyes.

“It’s so thick?” You were almost kissing his tympanum. “Like you, my dearest? How you fill me up and spread me? How you’ve ruined me for anyone else? How I can only ever imagine getting off to you?”

You could hear the crack in his jaw as it shoved open around a sharp and loud squeak.

“This is you.” Having added all four of your primary fingers, you shoved them with his two as far as you could, feeling his body try to stretch to accommodate. “Fucking me. Making me yours. I’m yours. You’re-”

“Mine!” He screamed and you felt his whole insides shift. Instead of a rolling milking that you were accustomed too, his muscle contracted into a single tightness and what pulsed was a primary source within. His body shook around you and his head slammed back into the wall showcasing all his teeth in a similar clench. The flood reached its barrier and his cum burned your digits as it rushed the door. Resisting it as he was plugged up, you let him drown himself as strangle chirps and peeps emanated from him and he squirmed from the stuffed sensation.

“To the brim.” You whispered to him as his muscles began to loosen.

With a slight twitch that had him nearly convulsing, you broke the stiffness in your hand to retract.

His cum leaked immediately and his head rolled from its point against the wall.

“Incredible.” You moved to kiss lips that could not reciprocate. “I’m so proud of you.”

He tried to make a noise, but none came.

“Really, Don. I’m so insanely proud of you.” You leaned off the tease to enforce your honesty.

It cracked one of his lids.

“Letting go for me. Being so perfect. I can’t stand it. It means so much; you mean so much.” You smiled at him and it surfaced his other eye. “To me.”

His lips moved with a silent plea.

“What was that?” You turned your head to offer him your ear. “Deliciously ruined, you gotta find your voice. Go ahead.”

“On me.” He managed the smallest whisper.

“Hm?” You looked him over to make sure you weren’t touching him. You still had the bar and couldn’t feel any point of contact. “Need me to clean you up?”

“Need you on me.” He gasped and cleared his throat.

“Oh. Oh.” Letting go of B.E.D.F.A.S.T., you backed up. “Look at you.”

“Please.” With a squeeze of his features and a lick of his lips, an outpour began. “Need you. Need to feel you. Need you. Need you against me. On me. Need-”

“But still not direct touch?” 

He nodded miserably , his eyes screwed shut with more pleas dripping off his lips. 

You let him go on as you tugged your underwear off. Standing long enough to get out of them, you threw them along the floor before dropping right back between his slack legs. Semen pooled on the floor and you traced it to him where his body coiled at the touch. “You got good and soaked for me.”

“Please!”

You reassuringly hushed him and did as much leg math as you could in only a few seconds. “Mark!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. whirled to life.

“This knee up.” You nodded to Donnie’s right.

With a clicking groan he hiked the leg up.

“The other down, ease your prosthetic.”

He gave a faint nod and let that one extend.

“Mark, my right ankle, into the air. Don’t touch Donnie.” 

One of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s arms extended and seemed to scan over your bodies. It then formed its cuff attachment which locked around your ankle as soon as it located it. Secured, your leg lifted and you were pulled all the closer to your partner who gave a needy squeak.

“Soon, so soon. I’m right here.” Gnawing your lower lip, you then began the careful process of threading your leg through the tent he’d created with his lifted knee. Thankful for his size, you were just able to get it through before your sexes pulled up close to one another. “Mark, I need a pole over here. Leverage!”

Reaching out a hand to Donnie’s right side, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. did some reconfiguration before it dropped a sturdy line that seemed to suction to the floor. You grabbed hold and with the slightest tug to test its strength, your ass slid on the loose cum and your slit pressed to his.

“Ah!” Donnie called out a vowel, taxed with oversensitivity.

“You okay, my dear?”

He could only give a rapid nod which bumped your sexes together.

You gave similar mewls as you switched your grip on the pole. In any other situation, you would have used his knee for leverage, but right now you were overly proud of yourself for managing this position with his aversion. With a pull, you ground against him and found nothing but a smooth glide. “So wet!”

He rolled his hips against yours.

You chased him roughly and his tail slid, wet, between your ass cheeks. 

A slap echoed, but you couldn’t really stop. 

Looking up, you found he’d thrown his arms back and the sound had been his hands hitting the floor for stability.

“So good.” You murmured and squirmed so his slit’s lips spread yours. “So soaked with seed. With slick. You’re amazing.”

“Y/N!” He croaked.

“Good, good, faster. Come on.” You pulled so hard you could feel the silicone coating B.E.D.F.A.S.T. squish between your fingers.

Donnie moaned loud and bucked up against you.

Friction cementing you both together, each rub slid lips with partings, but not enough traction. “Mark! Tighter! Higher!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. yanked your leg and your pelvises crushed flush.

“Fuck!”

“More!”

Nearly feeling bones, you cried out as a shift encompassed your clit. Donnie chased the sound and you dug your nails into B.E.D.F.A.S.T. at the thought that he could still be that coherent amongst all this.

Orgasm winding, a side to side spread you both and you pressed there for its intriguing stickiness.

What felt good for you, was dialed up entirely for Donnie because he snarled and snapped at you.

You shuddered where you were still pressed, gawking at him through a veneer.

“I c-can’t-!” Teeth barred and drool leaked through the clench. 

“C-can’t what-?” You continued your ministration and a feral growl ripped through your ears.

“I-!!!” The sound burned before something else did.

Like a knife plunged, his cock dropped straight into you. Screaming at the sudden split, your hand slipped and it took the last of your senses to keep it from smacking Donnie’s leg.

Unable to stop as he warned, he pulled out halfway only to skewer you again.

The pain pleasure index spun uselessly as a buck had you skidding away from him on the many floor dripping. Latching onto the bar, you shoved back against it, earning your own scream as he bottomed out for a third time. Folds bitten in the transaction, you are forced to grind him deeper to free them. His spread pressed to what had to be your cervix and you nearly sobbed against the pressure. Chasing it in his own way, he rubbed which caused your jaw to hang open on a creaky hinge.

Eyes rolling back, you came before you realized it had built that far. Not milking but wringing him out, you could tell your squeezes were lethal. The sounds emitted from him showed his own mixture of excitement before one of your last clamps sent him over a second time. Having basically ignoring his refractory period, what spurted out paled in comparison to his usual load. Its forced depth made up for any lacking and molten seed burned your lower belly so thoroughly that your grip gave out.

The fall happened in slow motion as he and then B.E.D.F.A.S.T. wafted by your vision. The ceiling came next as an omnipresent white and your back slapped the ground. The sound gave you enough coherence to steel your neck and prevent a knock that would have rattled your brain. Shook out regardless, you laid in your collapse as Donnie chirped a worried note.

“I’m…” You slurred, tongue heavy like his cock. “… okay…!”

He gave a grunt and you felt something land just below your knee.

“I’m good.” You forced a little clearer.

Another puff of air and the weight turned into pinching fingers.

“Don?” Not wanting to raise your head, you stewed.

“Need.” His voice was warped as he pawed at you.

He was touching you. 

That couldn’t be right. 

“M-more?” Your gaze landed on your chest as you tried to catch sweaty palms for enough traction on the floor. “You’re good, but that may be… too good.” Exchanging hands for elbows, you got something under you enough to lift and glimpse him.

Drool strained the corner of his jaw and his other hand groped the air in what seemed like the B.E.D.F.A.S.T. arm supporting your leg.

“What are you…?”

“Up.” The hand on your leg reached out.

Brain sizzling from your orgasm, you slipped your fingers into his.

With a yank, he had you upright and it was then you realized he was still hard to a degree.

“How?” Your voice was gravel.

Releasing you as prolonged touch stung, he shook his head and finally got a good grip on B.E.D.F.A.S.T.

You watched as he tugged the arm, uselessly.

“I have control.” You reminded him as every single movement pressed your conjoined centers back together.

“Let it-” His voice shattered.

“My leg’ll fall on you.”

He shook his head, unable to clear either his throat or head.

“Let’s take a second.”

“Kiss me.” He tried anew, pleading with his gaze.  

“Only if you take that second.”

He agreed with a curt nod.

Grabbing the B.E.D.F.A.S.T. pole, you yanked yourself up to meet his lips. Weak, you succumbed to him as he kissed you with an odd desperation. Unable to place it, the massage bumped his cock inside you and the sensitivity bordered on too much. Breaking the lip lock to translate that, he turned his head.

“Cheek.”

“Kiss?” You asked, still stuffed with cum and cotton.

He gave a nod before presenting his face again.

Laughing, you kissed on command and felt that touch averse tension. “Donnie…” You warned, lips still against him.

“Need it, please.”

“Still at odds with yourself? I thought we’d made progress…” You wondered and planted another on him.

Turning his head in increments, he led you down his jaw where you marked him with kisses. Each one was an obvious raw rub against his nerves, but he seemed keen on you continuing.

He’d been good enough to earn that so you relented and followed along until you neared his neck.

“Need control.”

“Of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.?” You felt him tug at the arm attached to your leg again.

“Please.” His cock bobbed within you.

He’d calmed down a little in all, but one glaring way. “B.E.D.F.A.S.T., restore neural link.”

No sound triggered, but the machine immediately began to move. It started at your ankle where, with crawling construction, it moved the cuff in a new build a few inches higher each time. It created a crawling sensation that made you shiver until it reached the thick of your thigh. An extension then appeared as support behind your back and the pole in your hand slipped through your fingers. Without leverage, you fell Donnie until B.E.D.F.A.S.T. revved to save the day. 

Unfolding into an arm, the attachment that was once a pole shot forward to create a new cuff around your other thigh. Saving you from contact, your hips were split apart by the new configuration. The bit supporting your spine moved downward until it and the cuffs became a mimic for what felt like Donnie’s hands. They gripped the swell of your ass and lifted you incrementally off his cock while coaxing your legs forward. It sent your toes  grazing against the ground and the whole of you doing a floating straddle around him. 

“What…?”

“Lower.” He wrangled the sound. “Go.”

“Donnie…” You branded his name against his pulse with reluctant kisses.

Each one sear him like a red hot poker.

“We should stop…” You urged, nearing the joint connecting his neck to his shoulder.

With B.E.D.F.A.S.T. involved, he used his newfound control to buck up into you as a translation of his desire.  

You gave a weakened cry as it stirred you towards pleasure. 

He was being oddly frustrating, but only towards himself. 

Frowning that into the start of his clavicle, you kissed along it with presses that you hoped showed your irritation.

Instead, his wraps appeared a looming dark wall  in your periphery as his head lolled the other way until it was flat with his shoulder.

Curious at the move, you lifted up as you realized you were also no longer being led. Having been given a moment, you examined the whole of him to find he was presenting his shoulder to you in a full display.  Confused, you looked at him, but his face was tucked away as if ready for something. Not sure what that was, you studied his skin for any sort of clue. The only thing you could come up with was this was the shoulder you had once tried repeatedly to mark. The opposite one to your mating mark, it almost seemed like he wanted you to try again.

Knowing that biting was a step further than touch had you waffling. The latter was clearly off the table and you parted your lips to express that. A sound emerged there that was not your own. Gaze flying to your partner, you found Donnie was belting a strangled noise of desperation. Staring him down, you waited until it subsided and he brought his head up a little. Unable to look you in the eye, his eyes narrowed with pain until it was too much and he screwed them shut. Watching the build up, you saw his chest expand with a deep breath before he gave that honed chirp you hadn’t heard since his heat.

I was unmistakable. 

It shot straight through your brainstem. 

The rare jewel of sounds, your teeth sank into his skin before you realized what was happening. He gave it again and you bit down harder. As if calling out to some primal part of you, he made it again and again as you tore into his flesh. Nearly maddened, blood tinged your tongue with a near repulsive heat as your jaw nearly locked down with the force. He was still giving that sound and you felt distant from your body as your teeth clanged against chorded sinew. With a grind you ripped into it and he broke his mantra in favor of a yowl.

Body unknowingly tense, your fingers hooked the upper lip of his plastron and yanked him to you. It plunged his cock deeper as you bit over and over until your jaw locked. A growl emerged from somewhere untapped and your digits dipped until your nails cut little half moons into the point where his skin melded against his shell. If he was still chirping, you could no longer tell. All you could hear was the rush of your blood which felt very much like the one gushing under your lips. Hot fury as opposed to cold machinery, you felt a tridactyl hand catch your hips and force you straight down his cock through B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s hold. Encompassing his knot, it ripped your mouth off of him at almost the exact moment he came. 

You gave a meek cry in comparison to the thick seed painting your insides.

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. released and everything moved. Your body slotted against Donnie’s in a race for the ground. Fall cushioned, his lips smothered yours and his tongue lapped at blood soak. Whimpering against the barrage, he swept up the evidence before he moved for a slower reprieve. Legs bobbing, you encircled him to show your appreciation and he gave one last honed chirp right down your throat. As something that already pierced your very being, this one branded your innard and locked your legs in a way that slid your heels slipped past his back. A motion found your skin there where his tail whacked against your foot in a rhythmic beat that gave you the strength to kiss him back with new fervor.

Lost to the makeout, you broke only for an orgasm to unexpectedly tear through you. The second of the night, you cried beneath him, tears streaking your face which he kissed away. Going slack felt like falling straight off the Earth and into the ether. Encased in pleasant nothingness, you faintly registered him pulling out because piping hot seed ran down your ass. It meant you were still on your back until you were picked up. Skin rolled around you like a jade sea and then your knees hit what had to be a towel. The fibers rough against what had to be your dried out body, the tap rushed water with a speed that said it was the tub.

You shook your head and you heard a withered laugh. “Quick wash up.”

You groaned and leaned forward where you figured porcelain was. You found the cold surface of the tub and absorbed its power until you had garnered enough to open your eyes. Donnie looked as wrecked as you as he tested the water. 

Finding it agreeable, he turned an expectant gaze to you.

“I got it…” You grumbled, catching the lip of the tub on the second try.

He hovered close as you hoisted yourself in. Thinking if you sat, you’d never get back up, you instead kneeled and water lapped at your knees. You frothed a passed loofah with soap and scrubbed over your body with far too many suds. Donnie used a cup to help rinse you off before you finally pushed to fully stand on your feet. Wobbly, a towel came around you and you welcomed it.

Unable to hold you, Donnie directed you to the toilet seat. Winding up the fabric to sit there, you faintly caught his touch aversion was still in effect. That meant every moment from when he’d topped you until setting you down in here must have been torturous for him. Feeling bad for the latter half as the first was his choice, you let relief of rest settle in. The linen, though unchanged, felt plush now and you watched him plug the drain. The water filled the tub and he dropped himself into it with minor wincing. It was with his arms flexing as he adjusted his too big body for the too small tub that you caught sight of his shoulder. 

Your work tented your spine.

What could only be described as sloppy, you seemed to have never bit the same spot twice. Instead, there were different layers and angles of crescents, all of which sat angry and red against his green skin. The many blood moons forewarned the worst before they dipped out of sight as he submerged his upper body in a move that threw his legs straight out of the tub. Red streaks oozed from the bites and you were forced to turn away with a meter of shame.

When Donnie didn’t surface and instead chose to soak, you eventually managed to get up and out of the bathroom. Hydrating and grabbing a snack, you returned, rejuvenated, to find him dozing. He’d since angled his body sideways for some modicum of comfort, but he looked a bit silly as only bulky legs and his head breached the surface of the bath. He’d kicked off his prosthetic at some point which meant his gams equated to one foot and a stump. 

Towel tucked under your armpits, you stared the appendage down before something occurred to you. It meant having to leave, but intrigue got you out and scrounging until you found what you were looking for in the back of your nightstand. Returning found Donnie the exact same way and you knelt down into the towel meant to catch his drippings. Now with a front row seat to his foot, you gave him one last check before setting your found objects down. Reaching out with excessive care, you hoped not to scare him as you grazed the underside of his closest toe.

Your metered brush worked as his lids sprung up before his pupils surfaced.

“This okay?” You pinched a piggy and waited.

He shrugged and you didn’t feel the same twitching you had before.

Enough of a clear, you looked over the part of him that you’d never had a chance to examine. With two toes at the front and a jutting heel, his foot was massive. It made sense with his height and you almost mourned the lost one for what it must have done to his balance.

In a little shift, he angled his body so the back of his knee would catch the tub and pour his far leg over it. It meant his foot dropped to a more manageable level. Sending him a thankful smile, you sat back and leaned against the tub. Tracing his heel, you mapped that no matter the overall shape, it had the same structure as yours. Moving to palm the ball of it, you let your thumb cascade overtop where you found the skin softer also like on your own. Pushed by cleanliness, you pressed a kiss there to seal the texture to your favorite memory banks.

It was something almost plush and you wondered if it had less scaling as you relieved yourself for your intended task. Throwing a look over your shoulder found only a sliver of Donnie watching and you held up a bottle of purple nail polish for him to see.

His brows moved with faint curiosity and you lifted his foot a little to show where you wanted it to go. “Wipe it off if I can’t take the sensation?”

“Course.” You turned and pulled off a few squares of toilet paper from where you could just reach. “You’ll feel it coat the nail though, heads up.”

“Understood.” He mumbled, eyes closing against his will. 

Pulling his foot into a better position, you kicked a leg up to set it on your knee. Shaking the bottle, you then readied yourself to paint. Lid free and taking a few stabs at getting enough on the brush, you took your time in calculating a proper swipe. Brushing from cuticle out, you did a clean sweep and mentally patted yourself on the back. Donnie flexed his toes curiously and you patted that soft skin to translate you needed to do more and quickly. He held still as you swiped out the first layer with only minor leakage.

He seemed alright up until you ran a nail along his bed to catch the excess. He jolted there with a slosh of water and scolded you for the feeling. Urging him that it was alright, you got caught in a minor stand-off. Too tired to keep it up, it broke for him to ask you not to do that again. You told him that might not be possible and he compromised that he needed a warning to steel himself. Moving onto the other toe, calm filtered in as he soaked and you painted. With quiet breaks, you took to massaging his arch in between coats. You found he was nothing but knotted tension and though the rub was against his current proclivities, the soothing work on those long forgotten muscles turned him into further goo. With four total coats to get solid coverage against his darkened skin and a massage to go with each minor drying, his foot was completely limp by the end. Capping the bottle, he lifted his leg to examine the work and surely caught the holographic sheen by the way he rotated his ankle.

“Good?” You asked, sleepy and cheek to porcelain. “Good.” He repeated with a sharp satisfaction.

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