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kingofbodyrolls · 2 months ago

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Friendcation (m) | myg | baby special

Yoongi spends time with your daughter 💜

→ Pairing: mechanic!Yoongi x reader (female) → AUs: roadtrip!au, non idol!au, established relationship, mechanic!Yoongi, dad!Yoongi, married!au → Genres: slice of life, humor/crack and so much fucking fluff → Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.) → Word count: 3.5k → Warnings (explicit): this is just pure fluff, so nothing smutty in this one! But there’s mention of pussy, if that is a warning? I swear, it’s just funny, sweet and lovely 🥹 it's written completely in Yoongi's pov, just because... you'll see 💜 → Author’s note(1): the last extra for friendcation that I’ve planned 🥳 I don’t think I’ll write more for this series/couple so please consider this officially completed (but you never know, lol). But I really don’t know what more I could add to this. I hope you enjoy this one too! 💜 And thank you all so fucking much; thank you for reading, commenting, reviewing, reblogging—everything means so much to me, you truly don’t know. Knowing what you think, and that you like reading my stories matters a lot to me, and essentially that is what keeps me going (especially when I’m struggling). So thank you 🫂 → Read on AO3? [link] ✨

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The gentle patter of tiny feet echoes through his dreams, a soft cadence pulling him from the depths of sleep. Not fully awake, yet not entirely asleep, he hovers on the fragile edge of consciousness. The sound of those footsteps—familiar, beloved—grows louder, closer, until a tender warmth touches his cheek.

“Daddy! Daddy! Wakey, wakey!” Mee-Yon’s voice bursts with joy, her excitement bubbling over as she bounces on the balls of her feet, her laughter a melody that could rouse the sun itself.

He groans, stretching the stiffness from his body as the couch protests beneath him. Slowly, he opens his eyes, and there she is—his daughter, beaming down at him with a grin so pure it melts away any lingering weariness. How could he be upset when faced with such a sight? That tiny, radiant face is too full of life, too full of love.

“Hm?” he groans again, as Mee-Yon’s tiny fingers press against his cheeks, her eyes wide and insistent, sparkling with the boundless energy only a three-year-old could possess. She bounces still, a little ball of endless enthusiasm, and he marvels at how so much vigor can be contained in such a small body.

“Uncle Minnie is here,” she announces, her voice dropping just slightly, though no less vibrant, as if she’s sharing a grand secret. Her eyes shine with excitement, practically glittering—no, bursting with rainbows, if only this were a cartoon. And in this moment, he thinks, maybe he’s been watching too many cartoons lately, breathing in too much of that magic.

“He is?” he murmurs, running a hand through his dark hair, now cropped shorter than usual—a change he knows you’ll notice. He remembers how you prefer it longer, but for now, this is how it is.

“Mhm,” Mee-Yon confirms with a dramatic little stance, hands on her hips. That flair for the dramatic—definitely not something she got from him. Him, dramatic? Never.

He chuckles, gently patting her head, his fingers tracing through her soft hair that hasn’t yet been tamed into the neat bun she usually wears. Should he tie it up? He hesitates, knowing she’ll just pull it out moments after he’s finished.

Looking up, he sees Jimin standing in the doorway, a soft smile on his face as he watches Mee-Yon with an adoration so profound it almost makes the room glow. Jimin, the ever-dedicated godfather, has taken his role to heart, showering her with a love so abundant it spills over, warming the whole house. He spoils her endlessly, and though he’d never admit it, he’s grateful for it. It’s nice. It’s more than nice. It’s love, in its purest form.

“MINNIE!” Mee-Yon cries out, spinning on her heel to race toward Jimin, arms flung wide. He scoops her up effortlessly, lifting her high into the air, the room filling with the sound of her gleeful giggles and his playful airplane noises. As his arms tire, he lowers her gently to the ground, and she wraps herself around his legs, claiming him with a possessive “Mine.”

Jimin grins, glancing over at him. “I see she’s as possessive as you,” he teases, and Yoongi responds with a playful scoff, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation. But deep down, his heart swells, knowing these moments—these precious, fleeting moments—are what make everything worthwhile.

He rises from the couch, stretching the remnants of sleep from his limbs, and finally, the sweet, intoxicating aroma of dinner weaves its way to him, causing his stomach to rumble in anticipation. The scent is warm, rich, filled with love, and it beckons him forward like a siren’s call.

As he moves past Mee-Yon and Jimin, their laughter like a soft melody in the background, he follows the trail of that delicious fragrance into the kitchen. There you are, immersed in the ritual of cooking, your focus entirely on the simmering pans before you. You’re making dinner—far more than necessary, as always, though tonight it’s just you, Yoongi, Jimin, and little Mee-Yon. But since becoming a mother, you’ve taken to preparing meals that last for days, an act of foresight that saves time and allows for more precious moments together. He loves this about you, this quiet efficiency that carves out more space for family, more time to bask in the warmth of togetherness.

You haven’t noticed him yet, lost in the rhythm of your work, the soft sizzle of the stove and the gentle clatter of utensils. He knows better than to startle you, aware of the way you lose yourself in the dance of cooking. So he deliberately makes his steps audible, the floor creaking underfoot as he approaches. “Smells nice,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he slides his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Yoon,” you sigh, your voice dripping with affection as you lean into him, and he presses a tender kiss to the curve of your ear. He can feel you melt under his touch, the way your body instinctively relaxes into his, a soft giggle escaping your lips—music to his ears. He lives for these sounds, the small, intimate noises you make, even the ones in your sleep that pull him from his dreams but awaken something else within him, something that fills him with love and desire.

His fingers trace gentle patterns on your skin, lifting the edge of your blouse to feel the warmth of you beneath his hands. His calloused fingers draw circles, savoring the softness of your flesh. You moan softly, your body swaying slightly as if moved by an invisible melody, a song only the two of you can hear. His hands drift lower, brushing your hip, pausing as if savoring the moment.

“Dinner! Dinner!” Mee-Yon’s excited shout rings out behind you, shattering the tender moment with her boundless energy. He can’t help but chuckle as he turns to see her cradled in Jimin’s arms, her little face glowing with joy.

“You know she can walk, right?” he teases, grinning at the pair of them.

“Yeah, but this is more fun,” Jimin replies, bouncing her gently, drawing out another round of her infectious laughter.

“You’re spoiling her too much,” you chide playfully, turning off the stove and casting Jimin a mock death stare, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I have to stay her favorite uncle,” Jimin retorts with a carefree shrug, his smile widening as he carries Mee-Yon over to the table, already set and waiting. Mee-Yon giggles, sticking her tongue out at you, and in that moment, the room is filled with warmth—a perfect snapshot of love, laughter, and family.

Yoongi can’t help but smile, knowing that none of your other friends stand a chance at becoming Mee-Yon’s favorite—not with the way Jimin spoils her, showering her with endless affection. There’s something special between them, an unspoken bond that binds them closer than the rest. Mee-Yon seems to naturally gravitate toward Jimin, drawn to his playful spirit and gentle heart.

Of course, she enjoys the company of the others too. She adores playing with Seokjin’s kids and his wife, their home a haven of laughter and warmth. Jungkook, with his eternal boyishness, is always ready to dive into whatever adventure Mee-Yon dreams up, his energy a perfect match for her wild imagination. She lights up when Namjoon reads her stories, his deep voice weaving tales that captivate her young mind. Once, when Namjoon’s girlfriend was over, her belly round with the promise of new life, Mee-Yon innocently asked how babies were made. Yoongi was relieved not to be on the receiving end of that question, watching with a mix of amusement and sympathy as Namjoon fumbled for the right words—balancing truth with tact.

Then there’s Taehyung, who spoils her with gifts from his travels as a photographer, bringing the world to her in the form of exotic trinkets and stories that transport her to far-off lands. Each friend brings something unique into Mee-Yon’s life, and while they all have their place in her heart, it’s Jimin who holds the brightest spot.

“Dinner’s ready,” you call out, wiping the sheen of sweat from your brow, a testament to the steam rising from the pots on the stove. The meal is a labor of love, and as you all gather around the table, it’s no surprise that Mee-Yon instinctively takes her place next to Jimin.

The first bite is met with murmurs of approval. “It’s so good,” Jimin exclaims, and Yoongi nods in agreement, his eyes catching the soft blush that spreads across your cheeks. He knows how you are with compliments, especially about cooking—something you usually leave to him. But tonight, you’ve outdone yourself, and it’s clear that your efforts have not gone unnoticed.

Then, out of nowhere, Mee-Yon’s small voice cuts through the comfortable silence like a bolt of lightning. “Vagina!” she shouts, slamming her tiny hands on the table for emphasis. “Vagina!”

All eyes snap to her in stunned disbelief, the room frozen in a moment that feels suspended in time. Yoongi isn’t sure if he heard his daughter correctly, but as she repeats the word with gleeful abandon, there’s no mistaking it. Your gaze darts frantically between Jimin and Yoongi, as if deciding who to unleash your wrath upon. Fortunately, Jimin ends up as the target.

“What the fuck did you teach my daughter?” you demand, your voice trembling with incredulity and a hint of anger. Yoongi, relieved not to be in the line of fire, watches as Jimin blinks back at you, utterly bewildered.

“What?” Jimin stammers, shaking his head in denial. “I didn’t teach her that! She must have picked it up at daycare,” he says, his tone calm but defensive, trying to deflect the blame.

Yoongi, ever the realist, can’t help but let a remark slip, one that’s more truth than tact. “Just be glad she didn’t say pussy.”

You sigh, a mix of exasperation and reluctant acceptance, realizing that he has a point. Better to let it go, not to give Mee-Yon’s newfound vocabulary too much attention. After all, the more focus you put on it, the more she’ll repeat it, and there’s no need to make a spectacle out of a word that, to her, is just another part of the world she’s discovering.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” Mee-Yon’s voice rings out with glee, her innocent delight filling the room as she proudly chants the forbidden word. Your stern gaze snaps to Yoongi, and in that instant, he knows he’s made fucked up. The realization hits him like a wave, and the weight of it is evident in his sheepish expression. “You taught her to say pussy. Why would you do that, Yoon?” you groan, frustration lacing your voice, a trace of self-doubt creeping in as you wonder if this makes you a bad mother. But Yoongi knows better—shit happens, and he reckons this isn’t the worst thing she could have picked up. After all, with the amount of time she spends with Jimin and Jungkook, he’s surprised this is the first explicit word to slip out.

“Peeing from my pussy!” she sing-songs with abandon, and you all groan in unison, only for the tension to break as laughter bubbles up, impossible to hold back. It’s bad, he knows it, but it’s also undeniably funny and, in a way, just a little bit cute.

Mee-Yon soon loses interest in the word, her attention drifting as she begins to babble a stream of playful nonsense, her laughter joining yours in a chorus that fills the house with warmth. As the evening settles into a comfortable rhythm, Yoongi helps clean up while Jimin entertains Mee-Yon in the living room, the sound of their laughter echoing through the walls. He silently hopes Jimin isn’t teaching her any new vocabulary, knowing full well that the daycare likely isn’t to blame for this latest outburst.

Later, Jimin takes on the task of putting Mee-Yon to bed—a routine she seems to prefer whenever he’s around. Neither you nor Yoongi mind, as it offers you a rare moment of peace, a chance to sit together in quiet companionship while Jimin’s gentle voice carries through the door, reading her a bedtime story. When he emerges, his face softened by a tender smile, he bids you both goodnight and slips away into the night. It’s late, and Yoongi can’t help but curse the fatigue that overtook him earlier, leaving him to doze off on the couch.

He’s been working more than usual lately, picking up the slack as you scale back your hours, determined to keep your finances steady. He doesn’t mind, knowing this is just a season of life, a phase that will pass. There may come a time when you’ll work more hours again, and he can step back. What he truly appreciates is the flexibility you both have in your work—his garage at home, a sanctuary where he can manage his own time, and your ability to work from home, offering you a reprieve from the relentless stress of your marketing job and the demands of your boss.

Tonight, though, you’re both too exhausted to stay up, even though the allure of a new K-drama tugs at your thoughts. Yoongi knows better—you’ll both likely fall asleep on the couch, and while it’s sleep, it’s not the restful kind. Better to retreat to the comfort of your bed, where real rest awaits.

So that’s what you do, slipping into a simple nighttime routine, brushing teeth, and taking care of your skin before crawling under the covers. Yoongi loves these moments, spooning you for the warmth and comfort it brings, not just for the obvious reasons but for the pure joy of being close to you. He nestles into your neck, breathing in your natural, sweet, and earthy scent—a fragrance that grounds him, that makes everything else fade away.

He doesn’t know how much time passes before he’s jolted awake by Mee-Yon’s piercing scream. His heart races, the familiar surge of fear gripping him—always worried that something terrible has happened. But as he listens, he realizes it’s likely another night terror. With swift, practiced movements, he’s out of bed and crossing the short distance to her room, just opposite yours.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of a unicorn night lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. The rest is cloaked in darkness, except for the faint hum of white noise playing in the background, a melody that usually soothes her into sleep and keeps her there through the night. But not tonight. Her screams persist, shrill and heart-wrenching, as he approaches her bed. She’s calling for you, her mother, her small body trembling in the dim light.

“Mom! Mom! Mommy!” Mee-Yon’s cries pierce the quiet night, her voice tinged with distress as her tiny body thrashes beneath the sheets. Her eyes remain tightly shut, yet it’s as if she’s caught in a battle with unseen phantoms, lost in the throes of a bad dream. Yoongi’s heart aches at the sight, a deep, primal need to protect his daughter surging within him.

“Mee-Yon,” he whispers, his voice soft as a lullaby, “it’s okay, sweetheart.” But his words are like echoes in a canyon, powerless against the storm of her nightmare. She continues to scream, panic tightening her small frame, and Yoongi feels a pang of helplessness. He hates seeing her like this, hates that there’s nothing he can do but wait it out, knowing it’s just a part of her growth, an inevitable phase that will pass. Yet that knowledge doesn’t ease the knot in his chest.

He places a gentle hand on her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her frantic breaths. “Mee-Yon,” he calls out again, a bit more urgently, but she’s still far away, lost in the dark corners of her dream. Then, suddenly, she stirs, her tiny body moving in fits and starts until she sits up, her eyes still closed, arms reaching skyward as if begging to be held.

“Mommy,” she whimpers, her voice a broken cry, and Yoongi’s heart twists in response. “It’s Dad,” he says softly, reaching for her, lifting her delicate frame into his arms. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

“Daddy,” she murmurs, still caught between sleep and waking, her small arms wrapping tightly around his neck. For a moment, Yoongi just stands there, holding her close, unsure of what to do but knowing he can’t leave her alone. He knows the experts say it’s not ideal for her to sleep in their bed, but sometimes, practicality takes a back seat to love and the desperate need for rest. Nothing has ever gone wrong before, but there’s always a flicker of fear that lingers in the back of his mind, the thought that one of them might roll over her in their sleep. Thankfully, that has never happened, and they are super careful.

With gentle care, he carries her into your bedroom, placing her tenderly between the two of you. He tucks the duvet around her, ensuring she’s warm and secure, then arranges her favorite bunny plushie—Jungkook’s sweet gift—beside her. The tension in her small body slowly ebbs away, replaced by the soft, rhythmic sounds of her breathing as she finally begins to relax. Mee-Yon snuggles closer to him, her little form instinctively seeking his warmth, and Yoongi wraps an arm around her, holding her protectively, careful not to press too hard. Her heartbeat, still quick but steadying, pulses against his chest, and with that comforting rhythm, he drifts into sleep.

His dreams are light and whimsical—cotton candy clouds, pink skies, and the sensation of soaring on the back of a white and blue pegasus. But his slumber is interrupted by the sharp prod of a tiny foot to his face. With a groan, he tries to nudge the offending limb away, slowly opening his eyes to find Mee-Yon sprawled across the bed, her feet in his face and her small hands clutching your waist. Despite the rude awakening, Yoongi can’t be mad—how could he be, when his daughter is so undeniably adorable?

You catch his gaze, your hand gently caressing Mee-Yon’s back, and without a word, you communicate a world of emotion. Words aren’t needed between the two of you anymore; the years have woven a deep understanding, a silent language spoken through glances and touches. He reads you like a well-loved book, its spine softened by countless readings, and in your eyes, he sees the depth of your love for him and your daughter, the way you cherish these fleeting moments of family life.

As Mee-Yon stirs awake, she wraps her arms around both of you, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks. Yoongi’s heart swells with joy, savoring this precious moment he wishes could last forever. Life with a three-year-old is a rollercoaster, equal parts delightful and exhausting. Yoongi’s patience, his temper, and his love are tested daily, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything. Mee-Yon has a knack for pushing his limits, as all children do, keeping him on his toes with her boundless energy and curiosity.

But it’s these moments he treasures the most—the time spent together as a family, whether on picnics, trips to the zoo, or simple walks in nature. Teaching Mee-Yon to ride a bike, watching her little legs pedal with determination, fills him with pride. He loves witnessing her growth, her wit, and her ever-present cuteness. There’s never enough time to soak it all in.

On a crisp autumn day, Yoongi finds himself in the garage, working on a customer’s car, with Mee-Yon by his side. She loves being there with him, her curiosity as vast as the sky, her eyes wide with wonder at the sight of tools and car parts. He explains everything to her, pointing out the coils, tubes, and wheels that make the car run. His hands are stained with oil, but Mee-Yon doesn’t mind; she grabs his hand, her own tiny fingers getting smudged as she points at something.

“What’s this, Dad?” she asks, her voice full of earnest curiosity.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “That’s the battery,” he explains, “the heart that keeps the car alive.”

She hums thoughtfully, turning her hand over to inspect the oily smudges. “Dirty,” she declares, but there’s no disgust, only fascination.

“Yeah, that’s oil,” he says, reaching for an old rag to wipe her hands, though it doesn’t do much to clean them. Maybe it’s time for some new rags in the garage.

“Like paint,” she giggles, her fingers now exploring every surface under the hood, leaving tiny handprints on every rube and rusty surface.

Yoongi chuckles, unable to resist her infectious joy. “Daddy?” she calls, looking up at him with a bright, mischievous smile.

He kneels down to her level, ruffling her hair with a fond laugh. She giggles and cups his cheeks with her small, oily hands. “Love you, Daddy. You my best friend.”

He doesn’t care that his face is now smudged with oil; he just pulls her into a warm embrace, holding her close. “I love you too, Mee-Yon,” he murmurs, his heart full to bursting.

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for joining me on this wild ride that friendcation has been! And can you believe it’s been over a year since I first published this??? It’s so crazy. I’m so happy that so many people love it, and still read it. Truly, it means the world to me 🫂✨

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ssentimentals · 13 days ago

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Hello!! For the drabbles. Svt Mingyu, suggestive "Say the word and I'm yours!" Thank you! 🥰😍😍

hi, sweetheart! thank you so much for requesting 💜 hopefully you will like it!

suggestive prompt: 'say the word and i'm yours.'

you are not jealous. friends can't be jealous of their friends, so therefore you are not jealous. and mingyu obviously can talk to whoever he wishes, but you haven't see each other in a week and it just makes you a bit sad - sad, not hurt - that he's on the other end of the room, talking to his friend. you just miss him and would've loved to have his attention on you right now, but it's fine. it's all fine and you're definitely not pouting.

'oh my god,' hoshi wheezes, cackling deviously. 'you with yours 'i don't want his attention' and mingyu with his 'we are just friends' make the most amazing pair.'

'shut up,' you push at him, still pouting. 'and i don't need his attention!'

'mhm. that's why you've been eyeing him all this time?'

god, hoshi can be such a menace sometimes. you glare at him, raising your voice a little: 'i haven't been eyeing him!'

'who?'

of course it's mingyu. hoshi winks at you and leaves without saying anything, letting mingyu take his place right in front of you. and- he looks good. which is nothing new because mingyu always looks good, but you haven't seen him in a week, so a little staring can be justified, right? 'no one,' you say, smiling when he hands you a drink.

'did someone catch your attention?' mingyu asks, leaning a little closer. there are many unfamiliar faces at this party and he looks around, trying to judge who can possibly be his competition. 'any of the new guys?'

'mingyu, please.' you roll your eyes, not liking where this conversation is going. 'i'm not interested.'

'well they are,' mingyu motions to two guys standing not far from you both, who all look at you with equally sly smiles.

you can't believe that this is what you two are talking about after not seeing each other for a week. with an indignant huff, you hit his chest: 'how about we will discuss you choosing to converse with your old friends instead of coming over to me, when you haven't seen me in a week, hm?'

it's always been like that between you two - light teasing, flirty comments here and there. sometimes both of you act like you actually own each other in a very not friendly way, but you're not about to call him out on this, when you're enjoying this immensely. mingyu smiles at your furrowed eyebrows and leans in, cooing: 'oh, my baby wanted my attention? just say the word and i'm yours, baby.'

your breath hitches at the pet name. usually you wouldn't mind but right now it hurts to know that this is not real. 'i'm not your baby.' you say in a serious tone, making it clear that you're not joking.

mingyu's expression instantly sobers up and he stares back at you intently. there's a pause and then: 'you can be. if you want.' at your widened eyes he also adds: 'cause i want that. a lot.'

you know when mingyu is joking and when he's serious. right now he is serious and it makes your heart flutter in a very unfriendly way. 'i'd like that,' you whisper because this is all your brain can come up with right now.

and this is apparently enough, because mingyu smiles at you, open and sweet. 'then let's get out of here, baby.'

with your hand in his, he pulls you away from the party and from two weird guys who are still looking at you with sly smiles. you look at your locked hands and grin. 'yeah, let's do that, baby.'

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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marchsfreakshow · 3 months ago

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Cherries [Warren Lipka]

Smut

You fall apart with a single touch from Warren, he finds cherries to be an aphrodisiac.

Cherries are genuinely an aphrodisiac for my bf it's crazy, I love him sm though 💜 (this song has me in a chokehold help) and definitely not self indulgent...nope..

Warnings: porn w little plot, dry humping, teasing, riding, praise, little bit of denial/edging.

18+! MINORS DNI!

No one's perspective

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"You tryna tease me today hm?"

"No.." An obvious lie and it was even more obvious by the way Warren gripped harder onto your thighs.

"Fuckin' feels like it.." Warren muttered, dragging you down to straddle his hips. Keeping his grip on the skin he adored. "Wearing that dress... black cherry perfume...doin' it on purpose I swear.." He continued to murmur, grinding you into him without a word of disapproval from you. Instead, whines and whimpers left your pretty lips. Your own fingers finding Warren's shoulders and digging into them.

"Warren.." you mumbled hazily, unable to keep your eyes open to gaze down at the frustrated man. His own gaze was fixed on your sweet cunt, still not yet exposed to the room's cool air, but he could tell how wet you had gotten. Desperate thing really; aching and craving to be filled at practically all points of the day. He just groaned quietly in response, immediately letting go of your hips to quickly shift out of his sweats. Barely pulling them down; only enough to expose his cock to you, pre-cum teasingly leaking out. Your eyes were unable to move from him.

"been fucked so many times, but you can never stop yourself from starin' huh?"

"mm? Mhm.."

"fuckin'.. cute.. c'mere," Warren uttered again, his mind also hazing with need from the scent sticking to your neck. You shifted on his lap slightly until his fingers snuck under the skirt of your dress, trailing up and up until, "Ohh and you decided to go commando f'me in this get-up of yours? Fuck you know how to treat a guy right.." another ramble of incoherent mumbles as you shifted again, eventually letting yourself sink down onto Warren. Going in easy and quick because of just how wet you were feeling. Shaky moans leaving those cherry red lips, eyes momentarily fluttering shut.

Warren's hands kept under your dress, gripping the skin of your thighs as you eventually started to move yourself. Pathetic, little bounces that went nowhere even though you were practically squeezing the life out of Warren. But, you started to speed up once he figured you were too slow and slapped your ass hard. "C'mon you can do it..." He coaxed sweetly after, watching you hold onto his shoulders with every needy thrust. "Good..good girl.." Warren continued praising you quietly along with occasional little groans and pants.

Clawing at his shoulders as you found your confidence, which only made Warren dig his own nails into your thighs more. "W-warren.."

"Fuck- love the way my name comes out your mouth.." Ego-filled words which you truly didn't mind. Not at this moment. Usually, you would've given a dismissive chuckle and an eye roll as he smugly grinned at you. But right now you were too blissed out to care, only thinking of the way you were continually riding Warren. Your response was instead a series of whines and pants, muttering repeats of 'fuck' and 'Warren' into his ears. Feeling dumbed and blissed as Warren's fingers slid up to your waist, practically pushing you down to sit down and stop moving.

"..Ren..mmmc'mon please..so close.." you mumbled, attempting to pathetically grind against him when he stopped you. "C'monnn..please please.." Warren simply shook his head, softly rubbing your waist occasionally gripping on the fabric of the dress. The man just smirked a bit, and gave a harsh thrust up into you, causing you to momentarily moan out again.

"well that's what you get... tempting me this way."

"t-tempting you..?"

"you know what you were fuckin' doing wearing this... perfume.." He mumbled into your ear, starting to fuck you, hard. Contuiningly thrusting up into you, the sounds of your moans and how slick you were filling the room again. "Smellin' sweet, wearing such a cute...fuckin' cherry covered dress.. fuck-" Warren carried on, obviously just obsessed with the fact you purposely made yourself all cherry-like; knowing he found the fruit to be an aphrodisiac.

His words and constant thrusts up into your cervix only caused you to practically scream out, digging your nails harshly into his shoulders. "Warren-!" Swears effectively replayed themselves out of your lips as you tightened yourself around Warren repeatedly. Practically milking his cock of something he hadn't reached yet, but the way you faltered and practically melted in his arms as you came; brought Warren to the same want. His thrusts became sloppy and slightly humpy, and his head was thrown back on the couch. Your name fell from Warren's lips like it was a mantra and his hands on your waist went around your back quickly, holding onto you tightly.

"fuckfuck-" He quietly whimpered, eventually slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt. Warren relaxed himself as you basically fell down onto him, catching your breath. "Got you allll tired...huh?" He chuckled breathlessly, starting to rub your back softly like he didn't burrow into you over and over a few seconds ago.

Your response was a little nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close to you. Nuzzling your head into his neck Warren just smiled again. "Clingy.." He mentioned softly, happily keeping you cuddled against him.

"mhm.."

"Yeah? Okay...sleep away, cherry girl.."

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minminyoonjii · 1 year ago

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Bang Chan [Therapeutic/Erotic]

"Jesus," he whispered, heart pounding within his chest. You whined, wrapping your arms around his waist. He chuckled, pouring a glass of pineapple juice "What's wrong, little one?" he asked, sipping his drink. You grumbled, burying your face into his back. Chan cooed, turning around to pull you close "Look at me, hm?" he said, tilting your chin. You looked up with a familiar glint in your eyes "Alright, alright. I got it," he said, lifting you. You giggled, burying your face into the crook of your neck. He grabbed your comfort plush and blanket, "Here you go," he said, laying you across his lap. Chan tugged down your panties, laying firm spanks on your bottom. You keened, nuzzling into your comfort items. He cooed, spanking your bottom with firm, reassuring smacks "Doing so good for me. My good girl," he chuckled, rubbing your aching ass.

He groaned, thrusting his cock deep within your fluttering hole "Fuck, baby. So fucking tight," he growled, raising his hand to lay a rough smack. "Ah, mhm," you moaned, clenching around his cock. He breathes in through his teeth, grabbing a palmful of your bottom "You're pinking up so pretty, baby," he chuckled lowly, laying a harsher spank. You whimpered, arching your back "Please," you sniffled. Chan growled, "You can take more of me, yeah?" he taunted, grinding his cock within your pulsing walls. You dug your nails into the sheets, drool dripping down your chin.

Lee Minho [Therapeutic/Maintenance]

"Kitten, come here," he grumbled, pulling you onto his lap. You squeaked, straddling his legs "What do you want?" you asked, staring down at him. Minho smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass "So plump," he groaned, smacking your thick bottom. You ran your fingers through his hair, brushing them away from his face. Minho hummed, kneading your flesh like a cat making biscuits "This perfect ass is mine," he mumbled. You giggled, kissing your forehead "You're ridiculous," you teased, poking his nose. Minho lifted your waist, making you lay across his lap "Rest and let me grope your ass, hm?" he smirked, laying a smack. You yelped, arching your back "Really, Min," you whined, pressing your cheek into the sofa. Minho hummed, "Hush, kitten," he whispered, squeezing your flesh. You grumbled, turning your hand to face the screen. Minho smiled, letting out a deep sigh, and spanking your plump ass occasionally through the show.

He stares you down, not breaking eye contact. You glared back, clenching your jaw. Minho cracked the joints in his neck, carried you and tossed you over his shoulder. You squirmed, hitting his back "Let me go," you grunted, tugging his shirt. Minho grunted, instantly wrestling you over his lap "Stay still," he warned, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. You wiggled, clawing his thighs. Minho closed his eyes, laying a painful smack on your bottom with his belt. You yelped, eyes widening when he laid another "Wait, no," you whimpered. Minho raised his belt, laying a rougher one "You know what to say," he said, pulling off your panties.

Seo Changbin [Erotic/Maintenance]

"You're absolutely dripping, darling," he chuckled, running fingers through your slit. You whimpered, rutting your cunt on the tip of his fingers. "Behave," he warned, laying a firm spank on your bottom. You whined, clenching your legs together "Binnie," you sulked. "Aww, darling. Do you hear that? " he asked, plunging his fingers within your walls. Loud squelching echoed within your ears, shame burned your cheeks. "Did that spank turn you on?" he teased, raising his palm to lay another rough spank. You arched your back, eyes rolling back from the dull pain buzzing under your skin. Changbin chuckled, "Adorable," he said, curling his fingers.

You slammed the front door behind you, dropping your bag on the table. Changbin gave you a side glance "What's wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You huffed, "Nothing, fuck off," you grumbled, taking a sip of water. He stood up, looking at you "Are you sure you want to act like this now?" he asked, walking towards you. "Get off my back, Changbin," you said, rolling your eyes, He chuckled, pressing his tongue against his cheek "Is that so?" he asked. You gulped, voice wavering "Yeah, just leave me alone," you said, taking a step back. Changbin wrapped his arm around your waist, easily carrying you "I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said, patting your head with his other hand. You squirmed, kicking the air "Put me down!" you shouted. Changbin grabbed a paddle, "Are you going to submit or do I need to force you?" he asked, staring down at you."Fuck you," you said, glaring at him. "Hm," he hummed, pulling you across his lap and hooked his arm around you. He raised the paddle, laying heavy, painful spanks until your struggling died down into soft sniffles.

Hwang Hyunjin [Punishment/Erotic]

"Angel, what did I say about coming into my studio?" he asked, crossing his arms. You hung your head low "Not to go in when you're not there," you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers. "And what did you do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "I went in and accidentally spilt paint," you whimpered, guilt filling your thoughts. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair "You know what to do," he said, spreading his thighs. You straddled his lap and laid across. He brushed your hair aside, "Just a few, hm?" he said, raising his palm to lay a firm smack. You sniffled, tears brimming your eyes. Hyunjin cooed, "My sweet little angel," he said, laying a few more spanks.

He hooked your calves over his shoulders, kissing your inner thighs, "So cute," he chuckled, laying a spank on your bottom. You yelped, thighs quivering against his neck. Hyunjin leaned himself forward, burying his face into your clothed cunt. He licked your soaking panties, laying another harsh smack on your flesh. You whimpered, clenching your thighs around his head. "My little pain slut," he cooed, pulling down your panties. You hiccuped, bucking your bare folds against his nose "Please, Hyune," you whined, tears dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin hummed, laying another spank "You're so desperate for me, angel. Soaking my face before I even tasted you," he teased, kissing directly on clit. Drawing a loud broken keen from your throbbing lips. Hyunjin chuckled, watching your skin turn red and sore "I'm going to make sure you can't sit for a week," he growled, smacking your aching mounds.

Han Jisung [Therapeutic/Hardcore]

"C'mere," he chuckled, pulling you close against him. You smiled, laying your back on his chest "Are you feeling alright, Ji?" you asked, turning to face him. He smiled back, kissing down your neck "Yeah, can I grope your cute little ass?" he asked, whispering into your ear. You nodded, laying across his lap "Go ahead," you whispered, swaying your hips. Jisung smirked, tugging down your shorts and panties "You belong to me don't you, sweetheart?" he asked, laying a firm spank on your full ass. You moaned, arching your back lower "All yours, Ji," you whimpered, panting heavily. Jisung chuckled, squeezing your mounds "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he groaned, gulping at the sight of your wet cunt, You mewled, shifting your legs further. He took in a shaky breath "Oh fuck," he sighed, spreading your folds with his fingers. You moaned, blood rushing down to your throbbing clit "Please," you preened. Jisung growled, raising his hand to lay a sharp smack on the pulsing nub "You're absolutely fucked tonight," he chuckled.

Jisung lay on your resting body, nuzzling his face into your back. "Get off," you whined, squashed beneath your lover. He laughed, sitting up, "Okay, okay," he said, sitting by your feet. You sighed, and continue to scroll through your phone. Jisung smirked, pulling your legs across his lap. "Yah!" you squeaked as he laid a firm spank on the back of your thighs. Your breath hitched, holding back a whimper. Jisung groped your ass, laying another smack on your thighs "My sweet little thing," he chuckled breathily.

Felix [Punishment/Maintenance]

"Mhm, fuck," you moaned, thrusting your dildo into your clenching walls. You bucked your hips, bringing your legs closer to your chest. The door swung open, "Hey, sunshine. I'm back early," he said looking up as he watched in. You squeaked, clenching around the dildo from the jolt. Felix chuckled, leaning against the door frame, "Well, what do we have here?" he asked, walking up to you. Your body froze under Felix's overwhelming gaze. He sat on the edge of your bed, gesturing to his lap "Now," he said, voice rumbling into your ears. You instantly laid across, dildo still buried within your dripping pussy. Felix hummed, laying a firm spank on your bare skin "Was your needy cunt that desperate?" he asked, smacking your bottom.

"Look forward," he said, holding your chin towards the mirror. Felix raised his palm, laying heavy firm spanks on your ass "Look how gorgeous you are, sunshine," he said, gripping your jaw. You hiccuped, tears brimming your eyes. Felix grunted, laying another smack "I'm going to show you who's in control, yeah? Your body is mine, your pleasure, your thoughts are all mine. You have no right talking bad about your body," he growled, spanking your thighs. You sobbed, staring at your ruined reflection "Sorry, I'm sorry," you wailed, gripping the sheets. Felix sighed, rubbing your burning skin "You're my precious little sunshine, I can't have you degrading yourself, hm? he said, massaging your bottom. You nodded vigorously, submitting to Felix's touch.

Kim Seungmin [Hardcore/Erotic]

He smirked, making your thighs with a flog "Aww, pretty darling. I'm going to mark you up beautifully," he said, flicking the tool. Tears weld up in your eyes, staring up at him "Mhm," you whimpered. Seungmin chuckled, "Fuck, you look so pretty when you cry," he said, rubbing the marks forming on your skin. Your lips wobbled, hands trembling at your sides. Seungmin's eyes softened, holding your chin "If you need your safeword, tell me," he whispered, slipping out of his role. Your breath shuddered, "Green," you said, licking your bottom lip. Seungmin smiled, gently laying you down "Raise your hips," he said tugging your shorts. You whimpered, cunt bare to the cold air. Seungmin raised the flog, smacking your throbbing clit "Such a pretty clit, it must have been aching, huh?" he taunted. A broken whimper escaped your lips, tingles burning from the pain.

Seungmin cooed, guiding your hips up and down his pulsing cock. You sobbed, nails digging into his shoulder "Minnie, Minnie," you babbled, throwing your head back. Seungmin groped your bottom, laying a heavy spank on your skin. You clenched around his back, back arching from the impact. Seungmin chuckled, laying another spank "Aww, what's wrong?" he asked, fauxing a pout. You hiccuped, hips smacking with each bounce. Seungmin slapped your thigh, grunting as he bucked his hips "Fuck, you feel so good around my throbbing cock, baby," he growled. You sniffled, broken moans slipping past your lips. He grabbed your bottom, thrusting his cock with a brutal pace.

Yang Jeongin [Therapeutic/Punishment]

He groaned, laying next to you "Honey, I'm bored," he grumbled, patting your bottom. You rolled your eyes, turning to him "Find something to do," you said, hugging your pillow. Jeongin chuckled, straddling your back "Don't mind if I do," he said, spanking your bottom, You yelped, staring at him "What the fuck, Innie," you squeaked, glaring at him. Jeongin smirked, patting your ass playfully, "Look at that jiggle, honey," he teased. You grumbled, hiding a subtle smile as you shook your head.

He clicked his tongue, "Sweetheart, what are you doing?" he asked, staring down at you. You sniffled, rutting your hips on his pillow "Need you, Innie," you sobbed, thighs quivering around the fluff. He raised an eyebrow, "You should've waited a minute more," he said cupping your cheek. You held back a wail, arms trembling "Need you so badly. Hurts too much," you keened, rubbing your raw clit on the soft pillowcase. Jeongin sighed, pulling you across his lap "My naughty naughty little honey. Did I ruin you this badly, hm?" he hummed, raising his hand to spank your bottom. You moaned shamelessly, cunt throbbing from the blinding ache. Jeongin chuckled, tracing your sopping clit "Don't cum until I say so, honey," he said, laying another painful spank. You sobbed, clawing the sheets beneath your palm "Can't, can't, can't" you babbled, tears streaming down your cheeks. Jeongin cooed, plunging two fingers into your ribbed walls "Of course, you can," he said, laying a sharp spank on your opening. You whimpered, body tensing as you held back your orgasm. Jeongin smirked, rubbing your mounds "Good girl," he praised.

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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hey! i just broke up w my bf of almost two years today and have been really sad.

I wanted to thank you for your works bc there helping me get through this. your hotch x reader works are keeping me sane

idk if your interested but maybe a request of reader breaking up with their partner and is very sad was bc they were so busy w the bau and life so they think its best and hotch is there for her and comforts them. he has feelings for them but doesnt want to make a move bc yk newly single. but he does little things to make her feel better bc he likes to see her smile :)

this is completely self service so you dont have to write but i love you works i think ur my fav writer on here :) i hope all is well love 💜

hi lovey! first off, i'm so sorry that you're going through a breakup. I hope that this can help even just a little bit, please take care of yourself and eat something yummy <333

Today holds new experiences for both you and Aaron. For example, you've never seen him in sweatpants before, and he's never seen you with 4 hours worth of tear-induced eye bags.

As luck would have it, when you turn into the tissue aisle, the metal bars of another cart smash into your own. They weren't going fast, but you were, hellbent on getting what you need and getting out again, so the screeching of metal on metal only makes your headache worse.

"Sorry," You rush, keeping your eyes averted as you yank your cart away from the other. You keep conversation short, but the voice that comes from the person you'd just rammed into makes you stiffen instinctually.

"Y/N?"

It's Hotch.

It's your boss, the man who you try extra hard to be nothing but professional around. The man who's seen you only in perfectly dry cleaned pantsuits and neat hair is seeing you in pajama pants and crocs with a nose so swollen it looks like you've been stung by a bee.

"Hotch," You cringe, nodding politely as you try maneuvering your cart around his, "Sorry for bumping into you. I was in a hurry."

"I can see that," He grabs onto the bars of your cart to stop you from pushing it anywhere, and you chance a cautious look up at his face; his brow is knit in concern, and his eyes are shining with the same look. But your glance upwards reveals that his son is with him, a boy no more than four years old sitting in the cart and looking at you with a tiny hint of terror on his little face, something that probably stems from your no-makeup zombie look. He's mid-chew on a tiny handful of popcorn that he'd probably begged his dad for at the front.

"What happened?" Aaron asks, pulling your attention back to him, and you're slightly relieved he doesn't go for 'Are you alright?'. Clearly, you're not.

"Uh," You sniffle, chuckling dryly, "Bad breakup. Just- getting some tissues, that's all."

"Oh." He hums, hand loosening on your cart, "I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Um," You glance around the store, knowing not many people are there, but it would still be weird to open up a therapy session in the TP aisle, "No, it's okay. Thank you, though. Really, I appreciate it."

"Okay," Aaron nods, though none of the concern has left his expression, "But if you'd like to some other time, please remember I'm here if you need me. Even if it's late, if you need help I'll give it to you."

His sincerity brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes that he smiles sadly at, and you smear a hand over your eyes to get rid of them, "Thanks, Hotch."

"Mhm," He hums, looking ready to let you go until his son hooks a chubby fist into his shirt.

"Hm?" Aaron looks down, and leans his head next to Jack's when the little boy tugs him closer.

They huddle for a moment, Jack whispering into Aaron's ear, and the man's hand tightens around your cart once more. Just when you thought you'd escaped.

"I think you should." Aaron nods, straightening up, glancing over, and nodding his head towards you, "Go ahead, buddy."

Jack looks up at you with that same hint of apprehension you'd seen earlier, but he digs a fist into his popcorn bucket and extends the hand to you. You actually feel your heart melting, the organ liquifying and dripping through your ribcage to pool like goo in your stomach.

"Uh- maybe," Aaron reaches for the bucket, intent on giving you a handful that hasn't touched sticky toddler hands, but you take Jack's offering without hesitation.

"Thank you, honey," You croon, and he drops the kernels into your open palm, "That does help, popcorn makes me much less sad."

"Daddy makes it for movie night." Jack's voice is soft and sweet, and you smile, sniffling weakly once more.

"Really? That sounds fun, what movies do you watch?"

"We're watching Monsters University tonight," Aaron informs you, then his posture straightens as an idea blooms in his brain, "Y'know, if popcorn makes you less sad, I think you should come and have some with us."

"Oh," Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head on impulse, "No, that's okay. I couldn't-"

"I'm asking you to." It's the firm voice Aaron uses whenever he's giving someone orders around the office; you suppose he can't separate his work life and home life completely.

"I don't like the thought of you being alone," Aaron admits, eyeing the ice cream already in your cart, "How about we pick up another pint and head to checkout?"

"I'll be okay," You reach for a package of tissues, extra large, "Don't worry about it, Aaron."

You don't see it, but Aaron pinches Jack's side lightly, spurring the boy into action.

"Please come over tonight," Jack begs, and you swear he's making his eyes shiny on purpose, "Mike Wazowski is funny, and you can't be sad if you're watching something funny."

Aaron raises his eyebrows at you, and you see the faint hint of a smirk playing at his lips; got you.

You take a deep breath in, speaking on the exhale, "Alright. Um, can I bring anything else?"

"Pajamas, maybe." Aaron hums, "Movie nights are always better in pajamas."

You glance disdainfully down at your outfit, ragged pajama pants and a sweatshirt, "Check."

"Perfect," Aaron chuckles, finally letting go of your cart and turning it towards the ice cream aisle, "Let's go, buddy, if Y/N's coming over tonight, you need a bath. She doesn't wanna sit with a stinky boy."

"I'm not stinky!" Jack insists, looking like he's never been more offended in his life.

Aaron leans in, theatrically sniffing at the space near Jack's shoulder. He bugs his eyes out, turning his head to the side and fake-coughing, "Woah."

Jack roars with laughter at his dad's dramatics, feet kicking at his Aaron's stomach, and the sound of his giggles make the popcorn you're munching on taste a little bit sweeter.

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afreakingdork · 1 year ago

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Weak Spot - Chapter 40

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Gotta give it up for chapter artwork 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 (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex

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?

Warnings Below Cut.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

Warnings: mental breakdown and mentions of kidnapping

Please keep yourself safe.

Leo had been right about the tunnels. You lost track around the third turn and trying to keep up with him had become your prime concern. His glowing sword already only did so much amongst the uneven terrain, but it was his long strides and high speeds especially meant that you had very little attention to spare.

He had also been dead silent the entire way.

After what felt like ten minutes had gone by, you tripped over a curved piece of track. Falling to your knees, you huffed in the gravel.

Leo appeared by your side at a calculated distance. “Are you hurt?”

You had a comment about your dignity on your lips.

“Anywhere? Even a scratch?” He pressed, not getting closer, but his intensity rising.

You strained to see him.

Concern bled through his features and you could tell it wasn’t for your sake.

“My knees maybe…”

“I’m going to look.” Pulling his sword from where it was looped around his back, he held the blue hue between you.

Shifting to sit on your butt, you offered your knees and he waved the sword over them like a wand.

You stared openly at the runes cascading down the blade.

“Is that… real?”

“Mhm.” With a flick of his free hand, he knocked smaller debris off of you. “It won’t bite.”

“Don’t say it like that.” You griped and reached out.

He held steady as you touched the blade. Despite its glow, it felt about how you’d imagined room temperature metal would.

“You’ve pulled it out of thin air a few times.”

He simply nodded and gave a faint click out of the corner of his mouth. “It’ll bruise.”

“Barely, it doesn’t really hurt.” You shrugged, a little annoyed he’d ignored you.

“Isn’t that enough?” He shot the question to you with a raise of his gaze.

The staunchness there struck you with the point: if you were returned to Donnie damaged, he would not take it well.

There was no way he was going to take any of this well.

It had all gone so wrong.

“We can mystic up all our weapons like that. They’re manifestations of our clan’s ninpo.” With a push down from where he was squatted, he rose back up. “Hurry.”

“Is the rush because of Donnie too?”

Leo turned away and started walking. “I wouldn’t call what we had a conversation, but he was very specific about timing.”

“After that ridiculous phone call, he got to me from across the city in only a few minutes.”

Leo gave a puff that was almost laughter. “Ran straight to your boyfriend, hm.”

“Maybe if someone hadn’t left the call in the creepiest way possible.”

Leo straightened a little where rush had hunched him forward. “… That-”

“Mhm?” You managed sarcasm.

“It wasn’t a lie.” He decided, breezily. “It was the nature of your relationship. I was forced to keep investigating.”

“By who?” You managed a hollowness that reverberated off the tunnel walls.

Leo said nothing and took a sharp turn.

You jogged around the corner.

Blue light caressed his elbows as he’d shoved his hands, hilt and all, into his jacket’s pockets.

“If Donnie and I had been something else…?”

“We would have taken more drastic measures.”

“Was there any scenario in which you left us alone?” Light picked up a large piece of graffiti and you turned to watch it in passing.

Leo did a similar tilt, but gave it less attention. “Mikey was pulling for psychiatrist. I had to remind him of the scent. Talk about a regular Joker, Harley Quinn.”

“None at all?”

Leo chuffed. “What do you want from me?”

“I-” You hiccupped, avoiding another bent piece of track with a hop.

Leo stopped in front of you and gave you a half turn of his body to watch.

“I don’t… expect you to understand anymore.” You looked right at him and hoped the light translated what you needed it to. “I just want you to accept it for what it is. After what I saw… I don’t… blame you.”

“You didn’t see anything.” He held eye contact for several beats to enforce the point before continuing on.

“Nothing at all.” You agreed, quiet.

Within a few more lengths of track, you reached a platform. You had passed a few and even a maintenance door, but Leo hadn’t paid them much mind. Here though, he stopped and turned toward you. “Boost or lift?”

“Boost.”

He nodded and knelt down, cupping his hands for your foot.

You caught the brick with one hand and slipped your shoe into the holster.

In a quick heave that he translated with a little bounce, you were tossed up onto the platform. You stumbled slightly, landing on your feet without grace. In an easy leap, he appeared behind you and hooked the back of your shirt to set you upright.

“As little touch as possible?” You looked back at him as he released a pinch.

“We can parse about how long it’s been since contact. I want the story to be as clean as possible.”

“It’s not gonna go well.”

“You’re telling me.” He grouched and headed towards some stairs.

You followed after, taking in the abandoned space with its bits of trash. “Would Donnie be able to do that with his weapon?”

“No.” Leo surprised you with a straight response. “He built his. Our weapons are part of us.”

You nodded, mulling over the power Donnie had mentioned was locked inside of him.

Would it take the shape of a bo as well?

“Okay.” Leo stopped at the landing and looked back down at you. “This is going to be a standoff. Don’t make any rapid movements and wait for both of our signals.”

“Both… as in Donnie’s too?”

Leo gave a curt nod. “He’s not going to understand.”

How could he?

You barely did.

You made it to the last few stairs.

“Stay close, but don’t touch.”

You gave a final nod before he went down a short length of hall. It curved to the right before broken down bricks signified where this exit had once been blocked off. Beyond that was a shut metal door with a line of light trying to pry it open. Your pulse picked up as Leo stepped over the bricks and set himself with rigid posture. He then took a final breath before shoving the set of doors open at once.

Light shot forward and temporarily blinded you. Wincing against it, you lowered a hand that had come up and scurried to catch up with Leo. From the outline around him, you could tell it was twilight with orange hues drenching old cracked buildings. Leo stopped with his head held high and you knew why before you saw a single glimpse of him. It took two long strides to catch up, but as soon as you were at Leo’s back you leaned heavily to one side and saw Donnie in his villain suit.

Fully equipped, minus his mechanical arms, he stood an odd black against what was still daylight. The beams of his goggles were turned off, but from the light behind him you couldn’t make out his eyes through the lenses. What you could tell, however, was that while his gaze was trained on Leo, his attention was squarely on you.

“No warm welcome?” Leo began with what only had the faint traces of a taunt.

His fear was palpable.

Could Donnie tell?

Or was it apparent because you had seen the cracks in his façade?

“Not for me of course.” Leo stepped to the side as if to reveal you.

You checked with him before openly watching your boyfriend.

He had a similar posture to Leo.

In fact, even though they were dressed in utterly different ways, they looked a little too similar.

Now that you could see both of them, it was also clear that neither had taken their gaze off the other.

If this was any other scenario, you might have gagged at the dick measuring vibe of it all.

Knowing the history though, one ill timed movement would mean bloodshed.

They both had to be ready.

They couldn’t show an iota of weakness.

That was why you hadn’t read much more than a trace of emotion off Donnie.

He only parted what must have been a glance with the slightest tilt of his head. “Terms?”

“A message.” Leo corrected, his voice biting.

Donnie’s chin tipped slightly as a means for him to go on.

Leo’s gaze flicked away for a millisecond. “Dad said to meet him at his usual booth.”

It might not have been obvious to Leo, but you saw the near imperceptible way Donnie’s chest puffed up. Just as quickly as it appeared, he smoothed it out and readied posture.

You could sense Leo twitch in preparation to grab his sword.

“Is that all?”

“No fighting.” Leo quirked a smile that was equally a dare.

You couldn’t help your frown.

Wasn’t he supposed to be avoiding that?

He never knew when enough was enough.

None of them did.

“Y/N.”

You straightened at the sound of Donnie’s voice. It was the odd, lowered pitch he used when he was in costume, but you’d since attributed it to him. “Yeah?”

“Status.”

“I’m alright.”

Leo’s head tilted to the side as if he were bored.

Donnie’s malevolent aura began to percolate. “If I find even a single scratch-“

“Knees are bruised.” Leo cut him off.

This time Donnie rose with palpable fury.

Leo’s fingers flexed at his sides as if he were about to go for a pistol.

“I fell!” You held a hand out to each of them. “On my own, an accident.”

Donnie ignored you in favor of testing this comment’s truth against Leo.

“I’m giving full disclosure.” Leo barked, his hackles bristled to the point you could almost imagine his scales flared. “No fighting.” He repeated, a little quieter. “Take them and leave. That’s all.”

You wanted to call out to your partner, but couldn’t manage a syllable.

Donnie held onto his rage for several lengths and you could tell he was running through scenarios. When he landed on the one he liked, he made a great show of holding out his hand. “Come.”

You gave a glance to Leo and he gave a tight nod without ever looking at you.

In a slow creep, you took one step and then another. Looking back to see Leo hadn’t budged, you then raced to close the distance to Donnie. Reaching him, you thought he’d catch you, but his hand turned as soon as you tried to touch him and shoved you behind. “Step back.”

“Same time.” Leo bargained.

Donnie lowered his head ever so slightly and, in a stand-off, both men raised their legs at the same time. They then slowly stepped back in near perfect sync with you scooting in the same direction as Donnie to give him the room. This went on for three more steps before both parties shot into motion. Donnie scooped you up as Leo disappeared back into the dark of the station. You were airborne the same moment the doors slammed shut and audibly locked with what sounded like heavy chains. Only then, feeling how not once had the racing of your heart slowed during the whole exchange, everything hit you with a lightheadedness. Wilting into Donnie, blood sloshed through your ears as you shoved your lids together.

Wind whipped around and it took several minutes of flight before you registered the orange hues were gone. What seemed like a tense instant had gone on much longer than you thought. Cracking open your gaze found one of your hands buried like a lifeline into Donnie’s suit while you soared high above the city. It was the highest you’d ever flown and caused you to shirk a little closer to your partner. “Donnie?”

He didn’t respond, but you could feel his grip tighten.

Unsure of what that meant, you glanced around and tried to place where in the city you had come from. You were presumably already miles from it and speed meant you couldn’t make much out. Sinking down and letting the fact that the ordeal was over filter through your frayed nerves, you felt Donnie finally slow. You glimpsed several buildings that were not your own closing in. Barely skirting the first as there was a light next to the roof access door, Donnie landed on one that was pitch black. There, his boots skidded against the pebbled surface before his rotors collapsed.

“Donnie?” You tried again.

He took great care in setting you down.

“Say something.” Your voice broke and you felt the thick of tears in your throat.

With arm’s hovered to make sure you were stable, he began to claw at himself.

Your hand stretched out to stop him, but something held you back from connecting.

In a gnash of teeth, he tore his mask off and threw it aside. He yanked various cords and unclipped straps which loosened the already baggy black suit. He then caught hold of the zipper and opened the fabric all the way to his waist. With his battle shell left in tack, it meant the two parts could only fall open and not away.

Nervous from the display, he was upon you before you could say a thing. You instead squeaked in surprise as he caught your forearms before reeling away. One with his hand and the other with his teeth, he ripped his gloves off instead of letting the tech revert to its gauntlet version. The mistake struck you as he caught you once again, now with bare hands. He palmed as if possessed, checking over every inch of your available skin. The assault bowled you over and he did little to catch you as your ass hit the ground. He simply chased you down and continued to check as a hand wrapped around your throat. You whined your displeasure as he used the hold to turn you side to side before he released only to dig into your scalp.

“Don!” You tried to awaken him as your follicles were tugged painfully.

He continued to ignore you and, in a harsh pull, your face smashed against his stiff plastron. There, he continued his check along your neck and down your back. You could hear stitches popping on your clothes as he paid them little mind when shoving his large limbs down into them. Squirming against him, you pushed at nearly the same time he completed his examination of your spine. In a blur, you were tossed onto your back where he at least had the wherewithal to cradle your skull from impact.

The hand of comfort immediately disappeared as he trekked down your torso. The seam of your shirt ripped on one side as he shoved it up and explored the expanse of your belly. Helpless, you examined the dark, starless sky as he continued farther south. When he found your knees, the rough press of his hands disappeared. In delicate swipes of his thumbs, he studied the supposed bruises before moving down with kneading presses. It was around the time he’d reached your ankles that you figured he’d seen enough to be reached. “See? I’m alright, Don.”

He shook his head in a flurry as he yanked your shoe off.

“I am. Not a scratch.”

This time he didn’t react as he got hold of your sock. It was only after revealing both your feet to the night air, that he ended his study with a loose grip on your calves and a haunting unfocused gaze.

“I’m okay.” You repeated in a whisper, propping up on your elbows.

“Nelson saw you: taken.”

The sentence hit you as you were inhaling.

You sucked in a little too much oxygen and it buzzed in your brain.

“Coral contacted me, screaming about Leo.”

Still not quite seeing you, he looked lost to the moment he described.

As if opening a time portal, his terror from then leaked through his palms and directly into your veins.

“She knew… About me. Them. She was… calm considering…”

“She’s… good under pressure.” You murmured, needing to do something.

He was being swallowed whole by the memory.

Watching him sink into the floor, you pressed with your legs to try to lift him out.

He could only tighten his grip with that same pain.

“All the way until the end of the call. She made it. Then she sobbed.” In a sudden snap, his gaze hit your face.

You watched it crumble in real time.

The pieces splintered and flecked.

You wished you could reach him and hold them together, but you couldn’t move.

“About how… bad she felt. She had your tech. How she’d gone too far. How she’d been erratic. How she’d left you for a stupid reason. Right after you had just told her-” It caught up to his voice.

The detached part of his throat that had been moving autonomously.

It strangled him and he hunched over.

“You-” He heaved desperately, not a bit of oxygen making it to his lungs.

Your nails dug into rough granules of the roof as you tried to scrape reality together.

“I couldn’t find you. Not above, not below. Roves of bots sent out. Either to find nothing or be destroyed in the damned tunnels. The entire city. Cameras taped. Footage, computers, phones… Over and over. No recourse. You were gone. You vanished. Disappeared. Into thin air! You were-!”

He animated like a rickety animatronic; this time without purpose. He stroked outward, greedy, in an attempt to drink in your body. It was like he had to feel that you were real beneath him and not an illusion. Each swipe was meant to keep him grounded, but it tore him apart. Shreds of him came loose with each stroke and he never made it beyond your torso before the shaking of his hands overtook his ability to function. Consumed, he warbled there, the quake moving from joint to joint in a terrible game of pinball. The mocking bells rang with each strike and the points tallied up in a counter that seemed to rotate endlessly.

Until it clicked a high score and the tension wires snapped.

What erupted from the wreckage was a cry.

It gained volume and grew massive until the weight of it collapsed in on itself.

It burrowed through your ears and drilled into your brain.

Left deaf and dumb, you heard him gasp against shut gills.

Out of water, what was left poured out of his eyes.

Another yell left him, this one of even more agony with sharp cuts tallying each ounce of air that refused to make inside. His body hit yours with no crushing force and instead with the weight of paper landing on the ground after being carried from the wind. Still grasping for a ledge to keep from freefall, his fingers snagged the stretched remains of your shirt. Clinging to them, he wound them up in fistfuls and buried himself into your stomach.

Finally coming free from the sticky tar of the roof, you encompassed him. You made a wrap around his head before his pack whirred to life. You watched it, tightening around your mate to instinctively protect him as the four arms sprouted from it. Mechanical flowers spun in the air as they emerged, found no sunlight, and then drooped back to earth. They found cardinal points around you and their claws broke the surface of the gravel where you had not had the strength. The metal then continued to spin until it began to build. Slamming like shutters, it constructed panels that soon slapped onto others. When the sound of clanging finally ceased, a dome erected around you.

Shielded and knowing that this was formed on instinct, you gathered up what you could of Donnie. He continued to sob loudly and looked very much like a child. Despite his size, he clung to you as if he would wash away, lost to the tide like plankton. Squeezing with enough pressure to knock out the average human, you kicked up the only repetition you could think of. “I’m here. I’ve got you. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Over and over.

You didn’t need to okay this display because nothing about what had occurred was alright.

What had begun also had no feasible end.

What outpoured from him was far more than just concern for your welfare.

It was years of torment.

A river dammed where the hairline fractures finally collapsed the age-old wall.

Holding on through the tidal wave, you felt your shirt soak.

Murmuring the mantra into his head, he continued to wail rhythmically.

Instead of quieting him, you held on as each wave wracked him.

Not tossed, but rolling, you felt each bowl in real time.

The barren trough.

The abysmal rising amplitude.

A bursting crest.

The inevitable fall.

The cycle kept renewing as choppy waters stretched a dark and swirling mass.

Navigating the seas with an ever present fear of capsizing, inevitably the helm coursed the storm. The waves lost strength and boiled down to a simmer. It left his muscles shuddering from the stress and you time to assess. Already holding what you could of him impossibly close, you turned to what you did not have. It took some feeling along the edge of his battle shell, but you parsed out what was him. From there you led the line down the hinge of his shell and attempted to tug his lower body. As if knowing instantly how much more contact that would bring, he coiled like a snake around you. Near fetal with you in the center, you again rested your weight atop him.

There, without a single view of the outside world, time passed. Under the metal bubble, you eventually let your own feelings about the exchange bubble up. Nowhere near as sharpened as his, you fell into an intangible stupor. In it were the many grievances regarding the Hamato name. Whether real or constructed from all that was left untold, you felt awash with them. You knew better than to think Donnie was the only one affected, but grappling with that many years of torment was something even the most seasoned therapist would shirk away from.

Leo, a wreck of nerves, wrung out from always having to be on.

Raph, a duct taped version of responsibility, aching from years of tweezing the family rubble.

Mikey, an active dissociation, free floating and flippantly moving to whichever side did the least harm.

Splinter, a brittle body of influence, telescoped a lost sense of self through a lens of regret.

And more.

There were more parties you didn’t even know about.

The fallout billowed from a crater to people you weren’t sure were able to put names to their originators.

All with a common theme.

“Donnie…” You ushered, quiet and voice busted in its own way.

He physically flinched.

It was already too much.

It sounded like you were about to add more.

He couldn’t take it.

You somehow managed to squeeze what you were already crushing. “No more,” you assured him.

Where nerves had wound, they went lax.

You kissed the closest bit of him which happened to be his shoulder blade. “I need to tell you something though, but not about today.”

He didn’t nod, but you could sense him give a green light through a microscopic shift.

“I lied about Leo… the night at the bar.” You didn’t feel worthy, but you rested your cheek against his head. “I called him. I was drunk, but knew enough. Everything else was true, but he didn’t call me. I had meant to call you and saw a weird contact.”

There was no obvious reaction.

“I hit call, knowing it was him. I didn’t tell you because…” Your lids fell. “I… don’t… know. Because…” You lifted up and looked out.

There was no answer.

“I guess… I wanted to keep his contact. I know. I know if I had said it then, you wouldn’t have been mad at me, but I also know how he makes you feel. That anger is real and there and I’m not afraid of it, but there’s just been…” You shook your head and rooted down against Donnie to murmur into his flesh. “There’s been too much. For all of you. It was a ‘just in case,’ but seeing them. Interacting with them… Lies ripped you all apart. In every way possible. They’re still lying to each other… but not us. We don’t have to. We shouldn’t. I made you agree. I’m so sorry. I should have never-”

What you felt first was him wrenching his right hand free from your shirt.

You immediately backed off to give him space.

Then, in what looked like the slow slog of turning a crank to lift a water filled bucket from a well, Donnie rose just enough so you could see his face.

Ruddy and a mess of tears and snot, his bloodshot eyes maneuvered the swamp to find you.

Expression unmoving, he had an easier time lifting that free hand up.

It found your cheek in a careful cupping.

“I’d-” He was struck the same as you with how thick and deep his voice sounded amongst the mucus. He gave an unproductive clearing before shaking his head at the futility. “-done… the same. I understand.”

Hearing it didn’t stop the guilt. “I’m still so sorry, Don. I’m sorry…”

He managed a shake in each direction before his body begged him to sink back down. He fought against it to give you a piece of a smile. “Respectfully… right now…? The absolute least… of my concerns. Insignificant.”

It broke your heart and mended the cracks.

Satisfied, he fell back into you.

You happily caught him and tried not to shake with a laugh. “Of course, scold me later.”

“No!” Though muffled by your body, the sound was so loud that it broke right through the layers of skin to where you felt the reverb in your bones.

“Or not…” You chuckled.

He pet your back with a small reassurance. Returning the favor to his arms, you settled against him and listened to the trickling of tears taper off. From there he eventually quieted minus a congested wheezing. When his breath had truly evened out, you were sure many hours had gone by. Not that you weren’t comfortable, being folded over your boyfriend held that quality, you couldn’t bring yourself to consider sleep. With him in a weakened position, you kept a vigil within the metal dome.

It was even longer after that when you were pulled from empty space by a clicking mechanism. Raising your head up, you watched as the interconnected panels of the mechanical arms began to separate. Much quieter than their haphazard construction, they retreated until they reformed what you considered their stationary form: four mechanical arms.

Lifting your upper body off your boyfriend found him groggy. He lightly pressed at you to fully free himself, but hunched viciously into your space as soon as he’d done so. You gave a softened smile and he glanced over it. He then looked beyond you and gave a nudge with his chin.

Turning to look over your shoulder you saw the cascade of oranges leading to dark blue that signified the sun was about to rise. “All night…”

You felt Donnie nod as he gathered himself up from his wrap. It ended with him sitting next to you with folded legs, but the slump was coaxing him closer.

You adjusted yourself and rubbed at your numbed appendages. “Have you ever… cried like that before?”

Silence ticked by and, as you slowed to see if you breached too delicate a subject, his face planted into your shoulder.

“Hey there…” With a bend of your arm you scratched just under his jaw.

He made an appreciative noise before something caught him. He then voiced annoyance before squishing your hand under his chin.

You giggled.

“No.”

Stopping abruptly to give the statement the solemn nature it deserved, you nodded as you set your head atop his.

“I hate it.”

You were about to make another noise, but he rushed to continue.

“My head is killing me. My body aches more than usual. My sinuses have hardly recovered and the dehydration is untenable.”

You gave a humored chuff. “Yeah, it’s like that.”

He echoed it with a sardonic groan.

“It also releases chemicals.”

“Oxytocin, endogenous opioids, and the like. The trade-off is not equal.”

“Still.” You turned enough to kiss his head.

The pressure seemed to trigger something because he telegraphed his need to move.

You lifted to give him space and watched as he untied his purple bandana. He then examined it with a repulsed expression as it was both damp and crusty. He let it fall to his lap before scrubbing at his eyes.

When he appeared again, you made a show of taking his head.

He came with the barest smile and even pressed forward with his forehead so you could place a kiss there.

“It’s starting.” He hummed, adjusting both your bodies to the east.

You looked out and watched as the sun glistened over the first building blocking its path.

You squinted against the light and felt Donnie pull at an arm he had around you.

“A new day.” You mused, cuddling into him.

“A bit on the nose.” He sneered.

You laughed and turned to tease him further.

He moved in and brushed the tip of his snout to your nose once before swiping side to side in a nuzzling rub.

“On the nose?” You tried to mock, but giggles broke through.

He gave an all too serious nod before a smile forced its way onto his lips.

Two days had not been enough time for Donnie to emotionally recover.

The outpouring had been far more severe than even your best estimation. Donnie had not been exaggerating when he said it was the first time he’d broken down in that manner. He was left a ghost of his former self. After an honest bout of sleep, the specter, though it should have been incorporeal, was wound tight. The carefully crafted concealment no longer existed and even the smallest inconvenience threatened to topple him.

The quietest noises startled him visibly and you had to be extra careful in your word choice. Through it all, as frustrating as it was already, you could tell he was topping apologies onto the pile. You tried to usher them away as best you could, but his fragile façade meant that even an attempt to process something beyond what was already fully occupying his mental computer would result in an overload. Ripped raw, you knew he wanted nothing more than to hole himself up until he was on more stable footing.

It was unfortunate that the meeting with Splinter couldn’t be moved.

Even though there were ways.

You still had Leo’s number and, true to his word, Donnie had not scolded you.

Not that he even had the wherewithal to.

What had occurred was you observing the obvious: he was wholly not prepared to further tear into an already open wound. Leading the doting charge, when you suggested moving the date, the question had hit Donnie in a strange way. He had been very quiet about it and busied himself where he was keeping his hands busy by dismantling and rebuilding the rice cooker to supposedly improve its electrical consumption. You waited patiently, wondering after the three minute mark if he’d forgotten. It was around minute five when he suddenly stopped and exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath the whole time.

“Selfish, but I’d rather you only speak to the blue bastard in case of emergency and not on my account.”

It had been an odd lob.

The situation wasn’t quite life threatening, but it felt like something was in the balance.

Still, you’d left it at that. He’d been very good about voicing his needs in this state and he was mincing even less words than usual. Everything was a great effort and that shifted the needy nature of his into a new form. The creature comfort of parallel play was now one of dire straits. He’d been upfront on the way home from the rooftop that he was about to enter another clingy phase. More than happy to accept that as you hadn’t quite recovered from what happened yourself, you hadn’t anticipated that merely being out of his sight would put him on a dangerous edge.

He was never overt or controlling about it, but his entire being stood as raised hairs as soon as you left the room. He would enter a form of terrified stasis that broke like melted ice the moment you returned. It meant that going to work was troubling, so you’d been the one to suggest a two-way earpiece. He’d whipped up something covert within an hour and the broken joy he exhibited at the lenience had made you want to scoop him up.

You settled for a hug.

It was something he sought constantly.

A sensitive shadow, you could tell the abundant contact had its own wear. Attention had to be focused on touch points which diverted precious resources away from self soothing. At the same time, skinship had been paramount in grounding himself. Feeling you was the best way to translate to his addled brain that you were there, with him. It trapped him in a terrible center where he tried to compromise by sitting close with little brushes several times an hour. It took you an afternoon to get a feel for their pressure as they weren’t calling your attention. He just needed to know that you were still around and not a figment of his weakened mental state.

It lit the only positive of the affair:

You hadn’t even needed to ask if you could come along to the meeting.

In his preparation to go to what he called a diner, Donnie had simply asked if you were alright losing some sleep if the meeting went awry.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell him you’d already lost many hours.

Where he was usually the one to go to bed later and rise before you, he had since started sleeping for huge swaths of time. It spurned you to keep a vigil even though your common sense knew it was simply due to exhaustion.

What you had told him is you’d be there no matter how long it took.

He’d given you a relieved kiss on the cheek before you departed.

Night had been inching its way earlier into the day as you strolled the evening streets. Giving time to freshen up off of work, you’d headed out with Donnie particularly bundled. He hadn’t opted for any of his covert villain wear and instead seemed to be donning an all-star lineup of his most comfortable and concealing clothing. You marched beside him dutifully, only half wondering if he was hot due to late summer’s warmth.

A quick ride on public transit with one switch over set you on course for what you spied immediately on the street. Outside weathered, the shine of its chrome had dulled, was the once shining exterior of a 50s diner. Sure that was the destination, you still checked with Donnie only to find his eyes glued to the pavement. It proved to be true as, within two blocks, your partner deviated his path towards the door. He held it for you and a nice older woman in a similarly themed costume called out at your arrival.

“Sit down anywhere you two!”

Donnie parted a nod to the floor before taking a booth second from the back.

You trailed behind, observing the space with a drawn eye. Absently taking the seat across from him, it was only then you realized you were the one facing the door. Checking in still found him piously downturned and you frowned at the display as the waitress approached.

“Hungry? What can I get ya?” She passed two menus.

Donnie slid his away and turned to look out the window.

Glancing at him, you hadn’t had dinner yet and ordered a meal while already planning how fast you’d need to scarf it down.

“Alright, that and a cup of coffee’ll be right out.” She nodded, not bothering to take note as she scooped the menus back up.

“Coffee?” You wondered having never ordered it.

She paused, already half turned away to depart. “Yeah, ‘is what he always gets.” She bobbed her head at Donnie.

You glanced at your partner, trying to parse out how often this exchange happened.

The waitress seemed beholden to help. “You remember the mutants already, but it’s the system that’s burned inta my mind.” She jutted out a hip to point a pen. “This one won’t even touch it, like a prop. The other will come and order a slice of pie with milk. Old man will scarf it down and this one overpays.”

Your lips rounded for an ‘oh,’ that didn’t come out.

“This’ll be the third since I’ve worked here,” she continued to elaborate.

You had the next question ready, but her smile said she knew what it was.

“A long time.” With a flourished twirl, she headed back to the counter. “A long time.”

You lowered your head to stare at the long worn enamel on the table.

You heard the waitress pass the order to the cook and mention something about being early.

Narrowing your gaze, you reviewed Donnie again. “We’re early?”

“Four hours.” It was the first thing he’d said since you’d left home.

You could almost hear a second hand ticking by as you waited for the punch line to hit. “What?!”

He didn’t even look guilty when he brought his eye to you. “I had to come.”

You watched on as discomfort pulled him away.

It struck what had become an ever-present ache in your heart.

He couldn’t wait at home.

Everything was too much.

He needed to be here and ready.

Even if that was a glaring inconvenience.

Sighing to show you had relented, you sank into the booth to wait. Your food came and you ate languidly. Conversation was scarce and you didn’t bother to fill it as Donnie was precariously balanced on a razor thin wire of attention. You alternated between your phone and people watching until streetlights kicked on and the sun went down. Hoards thinned out along with the dinner rush which left you with your own baked goods as a treat.

It was teetering around 10pm when you excused yourself to go to the restroom.

Not anxious, but accepting, Donnie had let you go with only a glance. The many hours had proved some worth as he’d settled into the space in a way. His nerves were still raw, but he’d come to an ambivalent peace with what was about to occur. You’d spent an inordinate amount of time examining his form and had logged most of the change.

It was at the sink washing your hands and bemoaning how low the soap was that you heard the bell jingle signifying a new customer. Hearing, but not registering, you dried wet digits with rough brown paper before exiting. You emerged just in time to see Splinter wiggle his way into your seat. You stalled there as the door hit your back both at his existence and appearance. In a clash of patterns, he had on a garish plaid shirt with red pinstriped pants. They fought further with his neon green ball cap that only barely went with his large yellow tinted frames.

You only barely stepped out of the bathroom’s inlet as the waitress sauntered over. Arriving at the table, the older man openly flirted and you could just hear him order pie between giggles.

Though you could only see the back of his head, open irritation flowed off of Donnie.

You took it as an odd relief as you walked over just as the tittering waitress departed.

“Y/N!” Splinter called out with a wave.

“Hi.” You approached and awkwardly stood to the side, waiting for Donnie to stand.

Continuing his strangeness, he scooted over to give you room beside him instead.

You’d be sitting on the outside, the easy to flee position.

Pursing your lips, you took the seat and settled to glimpse Splinter surveying the exchange openly. He semed to remember him an spoke. “I apologize. This matter needs to be settled in person.”

“They took it too far.” Donnie growled low.

Splinter’s jovial spirit honed to a sharp edge. “Only now you consider that?”

“Don’t get me wrong.” Donnie’s smile split, manic. “I would have slaughtered the lot of you. If you’d only let me, we could have avoided all of this.”

Having been more focused on Splinter’s change, you openly balked at your partner.

“Donatello.” Splinter urged, glancing between the pair of you.

“Don’t say my name!” Donnie slammed his fists on the table.

“We got a problem?” The waitress wondered, sounding bored and heading your way.

“No, no!” Splinter returned with Leo-like speeds to joy. “Bring on the pie! My blood sugar needs it! I saved up! You bake with the best of them, Cheryl!”

“I’ve told you, you old codger, we get them delivered.” She feigned snark as she set down a plate and glass of milk.

“You will admit it one day.” Splinter winked.

“Recheck your levels, something other than the pie is too sweet.” She cooed back.

You had to turn away.

He wasn’t your dad, but his whole being screamed father.

No one wants to see their old man like that.

It sent you towards Donnie who appeared so angry you thought you could see steam rolling off of him.

“Refill?” The waitress joked, eyeing the long standing cup of coffee.

“Your head on a-!” Donnie was about to turn on her and you felt very much in the line of fire.

“That’s all for now!” Splinter’s voice rose too high.

The waitress gave a blink of thickly done lashes before departing without another word.

“I’ll never understand why this location.” Donnie seethed.

“Pie is good.” Splinter said through a mouthful. He then gulped down a quarter of the glass of milk which gave him a matching mustache. “And it is secure. No ears, no eyes.”

“There are plenty of secure locations.” Donnie clicked his tongue.

“Not like…” Splinter sighed, knowing the futility.

“Don’t.” Donnie warned.

Splinter simply took another bite.

“The moment you’re done, we’re leaving.” Donnie turned dismissively.

“Do you not want to come to terms?” Splinter chewed in quiet contemplation.

“I want to live my-” Donnie looked as though he were about to turn another barbed response, but stopped at his mouth’s content.

“Live?” Splinter wondered with tepid awe.

Donnie’s hand twitched and you moved to cover it.

He glanced at you with near offense and you returned it with bitter brows that told him not to do whatever he was planning. His gaze widened with further indignity and you doubled down by exaggerating your features. With a twitch to his left eye, you watched a millisecond flick of his pupil to Splinter which told you he didn’t like displays of affection in front of him. You squeezed his hand to show your resolve and he crumbled away from it with a sneer.

“You two are closer than I imagined.” Splinter hummed as he took another long sip. “With a year, it makes sense.”

Donnie shot you a quick glance that said he was right to have been wary.

You shook your head and turned to the older man while still holding your boyfriend's hand. “How was the family meeting?”

Splinter wilted a little. “In age… In some ways… we are closer than ever before. In others, we are far apart.”

“It can be like that growing up.” You mused.

You watched the other parties turn away to suggest it wasn’t just that.

You knew as much.

“It was a long night.” Splinter decided, pushing a bit of fallen crust around.

Donnie snorted.

You dug your nails into his hand.

He turned to openly glower at you.

You puffed up to show you weren’t about to take that.

He had a minor recoil and sent his ire across the table.

Splinter rose a brow at it, dismissively.

“Enough.” Donnie broke his hand out from yours. “Say it.”

“Say what?” Splinter shuffled his fork, trying to make a perfect bite.

“It.” Donnie spat. “The redundant shit you always say. The nonsense where you always happen to catch me at my weakest and set up these damned meetings. It’s always the same! ‘It doesn’t have to be this way.’ ‘I know better than anyone that people can change.’” He turned, his expression fracturing under the frenzy to reveal terror. “If you did. If you had changed, then you’d know and finally leave me the fuck alone.”

Splinter was methodical as he placed his fork down, silently. He then clasped his hands and sat back in the booth.

The maneuver accentuated his advanced age.

There, looking very small with a downcast expression, he gave a single nod. “You’re right.”

Donnie was too riled up to let the statement deflate him.

“But I am not here to harp on that or anything of else.”

A second pin still couldn’t permeate the inflated pomp.

“I am here because of Y/N.”

Third time the charm, Donnie’s shoulders collapsed.

The fall of them was so heavy it jostled you as his hands hit the seat.

You traced back up his arm to find his pupils frantically searching the rat mutant.

“Why?” Donnie’s voice came out in a ghostly puff.

“They don’t deserve this.” Splinter straightened. “Our trauma.”

Slow as if revealing something, Donnie turned to you in a segmented rotation. He then stared as if seeing you for the first time.

Now, out of prying sight, you found his hand to squeeze.

He returned it and his gaze sharpened with regret.

You instinctively went to tell him it was alright.

You knew he wasn’t lashing out at you.

“I’m sorry,” he spoke first.

Splinter’s fork clattered and he spiraled trying to silence it.

You ignored the older man and gave Donnie a hopelessly accepting expression. “I know.”

Donnie nodded and turned to Splinter who was staring with huge eyes. “What did Leonardo have in mind?”

“It…” Splinter glanced around as if the joke would be revealed before warily giving his attention. “It was truly a joint effort for once.”

Donnie waited, his patience still thin.

“Ceasefire.”

“We’ve never been able to agree to one.” Donnie spoke less out of resentment and more from obvious experience.

“You have a reason now.” Splinter flicked his gaze to you and back.

Donnie lips parted, ready to curl, but he pressed them back into a line. “Terms.”

“No bodily harm to anyone and the boys will leave you be.”

Donnie tapped a finger to your hand, thinking. “That’s all?”

Splinter gave a single nod.

“Big Mama would be disappointed.”

“It is good that I am not betting on her.”

Donnie looked at you. “I don’t appreciate that insinuation.”

“Put faith in? Would that be the better term?” Splinter thought on it.

“I don’t understand…?” You asked Donnie when his gaze moved to you.

“He’s making the contract lenient in hopes I’ll agree more easily. He’s hoping you will keep me from twisting the terms in my favor.” Donnie explained.

You blinked once before addressing Splinter. “I don’t mind that he’s a villain.”

“I know that feeling well.” Splinter’s words struck you in a way that made you wonder if you or Donnie were more like him.

Donnie made a little noise of disgust that he tried and failed to swallow.

You gave a minor look of confusion before you put together the real insinuation

Maybe that’s why you felt you could open up to the older man. .

“If you’d ever like to talk…” Splinter offered you.

Donnie’s body jolted as he had a protest that he barely caught.

Splinter eyed him. “I would like communication to be open. Not forced, but there, if need be.”

Donnie turned all the way away from both of you.

You took it as a signal that this was in your hands. “Uh, I already have Leo’s number.”

“I have the others.” Splinter nodded.

“Yeah… Okay.” You peeked at Donnie to find him just shy of outright pouting. “They said it was okay?”

“Of course!” Splinter leaned to the side, dismissively, as he dug into his pockets.

In a comical exchange, you ended up having to take Splinter’s phone to find the contacts. He’d labeled them as colors which were muddy and lost among an absurd directory that included entries like ‘guy who sells fish’ and ‘that dirty hobo from the park.’ When you finally found them, you copied them over to your contacts list before Splinter grabbed a mouthful of pie as if he hadn’t eaten in hours.

“Assurance that the blue bastard won’t come up with something?” Donnie returned, looking very much violated.

Splinter chewed and scrambled for a moment. He then patted himself down before he produced a tiny folded piece of paper. He placed it on the table and retracted, giving Donnie space to pick it up. Donnie waited until the older man had fully retreated before picking it up. He unfurled it with a flick and gave it a scan before chuffing.

You watched on, trying not to look too interested when he turned his wrist to hold it out to you.

You took it and found it was a list of numbers. “What is it?”

Splinter shrugged, finishing his milk.

“Their IP address.” Donnie remarked.

“Couldn’t you…?” You paled, almost wanting to burn the thing.

“It’s a gesture.” Donnie responded. “Give and take.”

You nodded and handed it back.

“Cease fire.” Donnie agreed. “Not for anyone else.”

But you.

You were both touched and troubled.

Splinter gave a faraway nod. “You do not have to wait for me to finish.” He picked at the back half of his pie. “That is all.”

Feeling as though you needed to commit Splinter’s image to memory, you looked him over one last time before preparing to scoot out of the way.

Donnie’s elbow came to the table.

Turning to openly watch your partner now, he then craned his chin to the connected hand and stared out the window.

It telegraphed that he’d be staying and you blinked widely between the pair before settling down in your seat.

Splinter checked with Donnie, obviously surprised by the turn before looking to you, almost shy. “Did you get a chance to eat?”

“Yeah, I got dinner and dessert.”

“The fries could be better!” Splinter huffed.

“Cooked longer.” You nodded, knowingly.

“Orange makes these double fried duck fat ones, oh!” Splinter crooned.

“Those are the kind they serve at fancy restaurants.”

“Too hoity-toity! Splinter threw his nose up. “Silverware this, napkin that. Let me eat!”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

He had so many markers of an every-dad type.

You imagined he even wore his waistband high, though you couldn’t see it. “I gotta ask…”

“Hmm?” He hummed curiously through a mouthful.

“The clothes…”

“Oh!” His excitement came with flecks of food that hit the table.

You frowned deeply.

Beside you, Donnie still had your hand and gave a squeeze that said this was on you.

“Stylish! It’s what the kid’s wear!”

“I’ve never seen anyone dressed like that.”

“Cutting edge.” Splinter rose up in his seat.

He went on to talk a bit about his glory days before the pie disappeared. It was then that Donnie’s attention came away from the window and you politely excused yourself. Splinter flirted with the waitress again as Donnie paid and soon you were out on the street. Through his body language, it seemed like Splinter needed to go your way as well, but he directed himself to head the opposite. “Donatello.”

Donnie ignored him in favor of adjusting his coat.

“Proud… is not the right word.”

Donnie stiffened, his head away for only you to see the anger painted on his face.

“That would mean I had some kind of hand in your upbringing.”

Donnie’s gaze hit the pavement so hard you thought it might crack.

“I do not wish to put that on you, but still I… I am… glad. To see you happy…” Only you saw Splinter’s eyes water until he had to look away. “Deserve is also not correct…” He went on to say something that sounded like a curse in Japanese.

Donnie responded in the same language.

Your head flew to him.

His gaze had narrowed into slits.

Returning to Splinter found his wide eyes swimming. “I have only ever wanted to… see you have a break… from your hardships. It seems as though that time has come…” Through what must have been a blur, Splinter nodded at you. “Please…”

Torn between the two, you nodded fiercely.

“En-enjoy it. Not for me. Never for me. For you. Be… happy for you.” Splinter’s lip warped and he had to turn away, using his arm to scrub his eye.

Donnie began to walk. You watched Splinter fail to rid his tears for what seemed like an eternity before you turned to catch up to Donnie in a light jog.

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fakesimp · 2 years ago

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Hiya !!! i love your account so much <33 keep what your doing because you’re doing great !!

may i ask for a fluff with a bit of smut with Aster ? as far as i know you didn’t do one with him so why not ^^

Thigh highs, with Aster Arcadia

Warning !

Slight nsfw ; Fluff ; Flirty ! Clingy ! Aster ; Kissing ; Mentions of Handcuffs ; Mentions of Sex ; Established Relationship

A/n !

I have no idea what to write for him but this is, what I could think of-

Also uhhh, the title and the content utc might be a bit, off.. apologies (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) , also thank you for the kind words !! I'll try my best anon 💜 hehe

I hope you like this anon !

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"Baabeee"

He called you, your Beloved Starlight from upstairs, loud enough that you can hear him all the way downstairs. It took you a moment before going to where he is, "What's wrong Aster?" You asked as you walk down the hallway and stopped in the middle. Waiting for his reply, "Over hereee" he replied in his streaming room.

You went over to the room and peeked inside to see him on the couch, looking at his own legs, that's, wearing..

Thigh highs.

"Hi babe~ look at the new thigh highs i bought~~" he said as his eyes sparkle, you blinked, and slowly closing the door.

Taking a deep breath before opening it again, making the male letting out a small chuckle. "Why so shy, I haven't even done anything yet.." he said making you stopped walking for a moment before you continue approaching him, "So why did you call me here?" You tried to avoid his flirtatious remarks.

"Hm~ here, take this" he didn't push further on the flirting, for now. At least, that's what you thought. And you look at what he gave you, "Wh, ...at am i suppose to do with, these again." You hesitantly asked as you stare at the thing he gave you. "Use it, what else you should do with handcuffs." He said and slowly smirks at you, you look back at him. Mouth slightly agape, you tried to reply but no words are coming out.

"Me? Using the handcuffs or you-" you stopped half way and look down on the handcuffs, He then chuckled, "You're so cute babe, asking for everything. I'm just kidding, put it on the table there, and come hereee.." he said as he gesture you to come closer.

"I want cuddles." He said as he did the doe eyes at you, you slightly bit your lower lip. And went to him and pull him up from the couch, "if you want to cuddle, let's cuddle in the bedroom.." you said as you gently hold his hand and led both you and him to your shared bedroom.

. . .

"Mm, this is nice.." he said as he snuggle up to you, him slightly pushing his head under your chin, his arms around your waist, his legs entangled itself around yours. You can feel the thigh highs material brushing against your legs, "Mhm.. are you going to sleep?" You asked as you ran a hand through his hair, it's so soft.

"Well, that was the plan, what? Did you want me to do something else instead..??"

"Nevermind go to sle-- mmh-!?"

"Hmm.. I change my mind,

... wanna do it? Hehe."

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There we go ! I am sorry in advance if he's ooc, i tried my best (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠) I hope this exceeds your expectations

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years ago

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Hello dear!💜 My request for the alphabet event is for Silver- A, K, U Idia- I, X, C Deuce - I, B, U I'll send another one, probably, so I'll be right back~

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, kidnapping, imprisonment, violence, blood, murder, death, manipulation, stalking, spoilers for masquerade event in Silvers part

Deuce Spades-I, B, U/Idia Shroud-I, X, C/Silver- A, K, U

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Mind washing that stain?

Deuce having a violent background is no big secret

So yeah, of course he is capable of some damage

And he gets quicker too since he has started using magic for it again

You want to be crushed by a huge cauldron? No? Thought so

It's also very messy

“Why is there a knife in your bag?” “Hm? There is one?”

Since he has started becoming more violent again he has started to cross lines he didn't cross before

A shiny bit of metal has me er hurt? Right?

Yeah tell that that one student who accidentally bumped into you

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

A peaceful one

Deuce wants to be the best person he can be

It's just sometimes a bit hard...

You know, keeping others away from you... accidentally breaking someone's leg

Surprisingly no one has found that one body yet

A family with you

Even if you can't have children I can see him wanting that warmth

So one day you might wake up just to see a kid sitting at the end of the bed all whilst shaking

“I found our child! Aren't they the cutest.”

Mhm Deuce went full kidnapper here

And since he is so delusional he really thinks that they are your child

Good luck

One where you can be uninterrupted

Deuce hates it when people are even breathing the same air as you

This has led to some not so pretty scenes

Don't ask about that red paint, its just from painting the roses

Mhm. Sure. “Paint”

One where he doesn't have to lie to you

Keeping you away from others is a bit hard and there is really no reason why you should stay away from people

Well, unless we take Deuces feelings into account

So he lies. Lies that everyone is after you. Lies that they are disgusted by your mere presence since you are from a different world

He is also very delusional here, after some time he believes that he is some sort of protector

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

What is special about his uh... “infatuation” is how much he is in denial

Despite him being definitely one of the more violent ones he doesn't think that he does this out of selfish goals

“This is all for them and their protection!” Yeah. No. Deuce, no.

He once had a blackout moment and when he woke up again there was a freshly covered hole in the middle of the woods

His ability to fool you unknowingly

Deuce truly believes that he is doing this for your good

And you know what is worse than a manipulative liar? One that actually believes their words

There is just no way of disproving them from their logic

Hang in there

I'm sure one day you can slip out... hopefully

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He isn't cruel physically, “just” mentally

India is a shut-in, one on a completely different level than most

So he doesn't understand

Why do you need to go out? Everything you need is here

But he would never purposefully hurt you

Well, the only time would be if you ever were to escape but that is a different can of worms

Is overall very gentle but...

He rarely does something with you

Physically at least

The cameras are a different story

This of course adds to your own personal hell

It's already bad enough to be imprisoned here but also to be monitored every second? Not sure how good that is for your mental health...

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

One where you are never to leave him

Idia is very aware that his actions aren't the best if not to say horrid

But being with you is so addicting... give hi. More of your presence

You are his God and Idia is nothing more than a lonely soul hoping that his prayer might reach you

Which prayers? Prayers of your neverending love of course

A future in which you can also be happy

It's already bad for you but it's also not a walk in a flower field for him

Idia is very sensitive to the feelings of those around him

So is it that hard to believe that he wishes for you to be happy as well?

Now that I think about it, this might be more selfish than originally thought....

A future in which he can trust you without constantly watching you

Idia doesn't know what he would do if you were ever to escape

But there is that wish that maybe one day you would accept your situation

And maybe love him back? That would be a dream come true

A future in which he can finally forget the fire

Idia might have burned someone to the ground

But hey, what was he supposed to do?

They were about to tell you how much they adored you

And, well, his hair is pretty expressive, wouldn't you agree?

That doesn't mean he won't have nightmares from that

One day you might hold him whilst he sleeps, making him forget the pair of eyes staring back at him whilst flesh and bone melted into nothingness

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Neverending devotion

Idia grew up in a place where you were a literal God

So yeah, you might be able to imagine how he sees you

But when you ask him when he will finally let you go he will start to cower in front of you whilst clawing at the skin of your legs

Has he done something wrong? It's his fault, right? Of course it is! Y-you are bleeding! Oh what has he done??! He is worth of no-

Please hug him. No matter how much you hate him at that point just do it

Self-sacrifice

Idia wants nothing but a teeny tiny bit of your love

So when you tell him you want something he will find and get it

Even if it means not sleeping for an entire week he will do it

So unless it's something simple I wouldn't recommend ever telling him when you want something

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Once upon a dream

Silver often tells you that he dreamt of you once more

This man will spend every single hour of his existence at least thinking about you

And you can even tell that he is dreaming about you

If his occasional murmuring of your name doesn't give you the clue then that he hugs his pillow close to him, clutching it, almost ripping it

Just how he forces his hugs onto you

Giving you always his attention

Lilia wants something? That can wait

Right now he has you in his arms

It's already hard enough to keep himself awake with how warm you are but once that phase of you fighting against him has passed you even pat his back sometimes

And that is not all

You just need to call out the three first letters of his name and he is there

It's almost like he is always watching you

Acts of service

“Aww how cute!” No.

I mean yes if this was a normal relationship

But here you two are, him having literally kidnapped you

But if there is something he can do he will do it

You are hungry? There is an entire four courses meal prepared

You are tired? No need to worry. Not only does he understand how you feel right now but also will carry you to bed and tuck you in

And this is where the creepy part starts

You may think “He just prepares some food and carries you”, right?

Wrong, when he carried you to bed for the first time he had even changed your clothing without asking you first

And when he cooks and you don't look like you are inhaling the food because of how good it is he will look like a kicked puppy

Boundaries just don't exist

If you tell him that something makes you uncomfortable though then he will stop it

Well, unless it's about the hugs and sharing warmth, there is no stopping him

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

In public

He lets you out? Uh... Somewhere between yes and no

Silver is aware of how much a human needs interaction with others

But when you are outside for your half an hour walk he is staring so intense that everyone is avoiding you

He is more like a guard than a loving lover outside

But there is just no way he could let others come too close. What if they were to hurt you??!

You two holding hands? Yes but only so that you don't run off and so that the rope binding you to him isn't easy to spot

How cute you two are

In private

That glare? Mhm gone

But so are also the boundaries he had in public

Suddenly it's back to keeping you close

There just is no escape from him

Even if you had the keys to this house you would constantly be held by him, making it impossible to leave

Just tell him that he needs to wear thinner clothes. He can get pretty warm if they are too thick

Best comparison is eating too many sweets

His affection is the sweets but it's just so much sugar that it melts your teeth away

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Him not understanding lines that shouldn't be crossed

It's almost ironic

He understands that humans need certain things like interactions

But he seems to forget that you shouldnt force yourself on one

Its almost like he ignores some things

But that can't be, right?

His way of making you dependent on him

Silver willies certain spells and potions that make you dream of him

If you tell a person long enough that they feel a certain way they start to believe it

So you either have nerves of steel and hold on until another one of them snatches you away (Frollo could be a pretty good candidate for that with his little botanic talent) or you are a lost cause

“Once upon a dream”, huh...

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localsymp · 1 year ago

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‘New hashira’ Genmui shortfic💜💙

If you don’t like the ship(boyxboy) then DNI. Note: AU where Genya becomes a hashira? Btw if I got any info wrong please tell me!

Genya had just finished a mission in the dead of night, but it wasn’t your usual low-rank demon tonight. No, he encountered a lower moon. A part of the 12 kizuki. He managed to defeat it as it was lower moon 4, but he still got quite a lot of wounds on his body, that his strange ability couldn’t heal anymore, as his demon form has not long worn off. He was just stumbling around in the dead of night, trying to find his way to the Butterfly Mansion. The location of the mission was far from there, so he might encounter another demon if he wasn’t careful, which he really didn’t want, since he was really tired already.

The sun was rising thankfully and Genya could see the Butterfly Mansion in the near distance. He hadn’t met another demon that night, thankfully, but he was still quite tired. He finally got to the entrance, as the triplets already saw him and how wounded he was. They quickly took him to Shinobu, who bandaged him up. “Say, what demon have you encountered Genya-san?” She asks politely with curiosity as, she fixes him up, knowing these kind of wounds shouldn’t come from an unranked demon. “Ah, well I met the lower moon 4. It wasn’t the easiest but I did it.” He says, tiredness in his voice. “My, my, doesn’t that mean, you’ll become a hashira? You should report this to the Master, don’t you think?” She asks in a kind tone, slightly excited about a new co-worker. “Well, I’m planning to, after I get a bit of rest of course.” He says as the doctor in the room nods along, and is finished with treating him.

It has been quite some time after Genya was fixed up, and he has sent a letter to the Master, just waiting for the reply. He hears a knock on the door of his room, wondering who it could be. “Come in.” He says, as he watches a familiar black and teal haired boy step into the room. “I heard you came back from your mission, and just wanted to spend time with you if that’s fine.” Mui says kindly with a slight smile on his face. “Of course. I’m just resting, and waiting for a reply from Master.” He says as he lets out a sigh, as he sees his lover sit down next to him close. “Hm, why? Did something happen on the mission?” Muichiro asked curiously, as he got pulled onto the taller boy’s lap and feeling arms around his small body. “Mhm. I encountered lower moon 4 and I’ll probably be a hashira.” He said as he rested his chin on his partner’s head. Something about what Genya said made Muichiro excited. He didn’t quite know what, but he knew something did. “Well that’s great! Congrats Genya! I can’t wait to see you in your new uniform.” The smaller one said, excitement filling his voice, as he hears a hum as response. Genya lays down gently pulling Mui down with him. Muichiro lays on his lover’s chest, getting relaxed.

“Let’s just rest for now okay? I’m really tired.” Genya said as he held a tighter grip on the smaller boy. Mui nodded, as he got more comfortable, and both of them closed their eyes, drifting to sleep, only to probably dream together.

Note: I am so sorry for not posting a lot I’ve just been busy with other things and genmuiweek. I hope you enjoyed and can wait perhaps.

#genmui #genmui is so lovey dovey #kny genya #kny muichiro #genya shinazugawa #muichiro tokito

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monsterhigh-cb · 2 years ago

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Felix: Hi everyone! My concert got canceled due to bad thunderstorms later today *grabs your hand* let's go! We're going to go look at what at everyone is doing before the storm!

Felix: first is Hongjoong!... Joongie?

Hongjoong: *waves* hi lixie!

Felix: what are you out? It's chilly out here

Hongjoong: *holds up a blanket* I have some blankets! I'm waiting to get electrocuted by lightning!

Felix: *hugs him* have fun with that!

Felix: next we are going to find Yeonjunnie.. where is he?

Yeonjun: *peaks out* I'm here!

Felix: oooo snacks- you make a pillow fort?

Yeonjun: mhm! I'm hiding out in here and watching movies until the rain pasts

Felix: that sounds cozy! *waves* ill come back later I'm saying hi to everyone!

Yeonjun: *waves* by lix!

Felix: Tae and Jae! Hel-

Taehyung: *huffs and crosses his arms*

Jaehyun: Felixie! Look what I did to his hair! *laughs and points at Tae*

Taehyung: *growls* I was asleep for 5 minutes-

Felix: you look cute with pink hair and space buns!

Taehyung: no I don't *growls*

Felix: *squeaks and runs off*

Felix: and now we are saying hi to the prince!

Hyunjin: *putting on makeup* hm? Hi lixie~

Felix: Hi jinnie! *hugs him* your makeup looks so nice

Hyunjin: thank you~ I'm trying different styles out during the storm. I want to get better with it

Felix: *kisses his cheek* you'll have to do mine later!

Hyunjin: will do~

Felix: hey channie- *screams*

Chan: *changing into a swimsuit* I- Lixie! *screams and covers himself*

Felix: I-i didn't know you were changing I'm sorry!

Chan: i-its okay- I'm getting ready to swim

Felix: I'll let you finish getting changed- have fun swiming!

Mark: *wrapped up in blankets*

Jaemin: Mark isn't a fan of the thunder. So I wrapped him up in blankets

Felix: *pouts* poor markie- *hands them chocolate* this always helps me when I'm nervous! What happened to you Yongie?

Taeyong: I fell up the steps-

Felix: i- how did you get that hurt?

Taeyong: ...I have no clue

Felix: and finally we are checking up on the ghosts! *giggles* jack seems to be cuddling with his plushie

Jackson: he's cute- *pouts*

Chaewon: *curled up in the blanket* we're watching Toy Story

Felix: oo that's a good movie!

That looks to be everyone! Thank you for joining me today <3

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ssentimentals · 17 days ago

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Hi again so quickly!!😅 i forgot to clarify 5+18 under the soft prompts!

hi amore! thank you for requesting 💜 hopefully you'll like it!

fluff prompts: 'i need to go but- one more kiss' 'i love your lips'. 'why don't you kiss them then?'

the thing about soonyoung that a lot of people find a bit annoying is his obvious love for pda. it used to make him sad at first with having to restrict himself and withdraw when all he wants is to smother another person with love, but then he understood that he can save all of his love for people who are you going to appreciate his affectionate and touchy-feely nature. like you, for example.

he sighs in satisfaction, when you hug him back just as tight, when you relish in his doting nature and show off your caring side. you two are standing in the middle of the sidewalk, which is not very convinient for other people, but soonyoung doesn't care about other people when you're in his arms, smelling all delicious and being all soft and cuddly. his lips pepper your hair with kisses before he moves down, on your forehead, on your nose, moves left and right to not miss your cheeks. your responding giggles make his heart melt.

'i love you,' he mumbles in between kisses. 'love your forehead, love your temples, love your nose, love your cheeks, love your lips-'

'why don't you kiss them then?' you interrupt, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. 'when will i get my 'have a good day at work' kiss, hm?'

soonyoung's heart grows tenfold at this. at your reassurance that you want this just as much as he does, that you are not embarrassed of him at all. he leans in and kisses you soundly, fully, grasping your face in his hands to not let you move or get away. not like you even planned to do so, judging by how you press closer, burying yourself deeper into him, his warmth. god, soonyoung loves you for this.

'i gotta go,' you whisper, leaning back. 'and you need to go too.'

'mhm.' soonyoung doesn't let you go, grinning. 'let's stay like that a bit more.'

some people are very loudly expressing their anger on you two blocking the passage, but soonyoung doesn't care. your smiling face is right in front of him, why would he even think of anything else?

'i need to go but - one more kiss,' you say, standing on tiptoes to press your lips on his. 'okay, that's it, i really gotta run.'

'that wasn't even a proper kiss,' soonyoung grumbles and receives one more peck from you.

'go!' you usher him to move, laughing when he just stays rooted, waiting for you to come inside the building. 'see you soon, babe!'

'i'll pick you up!' soonyoung shouts back, waving. 'i love you!'

you show him finger heart and rush back to the building, already late. his phone pings with 'i love you too!!' message from you in the next second and he grins widely. yeah, it's gonna be a good day.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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princessloverboy · 5 months ago

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When I saw your responses this morning I was smiling so much that the person in the room asked me what had me so happy/smiley XD

You're so amazing, kind, nice, and sweet,,, you are so patient with me even though I'm asking so many questions and being weird as hell... I appreciate you so much, thank you for existing.

What's your favorite weather? Do you like to go swimming? Ice skating? Roller skating? Biking? Do you like ice cream? If so, what's your favorite flavor? Opinion on the sun? Do you prefer night or day? Do you have a favorite constellation?

~ 🌌

awh ty lovey 😭💜 youre too nice

What's your favorite weather?

i have to say rain! i love the smell and dancing around in it... or fog :3

Do you like to go swimming?

mhms! i wasnt able to for. a while bc of my cuts but ive been clean for around three months now and went recently and it was so fun!

Ice skating? Roller skating? Biking?

i'd like to do all three a lot more, but its hard with my chronic knee pain :,) still funsies tho!

Do you like ice cream? If so, what's your favorite flavor?

(lactose intolerant) fuck yeah dude its so good 🗣️🗣️ MINT CHOCOLATE ON TOP

Opinion on the sun?

if i think abt it for too long i start crying /pos (i think)

but fr im terribly sensitive to heat so it sucks sometimes </3 but i love laying in the sun and napping

Do you prefer night or day?

hm... probably night

Do you have a favorite constellation?

andromeda :)

#ollie says things #asks #🌌 anon

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minminyoonjii · 1 year ago

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Hi um would you be willing to please make another part to the tentacle monster with jeongin and Seungmin this time? ❤️ (if I accidentally sent this twice I’m sorry it’s been glitchy and idk if the first one sent and I know you’re busy) I love your writing it’s so well done. ❤️

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

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🕯Summary:

Seungmin wanted to tease Jeongin into a pile of mush when slick pooled up to his ankles, holding him down.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.8K

Seungmin rolled back his shoulders, "What time is it?" he questioned, glancing at the clock in his room. He stood up, stretching his arms "Is anyone else home?" he mumbled, grabbing his phone. "Innie are you in there?" Seungmin asked, knocking on Jeongin's door. "Yeah, hyung," a muffled reply echoed through the door. Seungmin smiled, opening the door "What are you up to?" he asked, jumping onto Jeongin's bed.

"Just scrolling through videos, nothing much," he answered, looking back down on his phone. Seungmin hummed, crawling between Jeongin's legs. "What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at Seungmin with a raised eyebrow. Seungmin chuckled, "Don't mind me, I just want to lay my head on your stomach," he said, getting himself comfortable. Jeongin wrinkled his nose, running his fingers through Seungmin's hair.

"Thank you, Innie," Seungmin whispered, wrapping his arms around Jeongin's waist. "You look so tense, hyung," Jeongin whispered back, setting his phone aside to rub Seungmin's shoulders. "Mhm, I know," he replied, grunting and groaning. Jeongin's breath hitched, sitting up straight against his headboard. Seungmin grumbled at the sudden shift "What's wrong?" he asked, looking up at Jeongin's widened eyes.

"Nothing, nothing. It's nothing," Jeongin rambled, shutting his eyes. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows when he felt a twitch against his abdomen. "Don't say a word, hyung," Jeongin whispered, covering his eyes. Seungmin laid back on Jeongin's stomach "It's normal, Innie. You're alright," he said, unintentionally adding pressure on Jeongin's aching bulge. "Oh fuck," Jeongin moaned breathily, covering his mouth to hold it back.

Seungmin sat back up, drawing a low muffled whimper past Jeongin's palms "Do you need me to leave?" he asked, rubbing Jeongin's calves reassuringly. Jeongin shook his head, spreading his legs apart "Please, please. Help me, hyung," he hiccuped, staring up at Seungmin with half-lidded eyes. Seungmin nodded, hooking his fingers under the band of Jeongin's shorts "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, gently tugging them down.

Jeongin nodded, raising his hips. "Words, baby," Seungmin said, rubbing Jeongin's bare stomach. "Yes, please, yes, hyung," he babbled, digging his nails into the sheets. Seungmin removed Jeongin's shorts, "I got you, baby. Hyung's got you," he said, tossing Jeongin's shorts in the laundry basket. Jeongin whimpered, cock throbbing on his stomach. Seungmin cooed, "You look so cute, baby. Such a pretty. Needy. Cock," he said, wrapping his hand around Jeongin's dick.

"Thank you, hyung," Jeongin slurred, tossing his head back as Seungmin pressed his thumb between his leaking slit. "That's it, sweet boy. Just relax for hyung, hm? Hyung will take care of you," Seungmin praised, pumping his hand up and down Jeongin's slicking cock. Jeongin keened, lips wobbling from the pleasure burning under his skin. Seungmin hummed, twisting his fist around Jeongin's pulsing cockhead.

Jeongin choked on a sob, bucking his hips into Seungmin's tightly wrapped palm. "Such a good boy, letting hyung pamper you like this," Seungmin chuckled, pumping his wrist faster. Jeongin cried out a moan, digging his heels into the sheets as he arched his back. "Aww, baby. Is this too much? Is hyung's hand too good?" Seungmin smirked, leaning down to lick between Jeongin's dripping slit. "Hyung, hyung, hyung," Jeongin sobbed, running his hand through Seungmin's hair.

"Hyung's here, baby," Seungmin hummed, slowing down his pace. A pout formed on Jeongin's lips, his cheeks flushed, eyes blurry from tears brimming. Seungmin cooed, "You're absolutely adorable," he said, keeping his slow pace up and down Jeongin's aching cock. "Hyung's being mean," Jeongin sulked, glaring at Seungmin. "I know, baby. Hyung's the meanest isn't he," Seungmin replied, releasing his hold around Jeongin's cock.

A broken whimper escaped Jeongin's lips, riling Seungmin up further "Hyung's going to get some things, okay? Don't touch," he said, stepping down from the bed. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, stepping into black pooling slick "What the fuck," he mumbled, looking around the room. Jeongin noticed that Seungmin paused, "What's wrong, hyung?" he rasped, moving to the edge of the bed. "Jeongin, stay there," Seungmin said, stopping Jeongin from moving further.

Thin tendrils wrapped around Seungmin's calves, trailing up his legs. Jeongin's eyes widened as more tendrils crawl up the bed frame "Where is it coming from?" he asked, looking for the source. The closet shook and more tendrils escaped past its seams. The tendrils grew bigger, lifting Seungmin up "Oh shit," he yelped, hands moving to grab onto something. A tentacle moved under Seungmin's back holding him securely.

Jeongin hugged his knees in the middle of the bed as more black slickness drenched the sheets "Hyung," he sniffled, watching as a tendril waited in front of Jeongin's face. "Are you going to hurt us?" he asked, peeking from between his knees. The tendrils swayed from left to right indicating a 'No'. Jeongin grew more courage to raise his head, "What do you want then?" he asked, gently reaching out to touch the tendril.

Tentacles and tendrils alike wrapped themselves around Jeongin's appendages, holding him down. Jeongin gulped, cock growing harder from being pinned down. Seungmin's breath hitched staring down at the sight below him "Fuck, baby. You look so helpless," he rasped, squirming as the tentacles removed his clothing. Jeongin whimpered, embarrassment crawling under his skin from being displayed so bare "Hyung," he whined, wanting to cover his eyes but the tentacles held him tight.

Seungmin choked on a chuckle, slumping forward when a tentacle wrapped around his hardening cock "Fuck," he keened, his bangs covering his eyes. Jeongin moaned, slick covering every inch of his lower half. The tentacles vibrated under the warmth, probing Jeongin's clenching rim. "Please, fuck, oh fuck. Need something, need it, please," Jeongin begged, submitting himself to the tentacles' motions.

Seungmin groaned, pressing his nails into his palm as the thin tendrils tugged and pulled on his nipples "Don't tease," he grunted, gritting his teeth. The tentacles followed Seungmin's command, quickening their strokes around his cock. Jeongin felt himself losing composure, "Please fuck me, please," he sobbed, tears dripping freely. The tentacles pushed in slowly, working Jeongin's tight hole open.

"Yes, yes, thank you," Jeongin hiccuped, tugging on the tentacles around his limbs. The tentacle thrust with an affectionate pace, fucking Jeongin's rim slowly and deeply. Moans and whimpers split without any restraint "Ah, ah, Hgh!" Jeongin wailed out. The tentacle picked up its pace, thrusting itself with more vigour, hitting Jeongin's aching prostate. "Oh fuck, fuck, me," he sobbed, cock bouncing against his stomach untouched.

Seungmin whimpered, eyes locked on the bulge forming under Jeongin's skin with each drag of the tentacle within his rim "Fuck me, please," he rasped, chest heaving for air. Tentacles adjusted Seungmin's position effortlessly, thrusting slowly. Seungmin choked on a moan, eyes rolling back from the initial drag of the tentacle within his ass. Jeongin blinked past his tears, lips wobbling at the sight of his hyung being defiled in front of him.

The tentacles felt Jeongin's hole loosen, it pulled out of Jeongin's gapping rim. "Why?" Jeongin sniffled, feeling so empty. A thicker tentacle lined itself in front of Jeongin's hole, thrusting itself with one smooth push. Jeongin arched his back, head clouding with blurry haze. The tentacle picked up a relentless pace, aiming for Jeongin's swollen prostate with each thrust. A raw croak escaped Jeongin's lips "I'm going to cum!" he wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks, soaking the sheets further.

The tentacle kept its pace constant, pounding against the throbbing gland. "Ah!" Jeongin screamed out, his body writhing against the sheets. The tentacle fucked him through his orgasm, coaxing every last drop of his cum. Jeongin trembled, seeing stars cover his vision. The tentacle kept itself buried within his clenching walls, making sure Jeongin comes down from his high carefully.

Seungmin wasn't faring any better himself. The tentacle pounded at his prostate without a hitch, thrusting at a brutal pace. Drool dripped down his chin, precum pooling within the tendril's grip around his cock. "I-I fuck so cl-close," he stuttered, hips jerking as his orgasm grew closer to the edge. The tentacle plunges deeper within his hole, pressing right against his abused prostate "Fuck!" Seungmin strangled out, shutting his eyes tight.

His walls spasm and contracted around the tentacle, overstimulation burning from the last few thrusts. Seungmin panted, finding himself next to Jeongin's sex-dazed expression "Are you feeling alright?" he croaked, stroking Jeongin's cheek. "Ahm," Jeongin rasped, curling up under Seungmin's chin. The black mass pooled to the side of the bed, forming a humanoid figure. Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you?" he asked, too weak to move.

The monster lifted Seungmin up "A monster," it gargled, using its tentacles to turn on the water. Seungmin frowned, "Why would you call yourself that?" he asked, testing the temperature before allowing the monster to lay him in. It tilted its head, "I am one," it gargled, walking away to bring Jeongin. Seungmin opened his arms, holding Jeongin against his chest. "Do the others know of your existence?" Seungmin asked, lathering soap on Jeongin's slick-covered body.

"Yes," it answered blatantly before changing the slick-stained sheets to new ones. A sudden knock on the door stopped the monster in its tracks. Minho opened the door, eyes widened at the sight of the monster holding the fluid-stained sheets "Again? Really? Do you know how expensive sheets are these days?" Minho scolded, handing the monster the laundry basket. The monster hung its head, cleaning up.

"Hyung?" Seungmin called out, tightening his hold around Jeongin. Minho walked into the bathroom, running his fingers through Seungmin's hair "Are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, squirting shampoo on his palm. Seungmin nodded "What is that monster, hyung?" he asked, looking up at Minho. "Well, I can't confirm its origins but it lurks within our house," Minho explained, soaping up Jeongin's hair.

"Does it fuck anyone its sees?" Seungmin asked, rinsing off the soap. "Hm, there is a pattern. It comes out when someone is heavily aroused. The timing is unpredictable though, so there's that," Minho replied, wrapping Jeongin's sleeping body with a towel. The monster gurgled, gesturing to the bed. "Thank you for cleaning up," Minho said, setting Jeongin down on the clean sheets. The monster preened, kissing Minho's forehead.

Minho hummed, lifting Seungmin up "Cuddle up and rest, I'll wake you up before dinner," he said, tucking them in. "Okay," Seungmin grumbled, letting his exhaustion take over. The monster kissed their forehead, "Rest," it gargled, patting their bodies. Minho crossed his arms, "You need to make yourself known to Changbinnie and Hannie. Six out of Eight is enough don't you think?" he said, looking at the monster.

"Yes," it gargled, leaning down for Minho to pat its head. Minho chuckled, "Good. Let's leave these boys to sleep," he whispered, watching the monster slip into the darkness of the room. Minho left the door slightly agape before he left, letting some light in. Soft snores echoed within the room. The monster watched over them, lurking within every crevice.

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