#ugh and then she was like 'well now ive got to check it out'

[lovecatsys]

my boss asked me what movies i was into at work today and I was like trying to figure out how to describe the specific genre of movie im into without saying gay/queer etc. she asked for an example of a movie she might know and i said Rocky Horror. and she said "oh ive never seen it, so horror movies?"

[moeblob]

Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."

[ivrousae]

✧ S.HB Bilingual SMAU snippet!

Where in a junior architecture major got together with her senior who’s also the leader of one of the organizations in campus, Sung Hanbin, or who she likes to call “kak abin” !

- languages: bahasa indonesia & english

- pairings: sung hanbin x fem!o.c

- featuring: Liz & Rei IVE, Gunwook ZB1

- warnings: cursing in b.indo, the personality i gave Liz IVE in this story DOES NOOOTTT apply to her actual personality irl AT ALL, i love her guys, she’s my ive bias, it’s all for the story😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻

- a/n: this is still beta, so anything can change because it’s bilingual, just tell me if you want some things to change or if you have any requests❤️❤️❤️

- find the english chat translations at: @mioujon !! (SUPPORT HER GUYS)

( english version of the chat )

After Hanbin went downstairs to the meeting room, he saw Liz and Rei talking to Gunwook, when they saw Hanbin approaching, Liz walked closer to him, “Bin, look! Prop kita buat besok di jatohin cewe kamu” ( “Bin, look! Your girlfriend broke the prop for tomorrow” ) She pouted, trying to get Hanbin’s attention “Ga mungkin, aluna dari tadi di perpus” ( “No way, aluna has been in the library the whole time” ) “Ya aluna rusakin nya kemaren kali, dia doang yang masuk ruang meeting” ( “Well maybe aluna broke it yesterday, she’s the only one who came in here” ) “Dia masuk kesini karena aku suruh ambilin handphone, dia ga bakal berani nyentuh prop, Liz.” ( “She only came in here because i told her to take my phone, she wont be brave enough to even touch the props, Liz.” ) “Just because she’s your girlfriend, you don’t have to defend her like that” She scoffed.

“I heard my name, did I do something?” Aluna asked when she entered the door “Hello? knock?” Liz rolled her eyes “Lo kenapa sih?” ( “Dude what’s wrong with you?” ) Gunwook whispered, gently pushing her shoulders, Hanbin glanced at Liz, but his eyes quickly softens when he looked at Aluna, “Did you break a prop?” he asked nicely “Huh? Which prop?” Aluna asked confusedly, “Aduh jujur aja sih, kemaren kamu ga sengaja ngerusak prop event kita kan?” ( “Ugh just be honest, You accidentally broke a prop for our event yesterday right?” ) Liz said to Aluna, trying to make Aluna cover up her mistake.

Gunwook saw Liz coming out of the meeting room all panicked yesterday, and he came inside to check the room and saw that she have broke the prop, but she’s putting the blame on Aluna now. Being the good friend he is, Gunwook told Hanbin about what happened the other day, giving him a clear explanation of the truth.

“Oh..Iya, itu aku ga sengaja rusakin” ( “Oh..yeah, I accidentaly broke that” ) Aluna spoke out hesitantly, Liz have always been like this towards Aluna, the reason being that she has a crush on Hanbin like all the other girls in campus, and she thinks that she deserves Hanbin more than a stupid junior, meanwhile Aluna has never been the brave type, especially towards her seniors, meaning that she’ll take the blame when it comes to these situations. “Tuh kan, udah dibilang!” ( “See, I told you!” ) Liz scoffed, showing a satisfied expression, “I’m sorry, I’ll make up for it” Aluna sighed, Hanbin could only look at her, it hurts him to see his girlfriend being like this, “Yaudah aku pulang duluan ya? Besok aku gantiin kok kak” ( “I’ll be heading home then? I’ll make up for it, It’ll be done by tomorrow” ) Aluna forced out a smile before giving a bow to Liz and the others, walking out the room to go downstairs.

Hanbin sighed at Liz, chasing his girlfriend out the room, “Aluna, kamu harusnya jangan mau disalahin terus” ( “Aluna, you shouldn’t take the blame all the time” ) “Gapapa kok kak, daripada tambah ribet” ( “It’s fine, just get it over with” ) Aluna replied “Aku aja yang nganterin, udah gelap di luar, bahaya kalo kamu pulang sendiri” ( “I’ll take you home, It’s already dark outside, it’ll be dangerous if you go by yourself” ) “Udah gausah kak” ( “No it’s fine” ) “I’ll just order a cab” Aluna smiled, walking down the stairs, “Babe, be careful, yeah?” Hanbin spoke out “Iyaaa kak abinnnn” ( “Okayy hanbinnn” )

Hanbin aggressively opened the door of the meeting room, “Maksud lo nyalahin orang gitu buat apa ya?” ( “What was the purpose of you blaming things on others like that?” ) Hanbin shouted, “What do you mean?” Liz acted shocked, “Gausah pura pura goblok, kalo besok lo masih gabisa ngaku, gue bisa aja ngeluarin lo dari organisasi, ngerti ga?” ( “Don’t act stupid, if you still can’t admit that you’re wrong by tomorrow, I have the power to kick you out of this organization, understand?” ) Hanbin spoke out aggressively, showing a panicked expression on Liz’s face “Prop nya benerin sendiri, gausah nyuruh-nyuruh cewe gue ganti” ( “Fix the prop yourself, don’t ask my girlfriend to do it for you” ) Hanbin sighed, walking out of the meeting room before taking out his phone to text Aluna.

( english version of the chat )

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[kickasscentral]

tsum like tsum-sitter

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it was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, a nice breeze was blowing through the court yard, and a spoiled girl was running after her tsum.

"OI! GET BACK HERE!" the girl said, recklessly running through the halls trying to catchup. in the courtyard was Reese, a blonde haired boy who was just walking through until…

BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The same girl crashed into him, while the bean shaped creature ran into a tree. "ugh…" the both of them groaned in pain from the impact, two others ran beside them, one with an orange pompadour and one with wild strawberry blonde hair.

"Pft- hahaha! that was the funniest thing I've seen all day!" the one with wild hair exclaimed. "augh… buzz off Malady…" the black haired girl said. "Reese! Kiki! are you alright" Said the one with the pompadour. "oh yeah! we're fine Kingsley!" Reese said, smiling seemingly unaffected by the impact "speak for yourself" said Kiki, who was rubbing the back of her neck in pain. "hey, how come you were running through the halls?" Malady said, eyes wandering elsewhere as if he was bored. "yeah! you know thats not allowed, right??" Kingsley stated as he turned his head in confusion.

"well yeah, of course I do dummy" Kiki paused "the only reason why I was running was because of… THAT!" she pointed to the trees, everyone turned their heads to follow her finger, landing on small creature with an eerie resemblance to the girl, just as it threw an apple at Kingsley's head.

"EEP!" Kingsley dodged out of the way, the apple landing directly in Malady's face. "HA!!!!! THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR LAUGHING AT MY MISFOURTUNE!" Kiki yelled, almost triumphantly, as Reese started giggling, Kingsley looking at Malady with concern. "augh… NOT FUNNY!" Malady said while stomping his foot and crossing his arms, pouting.

"got stuck with tsum-sitting, did you?" Reese asked, Kiki nodded her head, standing up. "yeah, that things been giving me trouble all day, and now its stolen my phone! the little brat…" She said while checking her nails, making sure they didn't get scuffed. "heh, sounds pretty familiar…" Malady said looking over at her "Hey! that things nothing like me!" Stomping her own foot, in a similar way to Malady. "Ok princess, Keep tellin yourself that" Malady said with sarcasm.

"Guys!" Kingsley exclaimed "we're gonna have to get it down…" looking up at the tree again, as the tsum seemed to be taking selfies. "hmm…" the group wondered, trying to find a way to get her down.

"OH!" Reese exclaimed "Ive got just the thing!" he said as he ran off. " Hey! wait!" said Kingsley, extremely worried about what he was about to do. "ugh, guess we'll have to wait here…" Kiki said while sitting on the floor again. "yeah…" Malady said "… you guys wanna play block battle on my holowrist?" he said, sitting down next to Kiki, showing his wristband which played a hologram of a game. "hell yeah I do!" said Kiki. "uh, sure!" said Kingsley, who sat next to both of them.

A few minutes later, the blonde hair boy returned with a box…

"Hey your back!" said Kingsley, standing up with the rest of the group "whatdya get?" he asked. "the thing that will get that tsum down!" Reese said, walking over, opening the box, everyone peering inside to reveal…

"UGH!!" Kiki recoiled back "WHY'D YOU BRING YOUR GROSS BUG HERE!"

"hey! Billy's not gross!" Reese defended. "who cares whos what, lets just get that thing outta the tree" Malady said, clearly sick of this.

"alright, operation Billy is a go!" Reese said, as the bug flew into the tree, a tsum rushing out soon after.

"HA, GOTCHA!!!" Kiki said as she catched the tsum, the creature itself trying to run away but failing as Billy flew back into the box. "thank you Billy!" Reese said as he closed the box.

the group let out a collective sigh, finally done with this ordeal as the sun set over the school.

"woah, we must of taken longer than I thought, we already gotta go back to our dorms." Kingsley looked over into the corridor that would lead them into the mirror room "alright, betta get goin then" Malady said, placing his arms behind his head already walking away. "wait up!!" Kiki said as she ran after him, Kingsley and Reese following suit.

[vhaemystheberserker]

UGH i will yap. i love yapping abt my ocs! to make it short, she’s a stark bastard whose got some weird infatuation and connection to the old gods and some freaky magic, and is rumoured to be dabbling in forbidden magic (necromancy or smth idk).

girlie is a greenseer, and she’s much like lyanna, brandon, and arya stark with her more wild nature. shes a bit freaky too so i obv had to give her a man who would match her freak anyways

shes just regarded as a weirdo bc she is. shes still in the works, but i took a LOTTT of inspiration from queen potema from the elder scrolls/skyrim as well! her name is asarra and ngl i WILL be writing a fic abt her bc i have free will and im back in my bloodraven craze. your bot and its plots rlly just gave me the general idea for a witchy asoiaf character and now that ive been playing skyrim again queen potema just kickstarted everything haha. its always weird talking abt my characters bc i never know how to describe them but ty for the opportunity bc godddd its fun haha

She sounds so cool! I will be reading that fic when it comes out 🙏 and if you drop any art of her, I'll 100% be checking it out aswell. I love OC's that are just little weirdos, when she's fully finished I would love to hear more about her! This also reminded me that I have some other OC's of my own to make into bots 🤔

And to anyone reading this, if you have asoiaf OC's you'd like to ramble about, I'd love to hear about them!

[msm-tsotmw]

4/22/20XX

Ugh… is this thing working? Oh, good. We, uh… we got into a storm a while earlier, then the boat turned over and now here we are, washed up on Galvana-knows-where. The books are still in the boat hatch, but I’m pretty sure it washed up somewhere else here…

Does That Mean We’re Stranded ?

Probably.

oh shit

Mondo , Watch Your Language !! I’m Sure Someone Will Find Us Soon , Plus We Can Make The Best Out Of This , Right ?

yea

youre probably right

Sprigg , Does Your Map Say Anything About Where We Are ?

Uhh…

(Sprigg checks their map and looks for anything that closely resembles anything near where they washed up. Toorie swats a floating eyeball away from her.)

Psychic Island, apparently.

wait huh

Oh , My Sister Eyevee Lives Here !

She does?

Yep , They Do ! This Beach Is Where It Usually Goes For Meditation .

Do you think Eyevee’s meditating right now?

Uhmmm … Yeah ! Just Follow Some Scent Trail That Smells Like Burning Fire Fern Leaves .

why in the fuck would your sister burn fire fern leaves

I Don’t Know , Her “Spuhritchoowull” Stuff Maybe .

We should probably follow that trail, then. Maybe they know where to go…

(The trio follows the scent of burning Fire Ferns, leading them to some green paisley-colored tent with tie-dye accents near a rock by the seaside.)

I’ll Go And Check If It’s In !

(Toorie peeks inside the tent, spotting Eyevee the Rooba meditating with their hair tied up in the messiest bun to ever exist. She has a bracelet similar to Toorie’s, and has VERY heavy eyeliner with a leaf necklace.)

Hello ? Eyevee ? It’s Me , Toorie !

huh

oh heyyyyy sis it’s you !!

howdja get here on the psychic shore

Ummm , Long Story Short , My Friends And I Were Trying To Get To Light Island , But We Got Into A Storm And Now Here We Are . We’re Trying To Find Our Boat So We Can Go Continue Our Trip .

hmmmmmmmm …

i think ive seen a boat wash up near the psychic flag , want me to lead you there ?

Sure !

alr come with me

(Eyevee leads Toorie out of the tent, and stumbles upon Mondo and Sprigg.)

are these the friends youre talking about ?

Yeah ! Sprigg And Mondo , This Is Eyevee . Eyevee , This Is Sprigg And Mondo ! Eyevee Will Be Leading Us To Wherever The Spurrit Of Adventure Washed Up .

sup

…You’re letting THEM lead us to the boat?!

Mhm !

is there anything wrong w that

…

(Sprigg glares at Eyevee, cringing at all of the eyeliner and jewelry and shit. It’s like the Human World in the 1970s BARFED all over her.)

…Okay, 1970s time capsule.

hey , this fashion is still alive and well today and you know that damn well .

Okay , You Two , Please Don’t Argue !! We Need To Find Our Boat .

yea we gotta go somewhere

…Fine, but as long as-

ASHUSHUSHUSHUSHUSH !

Eyevee , Please Lead The Way !

k then

(The trio, including Eyevee, start their stroll to the Spurrit of Adventure.)

anyways , did you know that there’s a certain type of crystal that can help ya find your way somewhere easier ?

UUUUUUUUUGH.

what is it

i wanna hear abt it

(MONDO-)

the vegidian crystal , its usually found around plant island . it also helps with healing and health , as well as mindfulness .

Shut-

no you sprigg

I don’t wanna hear any of this “healing crystal” bullsh-

Please Stop Arguing ! It’ll Slow Us Down . Eyevee , I’m Not Mad , I Think It’s Best That You Stop Talking .

ok , lets go find that boat then

(The trio and Eyevee continue walking, and eventually find the Spurrit of Adventure washed up on the shore, unharmed.)

Oh. There it is.

Thank You Very Much , Eyevee !

no problemo !!

what happens when you burn a fire fern

Mondo, shut the f-

stories say that if you burn a fire fern , it will melt your worries away . helps a lot with meditating , but it leaves you kind of itchy , haha !

alr then

thanks for helping us

anytime !

(Sprigg , Aren’t You Going To Thank Them ?)

(What?! Thank THEM?! I-)

(They Helped Us Find Our Boat , Why Don’t You Go And Thank Them ?)

(I-) *sigh*

Thanks, Eyevee.

yer welcome ! i gotta go back to meditating now , see ya !

(Eyevee leaves the trio with the Spurrit of Adventure, with Sprigg already pushing it off of the shore.)

Hey , Wait For Us !

yea you gonna leave without us

Just hurry up already, we need those glyphs decoded.

(Mondo and Toorie quickly get on the boat, and continue sailing to Light Island.)

[squid-ink-symphony]

im really liking story mode and splatoon 2 in general so far, and i just got to the 4th area, so here are some random thoughts i have on it in no particular order.

I rlly like that Marie is basically the only other character here. I may be biased cuz she's my second fav character (shiver is number one ofc) but i just rlly like her commentary. But not have Callie here to also say random stuff is kinda sad..... Like at first i was like yessss lets go only Marie(no offense, i love callie). But i miss her :(

I may be one of the few sheldon enjoyers as someone who actually likes reading all his dialogue, so i appreciate him also being here.

THIS IS HARD. I know i suck at video games... but some of these levels just feel so LONG. And making me fight enemy octolings with a charger is evil. Anyway yeah i need some easier levels spread out between these like splat 3 had. Cuz this is..... not good. I have to keep taking breaks cuz the long levels do be mentally taxing. Like hello this is funny squid game i cant be bad at smth intended for kids. I havent straight up failed a level yet but ive come close.

Hello?????? The ruins of ark whatever its called salmon run map is so cool????? Why dont we have this in splat 3 yet. Its so fun.

speaking of salmon run, not being able to throw eggs or have the movement of splat 3 is so cursed. like, what do u mean thats not a thing????

Yeah the not being able to do the lil charge thing up wallls is so unsatistfying.....

I had to play as a guy cuz i wanted my splat 3 hair. (the ponytail) which i dont usually care about in games, but the girl inklings have cuter voices.... Oh well i am a dude now lol. Luckily gender is a game to me so i dont actually care other than the voice difference

Pearl and Marina my beloveds.... HOW COME WE DONT DONT GET STAGE SPECIFIC DIALOUGE IN SPLAT 3????? not only do deep cut not get many chances to speak in story mode they also have repetitive news segments...... so sad.. its ok i still love them. But yeah i love these funny creechurs. why are they like that. they say so many insane things. pearl and marina are so funky :D

Forcing me to use the hero charger for certain levels is so evil and messed up. I only like dualies, rollers, and sometimes brella. They cant do this to me.. I cannot aim....

As with splat 3 i am enamored with the backgrounds in the story mode levels themselves. i love just wasting like 5 mins just staring at them. I want to make literally any of them my desktop background but idk how to get a good pic of them.... man especially the upside down city looking one in 3. its so pretty and just UGH ITS SO GOOOD/

I am so poor..... what do u mean clothes cost money/?? i have to play the game??? all i want is to dress up my funny lil squid... i need a splatoon spinoff that is just a casual game thats like a dress up/room decoration game. maybe w like a cooking minigame too. thats ideal. like animal crossing or smth but squids. Shooting ppl is stressful.... (dont ask me why i play splatoon if i dont like combat cuz its scary. i couldnt tell u)

WHY ARE ALL THE INK COLORS IN THIS GAME SO MUCH PRETTIER THAN THE SPLAT 3 ONES???? ITS NOT FAIR. Some of these blue's are so pretty... i want...

none of the multiplayer maps have rlly stuck out to me in any way. Like they all just kinda feel the same lol. I think like maybe one or two i thought were cool? but idk the names. i def like the aesthetic of a lot of them.

I wanna just try all the weapons and specials but noooooo i gotta level up. just gimme everything ok

i also wanna explore the stages but as far as i know there isnt recon. I was just gonna do a private battle but turns out u cant do those w one person. And i was so excited cuz there were splatfest stages availbe too...... so sad i just wanna check out the maps but idk how to/if i can do that.....

the amount of times ive fallen off the map in the main level select area of story mode is more than i can count. its not even funny at this point

I also just cannot find some of the scrolls/sardines in some levels despite playing them mulitiple times. Not to just expose myself as incompetent over and over today, but i am 100% gonna need to look up a guide cuz i do not have the patience for this.

Also the rhythm game is surprisingly one of my fav things so far??? Like i am having the most fun ever with this thing. I want it in splat 3 so bad w all the new songs. Its actually just so fun. Like idk maybe better than story mode somehow. Maybe i just have my priorities wrong tho lol

Anyway yeah tats all i have 2 say for now... I think. idk im having fun w the game so yeah

[fizzyphan]

helllooo

by now u must've already had ur audition so how did it go!! did u get the part of adelaide? are u excited 👀 i loveee the name adelaide it's so pretty. ooh and i shall check out guys and dolls when i have some free time soon. and how was the christmas party, did u have good food and some games?

hehe thank u 💗 i'm not gonna lie getting second prize at a game i've never played before has definitely given me an ego boost im gonna walk around claiming i'm a pro at bowling 😬

ooh which songs were ur top three last year and on the same note which ones were ur top three this year? i surprisingly liked my wrapped this year because it was more or less what i expected but i am aware that this year spotify messed up pretty bad. i feel like being a 1d girlie never goes away it's just something that hits u out of nowhere. and oh my god noah kahan!! actually seed was the one who introduced me to him and i have been insane about him ever since. i know it's a hard question but which noah song is ur favourite?

ooh that sounds amazing! i'm so glad u enjoyed txt's concerts. i have a friend who's a kpop fan and they were telling me about how hard it is to get tickets for kpop artists in uk/eu/usa because they sell out very quickly. as for my concert stories, so no one really comes to my home country and so when i went to the uk i literally went to as many shows as i could afford to 🫣 but my favourite concert was actually 5sos, niall coming second to them. i actually bought an extremely last minute ticket for 5sos and i got it for ridiculously cheap but god they're so much fun live! but i think love on tour 23 will always be a fond memory for me, it was like a pocket in time and i'll always miss it!

my week has been good so far, got a major part of my work done, got a box of chocolates from a sweet colleague. what about u, how was ur week? have u done all of ur christmas shopping or do u still need to run some last minute errands?

- s

heyy!! my audition ended a bit ago but unfortunately i didn't actually get to sing or dance because we didnt have enough people sign up to start auditions for that specific show, we've moved them to the beginning of rehearsals in January, so kinda bummed but at least i got to watch amazing auditions for other shows at my theatre today before the party!

we did have good pizza and sang a song from Les Miserables at our party, we also did a gift exchange and i got a hot coco + coffee + mug set!

i relate with the bowling ego! i won a game of mini golf awhile back and felt like a pro golfer loll

last year my top three songs were all 5sos, 1 was voodoo doll, 2 was lost in reality, and 3 was heart break girl! this year my top three were Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow kitten surprise, Its called: freefall by Rainbow kitten surprise and Stick season by noah kahan! although, Northern Attitude is probably my favorite Noah kahan song!

yes txt was so amazing! it is difficult to get tickets tho lol! most people stay up with the page refreshing to get first pick!

ugh 5sos sounds so fun!! my sister went to a one direction concert when she was younger with 5sos as the opener! and niall wow that sounds amazing!!!

my week has been pretty good! ive gotten all my sisters presents and some of my brothers, still working on the rest though, although i did get one of my theatre friends a couple gifts today so im excited to send them to her! me and my mom and sister will finish our Christmas shopping in the next couple days! I actually love christmas shopping, especially getting a coffee or something beforehand to shop with hehe

hope youre doing well!! im so happy to have you to talk to! ❣️

[just-some-random-blogger]

I'm not the same person I was one fic ago

Edit: this is extremely long (like twice the length of your fic probably 💀) and unhinged and 75% incoherent but know I mean it all with love

FIRST OF ALL WHEN I STARTED READING THE FIRST LINES I WAS LIKE DAMN THIS IS GOOD then my eyes skimmed back into the a/n and I was like well fuck little to no dialogue 😔😔😔⚰️💀 my brain do be shutting off sometimes when I read little dialogue. Idk it be like that, that's why when I write I'm dialogue heavy (most of the time)

I DIGRESS MY POINT IS

IM NOT THE SAME PERSON I WAS ONE FIC AGO

This is a long ass reblog AND HONESTLY YEAH I DO THINK I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR REQUOTING YOUR ENTIRE FUCKING FIC BACK TO YOU BECAUSE

DAMN

I haven't felt a rush like this in so long.WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE YOU KNOW?! WHY KILL YOURSELF WHEN YOU CAN READ DAEMON FANFICTION ON TUMBLR FOR FREE

✨✨✨✨✨Free real estate✨✨✨✨✨

ig a minute sorry for the shit spamming reblog but you must know I do this out of love because I'm an unemployed fresh grad with no spare change and this is the only way I could ever pay you. I'd give you my hair if you asked I'd go bald for you

Ok this is getting weird

Did I say I really like this already? Idk I'm too lazy to go back and check also if my words/sentences are incoherent 😬 thank you for dealing with it because I will not be going back to check if I spelled and typed everything correctly we die like women

OK WAIT I GOT DISTRACTED I MEANT TO PREFACE THIS BY SAYING I DONT LIKE LIGHT DIALOGUE ON FICS COS IDK SOMETIMES MY BRAIN IS LIKE ENOUGH BACKGROUND GIMME THE ACTION but that's not what happened at all THE CHEMICALS IN MY BRAIN ARE SO ALIVE AND HAPPY WOW NOW I KNOW WHY IVE BEEN SO SAD LATELY ITS BECAUSE I HAVEN'T BEEN READING FICS

Idk it felt daunting and scary to do so ??? And tiring and I almost didn't read this because of that IDK MY BRAIN WAS LIKE DONT DO IT IT WONT BE FUN JUST GO TO A TRIED AND TESTED SOURCE BUT DAMN YOU DA SOURCE MY DEAR I AM A DESERT AND YOU ARE MY OASIS

Maybeeeeeeeeee you're gonna be the one that saves meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhh

Ok that was a long enough preface, in coming my live (not so live) reaction

Being coached through your wedding vows is not a good omen for your marriage. At least, that is what your husband must think, by the thunderous look on his face. You fight the urge to scream at him that you have practiced for this moment and that you do not need to be coached through the vows. It would be no use. The two of you do not understand each other.

INSANE. AN INSANE OPENING.

Ok another sidenote, im on mobile and I can only add 10 pics 😔😔😔🤚 smh so I would add more mem reactions for you to vividly understand what and how I'm reacting but

🤚IN🤚SANE💅😩😖 literally just the first line, the first sentence.

WHAT SHE SAID WHATTTT 💥💥🎉🎉🤯🤯🤯🤯 THATS SOME BIG BRAIN LEVEL OPENINGS. SUCH A STRONG OPENING DAFAQ 😒 PACK IT UP EINSTEIN LEAVE SAME BRAIN CELLS FOR THE REST OF US. LIKE HUHHHHHH????????

JUST AGAIN THE OASIS TO MY DESERT UGH (you probably don't care but I used this analogy in one of my Kylo Ren fics and 😗☕👌 I ate that up tbh. I miss her. I miss her, who could write 11k shit fics of her favs 😔) IDK IDK JUST RANT I RANT A LOT IN MY FIC REBLOGS BECAUSE 💅💅💅💅 I HAVE NO FRIENDS LMAO AHHAAHHAHAHHA

🤬🤬🤬get used to it because you can't get rid of me.......... lol

Everything is strange to you in Westeros, from the language to the wedding ceremony. They make you cut your lips and hand, in a procedure you do not enjoy. Your husband does the same. Your blood flows into a goblet, from which you will have to drink later on.

NO CUZ THIS HADME SCREAAMMINNGGG HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHH SHE REALLY SAID 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 GET IT I GUESS WESTERNERS 🤮 DAFAQ

It's barbaric. You suppose it must symbolize the joining of bloodlines in the crudest way.

White people

At least Daemon kisses you at the end, a cold brush of his lips against yours that tells you he is still mad. He had probably felt betrayed, being forced into this arrangement you entered willingly.

RAHHH I DONT EVEN REMEMBER WHAT MY REACTION WAS TO THIS BUT IM WILLING TO BET IT WAS KICKING MY LEGS SCREAMING BLUSHING LIKE A CLOWN

If you had known he was that petty, you would have not shown your hand so fast. Your father had wanted dragons, which meant becoming part of House Targaryen. Daemon was the only one available for you to ensnare in your web.

RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GIRL BOSS SLAYYYY GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS SLAYYY HER FATHER ATE ok tbh I don't remember my live reaction to this either but something to do with her father. Im pretty sure at this point you had my soul in your hands I was like this kid is great at writing (and I don't mean that in a oh I'm definitely older than you or condescending way but in like a memey 'hey this guy is good' way)

Daemon had lifted his eyes from the scroll he was reading, annoyed. He had a handsome face, decorated with age lines that only served to make him look more regal. He looked more the part of the King than his brother, a decaying corpse that you had heard had also acquired his own nubile bride.

NOW I KNOW EXACTLY HOW I REACTED TO THIS. I WAS GIGGLING AND FROTHING INT HE MOUTH OVER HIS AGE LINES COS YEAH YEAH OK IM A LIL BITCH FOR IT HUH WHAT ABOUT IT SUE ME. In fact I was so distracted by it I didn't even realize there was a mention of viserys in this 💀💀💀💀🤚🤚🤚 HAAHHAHAAHAHAHHAH WE LOVE ME SOME GOOD OL ROTTING VISERYS SLANDERHAHHAHAAH IDK EVERYTIME ITS MENTIONED ITS JUST SO FUNNY TO ME LIKE I LOVE TO SEE IT HAHAAHHA

Daemon had spoken then. His words were much harsher than those of the language you were used to, lacking the airy song of the languages similar to the one from the Rhoynar. You had not understood. You did not speak a lick of the Common Tongue.

AIRYYY LANGUAGE 😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I LOVE THAT DESCRIPTION. Made me think of elvish/silmarillion/Sindarin lol even though I only know the lotr movies. Also it's such a slay, so fresh and clean to have them not speak the same language. UghHHHH SUCH VIG BRAIN. Also I love the sound of rhoynar. Just the name. No idea what the language sounds like IN FACT I SPENT THE ENTIRE FIC TRYNA GUESS WHAT BONDABIL OR WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT B WORD WAS MEANT

“Daor.” He shook his head. “No.”

NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND RAHHHHHHHH

He got me fucked up when he started teaching her. AND NIT EVEN COMMON TONGUE. HIGH VALYRIAN. ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️ HIS presumably MOTHER TONGUE BITCH DAFAQ AITE IMMA HEAD OUT IT WAS ZO NICE KNOW ALL OF Y'ALL BYEEEE

Daemon did not oppose, nor encourage the match, but he was angry at you. Angry that you knew before him and tried to charm him into doing your bidding.

Bro mad that girls be winnin

Men like him, you learn, like to be the ones pulling the strings. They hate being treated like hounds, even if that is what they are.

GASLIGHT GATEKEEP GIRLBOSS RAHHHH. HER YES AND ERA (altho Ari be problematic) BUT SHE REALLY SAID 😒💅 ???? ITS TRUE???? 😗☕👌 WHAT ABOUT IT

You get no further lessons.

RAHHHHHH

JUST SO CONCISE. SO POWERFUL. AND DAEMON BE MAD AS FUCKKKK. SO PETTYYYYYY 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮 EWWWWWWWWW MENNNNNN

As a rich man, your father had known rich men only get richer at times of unrest. And unrest was coming for the Seven Kingdoms. He could smell it in the air, hear it in the whispers of the common folk. Princess Rhaenyra wasn’t going to inherit without issue.

No cuz the speed in which I thought 'oh to be sold of to-' I really had to stop myself. I really had to take a moment and call myself out for THE SPEED the feminism left my body. NAH BUT THEN I WAS LIKE NO FUCK THAT IN THIS ECOMONY?????? IN OUR YEAR OF THE LORD 2024? TO A PRINCE??????? NAH CUZ AT LEAST HER DAD SOLD HER TO A PRINCE 🤚🤚🤚 YEAH IMMA SAY IT OH TO BE SOLD OFF TO A PRINCE IN THIS ECONOMY 😩😩😩✨✨💀💀⚰️⚰️

Your children would get dragons. You would provide funds and as many children as you could, and House Targaryen the magic in their veins. Simple business transaction. But apparently, Daemon disagreed.

... I forgot again... But slay girlie get that dragon husband yipyip

Has he forgotten you do not speak his language? You step closer and poke his arm, hard.

This wasn't my honest reaction but 💀 Daemon kinda dumb for that. BUT YEAH MY HONEST REACTION IS STILL THE SAME WHY THE FUCK DID SHE POKE DAEMON HELLO????? IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A GOOD IDEA??? LIKE??? HELLO?? I GET HE WAS SCREAMING AT YOU BUT POKING???

Like you thought you ate with that?? Girl I get punching him, slapping him, SCREAMING BACK but poking????????

Ok your honor I've thought about it and I guess she didn't want to be violent cos hell yeah daemon would knock me out one punch man style but your honor in the moment it was just confusing and a really bad idea I stand by this GIRL

乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ u do I booo ok? I got it 😒☕👌

You are not a small woman. But you are young, and you do not train as much as he does. His looming over you feels menacing, and it reminds you once again of the fate his late wife was rumored to have suffered.

Rip lady rhea Royce, you would have loved women's suffrage

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Daemon is forcing you to walk backwards, pushing your forehead and nose with his. You either move, or get a broken nose and a concussion.

ARE WE ABOUT TO KISS RIGHT NOW

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO CUZ HE WAS LIKE 👹👹👹👹👹👹 IM SO SCARY IM GOING TO PRESS MY FACE REALLY CLOSE TO YOU yes yes irl it would be scary but 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋 he's such a dummy baby girl

ALSO 👀👀👀👀 TOWARDS RHE BED???

Yes I'm a depraved daemon slut spray me with water all you want HISS HISS

You look up at him. You give him your own little snarl. Daemon pauses. It's not the reaction he was expecting. He wanted you to cry. You would never give him the satisfaction.

RAHHHH OKAY THESE MIGHT BE OUT OF ORDER COS MY CLIPBOARD AND COPY PASTE DOESNT MALFUNTIONS SOMETIMES BUT RAHHHHHHHH YOU GO QUEEN CHEW HIS HEAD OFFF GRRR BARK BARK SHE LIKE ME FR I BARK AND SNARL TOO 😖😖😖😖👹👹👹

Daemon doesn't heed the warning. He starts tugging at the buttons of your bodice, tiny pearls sent flying all over the room. The gesture is as brutal as it is calculated. It is meant to remind you of your place, always under him from now on. Daemon has a right to your body, and he intends to exercise it as he sees fit. You are no more than an object, and if you cry or scream, it is not relevant.

UGHHHHH RAHHH BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK YOUR HONOR I DONT KNWO WHAG ELSE TO SAY ITS SO DAEMN ITS SO JUICY DELICIOUS HE CAN PUKK MY BUTTRONS OFF ANYTIME IM NOT EVEN SORRY IM JUST SPEKAING M TURHT

“Daor!” You say, firmly. You push him away. Whatever he anticipated, you giving him a fight wasn't something he was prepared for. It shows in the way he folds, stunned by your behavior. You give him hard little slaps to the chest, until you manage to get him off you.

NO CUZ QUEEN BEHAVIOR. I CANNTO TELL YOU HOW MANY TIMES I SLAPPED MYSELF IN THE FACE WHIEL I SQUEALED READING THROUGH THIS. IM PRETTY SURE I WAS KNEE DEEP IN DOING THAT BY THIS PART AND SHE REALLY ATE HIM UP WITH THIS. SHE DEVOURRRREDDDD SHEEEE LEFFTTTT HIM GAGGEDD LIKE BITCH YOU MEEANNNNN WHAT I SAID DAORRR 🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚 PUT A SOCK IN IT RAGGED RAT

Daemon's scowl turns more confused than angry. He looks at you as if you are a particularly challenging riddle to crack. He rightens his clothes and starts to retreat.

THE CROWD GOES WILDDDDDDDD I CANT BELIEVE IT AHE GIRLBOSSED HERSELF TO THE SUNNNN HES BACKIN UP WITH HIS TALE BETWEEN HIS LEGS 🗣️PACK🗣️🗣️IT🗣️UP🗣️ LIZARD🗣️MAN🗣️

He sits on the edge of it, still scowling. You giggle, making Daemon madder still. You look at him with what you hope is a seductive expression and pull your bodice down.

NOOOOO CUZZZZ GIGGGLIINGGG IS SUCH A POWER MOVE SHE WAS SO 😩😩😩😩 SO OP FOR THAT WHATTTTTT

Gagged

You can feel his breath against your neck, making you shiver. His face comes closer, and closer. Daemon stares into your eyes, lips slightly parted. You mirror his expression, feeling as if you are being consumed by your lust.

He arches an eyebrow. Never been one to shy away from a challenge, you brush his lower lip with his thumb. Daemon parts his lips and sucks it in his mouth.

It's me I'm the slut for lip swiping. Fuck. Fuck me. Please I begging you. I'm on my hands and knees. You rlly got daemon goin

And I respect that

The shock must have shown on your face because he laughs, giving your thumb a playful bite. You squirm, instinct overpowering modesty, and roll your hips against his.

LAUGHING DAEMON❓BITING DAEMON❓GAGGED READER❓HUSSY READER❓DEAD ME. AND THATS ON PERIOD

The two of you stare at each other. Closer, and closer, until his features blur, until two purple eyes turn into one. A dragon turned cyclops by the mere force of lust. There is hunger and want, and confusion. Both of you are so close that you are sharing the same air, the same breath. And Daemon pulls, and you are kissing, and you shake in his arms, feeling like how you think the gods must have felt when the cyclopes formed the lighting.

You are restless as he pets you, biting at your mouth, hands sinking in his hair. You tug him towards your neck, knowing his kisses, scorching hot, would burn even sweeter along your nape and ears.

I hate her (I wish that was me)

Daemon, though, has other plans. He pulls away and pecks you on the lips. “Vūjigon ” He says. He touches his mouth. “Vūjigon”

Your honor I creamed my pants. I WISH I COULD JUST DO VOICE RECORD BECAUSE NO AMOUNT IF TEXT COULD DO THE REACTIONS IM DOING ANY JUSTICE DAFAQ THIS GOT ME CURLING MY FINGERS CURLING MY TOES SCREAMING (silently cos it's the wee hour of the night and I can't be waking up the dead now)

“Vūjigon.” You perk up, and start kissing his shoulders. Your hands pull his shirt more open, letting you bite and lick more of his flesh. The urge to consume and be consumed is overpowering, making you desperate to touch him.

SO FUCKING ME

I WILL CONSUME HIM

He pets your hair.

What if this was my last straw

Daemon laughs. He pulls you upwards. Can't he see you are starving?

🥲STOP😭MAKING💔FUN😔OF😩ME😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 sroppp it I will cry at you kiss me right now 💔💔💔💔💔

“Daor.” He says, when you try to go back to it. You give him your fiercest pout. Daemon tuts at you.

BRAT TAME ME I DARE YOU FUCK YOU DAEMON I WILL WHINE I WILL TANTRUM SO HARD I FUCKING HATE YOU CODDLE ME RIGHT NOW I WILL CRYYYYY

He squeezes one of your breasts, making you moan, before cruelly twisting the bud. You gasp, your nails digging on his naked shoulders.

Ok

“Shhh.” Daemon soothes you, his hand going to squeeze your breast tenderly once more. “Daor?”

NO NO NIT DAOR NO NO PLEASE STOP IT I WILL CRY AT YOU

His other hand comes into your sight. Daemon makes a gesture, two fingers together, separating. You stare. He nuzzles you, his cheek against yours, before repeating it.

SISTER I KNOW IM REDUNDANT BUT IM GAGGED IM SO GAGGED NO CUZ I DOUBT HED GIVE A FUCK AND BE THIS THOUGHTFUL IF THEY SPOKE THE SAME LANGUAGE TBH HES JUST SO KDKSKJDJD FUCK OFF FUCK OFFF

Daemon rubs at your shoulders, soothingly. You understand you need to relax, and force your body to do so. He kisses you in reward, slow and sweet, coaxing you to him.

😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 finally some fucking food (kisses) I'd use the Gordon meme but I'm saving my meme reactions as I've mentioned

The sudden removal of your last layer makes you shiver a little. Your skin is wet from his previous ministrations and rapidly cooling. You plaster yourself to him, seeking warmth.

Me asf. 10/10 no notes.

He chuckles, grabbing your arse to move you slightly out of the way. You scowl, not sure why Daemon is doing so, until you realize he is taking off his breeches.

She's so me. Me 🤝 her. We are one exo (it a kpop meme ignore it if u don't know lol. Nah I'll explain just in case it's like their (kpop boy band 'EXO') tagline

Daemon smiles against your skin. He presses a finger inside you, and you squeal some more. He lets go of your breast to better gaze into your overwhelmed face, seemingly getting an enjoyment out of it.

HAHAHHAAHH NGL I GAGGED MYAELF WITH THIS MEME REACTION. THIS WASNT THE ONE I WAS THINKING OFF BUT YAH SAME. GOD BLESS DONNA. GOD BLESS MERYL

“Daor?” He asks you, one of his hands petting your cunt. It makes you shiver.

🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🤽‍♀️🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪YOU CHEEKY FUCKING BASTARD 😡😡😡😡😡 CLEARLY NOT THIS IS WHY MEN DONT DESERVE RIGHTS

“Vūjigon.” You demand, moving your hips just like he taught you. Daemon is too focused on aiding you bounce by thrusting upwards to pay attention to you. When he doesn't obey, you give a tug to his hair.

MEEEEEE ME AS FUCK ME ME ME HAIR PULLING YEARNING WANTING NEEDING DEMANDING I WANT HIM I LOVE HIM MOST ARDENTLY

He snarls at you. You snarl back. So he grabs your wrists and pushes sideways, and suddenly, you are under him and Daemon is still thrusting into you.

AND I OOP BUT IM NOT COMPLAINING JUST MAYBE A TINY KINDA

“Daor.” You rub at his back with your foot, gently. You hold him close, and nuzzle his neck, delighting in his scent. Never you had thought before you would enjoy the smell of sweat and some sort of aromatic oil, yet here you are. “Vūjigon.”

I wish I was her I wish I was her I wish I was her I wish I was her I wish I was her I wish I was her I 'm so jealous of her I'm fucking beefing with a bunch of lines fuck outta here

Daemon's expressions softens. He leans in and gives you a kiss. You make pleased, chirping noises, trying to show him that was precisely what you wanted.

Hey so I'm going to set myself on fire. Cool. Cool. I'm so normal. 100 percent no doubt no doubt

He complies, releasing your hands. You enthusiastically hug him. It helps you anchor yourself against the unrelenting waves of pleasure.

I love it here

You understood then why they called it a small death. You were sweating, squealing like a beast being gutted, thighs trembling under Daemon's hands. It was too much and too little, and you felt yourself reaching it, yearning for it.

😵wanna😵‍💫die😔so😖fucking😩bad🥲ha👹🤽‍♀️ha🔪

Daemon grinned at you. A fierce, proud expression, eyes crinkling in the corners. You pulled him into a kiss, and raked your nails down his back, feeling the skin yield like butter under your fingers. It spurred him on, and with a gasp and a bite to your shoulder, Daemon was shattering inside you.

He collapsed on top of you with a laugh. You smiled. Daemon pulled you to rest, back flush against his chest, and you understood each other better than those who spoke the same, common tongue, did.

I was not the same person I was one fic ago

Bestiary (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Your husband and you do not speak the same language. During your wedding night, you find out that High Valyrian and the Common Tongue pale when compared to the way your bodies allow you to communicate.

Warnings: Heavy smut, not much dialogue. P in V sex. First time.

A/N: Who would have thought the most enthusiastic consent I have ever written with Daemon would be in a fic with nearly no dialogue?

Being coached through your wedding vows is not a good omen for your marriage. At least, that is what your husband must think, by the thunderous look on his face. You fight the urge to scream at him that you have practiced for this moment and that you do not need to be coached through the vows. It would be no use. The two of you do not understand each other.

Everything is strange to you in Westeros, from the language to the wedding ceremony. They make you cut your lips and hand, in a procedure you do not enjoy. Your husband does the same. Your blood flows into a goblet, from which you will have to drink later on.

It's barbaric. You suppose it must symbolize the joining of bloodlines in the crudest way.

At least Daemon kisses you at the end, a cold brush of his lips against yours that tells you he is still mad. He had probably felt betrayed, being forced into this arrangement you entered willingly.

If you had known he was that petty, you would have not shown your hand so fast. Your father had wanted dragons, which meant becoming part of House Targaryen. Daemon was the only one available for you to ensnare in your web.

As any good hunter, you had watched your prey first, taking notes of his behavior. Only an afternoon was needed to understand you started the race with a disadvantage. His eyes followed Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaenys and her little daughter, but never lingered on other women.

While you might have lacked the silver hair, you did not lack the wits and charms necessary to be taken in consideration.

You had needed a few days to ready your song, but you had approached him not even a week later. He had been sitting in the library, so you had knocked on the table twice to draw his attention.

Daemon had lifted his eyes from the scroll he was reading, annoyed. He had a handsome face, decorated with age lines that only served to make him look more regal. He looked more the part of the King than his brother, a decaying corpse that you had heard had also acquired his own nubile bride.

Such was the fate of the daughters of powerful men. Sold to other powerful men, old enough to be their fathers, birthing them their own litter of sons and daughters. Sons that would grow up to become powerful men in their own right, daughters that would become pawns to establish dynasties. On and on it went.

Daemon had spoken then. His words were much harsher than those of the language you were used to, lacking the airy song of the languages similar to the one from the Rhoynar. You had not understood. You did not speak a lick of the Common Tongue.

No silver hair, no words, but plenty of resources. You had placed the book you had brought with you on the table, and looked at him.

His eyes had lit up with curiosity. He recognized the title. He spoke again, intrigued.

Despite his tone sounding much more auspicious, you had no other option than to shake your head and speak, with a tremulous voice.

“Bodmagho.” It's the only word you know, one that you have prepared especially for this. But just in case your pronunciation is not perfect, you open the book and mimic the gesture of passing the pages.

Daemon looks stunned. He says something else, still in the Common Tongue. You were able to tell from the intonation he was asking a question, but you didn't know what it was about.

“Bodmagho.” You repeated, stubbornly. You placed your book down and pointed to it.

Daemon sighed. He pointed to the chair. You sat, happy as a clam.

“Prince Daemon.” He pointed at himself. Then, to you. “Lady…?”

You told him your name. He nodded.

“Daor.” He shook his head. “No.”

You stared. He shook his head again. You understood that no, daor and shaking head meant the same.

“Daor. No.” You shook your head. Daemon squeezed your shoulder, a proud smile on his face.

Your father told you that afternoon that you were to be married to him. Just as you had made efforts to catch Daemon, your father had been setting his trap.

Daemon did not oppose, nor encourage the match, but he was angry at you. Angry that you knew before him and tried to charm him into doing your bidding.

Men like him, you learn, like to be the ones pulling the strings. They hate being treated like hounds, even if that is what they are.

You get no further lessons.

This is how you manage to get to your wedding feast only knowing two words. Teach and no. It makes you the most riveting company, and so, it's no wonder you are soon ushered into a chamber with your new husband.

You had not noticed before, but it is the first time you are alone with him since the morning at the library. To you, it had been a matter of no consequence. You had to marry a powerful man, one day. Your father decided it should be him because he wanted dragons. It was as simple as that.

As a rich man, your father had known rich men only get richer at times of unrest. And unrest was coming for the Seven Kingdoms. He could smell it in the air, hear it in the whispers of the common folk. Princess Rhaenyra wasn’t going to inherit without issue.

Your family moved here for that reason. An opportunity to get richer could not be dismissed. Your father had taken one look at the dragons and decided that they were the key to turning his legacy into an empire.

Giant war machines that could level castles in one afternoon. Raze a city to the ground in mere hours. Fire so hot it could melt stone. They could not be bought, you had to be a Targaryen to have them. It was only natural to turn into one, then.

Your children would get dragons. You would provide funds and as many children as you could, and House Targaryen the magic in their veins. Simple business transaction. But apparently, Daemon disagreed.

His face is thunderous. You can tell he is about to berate you. He starts talking, brows pinched together and an accusing finger pointed towards you.

Has he forgotten you do not speak his language? You step closer and poke his arm, hard.

It was the wrong choice. Daemon's face turns even more murderous. His lips twist into a snarl, teeth bared. His posture turns aggressive. He puffs up his chest, he advances on you. The Prince tries to intimidate you through his body language alone.

You are not a small woman. But you are young, and you do not train as much as he does. His looming over you feels menacing, and it reminds you once again of the fate his late wife was rumored to have suffered.

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Daemon is forcing you to walk backwards, pushing your forehead and nose with his. You either move, or get a broken nose and a concussion.

Daemon is terrifying. You will not cross him again, you think to yourself. Only a fool goes around poking dragons with a stick. You feel your palms starting to sweat, a knot forming in your throat. You fight the urge to cry.

The back of your knees hits the mattress, and you fall into the furs with a small noise of surprise. Your husband does not lose any time. He gets right into your face, trying to intimidate you even more.

But if you hope to survive this marriage, to make it work as your father has requested, you can't bend. Daemon will never respect you if you do. He will see you as no more than a frightened girl, who will not disagree with him and serve for little beyond warming his bed. You are not that. You will build an empire, a dynasty out of his dragons and your wealth. The only thing you can do is persevere or break trying.

Daemon scowls at you. He notices the change in your eyes, the fight coming back to you.

“Daor.” You say, staring him down with all your might. It doesn't matter if you are lying down, and he is hovering over you, pinning you under him. You will triumph.

Daemon doesn't heed the warning. He starts tugging at the buttons of your bodice, tiny pearls sent flying all over the room. The gesture is as brutal as it is calculated. It is meant to remind you of your place, always under him from now on. Daemon has a right to your body, and he intends to exercise it as he sees fit. You are no more than an object, and if you cry or scream, it is not relevant.

Despite knowing why he is doing it, you can't avoid grimacing. He looks more beast than a man, snarling over you, ripping your clothes. It's a sight that would scare any woman, no matter how cold.

You look up at him. You give him your own little snarl. Daemon pauses. It's not the reaction he was expecting. He wanted you to cry. You would never give him the satisfaction.

It's a balancing act. You will have to bring him to heel, but soothe his pride in the next act, less he turns on you. Push away a man too much, and he will think you are disrespecting him. He will call you names, thinking you are the problem. Daemon feels entitled to you. You need to show him he is not, but that you are giving yourself to him. He needs to value you. The treasure to his dragon.

“Daor!” You say, firmly. You push him away. Whatever he anticipated, you giving him a fight wasn't something he was prepared for. It shows in the way he folds, stunned by your behavior. You give him hard little slaps to the chest, until you manage to get him off you.

Daemon's scowl turns more confused than angry. He looks at you as if you are a particularly challenging riddle to crack. He rightens his clothes and starts to retreat.

“Daor.” You repeat, grabbing at his shirt to keep him in place. You do not want him to leave.

Daemon wretches free from your grip on his arm. He mutters something, angered.

“Daor.” You use his trick against him, stepping right into his path and forcing him to back off. You use your body to make him advance backwards, toward the bed.

He sits on the edge of it, still scowling. You giggle, making Daemon madder still. You look at him with what you hope is a seductive expression and pull your bodice down.

“Bodmagho?” You ask him, as your dress pools around your feet, leaving you in a sheer shift. Daemon's eyes darken. His expression changes into an amused smile, and he gestures for you to come to him.

You do. You step closer and get on his lap. His hands envelop your waist, warm and calloused.

Then, the unexpected. Daemon grabs your hair and pulls, forcing your head back. You moan, pain and arousal mixing into an unknown emotion that makes the place between your legs slick.

You can feel his breath against your neck, making you shiver. His face comes closer, and closer. Daemon stares into your eyes, lips slightly parted. You mirror his expression, feeling as if you are being consumed by your lust.

He arches an eyebrow. Never been one to shy away from a challenge, you brush his lower lip with his thumb. Daemon parts his lips and sucks it in his mouth.

The shock must have shown on your face because he laughs, giving your thumb a playful bite. You squirm, instinct overpowering modesty, and roll your hips against his.

The two of you stare at each other. Closer, and closer, until his features blur, until two purple eyes turn into one. A dragon turned cyclops by the mere force of lust. There is hunger and want, and confusion. Both of you are so close that you are sharing the same air, the same breath. And Daemon pulls, and you are kissing, and you shake in his arms, feeling like how you think the gods must have felt when the cyclopes formed the lighting.

His hands go to greedily knead at your thighs, slipping under your shift. His palms feel rough against your skin, impatient. The shift rides up, up, up. You mewl against his mouth, desperately reaching for something unknown to you but that you know Daemon will help you reach.

You are restless as he pets you, biting at your mouth, hands sinking in his hair. You tug him towards your neck, knowing his kisses, scorching hot, would burn even sweeter along your nape and ears.

Daemon, though, has other plans. He pulls away and pecks you on the lips. “Vūjigon ” He says. He touches his mouth. “Vūjigon”

You kiss him, softly. “Vūjigon”

He pets your hair.

“Vūjigon.” And he points to his collarbones. You frown in confusion, thinking perhaps the word doesn't mean what you think it does. He sighs and leans in, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the space between your collarbones.

“Vūjigon.” You perk up, and start kissing his shoulders. Your hands pull his shirt more open, letting you bite and lick more of his flesh. The urge to consume and be consumed is overpowering, making you desperate to touch him.

Daemon laughs. He pulls you upwards. Can't he see you are starving?

“Daor.” He says, when you try to go back to it. You give him your fiercest pout. Daemon tuts at you.

He squeezes one of your breasts, making you moan, before cruelly twisting the bud. You gasp, your nails digging on his naked shoulders.

“Shhh.” Daemon soothes you, his hand going to squeeze your breast tenderly once more. “Daor?”

You don't know how to tell him what you want, so you grab his hand and make him pinch the tender bud again. Daemon smiles. He kisses you, muttering something fervently on your lips.

He lays you down on the bed, despite your attempts to sit up. Daemon pins you down with a growl, hand on your chest.

You can't help it. No matter the warning, you squirm as if you were in pain. It certainly feels like it. There is some sort of hunger in your belly, making you want to rub your core against him. You can feel your shift starting to become wet right above your tailbone. Daemon has you so bothered you are dripping into the shift and the bed.

Daemon gives you another growl and leans down to bite your breast over the fabric of your shift. It's meant to be punishment, but you arch into it, gasping.

He laughs. He takes as much of it as it can fit in his mouth, sucking greedily. The noises are obscene. The sight must be, too. Your mouth, open, moaning yourself into a frenzy. Daemon, nipping, biting, sucking, like a man starved. Your shift with two giant wet spots, one at the chest and the other by your arse.

You moan, surprised at the feeling. You had never thought bodies could be used in such a way before. Nor had you hoped for him to please you so eagerly.

His lips close around your bud. His tongue twirls around it, lavishing it with attention. You grab at his hair, his nape, desperately trying to hold onto something. Daemon just sucks harder on your breast. You moan, and moan, and moan some more. Desperate little sounds, gathering in the air around a desperate girl.

He switches to your other breast. Your shift feels sticky on your skin, so you start trying to take it off. The task distracts you enough for his hand to find its way to your core, and you squeak at the first sensation of his fingers against it.

Daemon smiles against your skin. He presses a finger inside you, and you squeal some more. He lets go of your breast to better gaze into your overwhelmed face, seemingly getting an enjoyment out of it.

Another finger joins the first. You cry out. It stings a bit. Daemon shushes you, kissing your cheek. He rubs at something above your opening that makes you squirm in delight.

His other hand comes into your sight. Daemon makes a gesture, two fingers together, separating. You stare. He nuzzles you, his cheek against yours, before repeating it.

You nod with a pout.

He starts prying you open slowly, this time. Despite enjoying causing pain, it appears your cooperation has granted you privileges with Daemon. He understood the distress on your face, and read you correctly enough to know it was not going to go well if he kept going as he was.

Daemon rubs at your shoulders, soothingly. You understand you need to relax, and force your body to do so. He kisses you in reward, slow and sweet, coaxing you to him.

You nod again. Daemon moves back, settling himself by your side. He takes your shift away, pressing soft little kisses to each new inch of skin revealed.

The sudden removal of your last layer makes you shiver a little. Your skin is wet from his previous ministrations and rapidly cooling. You plaster yourself to him, seeking warmth.

He chuckles, grabbing your arse to move you slightly out of the way. You scowl, not sure why Daemon is doing so, until you realize he is taking off his breeches.

“Daemon.” You whisper, softly. There is a part of you that is already cringing at the promise of pain the loss of your maidenhead will bring.

“Daor?” He asks you, one of his hands petting your cunt. It makes you shiver.

“Bodmagho.” You grasp at his shoulders, steadying yourself. Daemon lines the two of you. You feel his member at your entrance, holding you open and threatening to spear you apart. It feels scorching against your skin.

He helps you impale yourself on his member. It's not pleasant at first. Property dictates that you should not let him see your discomfort. You should just bear it like a good wife and allow him to chase his pleasure unbothered.

But you know Daemon enjoys causing pain. He thrives on it. So you let your eyes fill with tears, and your face goes slack and overwhelmed.

He smiles. He licks your tears away, and mumbles something. You squeal, and it only excites him more.

“Bodamagho.” Daemon pinches the flesh on your hip, clearly calling you to focus. His hands move your pelvis back and forth, back and forth, until you are hissing in pleasure, your hands on his chest, doing the movement yourself.

“Vūjigon.” You demand, moving your hips just like he taught you. Daemon is too focused on aiding you bounce by thrusting upwards to pay attention to you. When he doesn't obey, you give a tug to his hair.

He snarls at you. You snarl back. So he grabs your wrists and pushes sideways, and suddenly, you are under him and Daemon is still thrusting into you.

You are desperate for closeness. You scrunch up your face and wrap your legs around his back. Daemon looks down at you, and bites your shoulder. He is not pleased with your perceived attempt to take control.

Realizing your mistake, you shake your head.

“Daor.” You rub at his back with your foot, gently. You hold him close, and nuzzle his neck, delighting in his scent. Never you had thought before you would enjoy the smell of sweat and some sort of aromatic oil, yet here you are. “Vūjigon.”

Daemon's expressions softens. He leans in and gives you a kiss. You make pleased, chirping noises, trying to show him that was precisely what you wanted.

He complies, releasing your hands. You enthusiastically hug him. It helps you anchor yourself against the unrelenting waves of pleasure.

His hands, now freed from yours, are everywhere. Twisting your buds, rubbing at your pearl, squeezing your waist. Daemon whispers nonsense in your ears, takes the lobe between his teeth. He aids you, tilting your hips with his hands, reaching deeper.

You heard a story once, about Westeros. A white hart was said to come to the greatest Kings alive. A magnificent beast, tall as a man, with skin made of the purest snow and antlers as long and imposing as the branches of an ancient tree. If a King encountered it, it was a good omen for his rule. It would be just and prosperous, blessed by the Gods.

What did they do with the hart? Keep it in Kingswood, perhaps? You had made the mistake of asking, once. You had been told that they used the best spear they had. That men held the hart down, and they gutted it from head to belly.

The perfect, regal beast, fur as pale as snow. The pristine white sheets under you. Blood tainting the white. What a way to go.

You understood then why they called it a small death. You were sweating, squealing like a beast being gutted, thighs trembling under Daemon's hands. It was too much and too little, and you felt yourself reaching it, yearning for it.

You did not care if you burned, moth to a flame, maiden to a dragon. Daemon seemed to realize it because his hand went to rub at your pearl, and he leaned in.

“….” He was talking, but it was in that strange language of his, and your ears were ringing, you felt about to explode. Your body responded to his tone, though. Gentle, loving, coaxing you over the edge with a scream so fierce you might as well have been one of those weeping women that appeared far north.

Daemon grinned at you. A fierce, proud expression, eyes crinkling in the corners. You pulled him into a kiss, and raked your nails down his back, feeling the skin yield like butter under your fingers. It spurred him on, and with a gasp and a bite to your shoulder, Daemon was shattering inside you.

He collapsed on top of you with a laugh. You smiled. Daemon pulled you to rest, back flush against his chest, and you understood each other better than those who spoke the same, common tongue, did.

[solardick]

Portents are strong today. A soider a dove, teo geese, and a criw all in sync. With present happenings. One after the other.

But, i don’t think those pills are working. Not today.

I saw a pretty girl today. She has those eyes. Those. Intense peircing eyes. That i like. And she has a turn on. Its her neck. I can tell. The guy was too much. I wuestion if he was flirting. But she thought. No. As she seemed to measure me up. I want to go back and ask her what she thi ks about god.

I deal with people like this all day. He says. Have you ever had a hard on when you take a shit? Like it touches the right spot. And you get turned on?

….. no nate ive never had a hard on taking a shit before. Jesus fuck. Had a prostate test done once. Where’s the hype? I think they think i have sexula identity issues. Nope. Last i checked i have a penis.

Ok. Spider on my boot. Running late. Go figure Aries season. Hot tempers. Get a lift and some bite to eat. Two geese fly by. As one walks up to the door. Comes back to say something immoral. And light a smoke. Crow goes by. As he goes back in the teo geese fly by but, not together.

The dove was an after effect it seems. There she was. Perched on the lines slender and soft. I said hello. Or hey dove. And she hoowed back. Maybe that was coincende without the magic. Its was neat though. Cause she looked.

But my new coleage is taken out. And now. There’s literally no one i want to work with stick with these asshole saying bs. Like the above. Or the complete opposite. Oh yeah im the shit i get so much pussy. 🙄 or the other guy cursing and swearing all fucken day. Foot uo uour ass this my foot up your ass that. Fucken cocksuker. Fuck this fuck that. What you prettending to be my father? Suprise gifts in the van im supposed to unload found by someone else. Ugh. Day in day out. Its kike they’re not even trying anymore.

Well i guess ibs is out.

Start lookign for another job i guess. Not like i’ll fond one. But, maybe.

I dont force my words on anyone. People like trouble. Cause they tet to act and be superior. Rightious. Or so crap like that. I dont know. I cant think like that. Goes agaisnt instinct. And if i was involved i’d be like thouse better people who sit by and watch without intent. Half of them are criminal. Yup. Thats life. And that right! I get it. I sense it. Never relished always apart. Over 20 years. I was raised in this. Bred in one direction. Someone else’s. Maybe thats why god talks to me. Its the only real relationship i have. Not a trace if me seeing anything destructive or ill intent on. With concern about tossing my butt on the ground and not putting it in my pocket. Even though im conflicted cause i smoke. And alot of these portents all speak around quitting smoking. And, they keep fucken woth me. Controling output.

That was nice though. A few solid seconds of hard eye contact. Got to keep the tempo low. Bass. Its in the tone. Not really having one. More like static.

When the mind goes into this state. And life is found in these words. And not corrupted out by bs. But they keep on me. And keep bronging it back. Wasting my time. Year after year.

🤷🏻‍♂️ if you talk to nature. Nature talks back. None of these people get that. My family didnt get it either. Neither did anynof my friends. My enemies…. I took anpicturenof the clouds on the opposite side of the eclipse. Wanna see? If you havent already.

Taken at 3:33 pm or 15:33 pm. As time has its own rule to add to the cards.

Over the constelations of Cepheus across to the star Polaris. Below is draco the dragon hovering over the parking lot. What used to do is try and fond connections in mythology. To describe the constelations or add life to its. Pluralized. You wouldn’t use a plural for it. Could say them. But, it’s not a person.

Like type a search.

Well thats not true.

I found a missing word in our language. Its so obvious. Maybe that comes woth learning a new alphabet and different grammar. Thats cool. Still. Wheres my word? I dont want to personalize portents or omens. Yin and yang. Personalize objects. Maybe its a cause of mental illness having an incomplete language. Sundenly tripping balls on gods knows what. And stuff starts coming alive and speaking. Cartons have onjects and furniture alive with personalilities maybe that a reason as to why that word foesnt exist. Its all in the control of the fantasy.

And i dont have the strength or the courage to leave. Ao just keep fucken with me.

But its great. I get to yell at someone all day. While they say. Yeah, no, it’s ok.

Liar.

[monumentalslutt]

i’m about to start crying over y ex wtf i’m too stoned for this rn .⁉️ but literally feel like he will never ever realise how much the shit he did hurt me and the fact that he always just acted like he never fucking cared. but it’s not his fault, it’s probably just an experience that was meant to happen for me i guess 😂😂 universe wanted to really make sure i end up turnin like jade or something anyways. i still care about him and i think i always will, i just wish he knew how the things made me feel too, and it hurts my feelings he didn’t care enough to even try fix things he was just like ok well i never have to see u again anyways stupid cunt and ur hot friends are still here so win win 😜😜😜😜 he didn’t say that but i bet u that’s like the train of thought anyways, i still care about him obviously. i think i always will like no matter what he does or how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other i’ll always care about him, but i will just like make sure he’s okay from a very far away, i check if he’s still following me on pinterest every once and a while to make sure he doesn’t fully not give a fuck abt me because then i will be sad because i still care about him and would like help him if he ever needed idk imagine like an emergency situation sorry i’m really stoned and am just really enjoying typing but it’s really hard to stay focused on trying to write down my thoughts and feelings and yassss i’m actually so excited for tomorrow i’ve never been to a guys house other than my ex. that also makes me mad bcs how come he gets so many bitches and i get none like where are the hoes at am i right like, i need him to give me some pointers or like tips on how to talk to new people i hate having to meet new people it’s awful and i’m just painfully awkward most the time it’s literally shameful ugh anyways yasss my first hoe but i’m very nervous because ive literally never even had a conversation with him like hes literally never even been like hey how are you ????? but it’s fine i know what he looks like and where he lives and. i know he’s not a 40 year old man ok don’t fret but i’m really scared hes gonna wanna fuck bcs i’m late for my period bcs eatin disorders am i right i habe no idea when it will come back anyways YEAH so i’m not around ovulation bcs i have kinda temporarily fucked all that up ANYWQYS yeah so bro better have lube and condoms kiddinf i am not fucking a random guy sorry and no matter who i fuck or how long i’ve known them lights off ❌❌❌❌❌❌ i’m literally a virgin but for if it happen, actually i feel weirdly insecure about being a virgin because like i don’t know i feel like a nun but also the fact i’ve never done it makes me nervous and i really don’t like the idea of having to be naked with somebody else sorry i literally cannot stand my limbs and i also feel like i would somehow have an ugly fanny so nobody is EVER seeing my fanny, never ever letting anyone eat me out sorry that actually sounds awful bcs brutha WHAT IF I SMELT VAD OR TASTED FUNNY or what if i had a hairy but crack??? or a no what if my flaps are too small or too big like no absolutely not anyways sorry idk why i just started talking ahout all of that i’m still fretting ahout what to wear i’m literally just going to his house so i feel like purple shorts would work BUT i fucking hate my legs and what if he is like jump scared by how i look irl and what if he didn’t realise i had such funny looking body oh my lord 🙈🙈🙈🙉🙈🙈 what the freak bro anywys i’m getting doordash hungry jacks is supposed to be here and i’m trying to eat a bit this evening because i’m fuckin constipated and i really cant be constipated tomorrow afternoon bcs ?!!!! no absolutely not now i’m really scared that i have head lice bcs today i nit treated my friends hair bcs she got nits from a 2 year old literally stay away from all children’s heads and also i literally am at a daycare two days a week and i swear to god i can feel shit crawling omg wtf is happening ok no nevermind i do not have head lice i was geekin anyways new chains same shackles is so good mwah

[abcdosaka]

i have not posted on here in a while. idk various things have happened. but heres the most recent stuff.

this is sorta fresh (literally 2 days ago) but im mostly over it i think? i made a hinge account and briefly talked to this girl and i liked talking to her but i think i just dont know how to rizz someone up, or maybe ik and i dont have the courage to do it so i gotta play nice girl from the start. and i think our second phone call i was just kinda lacking in energy and i wasn’t texting her too often either. but at the end of it she was like lets just be friends going forward.

i havent really had any experiences before, like real ones where i was the one initiating everything, so it hurt, kinda like getting rejected for a job interview. i was like ig im just not outgoing or funny or charming enough but damn we talked like twice on the phone, we never even met up, that quick huh.

tbh i think i initiated slightly more and she was less interested and she also made it pretty clear she wasnt sure about getting into a relationship. idk its not worth analyzing. we do have a lot of similar tastes but if she wants to be friends she has to initiate and i might blow her off anyway i dont feel like talking to her anymore lol. or maybe ill respond but just really slowly. ik its giving nice guy/friendzoned. ehhh i might respond she was nice/friendly enough i just need time to get over it fully. i think this is a lets see how im feeling in a week situation. to be fair sometimes good friendships pop up out of bad experiences for me like i thought D was a huge dick when i first met him but we got along well for the time we knew each other

idk i would rather have someone who knows what they want and is certain about it too. but in the first place i dont even want to talk to ppl like its such a hassle texting randoms multiple days in a row. i got a couple other likes and i just ignored them. ive ghosted two ppl bc i just was sick of the texting going nowhere.

tbh i think im just sad bc my ego’s a little bruised. but idk that happens to me easily like applying for a job sucks and it hurts to get rejected and having a job kinda sucks too but its required. relationships, kinda the same but i dont think its required? they never seemed that great or fun or loving to me, prob bc my parents hated each other for 90% of my childhood. even when i see relationships in fiction im like oh cute but idk if i really need that.

im more upset that i dont really have anyone to talk to about this stuff. and im upset s didnt wanna meet over reading week. like besties for 10 years but you couldnt free up a space for me even tho i asked like 3 weeks ago. idk if i can even call us besties. i used to be so insecure abt what kinda friendship we had but now im kinda sick of this. maybe i should ask. i kinda hate feeling needy or sounding clingy though. idk i was pretty friendly in my response

she didnt even receive it T_T

idk she hasnt responded to any messages frequently for the past month so shes probably really busy but ugh i fucking hate this. i just wish she’d check in for once like “hey sorry ive just been really busy the past month and havent had the energy or time to respond but hopefully ill have some time soon”. cuz the thing is its kinda typical of her to flake/be distant/antisocial. like after we graduated hs she ignored my messages for a month and she promised not to do that again. and when we hung out for the last time before i moved for uni she overslept and i think shes done that two or three times since. its really frustrating when we dont get to see each other than often. so if i ask her its gonna be like this is an isolated incident but its not and im prob not gonna see her again after i graduate uni bc i wanna move across the country. and we almost never call bc everytime i ask she doesnt want to. i think thats just her hating calling but how tf else are we supposed to stay in contact when we live in different cities??? and texting for hours on end is fking annoying? same difference ik a bit hypocritical there but also, calling means u can multitask but texting means u have to focus solely on texting unless you wanna respond every 2 hours or even worse, every 5 minutes, theres no flow unless you pay full attention to texting.

and the thing that sucks even harder. is that we had a mutual friend, j, who was her BESTIE for middle school and almost all of highschool. (i had a crush on this chick btw but never told her and i kinda stopped talking to her in senior year). and j did the same fucking thing like she decided she didnt wanna talk to people she knew before highschool anymore and basically just slowly cut s out of her life. and s was so upset abt it she told me abt it a lot

see the thing is if i do confront her about ALL of this, i  think its gonna go the worst way possible. like we will slowly drift apart and im gonna lose my closest friend who probably doesnt even consider me at least one of her closest friends. and then im fucked. i mean im not fucked but im starting from ground zero.its really hard not having someone you know you can rely on. altho maybe shes not the most reliable and ive been coping by pretending im independent and dont need anyone for emotional shit. maybe im just catastrophizing. like on one hand, i truly am unsure enough abt our friendship that idk if she’d make an effort after i move real far. but on the other hand i am a known pessimist and i suck at this people bullshit. so idk if i should ask or not.

ugh i shouldnt have wrote this. i was like “if i go in depth on this post i wont be able to stop and then im gonna cry and i dont wanna cry. i should try to keep it light.” like lol. at least it was good practice for typeracer. im gonna do one race and go to sleep. this is frustrating

[crackedpumpkin]

ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ʙʟᴏꜱꜱᴏᴍꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ || ᴘᴀʀᴛ ꜱɪx

2k12! Leonardo x Waterbender! reader

Three days.

It had been three entire days since Y/n went into a coma.

Leo stayed by her side the whole time. Donnie had designated a space in his lab for her, setting up a makeshift infirmary. An IV had been inserted into her arm, and colour gradually returned to her pale complexion. A damp cloth was on her head, Leo refusing to let anyone except Donnie touch her. He changed the water consistently and only moved from his position to sleep in his bedroom and go on patrol.

Leo had been incredibly on edge while Y/n was in her coma, even fighting with Raph and heading off on his own while they devised a plan to defeat Snakeweed. He had just returned to the lair with red eyes, and Mikey had run to give him a hug, assuming that he had cried because of Y/n’s unconscious state. He was now in the living room, watching the new episode of Space Heroes.

Y/n’s eyes flutter open, her vision blurry. 

“Ugh...” She blinks several times, lifting her hand to rub her eyes briefly. She feels something foreign in her arm, looking down to see what seems to be a needle hooked up to a bag of clear liquid. 

She frowns, looking around her and recognizing Donnie’s lab. 

“You’re up.” 

Y/n almost jumps in surprise. She spots Donnie approaching her. “You scared me,” She groans. 

“Sorry about that.” Donnie chuckles sheepishly.

“How long have I been unconscious?” She asks with a wry smile.

“Three days.” Donnie swiftly grabs a metal bucket when he spots her first gag, Y/n holding it desperately from him before dry heaving into it.

“The healing took a lot out of you.” Donnie continues after she wipes her mouth with a tissue she hands her, placing the empty bucket on her bed. He pulls out a flashlight, checking her eyes' response and the dilation of her pupils.

“It tends to do that.” Y/n jokes dryly. 

“I hooked you up to an IV, so make sure not to pull it out of your arm.” Donnie gestures to the clear bag, putting away the flashlight. She nods, not really understanding why, or what an IV was. She doesn’t press it, her body still sluggish from being unconscious for so long.

“How’re you feeling?” 

“I feel alright, nothing some pizza won’t fix,” Y/n replies as Donnie smiles in relief. “How’s Master Splinter?”

“He’s okay now. We defeated the Rat King. You, on the other hand, had us all worried.” Donnie adjusts the pillow behind her, helping Y/n settle into a sitting position. 

“Especially Leo,” Donnie’s eyes meet hers, and Y/n’s cheeks flush slightly. “Why’s that?” She asks curiously.

“Well, he wouldn’t let anyone else touch you besides me. He even got angry at April for not noticing how exhausted you already were.” Donnie explains. “He stayed here most of the time, only moving to either go on patrol or to training and Space Heroes.” He adds as an afterthought, shooting Y/n a meaningful look.

“That’s just what friends are like.” Y/n stares down at her hands, willing the heat creeping onto her cheeks to fade away. It doesn’t.

“I don’t know how friends are in your world. But here, those actions mean that they’re much more than just that.” Donnie hums.

Y/n shrugs helplessly before Donnie leaves the lab, presumably to tell the rest that she had woke up.

Was she even ready to start liking someone again? A mutant turtle, at that. The crack in her heart was still healing from the memory of Sokka. She sighs, slumping down into her pillow. Whatever. She’d just deal with her thoughts later.

Her eyes water as she lets out a soft yawn. Leo enters the lab, lighting up when he sees her sitting upright.

“Hey,” He breathes out, standing beside her. “Donnie only allowed one of us at a time, in case you were wondering where Mikey is.”

“I wasn’t.” Y/n smiles softly, and he takes her hand in his. 

“Don’t push yourself like that again.” 

His firm words surprise her. 

“I’ll do my best not to.” She jokes. 

“I’m serious.” Leo’s sober response makes her go quiet.

“I can’t promise that.” She replies quietly, starting to fiddle with his fingers.

Leo exhales, dissatisfied with her response. “Fine, but at least let me know if you’re exhausted like that again.” He allowed his fingers to be toyed with, liking the warm touch her delicate fingers gave him.

“I will,” Y/n promises with a small smile.

“Leo, stop making goo-goo eyes at Y/n and let me have my turn!” A childish whine sounds from behind the closed lab doors, Leo and Y/n’s hands hesitantly returning to their sides. 

“I guess Mikey’s eager to see you.” Leo starts towards the door, pausing when he feels Y/n’s fingers curl around his wrist. 

“Thank you.” 

Her words are nervous, and she stares at the floor like it’s the most exciting thing in the world. Leo chuckles, grasping her hand and giving it a firm squeeze before letting it fall.

“Anytime.”

He exits, allowing Mikey to barrel through and run to Y/n’s side. Mikey was practically in tears, thrilled that she had finally woken up. He fusses over her, promising her a feast. Donnie whacks him with a clipboard, emphasizing that Y/n’s diet had to be soft before she could consume junk food again.

Mikey grumbles, but Y/n promises to learn how to skate from him, and he lights up. He stays for a while longer, and they chat until Donnie chases him out of the lab for her rest.

Raph also pops by, and he can’t resist using the time to tease Y/n about the moment she and Leo shared in the dojo that day. She scowls at him, punching him weakly in the arm. This makes him even more amused, and he finally relents after Donnie stops him.

“My saviour.” Y/n cries out in relief, Raph rolling his eyes as he leaves the lab. “Don’t be so sure!” 

Y/n turns to Donnie, hoping that what she heard is wrong. She’s greeted by the sight of Donnie’s devious smile, and she pales, realizing quickly that this is far worse than Raph’s various taunts.

“Remember, you can only have porridge and light meals. Maybe you can get Leo to feed you. I’m sure he’d do it in a heartbeat. After all, that’s what friends do, don’t they?” Donnie’s playful quip has Y/n covering her face with her hands, and she begs him to stop.

Donnie’s phone rings, thankfully cutting him off. He answers the call, listening to the voice on the other end before handing it to Y/n. 

“It’s April.” He tells her. She holds up the phone, greeting April.

“Y/n! Oh my god, you’re awake!” April’s elated voice rings, and Y/n laughs lightheartedly. “I am!” 

The girls chat for a while, Y/n saying a quick goodbye when April has to leave to finish a school paper.

Master Splinter enters the lab a short while after. Y/n sits up straight, Donnie leaving to go on patrol with the rest while also giving them some privacy.

“How are you?” Master Splinter asks, folding his arms across his lap, having sat down on a stool Donnie had placed for him next to Y/n’s bed.

“I’m alright, sensei.” She says, noticing his ears droop.

“I am sorry for making you push yourself so far for me. Without you, I would have succumbed to the Rat King long ago.” 

“Sensei, don’t worry about it. It’s normal to faint after healing. Additionally, you were fighting a battle of your own as well.” Y/n reassures Master Splinter. He nods, resolving the worry in his heart.

“When you are better, we shall start your training?” He offers Y/n, who nods enthusiastically. He helps her stand up, accompanying Y/n to take a short walk around the lair as light exercise after staying in bed for so long.

He fills her in on Leo passing over his leadership role to Raph, causing Y/n to stop in her steps in surprise. “That doesn’t sound like him.” 

“Correct. He was not himself when you were unconscious.” Master Splinter says simply, Y/n’s face reddening again.

Spirits, why was everyone harping at her about this?

She doesn’t respond and resumes her walk. “But, now that you are awake, he is in a much better mood than before and is now headed to his brothers.” 

After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes that didn’t smell like she hadn’t washed them for three days, she sat on the couch, playing a video game alone. She was bored. Hungry too. Her stomach growls at the perfect time, and she stands up, walking to the kitchen.

She finds some instant noodles(courtesy of April) that Mikey had taught her how to make. 

She sits back on the couch, slurping up the steaming hot noodles she had made.

She hears a buzz in her pocket, pulling out the T-Phone Donnie had given to her as a gift. Setting down the bowl on the floor, she reads the text sent from April. Scanning it quickly, her brows furrow in worry. 

‘Hey, Y/n, I know you just woke up from your coma and everything, but I think Leo’s in trouble. He’s meeting someone — a girl, at this address. I think he’s walking into a trap. He only listens to you, so you should stop him before he gets into trouble.’

Y/n glances at the dojo to check if Master Splinter is around. Seeing that he wasn’t, she headed towards the turnstiles, grabbing her water bag on the way.

She heads to the surface, using the GPS in the T-Phone for directions to the address April gave her. Climbing onto the rooftop next to the Byers Building, she bends the water, forming a delicate bridge she runs across. 

“Leo!” She calls out, the turtle turning at the sound of his name being called. A girl stands behind him with a smirk that makes Y/n shiver. She notices Leo’s hand holding the girls’, standing only a short distance apart. Y/n’s eyes cloud with confusion, unsure how to respond to the situation in front of her. Leo looked like a deer in headlights, like he was caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Am I...interrupting something?” She slows down, stopping a distance away from the two. Leo is noticeably flustered, stammering out an incoherent response. Y/n’s gaze drops to their entwined hands, and Leo is struck with realization, beginning to pull his hand away. However, the girl grabs it firmly, twisting his arm and slamming him down onto the ground.

“Leo!” A gruff voice calls out, Raph arriving behind Y/n. He stops at the sight in front of him, his blushing brother between Y/n and another girl who was pinning him down on the ground. “Wh-what are you doing?? Who’s this??” Raph is in disbelief. His brother left them for this??

“Raph and Y/n, Karai. Karai, Raph and Y/n.” Leo introduces them in an embarrassed tone. 

“So this is the girl you met?” Y/n crosses her arms, leaning on one leg as she sends Karai a withering glare. “This is the trap I ran from the lair to stop?”

“Aren’t you under orders to stay at home by Donnie anyway?” Leo points out.

Y/n glowers at him. “I see.” Her words have a hard edge to them.

Leo realizes he’s messed up. “I mean-”

“What are you, friends with her?? We’re out there risking our lives, and you're here holding hands with the foot!” Raph’s understandably frustrated. He approaches Leo, who lets go of Karai’s hand immediately. He sends Y/n a desperate look, a silent plea for help. 

She ignores it, looking away.

“I can explain!” Leo tries to defend himself, scrambling for a reasonable explanation. “Y-you see, Karai and I...uh, share an appreciation for the fine craftsmanship of uh,” His words are cut short when Y/n snorts in disbelief. 

“As per the words that Mikey has taught me: Bullshit.” 

Y/n doesn’t have time to continue speaking, letting out a scream when a vine wraps itself around her waist, lifting her up as she comes face-to-face with glowing yellow eyes.

“I found you, turtles.” The creature growls stiltedly, Y/n hitting the vine around her weakly. “Let me go!”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Leo mumbles. Y/n catches it.

“Thank goodness??” She’s outraged. Leo winces, slashing a vine in half.

“Allisforgivenyou’retheleaderagainwelcomeback.” Raph blurted, and Leo nodded in quick acceptance before they both charged at Snakeweed.

He’s distracted momentarily by an indifferent Karai, watching them fight off the monster. Vines wrap around his leg, causing him to lose his balance. He grunts, slashing it off from the beast. However, it immediately sends another vine towards him, wrapping around his waist.

He’s thrown against the small entryway, dropping his katanas to grab hold of the door. The monster slams Y/n against the ground in front of Leo. He looks at Y/n, who’s trying to cut the vine off her with little success. Her slashes are shallow, and she yells angrily. Her eyes meet his, and the scathing glare makes him wilt inside.

With no other option, he turns to Karai desperately. “Karai, please! Help!”

The girl smirks, pulling out a dagger and sending it flying past Y/n, purposely letting the sharp blade slice her cheek in a shallow cut that stings. 

Y/n is stunned at her devious action and feels the blood drip down the side of her face. She narrows her eyes and barks out the curse Mikey told her to never use.

“Motherfucker!”

The blade embeds itself into the wall above Leo’s head. 

“Sayonara,” Karai says in a sultry manner, jumping off the building.

Leo finally lets go of the door, grabbing the blade as the monster pulls him towards it. He slices off the tendril that connected him to the beast, using the momentum to kick it in the head harshly. 

It squeals in pain, letting go of Raph, who is on the verge of being consumed by a venus flytrap. Leo cuts off the vine holding Y/n prisoner, and she lands with a loud thud.

“Raph, follow me! I got an idea!” He feels terrible for leaving her there, but he’d rather not be on the receiving end of her anger right now.

“You’re the boss.” Raph quickly cuts most of the vine off Y/n before following his brother.

She groans in pain, the landing rattling her entire body. 

“Stupid Leo,” Y/n mutters, kicking the last of the vines off her. “Stupid monster.” 

She didn’t understand what exactly made her so angry. She wasn’t affected by Leo meeting up with a girl, nor was she affected by his flustered response. 

It was the way he didn’t let go of Karai’s hand.

“Stupid hands!” 

She grumpily sits down on the ground, waiting for Raph and Leo to return and healing her cheek in the process.

“I’m back.” Raph greets Y/n, who glares at him but relaxes when she realizes it’s not Leo.

“Yeesh, I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of that.” He bends down, offering his back for her to climb on. She does so with a huff. 

“Where’s Leo?” She asks.

“He went ahead first. Why? You concerned about him?” Raph teases.

“No.” Y/n lies, tightening her grip around his neck. 

“Can’t. Breathe.” Raph wheezes, hitting her arms with his free hand. She apologizes, relaxing her hold. 

He brings her back to the lair, and she gasps when she sees an unconscious Mikey. Getting off of Raph, she’s about to use her healing abilities on Mikey when Donnie sends her a stern glare. She flushes and obediently steps back.

Leo avoids her stare, holding a piece of pizza in front of Mikey. The unconscious turtle sniffs a couple of times, and his eyes fly open.

“Pepperoni....” Mikey grins, reaching for the slice greedily. 

“Works every time.” Leo grins, but it falters when he sees Y/n head to the kitchen. He follows her, letting Raph and Donnie take care of Mikey. 

“Are you mad at me?” Leo asks timidly. 

“I’m not mad.” Y/n slams the cupboard door shut.

“Really? ‘Cause, it sounds like you are.” Leo flinches at the sound, starting to make some porridge for her.

“No, I’m not.” She responds coolly.

“Okay then.” Leo feels awkward, letting the pot of water with rice grains boil. Y/n stares at the stove intensely, then sighs.

“So, what’s with the girl who tried to kill you?” 

“She didn’t kill me. She saved me.” Leo defends Karai, the response making Y/n’s lips curl into a mocking smile.

“She threw a knife at your head.”

“She threw a knife near my head.” Leo corrects her, bringing out the said weapon.

“She’s in the Foot clan.” Y/n states flatly, eyes trained on the blade that belonged to Karai. “That’s right, I know about the Foot Clan.” She opens the pot with the cloth, stirring the mushy rice inside.

“Nobody’s perfect. You know... When you’re recovered, I could teach you a few ninja moves?” Leo offers in his way of apology. Y/n had been bugging him to teach her, but he hadn’t had the time to, especially when she fell into a coma. 

The silence makes him feel small. Finally, Y/n nods reluctantly and he beams.

“Yeah, nobody’s perfect.” She grumbles, patting his shoulder and leaving the kitchen, a lost Leo looking at her quizzically as he watches her leave the kitchen.

[turnerchic]

CHANGE YOUR MIND

alex turner x reader

Summary : Alex and you are set up on a first date (11-13 era Alex - imagine whichever era you want tbh)

words : 885

WARNINGS : sexual flirting hints? y/n's girlboss aura

Alex's Pov

"well can you atleast tell me where you're fucking taking me matthew" Alex sighed in the passenger seat of the car

"Al it's called a blind date you'll find out stop whining" Matthew chuckled

"yeah a blind date not a fucking blind taxi ride thi- ugh whatever" struggling to get his sentence out through frustration causing him to give up causing Matthew to laugh more

Y/N's Pov

you arrived and sat in the restaurant wondering if you were late or early since it took 40 minutes to get ready, you were wearing; a black mini dress, nude lipstick and your hair was unbrushed not knotty but bareable (in a messy french girl way)

you looked around fighting against the urge to pick at your nail polish Gosh you even painted your nails for this guy (red)

"hello ma"am are you waiting for someone?" a man called holding a clipboard with a list

"yeah actually, it's under..Turner" if he's cancelled i-

"right the tables over there number 5 a waiter will be with you, enjoy your evening!"

you smiled and walked over to the table, it was posh, pretty and everyone was dressed smart

so now all you have to do it wait.

Alex's Pov

Alex stepped out of the car checking his watch "oh god matthew i'm late i swear" he said while rushing into the building

he walked up to the man at the front "Hey i have a- its under Turner"

"yes table 5 over there, enjoy your evening sir" pointing to where you were already sat.

"she's already here" he thought you couldn't see your face just the back of your head, you were sat with your head in your palm. fuck

well, Alex rushed over slowing down when he got to the table

"hey im abit late im so sorry it were Matt-. Alex" holding out his hand for you.

Y/n's Pov

God. your head shot to the side but then God literally.

he held out his hand and you took it "Y/N" causing him to smile "pretty name" and you smiled

"and it's okay i only just came in"

"it were Matthew i dunno but that's good i thought i were really late" rubbing his forehead

"Matthew he told me about you"

"embarrass me?"

"no no just told me you were mates, long time and the basics"

"that's good then, you look beautiful by the way Y/n"

"thanks Turner"

"Turner? i like it darlin-"

"Hello may i please take your order if you both are ready" the waiter interrupted smiling

"oh yeah um...i'll just have the pasta with the side of soft bread" you said to the waiter

"i'll have same as her" Alex said and the waiter walked off

"so what do you do Y/n"

"Fashion, runway modelling that stuff"

"oh you model"

"is it surprising?" tilting your head

"oh no not like that you're pretty i don't know you seem like a café girl" he tried explaining

"a...café girl?" you said "is that an insult?"

"no no..oh it doesn't matter" he gave up chuckling

"i'm only kidding but what about you Alex, what do you do?"

"i'm in a band i'm sure Matthew should of mentioned it"

"no he didnt actually"

Alex's Pov:

She doesn't know i'm in Arctic Monkeys? he thought

but that's a good thing. she might be actually interested in me

"oh so you're not a fame hungry gold digger"

"famous? what are you big Alex"

"it's Arctic Monkeys, but no it's most of the past dates enjoyed the money and fame more than me"

"i'm not here to make your pockets hurt turner don't worry"

"i know love don't worry"

Y/N's pov

our food arrived and me and Alex ate most of our meals honestly it was quite bland

"i'm finished"

"same here do you wanna do dessert's?" he requested

"i'm on a diet Turner" you leaned forward

"you don't need a diet and they're small ive been here before" he leaned over the table too towards you "trust me babe"

"oh am i your now babe Turner?"

"oh hottest babe i've ever met" he winked

"i like to hear that" you smirked

"the compliments? you like how i tell you you're the most breathtaking woman i've ever seen" he said pushing some hair behind your ear "i mean everything you're great, talented..im sure you have many other talents too" he trailed his finger down your cheekbone to your jaw to your chin while he looked your body up and down

"i was a gymnast, still flexible, know all the moves..." you said turning the conversation in that direction

"ohh now you're bad" he laughed "you know i've had a great time with you y/n, and i know many other ways to show you a great time" he picked your hand up off the table, placing a kiss on the back of it

"now you're pushing it" you both laughed

you both got up paying the check and walking out of the fancy restaurant onto the quite busy streets of NYC

"hey if you want me to walk you home or owt i can or if you want to call you a taxi i'll pay i-"

"home?" you turned to him "the nights only just begun Turner" smirking looking back and starting to walk away asking him to follow after you

"we'll, lead the way then babe" and he followed you.

he'd follow you anywhere

Authors note - thank you for reading this isn't checked so im aware there is probably spelling/grammar errors.

requests open.

[idy-ll-ique]

get to work

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader

genre: domestic fluff

warnings: none

requested: nope

word count: ~1.1k

summary: a normal day in the life of steve rogers and y/n <3

author's note: hiya peeps! sorry ive been so inconsistent, haven't posted in weeks! my exams were going on, which are now over 😌 happy new year to you! enjoy!

masterlist

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"How was the meeting, Stevie?" Y/N asked her boyfriend with a smile as he plopped down on the bed next to her, dramatically draping himself over her legs as a loud groan left his lips. "Ugh, Fury asked us to do paperwork for all the missions we'd been on in the past 3 months and we need to submit them next week! How am I ever going to finish it?!"

"I can help you, you can tell me what to write and I'll do it," Y/N offered, running her fingers through his soft hair. He sat up and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her on his lap. "It's fine, I know you have way more important stuff to do than help me. I'll be fine, we've divided the work between Nat, Sam, Bucky and I."

"Ah! Well three helping hands are better than one. Okay then, have fun writing," she laughed, pressing a quick smooch to Steve's nose before going back to her phone where she was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. Steve put her down on the bed, giving her a kiss before walking out of the room.

He went to his office, sitting behind his desk and pulling out a wad of papers. "Hm, let's see, our first mission was in…" He got to work. Steve worked diligently for 5 minutes, until— "Steve, do you— Steve!" Startled, he looked away from his mobile game and saw Y/N standing near the door, her hands on her hips. "Hi, my darling," he smiled nervously.

Y/N shook her head, walking into the room. She snatched the phone from his hands, shaking her head. "You have three months worth of paperwork to do, Rogers, you know you can't afford any distractions right?" Steve pouted like a teenager whose phone was just taken away, which in his case… pretty on-brand.

"But Y/N—"

"No. I'm speeding up the process, Stevie, trust me, you're better off without your phone. Now get to work!" She left the office and Steve grumbled, picking his pen back up. "Why does he want handwritten notes?" This time, he managed to go on unbothered and undisturbed for an hour. Suddenly, his stomach growled and he sighed, rubbing his abdomen.

"A little break won't hurt," he whispered to himself, walking out of the room to get something to eat. As he walked into the open kitchen area, he saw Y/N sitting in front of the television, her back to him. Steve smirked to himself; he didn't want to get caught by her, she'd yell again. But when he went to grab a pack of crisps it crinkled, which made Y/N turn back at once.

"Stevie!" she chided, raising an eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry, honey, I was just hungry! I promise I'll get to work straight away." She laughed and shook her head. "Oh, Rogers. I love you so much." He grinned at her. "I love you, too! See ya!" Opening the bag of crisps, he went to his office again.

15 minutes later, he got back to work. And this time, his concentration won. With a sudden boost of energy, he started writing again, and didn't stop for a long, long time.

Y/N, meanwhile, when it started getting late, went to check on him. She found him with his nose buried in the papers and smiled proudly. "Stevie, I'm gonna make dinner, what do you want to eat?" He blinked and looked up at her, giving her a tired smile. "Anything that you like, dove. Love you." She nodded, calling out, "Love you too!" Before walking out.

She made a rice dish for dinner and carried a plate to his office. They'd been together for several years, she knew that when he got extremely engrossed in something at a place, it was very difficult to drag him away from that place. Knocking once on the door, she entered and placed the plate on his desk.

"Eat before it gets cold," she whispered to him, pressing a kiss to his temple. He grabbed her wrist before she could leave and spun his chair to face her. "Stay." He patted his lap, smiling as she straddled his thighs, hugging him. He kept his pen down and wrapped both arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder.

He didn't like to leave her alone for more than a few hours at length. "I missed you today," he told her, which made her smile. "Aw, Stevie, I missed you too." She kissed his cheek, pulling away to look him into his eyes. He stared back at her, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head before tugging her in for a proper kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you more," she giggled, getting off his lap. "Now finish your dinner and come to bed early, hm?" Steve smiled goofily. How had he gotten so lucky? "Yes ma'am," he winked and Y/N left, laughing loudly. Steve then kept his work aside and took a bite of his food, his eyes lighting up. "Delicious," he mumbled to himself, hurriedly finishing the food.

Then he left his office to keep the plate away, running into Y/N who was also in the kitchen. "Come to bed soon," she warned him as he gave her a hug from behind, pressing a quick kiss to her head. "Yeah, just a little while longer, doll," he smiled.

Y/N went to their bedroom immediately after she heard the door to Steve's office slam shut.

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"Mm, Stevie?" Y/N mumbled sleepily, checking the time on her phone. 2 am. "Baby," he replied, snuggling further into her. She could feel his naked torso pressing into her back, which made her realise that he was just getting into bed. "You're just coming to sleep now?" she drawled, drifting in and out of sleep. Steve turned her around.

"Got a little carried away. I missed you a lot today, pumpkin," he whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I missed you too." He pouted. "Then why didn't you come and drag me away from my work?" Y/N snuggled into Steve's arms, burying her face in his chest. "You needed to finish your work without any distractions."

"I suppose you're right," Steve muttered, "I love you." When he didn't get an I love you in return, he looked down and saw Y/N fast asleep, cocooned in his arms. Resisting the urge to squeal like a little schoolgirl, he simply smiled and closed his eyes, also falling asleep within minutes.

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[rebeccccccaaa]

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ

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ғʀᴀᴛ ʙᴏʏ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you and steve hooked up once and neither of you can forget that night

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ minors dni plz, kinda rough? but of course major fluffy aftercare from soft boi stevie, bit of inexperienced reader and insecure reader

(accidentally written unprotected sex but this is fanfiction lmao plz be safe irl)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: ive never participated in a challenge before and i think @honeysucklesteve is just the sweetest so hope you like it el! And congrats on 4k :T

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“And the interesting thing about that, mind I add…” the words of your professor falling short because you can’t shake the feeling of his eyes looking at you.

You kept your head low fighting the urge within you not to look back. A couple nights ago you landed yourself in the bed of the infamous frat president Steve Rogers and to make matters worse, you both major in American Studies meaning you share all of your classes.

You didn’t have much experience with guys in high school so it wasn’t surprising when you had the same experience in college. What was surprising was the fact you spent a night in the arms of one of the most handsome men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Steve Rogers was a huge catch. Teachers loved him, girls chased him,and guys wanted to be him.

You remember that night so vividly.

The way his hands fit so perfectly on your hips. The way his lips felt so hot against your own burning skin; and moved perfectly against yours. The things he whispered in your ear. They way he held you close when you fell asleep in his arms. The way you hated yourself the next morning when you snuck out. The way your tummy flutters simply because he’s looking at you right now.

You breathed out shakily before turning your head to find his eyes with yours; he looked away the moment you did shyly, very unlike him. Fuck he was gonna be the death of you.

“And that should be the end of the lecture. I’m gonna go ahead let you guys go a little early. Have a good weekend everyone and make sure to check your emails,” the professor gathered his things and left.

You packed your things quickly trying your best to avoid his gaze that you knew was still on you. Steve packed quickly too before walking hot on your tail, just about to call your name until…

“Hey, Y/n,” Bucky called out.

“Oh, hey Buck.”

“It’s the weekend and as usual the guys and I want to party tonight. But the dean said one more noise complaint about our house and we get on academic probation so we’re asking a couple of people who might wanna come to the club with us.”

Behind Bucky you could see Steve walking towards you two and your stomach sank. Bucky and Steve were best friends and you don’t know if Steve told him that you guys slept together last weekend. What if something happens again tonight if you say yes. Why are you even thinking that something could happen again? Steve Rogers is way out of your league it was a miracle that you landed a chance to be his bed warmer in the first place.

“I’ll see you for lunch, man,” Steve said to Bucky patting his best friend's shoulders. His eyes lingering with yours until you had to pull away.

“I don’t think I should,” you told him, walking towards the door.

“Come on, Nat told me you're quite the party animal and you left early last week I didn’t get to see you in action,” Bucky chuckled, walking with you. You didn’t leave early…

“Buck,” you looked at him.

“Please?” he asked. You exhaled sharply rolling your eyes before walking away to your next class.

“Is that a yes?” he shouted, making you turn around with a cheeky grin. You got to your next class and noticed Steve sitting in a new seat today, particularly the one next to the seat you usually sit in. None of his housemates or regular friends took this specific lecture so he usually sat in the very back corner alone. But today here he is.

His head snapped up when you entered the room. You hesitantly sat down next to him still avoiding his eyes. You set up your laptop on the small table as did Steve; both your eyes glancing at each other quite awkwardly until Steve finally interrupts the silence.

“You coming tonight?” he whispered.

“What’s in it for me if I do?” you said playfully.

“A repeat of the best night you’ve ever had,” he said cheekily.

“Oh, really,” you chuckled sarcastically as he nodded with an overly proud smirk.

“Probably not,” you answer his question.

“Seriously? Why not? I can pick you up,” he said.

“Steve,” you warned.

“What? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me?”

“You’re so full of it,” you said, making you both laugh.

“You were full of my dick last week,” he whispered.

“Steve!” you punched his side making him laugh hard enough for other students to take notice of your ruckus.

“Welcome class, we’ll begin the lecture in one minute. I’m just gonna pull it up on the projector,” the professor said rushing in.

“Please come tonight,” he whispered.

“Why are you obsessed with me?” you joked.

“Fuck off,” he chuckled.

“If I say ok, will you shut up for the rest of the lecture?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

“Then maybe I’ll come,” you smirked.

Throughout the lecture Steve paid absolutely no attention whatsoever. Steve had been thinking about that night just as much as you had. The way your neck craned to the side a bit, reminding him of when he littered marks and bruises all over last week. The way you subtly bit your lip in concentration but all that clouded his mind was lust remembering how you looked so pretty from above when he was settled between your legs.

He wanted you again so badly. He wasn't going to lie, it sort of hurt him when he woke up and you weren't there. He thought maybe there was something between you two, god knows the tension was overwhelming that night. You weren't the most frisky woman he'd been with but you were sweet; slight innocence with your intimacy. He craved you.

Steve leaned towards you, his fingers twiddling with yours. You tried your best to ignore his advances despite how much you equally craved him. He ran his nose along your cheek and jaw and your breathing quickened inhumanly.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

"Nothing, just relax," he responded. As much as he wanted to drag you out of class and fuck you so good, he knew you'd rip him a new one if he did. No matter how he'd make you feel.

"No, we're in the middle of a lecture," you argued.

"I'm not doing anything," he said humorously, you were not humored though.

"Steve," you scolded when he pressed a faint kiss under your ear.

You knew a guy like Steve was horny practically twenty-four seven, but you didn't take him to be quite clingy. Especially with someone like you. His arm wrapped under yours. His other resting on your thigh. His head tucked in the crook of your neck. It wasn't particularly sexual, but it was intimate. Something normal to couples, and you two were not a couple.

"Please come tonight," he whispered, “If not I’ll come over.”

"Ugh fine," you grunted, your voice breaking into a giggle because you did somewhat enjoy this unfamiliar attention.

Steve continued to sit next to you during the rest of your classes for the day absent mindedly teasing you, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair between his fingers, leaning his head on your shoulder while he held your hand. Like geez, take a girl out already.

By the time you got back to your shared apartment with two of your closest friends you felt conflicted. Why the sudden shift in Steve? You two weren't exactly best friends before, just two people who shared classes and accidentally slept with each during a drunken night at a frat party.

"Hey, everything ok?" Wanda asked you noticing your inner battle.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. No," you said defeatedly making the girls chuckle.

"What happened?" Nat asked.

"That guy, that I… you know."

"Fucked?"

"Nat!" you said embarrassed.

"Go on," Wanda encouraged.

"Well, I never told you guys but the guy was Steve," you said shyly.

"What!" the girls exclaimed simultaneously.

"You're lying," Nat laughed.

"You really went from zero to a hundred," Wanda giggled.

"Guys stop," you whined.

"All day today, he's been like super clingy. Holding my hand and pretending he's like my boyfriend."

"Wait, I thought you liked him?" Nat asked, confused.

"I mean I do, but it's sudden and I'm pretty sure it's only because he wants to get in my pants again, you know?" you rationed.

"Awe, I don't think that's true. I've known Steve for a bit and yeah he sleeps around sometimes but he's not a giant dick. Doing that would be way too shallow, especially for Steve," Nat said.

“Yeah but don’t you think it’s weird?” you asked.

“Look did Bucky ask you about tonight?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, he did- how do you know that?” you asked, confused.

“Oh- Uh,” Nat paused.

“She asked Buck to invite you,” Wanda snickered.

“Why?” you asked.

“Well, you never go out with us and the last time you did we thought you just went home but apparently you were getting laid,” Nat cackled.

“Oh my- shut up,” you huffed before storming off to your room.

“Wait! Can you at least come with us tonight?” Wanda followed you.

“No,” you giggled.

“Please!” both girls said at the same time. As you closed your door with a grin on your face not responding.

Hours later you laid on your bed lowly listening to the soft rumbling chaos from your comedic roommates. You stayed in your not so sexy undergarments and not so sexy sweatpants along with a hoodie you stole from your brother before you moved.

You ate the junk you’ve stocked up on the past few weeks feeling a bit glum. It’s not that you didn’t necessarily want to go, you would love to spend another night in that gorgeous man’s arms but there’s absolutely no way Steve is gonna want you the way you’d like him too. Not sober.

There was a subtle knock on your door and you called out knowing the girls were probably ready to leave.

"How do we look?" Nat asked, walking into your room with Wanda.

"Wow, you guys look hot," you said sitting up.

"You think Vis would like this or is it too much?" Wanda asked sheepishly, she's had a crush on the foreign exchange student Vis for the longest time and had yet to make a move.

"I think someone's gonna have a lucky night," you wiggled your brows suggestively, making her roll her eyes and blush.

"What about you, still chasing Bryce?" you turned to Nat looked extra sexy tonight.

"His name is Bruce," she rolled her eyes.

"And yes, I am," she chuckled.

"You're so weird," you giggled, Bruce didn't seem to particularly be Nat's type but hey, no judgement.

"I heard he's got like a monster cock," you said.

"Shut up," she pushed you playfully.

“It’s always the nerds,” Wanda giggled.

"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" Wanda asked sincerely.

"I'm sure," you smiled.

"Steve's gonna miss you," Nat teased.

"Yeah, I doubt that."

"Well, stay safe, cutie," the girls waved heading to the Uber that waited outside for them.

"You too!"

You sighed before grabbing more snacks to stuff your face with. A couple hours went by of sitting around watching nonsense on TV for a bit. You ate dinner that was far from fine dining but it was available before slouching on your bed until the late hours of the night.

You were practically falling asleep, tired and dry eyes glued to the screen of your small TV when you got a knock at the front door. You check the clock by your bed wondering if maybe either of the girls left their keys, but it wasn’t even midnight yet.

You clutched your phone walking hastily to the front door as quietly as possible creeping up to the peehole to see who would be your unexpected guest.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you swung the door open.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Steve retorted.

“My jamas,” you rolled eyes stepping to side to let him in.

“Seriously what are you doing here?”

“I told you earlier, you didn’t come tonight so I came to you,” he said, taking his jacket off.

“Seriously?” you tried not to smile, but the action gave you butterflies.

“You promised to come. I missed you,” he said walking up to you.

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, staring at his devilishly handsome grin.

“Come on, whatcha doing?” he said, grabbing your hand and taking you to the room. You three had a fairly small apartment and your light was obviously the only one on in the whole apartment making it easy for him.

“Well, before you rudely invaded my home, I was stuffing my face with all kinds of junk watching TV,” you said to him making him scowl playfully at you.

“Well, then let’s finish the rest of your junk food then,” he said laying on your bed. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the sudden shift in attention. Steve was a guy who could have anyone and he’s chasing you for some reason.

You weren’t a blonde bombshell with a perfect hourglass figure that made guys want you left and right. You had flaws that drew people away and you don’t think Steve remembers that night like you do. What if he hates your body? What if he thinks you're annoying and suddenly leaves?

“Everything alright?” Steve asked you.

“Uh, sorta,” you answered honestly.

“Come here, talk to me,” he said, opening his arms. You couldn't help your eyes narrowing at him.

“What?”

“Do you even remember anything from that night?” you whispered.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked.

“Steve, come on,” you chuckled.

“What?”

“Do you just wanna fuck now? Make it quick so you can go back to the party-”

“Woah, who said anything about fucking?” he stood up towering over you making you suddenly feel really small and shy.

“I mean that’s why you’re here, right?”

“I came because I told you if you didn't go out with us that I was gonna hang with you. I didn’t say anything about sleeping with you. If you really want I can go home but I wanted to hang out with you,” he said sincerely.

“Oh, I- uh,” you stuttered; well now you feel like a dick.

“We can just sit and keep watching TV until you want to go to sleep and I can head out,” he said, sitting back down on your bed. You sat beside him carefully watching his movements. He kept his eyes trained on the TV for a bit before locking his eyes with yours. You turned away quickly hearing him chuckle before sudden movement escalated behind.

Steve grabbed you from behind gently and leaned back so you laid on his chest. You could feel the hard plains of muscles on your back. And the way his strong wrapped perfectly around your waist, it felt heavenly.

Steve’s jaw tightened from the hypnotizing scent of your shampoo. He remembered it from that night not long ago and he couldn’t get it out of his head.

He wasn't going to lie, since that night all he could think about was how smooth your skin was under his fingertips. How pretty you sounded when he was settled between your legs. How good it felt when your fingers carded through his hair. He wanted you so bad.

He wanted to wake you up between your thighs again. Ravish you once more before breakfast, hell eat you for breakfast. But when you weren't there sleeping as peacefully beside him like the night before, his heart tugged. Did he say something wrong? Did he do something wrong? What if he hurt you?

He gave you space, clearly evident you hadn't wanted to talk to him but those few days went by and the same lingering stares and shy glances came back again and he craved you in his arms again.

When Nat asked him and Bucky to invite you again out to party, he really wanted to be with you that night even if you didn't end the night naked in each other's arms, just being around you was enough for him. Fortunately here he is with you, with arms wrapped around your waist and Steve couldn’t be happier.

You looked so fucking adorable to wearing sweats and a hoodie; he wishes it was one of his own. You had fluffy socks on too that had dog faces on them and he swears his heart melted. What you two were watching was making you laugh and each chuckle or giggle that came from you was like music to his ears.

He couldn’t help himself when his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your body momentarily froze before relaxing again in his arms. Your arms laid over his and tightened so you could cuddle into him even more. Your eyes felt heavy and the feeling of Steve’s lips slowly reaching your neck didn’t help you want to sleep.

When his cool lips grazed your burning skin, you could feel your skin burst into chills. You practically shuddered in his arms and your face grew hot when you did. It all becomes suddenly overwhelming and you jump off on his lap turning to him with a distressed expression.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?” Steve said worriedly.

“You did just want to sleep with me,” you mumbled tears forming in your eyes.

“What! No, that’s not it,” he panicked; using you was the last thing he wanted you to think he was doing, and wanted in general.

“Then what’s going with you? Ever since we fucked you’re suddenly attached to me, putting your hands all over me, pretending like you're my boyfriend! And I don’t understand why,” you said frustrated.

“I feel like your just using me or something-”

“That is the last thing I want,” he interrupted, his voice low.

“Then why are you doing this; Steve you could have anybody and for some fucking sick reason you keeping mocking me. Making me think I have a chance.”

“And you don’t think you do?” he asked, heart broken, making you scoff and turn away.

“Look, fine I’ll admit that maybe before that night I wouldn’t have made a move; but I’m gonna admit that I haven’t not felt something for you before,” he said, getting closer to you.

“What?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since we met. And that night didn’t do shit to help me get over you,” he chuckled.

You crawled to him carefully looking into his eyes for any sign that he was being untruthful; you cupped his face gently.

“Are you drunk?” you whispered.

“Not one bit.”

You pressed your lips to his feverishly and Steve nearly moaned at the feeling. His hands grasped your waist firmly pulling you to sit comfortably on his lap. His hands crept under your hoodie holding you close.

Your hands rested on his broad shoulders holding yourself up as slowly leaned back onto your pillows. Your cold hands cupped his face as you deepened the kiss and his hand went to rest on your bottom.

With this new found position, his chest pressed against yours, his hips grinded up allowing you to feel all of him. Every pushing second you grew needier and whiny, practically clawing at his shirt to feel his skin.

"So needy already. And I've hardly touched you," he chuckled lowly in your ear.

He sat up nonetheless and stripped his shirt revealing his gorgeous physique that kept you up at night and infiltrated your dirtiest dreams. You brushed your hands all over his chest with your bottom lip between your teeth; Steve smirking slightly proud of the effect he had on you simply by having his shirt off.

"Come on, pretty girl. I wanna see you too," he's whispered before kissing you softly.

"Wait, I don't…" you didn't particularly feel very sexy and instantly became insecure about your body compared to Steve's.

"It's ok, we can cuddle," he smiled.

"Well, if I'm being honest I do want you. It's just, I just ate all this junk food and I'm not wearing anything sexy. I didn't shave and-"

"Hey, I don't care. You don't need to impress me or wear anything special for me. I just want you to look pretty sitting on my face and make pretty sounds telling me how I'm gonna make you feel."

Your body trembled at his words, arousal instantly flooding from you. His nose brushed against your cheek dragging along to your jawline before pressing kisses gingerly to your jaw and neck. His hands slowly lifted your hoodie and you raised your hands letting him remove your hoodie.

Your shoulders caved in out of habit, being topless in front of handsome men wasn't normally on your schedule; but the look in Steve's eyes, the look on his face holding a hungry and adorning expression made you more comfortable, reaching out to cup his face kissing him deeply.

You sighed breathlessly into the kiss as Steve's hands rubbed your sides. You pulled away momentarily only to put your lips on Steve's neck. Steve felt himself growing harder and needier to see you, feel you, pleasure you.

"Pretty girl, I need you. Lemme taste you, please," he whined.

He picked you up and laid down on your back to pull your sweatpants down your legs. You lifted your hips for him and he smiled cheekily at you biting his lip. Steve lifted your leg kissing the inside of your calf staring at with those hungry eyes.

"I still wanna see you sitting on my face, pretty girl," Steve said, pulling to him.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna crush you or anything," you whispered, making Steve chuckle.

Steve laid down assuring you that he wanted this and grabbed your hand helping you straddle his face. When you did Steve kissed the inside of your thighs playfully nipping and marking the sensitive skin making you gasp.

Steve wrapped his hands around your thighs bringing your center impossibly close to him, finally licking a long and wet stripe up your slit. Your moans were soft at first but when Steve started circling his tongue around your clit, you could help getting louder and bucking your hips grinding on his face.

Steve’s eyes were close relishing in your sex. You combed your fingers through his hair and Steve moaned loudly against your pussy. He dipped his tongue past your folds and that along with the vibrations from his beautiful moans, you head threw back moaning in pure ecstasy, moaning so loud your neighbors were definitely going to file a complaint.

“Fuck, Steve. Your mouth feels so good; shit!” you whined.

His tongue circled your clit again quicker this time and you bucked your hips, tightening your stomach and squeezing your legs as you approached your high. Steve kneaded the soft flesh of your ass lapping up everything you gave him.

Steve crawled from under you as you held onto the headboard, still standing on your knees, trying to catch your breath. Steve came up behind you rubbing your hips softly, kissing the back of your neck softly. He quickly rid the remaining of his clothes he still wore, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach desperate for some sort of attention.

You breathe softly, hyper focused on the cum that slipped down your inner thighs. Your legs lightly trembled from just his mouth you couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would feel like, filling you up like it was only a week ago. Steve sat beside you looking at you with a soft smile on his face, his hand softly rubbing the back of your legs and your bottom too.

He reached around to grab your hip and slowly turned you around settling you between his legs; your back pressed against his chest as it was only moments before, more innocently than now. His lips sucked and kissed your neck as his hands cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of your breasts.

Your hands rested over his own and your hips squirmed a bit for eagerness. The low growl from Steve because your hips grinded against his cock was incredibly arousing.

“Such an eager little slut ain't cha’,” he grabbed your hair.

“Fuck,” you mumbled as he pushed you forward on your hands and knees.

“Want me to fuck you? Remind you how I felt buried so fucking deep inside you? God, I think about you every fucking night; how perfect you were wrapped around me, how beautiful you sounded underneath me,” he whispered huskily in your ear making you shudder.

“Stevie, please,” you whimpered.

His hands rubbed up and down your back as he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting to take care of you again, pretty girl,” he kissed your back softly.

He wrapped his hand around his cock slowly and languidly pumping it. He couldn’t help but tease slightly circled his tip along your entrance pulling desperate whines from you. He finally reached his own breaking point, unable to stand not being able to feel you so he pushed his hips forward moaning loudly at how tight you felt around him.

“So good, pretty girl,” he moaned.

“Fuck, Stevie. Filling me up so good; you’re so big,” you sighed.

“Damn right, pretty girl. Taking my cock so well. Fucking made for me,” he grunted.

His snapped in and out increasingly quicker with each thrust; the vulgar sounds of his movements and skin slapping against each other echoed loudly in the room. Harmonizing with both your pleasurable moans.

Chasing both your releases, Steve’s hips jerked rougher and harder in and out of you making you practically shriek at the feeling. He leaned forward wrapping his hand around your throat before pulling you flush against his chest.

“Such pretty baby,” he bit your ear.

“Fuck! Stevie I need to come,” you whined.

“Yeah, you want to come all over my cock? Make a fucking mess?” he growled.

“Please!”

“Hold on, pretty girl. I’m almost there,” he sighed, throwing his head back and closing his eyes in pleasure.

You whined and whimpered, tears brimming your eyes from that overwhelming feeling. You couldn’t help but clench hard around his cock desperately holding back for your release.

“Fuck, do that again, pretty girl,” Steve gasped.

“God, yes. I’m close, pretty girl. You ready to come?” he pulled your head back to look at your face.

Tears fell inelegantly down your cheeks, sweat lined your forehead, your chest moved rapidly up and down; to Steve, you looked ethereal.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Let go, pretty girl. I gotcha,” he whispered against your lips.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook against Steve’s, releasing onto his dick profoundly. Steve swallowed your louds moans, roughly pressing his lips to yours, moaning himself. You clenched hard around Steve one last time feeling his throbbing cock shoot hot ribbons of cum, coating your walls.

When you eased your way slowly down from your high, Steve laid you down gently pulling out to see his cum mixed with yours spilling from you. You looked so fucked out breathing heavily, whimpering at the loss of Steve inside you. He wanted to, but held back from taking you again. But not wanting to hurt you, he treaded towards the bathroom and turned on the water to run you two a hot bath. He picked you up gently pressing kisses all over your face and neck before planting one delicious kiss on your lips; your hands reaching around his neck to deepen it if that was even possible.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, coating your arms with soap to wash you. You laid against him with your eyes closed desperately trying not to fall asleep in his arms.

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked softly.

“Mh-m,” you shook your head slightly with a blissful smile on your face.

“Good,” he wrapped his arms around you tightly, kissing you passionately.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, barely audibly.

“For coming to hang out with me tonight,” you chuckled. Your eyes felt too heavy, simply remembering the way he carried you carefully back to your bed and held for the rest of the night.

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