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devilmademewriteit · 1 year

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Joel Miller & Javier Peña Headcanons (Drabbles?) Part 3!

another smutty edition<3

warnings: rough sex/smut (fingering, oral [both receiving], fem penetration, masturbation) so 18+ only content; afab fem reader; mentions of hair pulling; bratty!reader; violence (slapping, choking, threats); mentions of pornography; description of a panic attack; step-cest; pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart, darlin, hermosa, cariño) dubcon/non-con (age gap, power dynamics, coercion, just a bunch o’ shady shit in general imsosorry)

No use of y/n.

Hello! In honour of 2K followers (woot woot!!!) here is yet another work of absolute FILTH. These just get more and more insane idk what to do w myself. Your requests r gonna send me straight to hell. Anyways, I love u all so much. Don’t forget to join the taglist, you can find the other drabbles on my masterlist, & part 3 of Salvatore coming soon!

-em<3

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Javi loves when you take charge—God, it just makes him laugh. He watches you, faithful that you’re in control while you ride him, fingers coiling weakly around his neck. “Gonna come for me, Peña?” He lets your imagination run wild until he grows impatient, sitting up to crush you between his arms, fucking up into you at his signature brutal pace. “Where’s all that tough talk now, hermosa?” He sounds so soft, so gentle compared to the thrust of his hips—snapping to bruise against the supple skin of your thighs. You never know how he manages to last so long, only that by the time his hot seed is leaking down between your legs, you’re barely conscious, barely human, and squirming away from those fingers—that cock—stealing non-stop orgasms from your core. He’s only satisfied once you’re reduced to his personal little plaything.

“Where you goin’, baby? I’m not fuckin’ done with you.”

Stepdad!Joel catching you and your boyfriend messing around in your bedroom; “Get out,” he growls, holding the door open as the young man scurries out, averting Miller’s violent gaze with his own downcast, darting eyes, hurriedly tucking himself back into his pants. Shame spreads like the wings of a Monarch across your heating cheeks. “Joel—I—” but he’s already too close, shaking his head in disappointment as he unhooks the buckle of his belt. “Didn’ think you were like that, baby…” and he’s pinning your shoulders down, covering your mouth with his calloused hand, muffling your protests to keep your little lesson private. “Pay attention, angel. F’you’re gonna act like a slut, you’re gonna get used like one, too.” Joel is huge, he stretches you far, far wider than your boyfriend ever could. When he bottoms out between your tight, silken walls, you can’t help your cry of surprise, of pain—of reluctant ecstasy. “Sshh, baby—don’t scream, don’t scream.”

“M’doin’ you a favour, see? Think you don’t fuckin’ deserve this?”

It had been ages since you’d last seen him. He’d gotten himself disciplinary leave—some shady business with an anti-Escobar group of vigilantes. But he’s back now (as your boss, no less) and so is that stupid-old-crush. And God, does he ever look good, sulking around in those navy fitted suits. Your heart had lurched when he’d recognized you—“Nice seeing a familiar face around here, ‘specially a pretty one like yours”—but working late tonight, finally on your way out the door, he commands it to a full stop when a worn-down, stressed-out Javier Peña calls you back into his office. “I-I don’t have a ride home, sir—I can’t miss the last bus,” as he dips down to brush kisses to the side of your throat, as his hands caress the valley of your waist, as he lifts you onto his desk, carelessly scattering confidential affidavits, narco-profiles, ball-point pens. “Oh, but you won’t last long, cariño—I promise,” and you believe him, because his thumb on that delicate, throbbing bud already beckons, pulls, drags you towards oblivion. Sooner or later, he would’ve had you like this—spread open on lacquered oak; thighs trembling in the cradle of his grip; fingers, helpless, tugging at his collar as his own curl inside you. You’re learning a new language: Javier’s native tongue.

“Not gonna say ‘no’ to your boss, now, are you, sweetheart?”

Slapping brat-tamer!Joel across the face after he spends hours teasing your dripping cunt; feeling him ripple with lust-soaked aggression when he finally pulls his damp cock from its drag-and-circle strokes against your clit. “Joel—fuck me, already,” and he claps the back of his hand across your cheekbone, yanks you down the mattress, settles himself to tower, cock in hand, right above your face. He wrenches your lips apart, slaps his length against your awaiting tongue—“Watch your mouth”—eyes alight with caution, irritation, warning. So, you respond, “Fuck you.” A big ol’ fist yanks you up by your hair—you know you’re being punished when he stuffs your filthy mouth oh-so-full with his length. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Every pained choke, the pressure of your hands pushing against the merciless, quick snaps of his thighs—it’s Joel Miller’s favourite kind of apology. He’s nonchalant, deceptively casual when he says it: “Nah, you don’t needa breathe—”

“—You’re gonna stop bein’ such a brat, or you’re gonna gag on an old man’s cock ‘til it fuckin’ kills y’a… whichever comes first, angel.”

On those rare nights he found himself alone, Javi liked to jack off, a glass of whiskey in his free hand. Sometimes with porn, most often without. When he did use the tapes, however, his go-to featured a dark haired man brutally fucking a girl into the dented pillows of a worn-in couch—God, she looked just like you. The real ‘you’ that was tough, incorruptible, a bit high-strung, and completely self-denying becomes a needy, cock-drunk mess at 6:12. Split wide open, taking it so rough, she whines, “You’re g’na m-make me come all—all over your c-cock.” If Javi doesn’t finish right then, he always does around the eleven minute mark, when her cheeks puff up around his fat tip, glassy eyes coming alive with that familiar, feminine devotion to male pleasure. When a forceful hand drags her lips down a long length of cock, that’s when Javi doesn’t stand a chance; he hangs off her every muffled, desperate word (and Christ, does her voice ever sound like yours): “Use me—please—use me, use me, use me.” In his twisted, sex-addled mind, he’s answering you, warm spend dripping onto thick, coiled fingers:

“I want to—fuck, wanna use every square inch of you, baby.”

The Jackson commune required all adults to take shifts patrolling the community; you’d been paired up with a far older, far more experienced, and far more… volatile partner. He rarely made conversation, but he got on with your dad, so it seemed like a good pairing, one that might teach you a thing or two—a rational decision. It wasn’t. Very quickly, you’d noticed his near tangible stares of hunger, the way his fingers clenched into white-knuckle-fists every time the weather warmed and your clothing got shorter—tighter. Soon, you’d made up your mind: you needed Joel. “Stop fuckin’ teasin’” he’d growled under the blood-orange glow of the southern sunset, grasping your flattened palm and moving it from its suggestive position on his chest, “M’not givin’ it to you.” Creeping in close, running your thumb across the sparse, silver-flecked hairs peppering his rigid jaw: “But I’ll be so good, Miller—I’ll listen, I can beg for it, too—please, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“S’exactly the problem, darlin’. Jus’ one touch n’ I’d have you doin the dirtiest things for me… Fuck, wouldn’t be able to look your old man in the eye for months.”

Bonus Fluff:

Thank God they’d managed to stop the outbreak. It had felt like the end, at first, with the government-mandated lockdowns, people hoarding toilet paper and Lysol, going stir-crazy behind closed doors. And thank God for your neighbour, Joel Miller, who’d become something like your rock throughout those terrifying weeks. He’d never been close with your emotionally distant parents (really, who was?) but you were friends with his daughter, so he’d always treated you like one of his own. Until one Friday night, when you’d fallen asleep watching TV with Sarah and woken up to the thrum of your heart pounding against your ribs, beige walls closing in tight, the beginnings of a panic attack cresting throughout your shaking body. “S’okay, s’okay,” and he’d been there, cradling you in those blue-collar arms, cooing wispy, gentle comforts into the crook of your neck. The memory was mostly haze—but you kept the ghostly caresses of his finger tips smoothing the tense muscles beneath your skin, the near-kisses he’d brushed to your forehead, throat, and cheeks, and especially his look of restraint as he’d replaced your restrictive clothes with his own oversized tee. The next morning, you’d come to in his bed, nose nestled into the crumpled folds of his black t-shirt. Heat blossomed across your cheeks as the sunrise brought realization’s dawn upon you. “You jus’ wouldn’ calm down—” Joel’s concern had overwhelmed his tone as his thumb traced the apex of your cheekbone.

“Jus’ couldn’t stand to see you so… upset, sweetheart. Holdin’ you’s the only thing that seemed to do you any good.”

It took months of dating before Javi had been willing to surrender any personal information, any vulnerable thoughts to you. Christ, just learning his father’s name had felt like cracking the Da Vinci code. Instead of talking, whenever he got sad, angry, or upset, he soothed himself by stripping you down, shoving you onto all fours or holding your mouth open between his thumb and index—either one worked just as well. Somewhere down the line, you’d learnt that splitting you open left him more inclined to open up, himself. “Why is it always rough when you’re… unhappy?” It’s a timid question, posed with your cheek laid against his shoulder. First, he asks if you really want to hear the answer. Then, he responds with his eyes closed, shy strokes up and down the length of your spine. “Guess I like the control—feel so fuckin’ out of it when shit gets to me.” You go silent, startled by his honesty. “Does it bother you?” and he sounds nervous, concerned. “No,” you say passionately, ardently. “I like knowing I can help.” Smooth and quick, Javi cups your cheeks, pulling you up to straddle him and laying a fierce kiss at the altar of your swollen lips.

“You single-handedly brought me back to life, baby. Got no fuckin’ clue how much you do for me, every damn day.”

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ask-duotale-b2fc · 18 days

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The 9th Undertale Anniversary...

WOOT The big piece is FINALLY done! And just like every year, we came in clutch just before the deadline, but this time it was due to commissions taking over August, wheeze (a lot of ppl want comics from us smh smh).

Tbh I'm surprised we didn't lose everyone yet to Pokemon AUs, Genshin Impact, or peeps turning Deltarune exclusive lmao. Glad some of ya are still hanging around. Let's hope it stays that way for more years to come :3

ANYWAYS, ALL of the credits are here, I'll try to put them in some kind of order.

Also, here's a server full of undertale nerds, I guess lol

Front (left to right)

@marlette-au (pink and purple sweater goat child)

@theshiningdiamond (Chara with the black wings; told you we'd pay ya back for Art Fight lol)

@hiccuppop (White goat Chara)

Middle(left to right)

@chaos-le-mieux (errors galore Chara)

@susartwork (red eared bunny frisk)

@underplayercomic (underplayer, ofc lol)

@chaos-le-mieux (Arctic candycane monsterkid)

@susartwork (red eared Chara)

@jago-blog (Sea green Chara)

Back(left to right)

@ask-dcf (squeaker and poncho)

@lost-skid (monochrome & hoodie frisk)

@hiccuppop (sheep frisk with hotdogs)

@gary (tem with bow)

@chaos-le-mieux (purple+black azzy)

Anyone who wasn't credited are obviously our own. That's it I believe!!

Oh! And here's the file to download so it can be nice and HQ for it's intended purposes uwu

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togamest · 10 days

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❝ Run into the bright lights most nights, now or never / Always and forever, the last day alive. ❞

word count: 3,944 content: afab!reader, alcohol consumption, oral sex (reader!receiving), penetrative sex, first meetings a/n: first chapter of the long-awaited series, woot! hope you guys enjoy. this will be crossposted to ao3, but will only be accessible if you have an ao3 account for privacy <3

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There’s boxes strewn around your room in your midst of moving out. You had no idea you’d have so much cardboard stored away as you tear the tape with your teeth, closing one of the final storage compartments and sighing, feeling the last of the packing up slide off your shoulders.

There’s one box that you haven’t picked, yet. It’s been closed and sealed for a long time, dust collecting on the top of it. It’s a bit beaten up too, smaller than the other hefty moving boxes.

You know what’s in there. Every time you notice it, your curiosity peaks; hope returns.

You swat it away physically, as if the thought existed in the air around your head and that would help you forget it, and repeat the sentence you’ve been telling yourself for months now.

Don’t open the box.

Because then, you have to face the truth.

The truth that it’s all over.

Tears prick at your eyes. This time, you’re worn down; you’re stressed out, you’re sad, you’re torn apart and attempting to pick up the pieces and shove them into a U-Haul that will take you across the country. Away from all of this, away from the sadness that you’ve collected. Away from the bridges you’ve burned; not entirely your fault, though. It’s the fault of the man who wears those stupid orange sunglasses and bright green eyes, the softest smile tugging at his lips as he looks at you like you’re a star.

And this time, you finally cave. The box cutters are in your hand before you even realize, tearing open the small box and seeing the journal pages spill out.

You pick up the one titled SUMMERTIME in large black letters, sitting back against the wall. You have a few hours before you have to sleep; why not immerse yourself so you can finally let go, once and for all?

It couldn’t hurt, right?

As you begin to read, you’re thrown into a memory you’ve attempted to forget.

The start, after all, is the best part.

The summer sun is warm on your face when you step out of your villa.

Greece was lovely this time of year, the soft ocean breeze tickling your face and causing a slight burn in your nose from the salt. Everything was so blue, photos could never have done it justice. You’d taken so many disposables, but nothing could compete with seeing the view with your own eyes. The pretty blue roofs of Santorini stood out starkly against the white alabaster walls as you make your way down the stairs, two at a time.

Your beach bag is heavy against your back as you finally reach the sands, the warmth of them squeezing in between your toes as you adventure out, grabbing an open chair with some shade. Pale as you were, the sun would not be kind to your skin even with the layers of sunscreen you had caked on mere minutes before. Your hat protected most of your face, as did your sunglasses as you lean back, sighing at the relief that came with finally resting on the chair by yourself.

As the hours tick by, you take notice of a certain someone staring at you across the beach.

He’s cute, you think to yourself behind your sunglasses. He’s tall, black hair and green eyes standing out starkly against his pale skin. He’s sunburned, his shoulders sticking to his frame having just left the ocean. His hair is slicked to his neck, droplets sliding down his face as he sits, his sunglasses perched on his face. They’re translucent and a pretty orange; but they do nothing to hide his gaze from you.

Blushing, you choose to look away, picking up your book from the bag you’ve brought along with you. It’s a good read, something about magic and twists of fate; you’re almost finished it, every page gripping you as tightly as it can. It’s a good excuse to look away from the man who has clearly picked up on you staring at him, because you can feel his eyes pricking at your skin. You don’t look back at him; you’re not really in the mood for conversation.

You sip your beer as you continue to read, the sun crossing the sky faster than you realize. Before you know it, it’s sunset, the sky ablaze with colors of orange, yellow and red. Night drifts across the horizon in deep purple, and you yawn, stretching, before beginning to pack up. Amidst your packing, you completely miss the footfalls that land on the sand, approaching you from behind.

“Hey there.”

Your bloodstream feels like it’s on fire as you jump and turn around, nearly spilling your packed bag as you manage to choke out an apology (for what? you ask yourself, he’s the one disturbing you) but being captivated by his eyes. They’re so much more green up close, and he’s much taller. He towers above you, looking down at you, the dying sun’s rays turning his skin a pretty tan.

Wow.

His hand scratches the back of his head as he suddenly appears shy, and you blink, hoping that you’re pretending seeing blush crawl up his neck and across his cheeks. “Saw you starin’ at me all day today,” he admits finally. His voice is nice; it’s smooth and slow, like a gentle breeze weaving through your ears.

You gulp. “S-Sorry about that, didn’t mean to be weird—”

He waves you off, grinning. His teeth are so white. “Nah, not weird. I get that a lot.”

There’s a beat of silence between you two, as if neither of you know what to say next. He doesn’t seem to want to speak the words that are clearly bubbling around in his head, and you’re still confused as to why he’s even over here. Your mind drifts to the bath that’s awaiting you back at the villa; you’d just gotten a few lavender bath bombs delivered today from room service. It’s going to smell so good—

“So, uh, was wondering. If you got plans, ‘s fine, but my friends and I were gonna go to one of the bars ‘round here for some drinks later. You wanna come?”

Your mind races at top speed. Is he…asking me on a date? No, he can’t be. It’s with his friends. It’s just a group outing. He’s just being nice. Is this weird? Is he gonna kidnap me?

You choose to say none of those things, and instead forgo the idea of the bath. It’ll be there for when you’re back, and possibly will feel ten times better when you’re drunk. “Sure,” you nod, “I’ll go. That’s awfully nice of you to invite a stranger.”

His smile grows wider. “Yeah, well, I wanna get t’ know the cutie that’s been oglin’ me all damn day. You seem different than the folks I stick around. I like it.”

Your skin prickles at that comment. Different. You hadn’t gotten a good look at his friends, but you sure would tonight, you suppose.

Numbers are exchanged, as well as drop-off locations, and you part ways, watching him wander back to his group as they finish packing up. He seems to be the loner of the group, oddly enough; nodding to one of the shorter members with wily, curly brown hair and wide brown eyes, chattering excitedly over what you can only assume is about the eventful evening you’re all about to have. There’s no additional partners in sight; you heft your bag over your shoulder, hoping that there’s at least someone else that’s, well, more like you.

A stranger.

The bar that’s written out in the text message glaring up at you is relatively simple. It’s a tiki bar, really, with low lights and a calmer atmosphere than some of the clubs further down the boulevard. Blue, purple, yellow and green slowly flicker across the walls decorated with license plates from all over the country, which leads into an open-air space with soft neon lights, beat up wooden seats and a cobblestone floor. It was…quaint, to put a word to it.

You can't miss the stranger sitting at the bar, orange-tinted glasses low on his nose as he nurses what looks like a juice box. You approach him, ignoring his friends who have perked up behind him, having seen you already. The one you'd seen on the beach with the curly hair looks especially interested, and the growing burn on your neck is becoming difficult to ignore as you muster up the bravery to slide into a seat next to him.

The stranger glances over, before a lazy smile breaks across his face. You get a better look at what he's drinking; it's a soda, blue in color, with unreadable Japanese text on the label. "Juice at a bar?" you comment, and he chuckles, the rumble making your cheeks feel warm.

"Yeah. I don't drink."

There's something unsaid there, but you choose to ignore it, ordering yourself a fruity cocktail from the bartender. You can feel him staring at you, pretty emerald eyes digging into your skin as you take a sip from your drink, sighing as the tropical flavors gush across your tongue, putting you a little more at ease.

"You like fruity shit like that? Seems like we got somethin' in common."

You turn to him. "Normally I'd go for a beer, but…I'm nervous."

He cocks his head. "You, nervous? Whatcha mean? You spent all day starin' at me and now ya got cold feet?"

The blush on your cheeks is so warm that you feel like you could light a fire with it as you look away, scowling. "Well, I wasn't expecting you to come over and talk to me!" you exclaim, taking another long sip of your drink. God, rum tasted so good to you right now. It was exactly what you needed with the ball of anxiety in your stomach.

The stranger takes a moment of pause, before huffing. "Fair play," he gruffly responds back, "but now you know. At least you look cute with your cheeks all red like that." There's a tug of a smile at the edges of his mouth, though, pushing the teasing tone. You don't know how to respond — instead, you change the subject after realizing your mouth is ajar like a goldfish.

"What's your name? I never got it."

"Togame. Jo Togame."

You swirl your straw in your drink. "Togame. Japanese?"

He nods.

"You on holiday, I'm guessing?"

He nods again. "Out with my friends, who you saw on the beach w'me. Jus' had to get outta Tokyo for a little while, clear my head, and this felt like the best place. Feels good since I met you, too. You seem…different."

Different?

It's no secret that you are a little different. I mean, how many other people go on holiday alone? Solo traveling must seem so strange to someone who has so many friends, you think to yourself as the rum hits your tongue once more. The ice has melted, which waters down the taste as you suck up the rest of the liquid through the pink straw that's been placed in your cup.

"Good different, or bad different?"

He doesn't hesitate. "Good. It's good. I like it."

The conversation devolves into small talk; you learn that he works retail, in a boba tea store back at home. One of the friends he's come with, the one with the curly hair, owns the place. "Choji," he says, gently, as if the name has a deeper meaning behind it, a fonder emphasis, "was my first friend. I couldn't let him open it and watch it fail. I had to help him." He speaks about the shop like it's his child. You write down the name of it in your phone — if you're ever in Japan, you make a note to visit sometime.

The night progresses steadily on, and the clock on your wrist grows past midnight. You barely noticed, four rum punches deep as your cheeks burn from the alcohol, no longer embarrassed, allowing yourself to laugh at his jokes and giggle at his advances. He's loosened up as well, a third blue raspberry soda in his hand, his hand resting on your thigh with a feather-light touch. So light that you almost pretend you don't feel it; but you can't ignore the way it lights up your nerves.

"Wanna get outta here?"

Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. "Right now? It's almost one in the morning, I should—"

"—go home?" He cuts you off with a knowing look in his eyes. "At least let me walk you home, yeah? Can't have you gettin' lost around here, and I'd feel bad knowin' I abandoned you. You've kept me good company tonight."

You look down at your empty cup, contemplating. You can feel the invitation to bring him inside your hotel room growing, but you decide to wait until after the walk to choose what you want to do. Who knows? Maybe he'll say something offensive and you won't have to worry about denying his advance and feeling bad.

Something tells you he won't, though.

And it's not the look that Choji and his other friends give him as you both leave the bar, Togame waving at them from afar.

Definitely not.

The walk home is relatively long; but Togame makes you feel like it passes in an instant. His hand moves to your back as you walk next to him, chattering away about what tourist attraction you're planning on seeing next. The heat from his palm makes your back feel warm, fighting away the chill of the night as you brush your hands along your arms, a shiver coursing down your spine.

"You cold?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No, it's fine—"

You're cut off with a squeak as he removes his orange jacket, emblazoned with a tribal-style tiger head on the back, around your shoulders. It's large, two or three sizes too big with the sleeves extending far beyond your hands. You push the sleeves up, huffing. "Well, just for the record, I didn't need this, okay?" you say, scowling, and Togame laughs, his head falling back as his hand leaves your back, being replaced by his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

Silence falls again, the only sounds the buzzing of the street lights and the far off lapping of waves against the shore. The moon is high in the sky, bright and full, casting a pretty glow among the villas. It's ethereal; no picture you could take with your camera or your phone would do it justice. You'll have to rely on your memory to recall it again; however fleeting it may be.

You close your eyes for a moment, Togame's arm around you warming you along with the jacket around your shoulders. Salty sea smell stings at your nose, and his cologne (tastefully faint) drifts throughout your breath that you take.

"Oi, eyes on the road. You're gonna trip 'n fall doin' that."

Your eyes flash open, and you look up at him with a scrunched face, meeting his amused look. "I was just…" you trail off.

Do I tell him? That's way too fast, right? That's weird…right?

"Just what?"

Fuck it.

You sigh. "Just…capturing this moment in time. I'm…I feel happy. For once. Forgot what this felt like."

Togame doesn't respond, and you avert your gaze, terrified of the look you're expecting to find. Instead, you feel him grip you just a little bit harder, pulling you a little bit closer.

"Me too."

It's just words. He doesn't mean that. He just met you today, for heaven's sake!

But it still gives you solace. This is why you traveled solo here. Meeting new people, taking a chance, adventuring out…you feel free. You feel in control for once. In control of how this night will go, even at almost two in the morning. And who better to have around than the man that you've hit it off with? There's a sense of familiarity there, with Togame; it's like you've met somewhere else before, somewhere you don't remember or recall. He feels…

You blink.

He feels like home.

You don't bother shaking that feeling off anymore. Who cares if it makes you cling to him? Who cares if it makes you a little desperate as you walk up to your villa's door, his arm removing itself from his shoulder as he hangs back, eyes burning into the back of your neck. He won't say it, though; you've only known him a short time, but Togame doesn't seem like the desperate kind. You almost wish he was; but it feels refreshing to know that whatever choice you make, he seems to be happy with simply knowing you, even if only for a short time.

The key is in the lock before you pause, turning around. "Togame—"

You meet his eyes.

Whoa.

They're dark, a deep forest green as opposed to the emerald color you'd seen earlier. It's not want, necessarily; although you do identify it there. It's more wistful, more nostalgic. Longing, perhaps? Either way, it makes your thighs unconsciously press together.

And in that moment, you decide.

The song playing in your headphones from the beach echoes in your ears.

Live like it's your last day alive.

Now or never.

You gulp. "Did…did you want to come in?"

His eyes dart down to look at your lips, one of his hands brushing against your cheek. "Yeah," he breathes out, "but first…can I kiss you?"

Fuck it, you think to yourself for the second time. I deserve this.

You nod, and his lips crush against yours.

From there, it's a whirlwind. You can barely concentrate on what's happening as the door closes, his lips attached to your own, rum and blue raspberry and floral tones being shared between you as you stumble back to the bed. His arms wrap around you, one hand pressed against the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, dipping you onto the bed gracefully. You moan as one of his thighs gets in between your own, rubbing at your mound.

"Fuck."

His voice is raspy, shot through with want as he moves down to your neck, licking and nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Your breath hitches, fingers deep in his hair as you feel yourself unconsciously rutting against his thigh. It's huge compared to your own; he's strong, you can feel it in his muscles above you as he gently moves against you on the bed.

"Oh, fuck."

This time, it's you breathing a curse as his hand leaves your lower back, pushing your shorts and underwear down easily as his thick fingers gently move through your folds. Your clit begins to ache; everything feels so intoxicating right now, you feel like you're floating. Your head is light as Togame's mouth moves from his spot on your neck down to your chest, tugging your top down and his tongue darting out to brush against a hardened nipple.

He makes a noise as he runs his fingers through your folds again, all the way up to your clit, which makes your hips jolt and you let out a soft moan. His eyes are on you like a predator, sunglasses centimeters from falling off his face as he sucks and swirls his tongue around your nipple. "You're so wet already," he whispers against you, "wanna taste you so bad. Can I?"

You have a moment of confusion. This man, whose already gotten you mostly undressed, asking to eat you out? Not just…doing it? Asking for permission? The coil in your stomach tightens so quickly as you realize how attractive that is. How badly you'd wanted the people you'd slept with to just ask, instead of assume.

You can barely form words with so many sensitive points on your body being practically bullied, so you nod.

His hand moves up to cup your breast, rolling your nipple with his thumb as he dives down, tongue lapping at you.

It's electric, his sudden movement, and you arch up into his mouth. His other hand comes down to press against your hip, keeping you from squirming upwards as he devours you. It's insane how good he is at this; his tongue dances across your folds, flicking up to lap and suck at your clit, then down to prod at your sopping hole. It's maddening, you think to yourself as your nails dig into his hair. It's maddening how good he is at this; how much you've been missing.

What are the fucking odds you'd land such a gold mine? While traveling alone?

Your thoughts are interrupted by Togame's voice against you, rumbling. The vibration has your legs tightening around his head, and you just realize how close you are. "Fuck, 'm close," you say to him, and he nods, continuing his movements. "I know," he says, and your head falls back as you moan at the sheer confidence exuding from him, "I can feel it. You're fuckin' soaking, baby. All f'me, too. You taste so fucking good, you know that? So good—"

His tongue flicks against you just right, and the wave inside you crests.

Your eyes snap open. "Togame, I'm gonna—"

He rumbles. "I know. Cum for me, baby."

You've never been one to cum on command, but God, the way he says it has you gushing all over him with a cry. He happily laps it up, too, murmuring how good you are and how beautiful you look beneath him, twitching and squirming as your climax rips through your body like a freight train. You're seeing stars, your body feeling light as air as your muscles contract and relax, stuttering as your high abates.

All of his movements stop, and you feel him disappear. A whine escapes your throat at the loss of contact, but it's cut off as his mouth presses against your own, tongue rubbing against your own. You can taste yourself on him, the gentle tang sharp on your taste buds as he groans. His hard-on presses against your thigh, and you tense. It's big.

"Can I—"

"—fuck me?" you finish his sentence, out of breath as he pulls away.

He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. "No, I can't fuck you. That would be ruining the masterpiece underneath me."

You're completely unprepared for what he says next, your mouth ajar to retort back, some strength returning to you until his thumbs hook into the waistband of his pants. He gives you a knowing look; there it is again, that feeling of nostalgia. That feeling that he's going to take care of you. That you want him to take care of you.

The energy is electric. You don't want it to stop, and when he speaks again, your mind goes blank.

"I'm going to worship you like you deserve. Like it's our last day alive together. Like we've known each other for years. Like you're the only thing that matters to me."

You don't dwell on the implications of his statements—you're too fucked out to even try as his bare cock, a dusting of curly black hair around the base, nudges against your wetness. All you know is that you need him. You need him bad.

And as he enters you, his cock stretching you just right, it feels like coming home.

It feels like heaven.

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kithtaehyung · 10 months

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[ 3tan11/3tan12 ] woot woot! final decisions have been made and i’m excited to share them bc my brain and body just took the biggest dang sigh of relief😅

3tan11 will be its own part now, and what was supposed to be the second half will now be 3tan12 to make tagging things easier!

3tan11 will be posted on sunday (12/3), and the word count is 17.7k final draft before serious editing (which i will take the rest of tonight and this weekend to do)

3tan12 is currently 10k and will end up around 15-17k, making both a whopping 34-35k total😭 hence the need for more time to really make sure each part is done the best way possible!

this being said, 3tan12 doesn’t have a definitive posting date bc i wanna post it when i am happy with it, but i have a strong feeling it will still drop within the month or early january🍊

yoongi’s interlude: fugue is still slated to be posted after both 3tan11 and 3tan12🤍

honestly, y’all, it’s just been a week💀 there’s been a bunch of Life happening to sum it up. but i’m realizing that i’m forcing a lot of this out just to meet a deadline that can most certainly move and change. now that i’m giving myself real time, both halves are gonna be infinitely more thought out and cared for before posting. which is better for y’all in the end.

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ravenart357 · 1 year

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Finally got the final sketch done. Woot woot!

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astarionancuntnin · 2 months

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Die For You (Chapter 10)

summary: life takes its normal course once again (as normal as it can be after Virric), and you learn to live with the haunting memories of what you had to go through

rating: T

word count: 3k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, reader is tav)

cw: mentions of trauma, hurt/comfort. full list on ao3

a/n: surprise drop in the middle of the week because this chapter was not expected, also last chapter was rough emotionally so im hoping this one soothes yall! (shadowheart makes a comeback woot woot)

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It will take a while

To make you smile

Somewhere in these eyes

I'm on your side

Your return was… harsh.

Astarion had even asked — no, begged — Shadowheart to come visit. He knew threats wouldn't work on her, and with your shared history, he thought it would do you some good to see her again. He insisted it was because of her healing knowledge, to take a look at you and make sure you had no remaining injuries, but she had seen right through it. He was worried about you, and couldn't keep it hidden underneath his allures of mighty vampire lord. At first, he promised her everything she wanted just to come and see you, and she was reluctant after your last discussion, but when the cleric saw how desperate he was, she indulged him — it's not everyday that you see the Vampire Ascendant beg. Even if she didn't approve of his choices, or yours for that matter, she still cared, and she put aside her grudge to come visit you.

Most of your cuts had indeed completely healed up after drinking another portion of Astarion’s blood. His blood offered you more power and clarity, better healing properties, and reinforced your bond, even if the later was the least of your concerns. Astarion didn’t want to pry, but in moments where you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, as if your very voice had been stripped from you, your mutual connection had proven beneficial. You were able to reach out to him, if only to say “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” It didn't stop him from worrying the most.

Deep down, you knew, and you felt it through your bond, he still felt guilty for what had happened to you, even if he didn’t want to show it too obviously, as he didn’t want to make you feel lesser for what you had gone through. He knew you wouldn’t accept any pity and it would only insult you if he started treating you as such. You just wanted to go back to being… you.

And such a thing almost felt impossible now, not with the way you could still feel what Virric had carved into your skin, even with all your injuries gone. The memories themselves were forever carved in your memory, as they had been in your flesh. Whore, he had written over your arm; Plaything, he had written over the other, and to your utmost disgust, he had carved Pet over your chest. While you were there and the wounds would heal, he would retrace them until they were bleeding all over again.

Astarion had felt it all, and made a promise to never use the pet name again.

—

With her blessing, along with Astarion’s recommendation, you finally took up Shadowheart’s invitation to join her on her next adventure, something you should've done a while ago.

“Some fresh air would do you wonders,” she had said. “Plus, you could use some time in the sun. You look awfully pale.” Her attempt at humour had helped ease you into it.

Being outside, taking time away from the politics of a Lord’s life, and reconnecting with Shadowheart helped you greatly. You two spoke and after explaining to her everything that had happened until you met again, she understood better and dialed back her previous judgements, at least slightly. You had done what you thought was right, and sacrificed your mortality for the greater good, in the same way you had put your life on the line when you faced the netherbrain.

“I understand why you did it,” she said. “I just wish I had received your letter before you made that decision. I could've helped, made you reconsider.” There was a pause when she realised when you had sent word for her, how long ago it felt. “Maybe you would've never had to meet Virric.”

Some part of you wished it, too. But the rest of you were glad of your transformation despite the history related to it. You don't think you would've survived in that dungeon if it hadn't been for your new lifestyle, and you wouldn't have reconnected with Astarion without also having to face Virric. What’s done is done, and there is no point in lingering on what could’ve been, you told yourself, echoing the words Astarion had told you once upon a time, it’s up to me to do my best with the hand I was dealt.

—

You had a lot to consider after everything that had happened. After Virric, and the mention of your parents who, according to him, had also been on the lookout for you, you weren’t sure if you wanted to linger any longer as a member of the high society in Baldur’s Gate. It would be like walking right into a lion’s den; you didn’t know who else you would face that had alliances with Virric or your parents, who else could benefit from bringing back their fugitive daughter, who else could potentially buy your hand to fulfil their own agendas. You thought it would be best if you spent time away from the city — days or months, you didn’t know — just, time away. At least until the recent events were forgotten by the locals.

“Take the time you need,” Astarion had said. “I��ll be here when you come back. Always.”

There was still this lingering fear that your parents would keep trying to get back to you even with your betrothed dead — which, contrary to what he had supposed, no one really looked into. Shadowheart had helped cover up the murder after knowing what he had done, and spread the news — with the help of her Selunite sisters — that a group of bandits had gotten back to him and his partners for double-crossing them, and no one questioned it. That told you everything you needed to know about him and his schemes. Good riddance.

But, as opposed to him, your parents were still very much alive. They weren’t located in Baldur’s Gate, thank the Gods, but they were alive nonetheless, somewhere, and potentially also looking for you. You had no news about them, but Astarion promised to look into them while you were gone, and to be by your side if you wanted to wipe them from the surface of Faerun if that was your wish. He continuously showed his support in ways that were very typically him.

Astarion was right about your bond; it did extend to great distances, so much so that it made you wonder how far you needed to be for it to truly be inaccessible. The only thing that made it falter, you noticed, was when you were weakened by injuries or tired, which explained how you struggled to reach him when you were in the dungeons.

He respected the distance you needed, only trying to reach out a few times while you were away, as the bond could only work with the consent of both parties; if you refused him, he couldn’t linger in your mind, just as if he was unavailable, he wouldn’t be able to answer back to you. Truth be told, Astarion always made the time for you when you initiated the connection. It didn't matter if he was yet at another gathering, an important meeting, or busy in his office; if he felt you reaching out, he opened his mind to you.

He would never deny you — he had said — would never abandon you. And he kept true to his word.

—

You thought you would never be able to be yourself anymore, or be the same person you were before, anyway. Some parts of you had died in that dungeon; the innocence, or rather what was left of it, along with your ignorance; those parts of you that blindly believed in the goodness of the world, what pushed you to see the good in people. You spent many days having nothing but dark, negative thoughts for the world surrounding you. Even towards the villagers you helped, Shadowheart had to take care of socialising while you were brooding not too far from them. You thought killing more evil creatures would help you, but it only got you in a darker place, had you thinking, Why do they get to be saved when I wasn’t spared? When I still have to live with what was done to me? How is this fair?

Your friend had noticed your mood and had to pull you aside, she wouldn’t let you wander down that path of darkness if she had something to say about it.

“Take the bad days along with the good ones, but don't let them overshadow every aspect of your life. Remember to find the light within the darkness.”

Damn her and her history with Shar. She was right, and you were truly blessed to have her by your side; she knew just the right words to bring you back towards that light.

—

Slowly but surely, you came back to your old self. Well, as much as you could, trauma aside.

Some nights were more difficult than others. When you were left alone with your thoughts, and the itch to scratch your skin where you remembered he had touched you came back to you, you couldn't close your eyes without seeing him. It got so bad that Shadowheart agreed to cast sleep on you on the worst nights to force the thoughts away. Thanks to your vampiric nature, you didn’t dream; you were finally starting to see the silver lining to your immortality, and embracing it fully.

After a few tendays, you eventually noticed that the scars from your time with Virric had finally fully faded, and through your continuous feeding of Astarion’s rations of his blood — solely for healing purposes, as you were not interested in boar blood — Virric’s presence on your body had completely vanished. The new wounds you got in your latest battles covered the ones you had suffered under his hand, and soon enough, you weren’t able to make a difference between the two, as they healed and faded together, leaving you only with your bite mark from Astarion.

From time to time you indulged in a little banter with Astarion through your bond, he gave you some news about how things were going back at the palace, occasionally complaining about the current political drama among the local dirigeants, and you told him about your time spent with Shadowheart. One night you spoke to great lengths about a battle you had the same day. You had managed to find the location of a goblin settlement, and successfully wiped them out. It had been a bloodbath, but it had felt great to be back in your element, fighting on the field. The mention of the messy fight had Astarion tell you about the aftermath of your fight with Virric the night of the soiree.

“Really, you made a mess up there. It took four of my spawns to clean every trace of blood there was. They had to scrub the walls and even replace the carpet — without mentioning disposing of the bodies, Gods, they reeked. The flowers from the garden sure helped cover the smell.” He sighed dramatically. “Remind me to never upset you, darling.”

Behind his complaints, you heard a tint of pride. “I’m sorry I stained your carpets, my Lord,” you said, “I’ll make sure to aim for a bucket the next time I slash someone’s throat.”

“That would be most appreciated, dear.”

For the first time in a while, you smiled, a true smile, and you hoped Astarion sensed it.

The next morning, you let Shadowheart know that you’re ready to go home.

—

When you reach the palace, the door is unlocked, just as Astarion had said before. As you walk in, there's something different about the halls, unlike the first time you stepped in, somehow it feels… comforting. It truly feels like home, something you hadn't had the luxury to have these last few years. Something you didn't think you would ever have again. When you finally take in the sight of it, and realise how much this place means to you now, tears swell up your eyes, as the weight you carried around for the past weeks — all the anger, the anxiety, the sorrows — gets lifted off your shoulders at once. You close your eyes, as you let a lone tear go down your cheek, and a smile forms on your lips.

Home.

You hear a familiar voice down the hall say before it rushes towards you and you barely have the time to open your eyes when arms surround you, holding you tightly — only for a brief moment — before they pull away, to take in the sight of Amedee.

She helps you settle back in and assists you with a bath — one that was long overdue, she points out — as she asks you about your trip and requests all the details about it. You tell her the most interesting parts, without skipping over the gory parts, as you know those were oddly the one that interested her the most, and after you're done with your stories, a comfortable silence takes place. It doesn’t last long, as your next words are a question, one you always wondered about that was left unexplained to you, a missing piece in your memory.

“Back at the soiree,” you begin, “What happened after I passed out?”

She takes a deep breath as she washes out your hair, and explains everything that had happened after you lost consciousness during your fight with Virric.

Since she had been the one sent out for your rescue when Astarion couldn't reach out to you, or any other spawn for that matter since he was also affected by your attack, Amedee did everything she could to rescue you; as your personally assigned assistant, it was her responsibility, but also as your friend. When she reached you, Virric was already taking you away and Alaester refused to let her interfere, locking her in this fight with him. When she was finally done with the remaining brother, Virric's trail was cold, leaving her with close to no information on your whereabouts. Your disappearance had taken a great toll on her, and she took it upon herself to do everything she could to help Astarion in finding you.

All the spawns had been instructed to search the town, but their weakness to the sun had prevented them from searching once morning came. It's only after your second communication to Astarion, when you mentioned the damp, cold air, along with the lack of knowledge on the time outside that Amedee brought up the possibility of being hidden away in the sewers. Virric wasn't the strong type; he couldn't have carried you out of the city, so everyone was dispatched to search the sewers. Astarion sent the order to save you and only restrain Virric so he could kill him himself, but using his bond to you, Astarion managed to find you first, with an already very dead Virric.

Hearing her describe the length at which, not only Astarion, but all of them — and especially Amedee — had gone to find you, has your heart tightening in your chest.

When you ask her if she could ever forgive you for that time you knocked her out to run to the tavern, she only asks that you also forgive her for not being able to help you more when you needed it most, as she felt like she had failed you as a friend.

You agree to it, but under the condition that she calls you by your name from now on; no more titles, no more formalities.

She only smiles and nods.

—

Astarion had been out on an errand before you had arrived, and since you kept silent through the bond, he had no idea you were back.

It’s only later in the evening, as he strolls back to his office that he finds his lover lingering in the gardens. When he sees her again for the first time in months, he’s simply stunned. He had patiently been waiting for her return, going over his own ordeal of emotions following the events, and although he had kept his nightly discussions with his consort to purely superficial topics, it didn’t stop him from ruminating on his own following their exchanges. He had wondered what he would tell her once she finally came back — if she came back. There was always the possibility of her deciding to leave, realising that being with him had been a mistake and that she would be better off without him, away from anything that reminded her of her past.

But as he sees her observing the new flowers now adoring the bushes, in yet another dress he had commissioned just for her, no words come to mind. Only awe at the woman she had become, his beloved, strong bride.

—

Although you had preferred pants and shirts in the past, you began enjoying the feeling of casual dresses. Now that you were back to your closet full of clothes made especially for you, and not looking to go adventuring anytime soon, you lost no time changing into one of your newer dresses after your bath. You opted for one that was a paler shade of blue than your previous royal blue ones, adorned by gold vines on the sleeves, and a plunging collar, barely covered by your hair cascading down.

You don't see him at first, too enraptured by the beauty of nature that you didn’t appreciate as much as you should've, when you were mortal. There was now a pond covered in lotus flowers of various colours, which added a spark of life amongst the living dead filling the halls of the Crimson Palace. They had always been your favourite; you wonder if Astarion knew and it was on purpose or simply for their properties, as it was the case for the other flowers surrounding you.

You sit over a rock bench next to the pond, reaching for a lotus to take in its sweet and comforting aroma, while Astarion takes in the sight of you as he leans against the door of the backyard, basking in your immortal beauty a few more seconds, as he didn’t want to break your moment of respite, before forcing himself to declare his presence.

“Hello, my sweet.”

When your eyes meet, your face lights up, and the smile you wear beams brighter than the summer’s sun.

What makes this fragile world go 'round?

Were you ever lost?

Was she ever found?

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namorslutfanfiction · 2 years

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Namor finally gives in to the temptation of one of his talokanil maids.

Woot! Spicy.

Namor x Reader/OC

Summary: Namor had been lusting after you for awhile and one day he finally gives in to temptation. Little did he know you had been feeling the same way.

TW: NSFW SMUT

Namor knows exactly when the infatuation and attraction started. He had been feeling particularly frustrated and restless when he had stumbled upon you and the soldier boy around the palace. The hell fire he had reigned down on the boy when Namor saw him hit you would have petrified anyone. But you had thanked him and had asked for mercy on the boy. You had asked for the King of Talokan to spare the jealous boy who had hit you because you had out done him in training.

That had intrigued Namor to the point of distraction. You had been far more forgiving than anyone should be. Especially to a soldier who should have had more honor. But now Namor sought you out, asked for you to serve him personally rather than the usual maids. He had known of you previously as one of the few who tended the grounds and outskirts of Talokan. But now he wanted you close.

His fascination turned to infatuation. He had gone out of his way to talk to you any time you brought him food or any other essential he requested. He had learned about you and your family. He knew your favorite color and fruit. He saw how the maids respected you and the soldiers showed you courtesy. Namor was even jealous to see you being kind to the soldier boy who hit you.

After coming back to Talokan from a visit to Wakanda, Namor was particularly riled up. The endless teasing of the Ape Man M'baku at the counsel meeting had sharpened Namor's wits to their end. When you came to bring him his nightly necessities, Namor stopped you.

"Wait," the command rang through the room despite the water. You stopped and turned, hoping the king couldn't hear how loud your heart was beating. You had been hiding it for months, how the proximity to your king made your adrenaline run wild and your mouth run dry. You had done your best not to stare at his hands or his bare legs, or his shapely chest. You had tried desperately not to hope that he thought of you each night the way you thought of him; with your hand between your legs and the other muffling your moans.

"Yes, my liege," You replied hesitantly, bowing before your king.

Namor looked at you, bent at the hips towards him. You felt him lay his palm on your head, keeping you slightly bent as he circled you. He was standing behind you now and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. He paused for a moment then pushed his waist against your round ass. You gasped at the feel of him pressed against you.

You stood up straight and Namor's hand came around to gently circle your neck as he pulled you flush against his bare chest. He nuzzled into your hair then used his other hand to pull your braid out of his way so he could smell your neck.

"K'uk'ulkan? Are you alright?" You did your best not to stutter or give in to the overwhelming need to move your ass against him.

"I have been tormented tonight. Not only by that ape M'baku, but by you. I cannot think of anything without thinking of you. I could not spend a day in Wakanda without thinking about what you would think of that grand place. I could not eat at that feast without picturing you eating beside me. He mocked me for not having a queen, but he does not know that I want a queen. That I want a queen that I can give everything to every day and every night." Namor murmured in a low hungry town as he held you against him.

"My King," you gasped as he pulled your hips back against his. His arousal was evident as you felt your own pool between your legs.

"Will you let me give you everything? Will you let me make you my queen? Do you even want that?" Namor's confidence waned as you left his questions unanswered. His grip on you loosened and you felt him lower his head.

"Yes. Please. You don't know how long I've wanted that. But you are my king," You finally stuttered out. You gripped his arm that was at your chest. "I am no one."

Namor let out a growl as he turned you around and pushed you up against the wall, "You, from this moment, are my queen!"

You looked up into his fiery eyes, filled with passion for you. He held your face in his hands, his body flush against you, "K'uk'ulkan, I want you. I have for so long."

That was all the answer Namor needed. He let out a rough moan as he kissed you deeply and passionately. His lips were soft and firm against your own. His hands found yours, intertwining your fingers as he raised them above your head. He pinned you to the wall with one hand while his other pulled down the strap of your dress exposing your shoulder. He leaned down and laved and sucked at your neck and shoulder.

You let out a breathy moan just as Namor nipped at your pulse point. He met your gaze again before capturing your lips in another searing kiss. He let your arms fall and gripped your waist. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while your legs had quickly turned into jelly.

He hitched up your skirt and found your underwear that he pushed roughly to the side. He moaned into your lips as his fingers found your wet cunt. You mewled as he quickly found your clit and circled it with his finger, making you arch into him. He teased your clit slowly and firmly as he pulled your dress down your shoulders to expose your breasts.

Namor's skilled hand worked your wet cunt. Just as he slid a finger into your wet heat he took one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. You keened against him, overwhelmed by the sensations. You gripped his shoulders and cradled his head against your chest as you rocked into his hand.

"Not yet," he whispered against your skin as he pulled his hand away from between your legs. Before you could protest the loss of sensation, Namor brought his hand to your lips. You looked him in the eye as you slowly took the finger that had just been in your pussy, into your mouth. You licked it clean and sucked it hard before letting it go with a pop. Namor's eyes grew impossibly dark with lust.

He tilted your jaw and kissed you again as he pushed his leg between yours and grinded his thigh against your weeping wet core. Words escaped you, all thought emptied from your mind as you rode out your orgasm on his thigh. It came so suddenly that your knees buckled, but Namor kept you pinned against the wall.

"Beautiful, you're so beautiful when you cum," Namor whispered in adoration. He leaned you up against the wall before he fell to his knees before you. With gentle instructions he had you hold your skirts up around your waist while he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. Your glistening cunt was easily accessible to the king's eager mouth.

You looked down into his eyes as he tasted you with the tip of his tongue. Your breath quickly left you as he devoured you and drank every drop of arousal that leaked out of you. He flattened his tongue against your nether lips and explored every fold of skin before finding the bundle of nerves at the apex of your pussy. Namor locked eyes with you before suckling at your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head as your senses were hit with a tidal wave of pleasure.

As your body reacted and began rocking against his face, Namor slid two fingers inside of you. Your hand found his hair and grasped it as you rode his face and hand. Namor moaned against your mound as rolled your hips and clenched your pussy. He was thrusting his fingers in a slow, methodically manner, slightly curling his fingers in a way that was pulling a scream from your lips.

"Yes, my queen, cum for me sweet woman," Namor commanded from his place on his knees. You immediately came undone at the sight of him below you, latching his lips onto your clit as he fucked you with his fingers.

Your legs finally gave out and Namor caught you with such fluidity you didn't realize you had fallen. He removed the dress that was barely covering you, then carried you to his bed. He lay your boneless form onto the bed and began to unbraid your hair. Once done, he propped you up for a moment so that he could take his seat behind you, with your back to his front. You could feel his hard erection pressing into your back and could feel your energy slowly fighting to return.

Namor held you to him. He brushed your hair to sit over one shoulder so he could more easily kiss your neck and earlobe. You were so sensitive still that little whimpers escaped your lips unbidden. His left hand found your breasts, cupping and teasing the nipples. His right hand spread your legs as wide as they would go with his own legs bracketing them. The King captured your lips in another kiss as his fingers found your clit and began drawing lazy circles around it.

"My king," You moaned into his lips, "I want to feel you inside me."

The boldness of the statement made Namor growl. He gripped your hair roughly as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled his lips away you took initiative. You took his fingers from your pussy and brought them to your mouth, sucking on them seductively. You took the opportunity, as he stared transfixed on your lips around his fingers, to turn around. You continued to suck and lick his fingers while your hands found those enticing green shorts and slid them off his body.

Your hands circled his girthy cock and mimicked the movement of your mouth on his fingers. A bead of precum dripping from his tip was used to slicken his shaft. Not able to take it much longer, Namor pulled his fingers from your mouth, gripped your jaw and pulled you into another searing kiss.

You wasted no time in straddling the king's lap and rocking your wet cunt against his shaft, "Please, K'uk'ulkan, my king, take me. I am yours."

Namor gripped your hips and guided you onto his hard cock. Your slow descent as you took him in was excruciating but gratifying. Struggling not to lose control, Namor paused, leaning his forehead against yours as you settled into his lap, his cock fully seated inside your hot core.

"In reina, my queen, everything, you can have all of me," Namor mumbled nearly incoherent as he basked in the feel of being joined with you. No sleepless nights on his own and with his fantasies could have prepared him for this feeling of pleasure and contentment.

You started rocking your hips first, and Namor followed your rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of your love making. Neither of you could mask your shameless moans of pleasure. The feel of his thick cock pumping into you from below was so filling that you might weep. He fisted your hair and kissed you hard as he took control and snapped his hips into yours with vigor.

His thumb found your swollen clit as he pounded into your weeping pussy. The orgasm hit you like a train. You tossed your head back as you clenched down, stars showing in your vision. But Namor did not relent. He fucked you through this orgasm and into the next before changing positions.

He turned you around and pushed you so that your hips were up and your chest was against the bed. The king trailed kisses along your back as he wrapped your hair around one fist. With one hand in your hair and the other on your shoulder he thrust into you from behind. The new position seating his cock deeper inside of you. His thrust were measured and deep. His hand alternating between caresses of adoration and possession across every inch of skin he could reach as he thrust.

Your mind was blank except for the feel of him. Every part of you was consumed by pleasure. You could feel every inch of him thrusting into you, harder and faster. He pulled you up so that you were arched against him while he pounded into you. Namor slid his hand around your throat mimicking your position from earlier when this had all started.

His hips snapped and the sounds of your skin slapping together as he fucked your wet cunt were delightfully obscene. Namor gripped your neck with one hand while he controlled your hips with the other. His thrusts began to stutter. You hit one more peak just as he began his.

"Yes, my king, please," You joined his thrusts wanting every drop of his cum, wanting him to claim you fully. With the last few hard thrust and a growling moan, Namor came into you. You felt the wet heat invade you and begin to drip between your thighs.

Namor held your body against his, still joined, raining kisses on whatever skin he could reach. He was out of breath but had a cheeky smile playing across his face.

"My queen," he said turning you to face him. There was a genuine look of adoration in his eyes that were mirrored in your own.

"My king," You whispered before kissing him.

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And that's it for now! This was filthy. you're welcome.

I'm going to bed. wooooo

#namor #namor x reader #namor x oc #namorslutfanfiction #namorfanfic #wakanda forever #namor fic #mcu namor #smut #namor smut #namor fanfic

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pheonixxfoxx · 3 months

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My Flashy Haul!

This is an ideal time to show off all the goodies that came in that enormous box from Japan on Monday. Plus, other cool stuff I've acquired over the week! First up is this sexy mint in box Buggy Samurai figure by D.P.C.F-DX!

This brilliant figure is even more amazing then I could have ever anticipated! Well worth every penny, even the pennies on shipping!! Admittedly, I didn't expect it to be quite so, um...big though, LOL!! Will I eventually remove him from the box? I'm hesitant of that at this time, space being a contributing factor. Next up we have a variety of goodies! Yes, there will be lots of can badges; I seem to like them and cards/flats a lot!

I finally was able to snag the Mascolle Great Deep figure of Buggy for a reasonable price! Seems like he is moderately obscure to find too, but now I don't need to worry. The hunt was successful and is now over, woot!!!

The volleyball Buggy can badge is one of the best things ever! A fun addition to my ever growing collection. A mutual friend of mine wisely said that Buggy should be banned from sports, LOL!! As previously mentioned, I seem to have a soft spot for flats. While some specific items in this group are duplicates, there were a lot of intriguing things I didn't own yet, but had been eyeballing.

Besides, I couldn't pass on the "Buggy Conspirators" sticker. One thing I often seek out is unique items, and that sticker seems to be rather different. I honestly can't believe how many can badges that are in my collection at this point, LOL!! They are located in various suitable places around my collection room. The plan is to eventually take individual photos of every item I've obtained.

The face can badge, from what I perceive was part of a special promo this year for the 25th anniversary of One Piece. They took 10,000 face images from the manga and made them into can badges. Best part, no two are alike! I purposely obtained this one, as it is from Impel Down. The part where Buggy goes to kick out a Muggy Ball at Minotaurus. The nose can badge was a fun find too, apparently it is relatively old! Here is the last group of items from the glorious box of flashy goodies. The box that made my entire week as I I grinned like a Cheshire Cat.

There are in fact 8 of the birthday can badges, LOL!! I might have to create me an itabag with all the extras, it would make for a fun project. Oh and the art on the Amada sticker is beyond sexy!! *drools* I treasure it more then words can express!! Yeah, it doesn't take much to make me happy. Now onto the other items I received throughout this week.

I really like the composition of this card. It's a card, which has been on my radar for a bit and was ultimately able to snag for an affordable price. This is where you all will find out that I am an immature 2 year old.

This card set was mainly purchased because it mentions "Buggy Balls," LOL!! Eh, I'm a kid at heart, what can I say? Last, but not least is this rather flashy keychain of Buggy at Marineford.

Done for now, though there is one other item I could add to this for funsies. However, it is my most prized item of the Star Clown. I think it should receive a post all its own.

#one piece #buggy the clown #captain buggy #collectibles #collection #that which i have obtained #my pocketbook weeps #card collecting

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studiowabisabi · 4 months

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ITS FINALLY DONE! My animatic is finally finished, after a month of hard work, it's finally done! I had to try very hard to not post spoilers, as I am VERY proud of the final product! Enjoy!!

#my dear hatchet man #mdhm #mdhm stu #mdhm erika #mdhm alan #MDHM animatic #mdhm fanart #mdhm game #mdhm oc #artists on tumblr #digital art #fanart #artist #my art #small artist #small art account

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frostedlemonwriter · 4 months

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Good morning all! I got the feedback from my editor for The Act. This should be the final draft, and hope to get it done today. Woot woot!

#ramblings #writeblr

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marwhoa · 2 years

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requests: i'd very much appreciate a rise! leo x reader (gender neutral if u like:) ) the idea i had was the reader met the turtles through april who's been friends with the reader for a while,, kind of being the only normal constant in her life but she finally introduces her to the other side of her double life and reader and leo hit it off right away!!

that's kind of backstory, i suppose, and now reader plays soccer and invites april and the turtles to her games and leo is hyped and supportive. maybe a villain could crash the game or some cool hijinks could ensue!! but i'd really really love and appreciate it! have a good day/night !!

🝮 “ come clean! ”

rise!leo x female!soccer!reader

author’s note: woot !! finally got it done, this has been sitting in my messages for a while *sobs* apologies to the love who made the request, i hope you like it! there are a few little bits here and there that may seem a bit odd—they’re easter eggs for a future x reader i have planned uwu. also huge thanks to @tmntxthings !! I knew NOTHING about soccer, so the super awesome soccer scene is brought to you by my dearly beloved partner in crime :)))

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“ April, please! “

Y/N begged, hand holding tightly onto April’s while the other was planted against their table. Plenty of times this month she had flaked on plans—both before and during said plans! So, yeah, she was a bit peeved by now and wanting an answer, especially since this was supposed to be their special friends’ night out. Y/N’s hold had loosened completely when April turned her head back with glossy eyes threatening tears.

“ April…? “

She whispered, repeating it again in a shout as the brunette girl bolted away without a word. Y/N stood frozen while watching her frame disappear. Dejected, she slunk back into her seat, sighing and looking out the window.

“ … “

The sunny skies grew overcast, creating a plummeting feeling in her chest. She leaned into the palm of her hand, elbow aching a bit against the hard table—though, whether it ached more or less than her heart was anyone’s guess. The seconds passed awkwardly until finally Y/N lifted out of her seat, placed money down on the table for the tab, and headed to the door silently. With a push, she recoiled at how heavily the wind was barreling. There was a sharp hiss in the air, and soon Y/N became grateful for the rough winds knocking them over as debris had shattered against the window. There were blurs at the rooftops in the corner of her eyes, but nothing would have kept her in this plaza for long.

—-

You ran home immediately, not wanting anything to do with whatever was about to happen there. The danger only made you more fearful for why April had left so fast and if she was okay! No worries though, you would soon have to found out why your friend so rudely dipped on you—but not from her mouth. No, no, you had to find out when trying to pause the news after you slunk down on the couch in your living room. Your hands tightened, shaking with some emotion between anger and worry.

There, on the tv, was the all-too-familiar blur of your friend being thrown. You resumed the broadcast, recognizing the stadium she was standing in, alongside… wh-what? Are those…?

——-

“ Turtles?! April, you’re serious? TURTLES? “

Y/N was trailing after a speedy April, down the apartment complex’s corridors. She occasionally had to do a light jog just to keep up, and it was good she did that because had there been even a second more of lagging behind, she would’ve been slammed out of her dearest friend’s place.

“ Whuh—hey! April, come on, I deserve an explanation, you’ve been keeping secrets! “

Her grip on the door loosened with an exhausted exhale, pushing open the door to let you in.

“ Y/N, it’s for your own safety! “

“ Bullshit, April, I get to decide that! You’ve been distant for a while now, leaving me in the dark, and then I see you on national news, fighting some—some-some THING? “

“ Shredder. ”

April corrected, dodging her exasperated friend’s gaze. Y/N’s hands were working the entire time to emphasize her point, her frustration. At the end of it, her chest was heaving, body trembling.

Had you overstepped your boundaries? Overstayed your welcome? Was this the end between you two? No, it couldn’t be—just how long have you been friends?! Why, she had even been there since your first try-out for the soccer team back in middle school. She was there when you made the team—there for your first game! April never missed a game of yours, even would bring a friend or two (though, you always wondered why they dressed up so much. no matter the temperature, her friends were always clad in bulky clothes!) And just as she was, you had always been her right-hand-man. For whatever short gig she got herself into (no seriously, you had never met anyone who managed to be in a new club, job, or activity by the next week), you were her biggest supporter, most frequent customer, and most present member!

So, no, you felt completely justified in pushing the boundaries right now. This wouldn’t be the end of you, it couldn’t be.

“ April, please, we’re best friends. I just.. There’s so many secrets between us. Don’t I deserve some kind of explanation? “

After a few wordless seconds, something in April finally changed. That seemed to be the key as her expression softened back to the April you knew and loved all these years. You couldn’t help but smirk at that, biting back stubborn tears and diving into the hug she offered. You whispered a, “ there you are “ and listened intently as she finally spilled the beans about this entire second life she had! Seriously, how did she keep this from you for this long?

By the end of the night, your excited, nosy self was already two steps away from going out to find these brothers, and April was well, WELL aware of this. Would you two really be as good of friends as you were if she hadn’t known the kind of person you were?

Mayhaps a little message had already been sent out, and may-mayhaps there was already a little someone or someones at the door.

“ No way.. ”

“ C’mon now, Y/N, don’t drool on my floor. ”

Your mouth was open in joyful surprise, like a child being told a present awaits them in the next room; April failed to hold back and laughed at you, teasing you all the way to the door. Fixated on that sleek mahogany, you scrambled to your feet—mouth still open, of course—and watched the four tall figures step into the room, greeting April. As their eyes went to you, each had a different expression.

The red one—the biggest—flashed a toothy grin and a neat wave. His voice was welcoming and friendly as he said a, “ hello! “

The orange one—the smallest—was bobbing in place, the biggest grin ever seen on his face as he waved with probably all the force and energy in his body. You wondered if it was even possible for him to exhaust himself.

Now, the purple one… well, he wasn’t even paying attention anymore. After greeting April, he promptly went straight to the glowing metal on his arm, some form of Apple Watch? Had you not been impressed to begin with, maybe this would have ticked you off.

Somehow, though, the last brother had managed to take the show by storm and outperform each introduction as a blue blur scooped up your hands instantly, giving you a cool smirk with excitement in his eyes.

“ It’s an honor to finally meet you, I’m Leo. “

“ You’ve heard of me? “

Confused by how he said that, you couldn’t fight the oddest feeling of familiarity. The image of a particularly bundled-up, reoccurring guest at your games with April appeared in your head…. Odd, surely unrelated. Anyways, he shook your hands and rose them to plant a little kiss, rattling your stiffened stance as you got flustered and began giggling.

“ I haven’t missed a single game of yours—Unlike someone I know—ACK! “

He turned, assumedly taking a jab at April, only to then screech as he dropped down to dodge a thrown shoe. It would’ve hit you instead, except for the fact that the goofy boy had yanked you down with him. He was crouched like a hero out of a marvel movie, but you were splayed out ungracefully like a splat on the ground, Chest to floor, head spinning, you gave a dazed laugh or two before hearing a, “ Leo, you killed April’s friend! “ exclaimed from the smallest who had the biggest eyes—what an expressive lad.

After being helped up, the rest of the night played out with question after question, from “ How’s it feel, out on the field with your friends! ” to “ What would you say is your ratio of misses to goals scored? ” to “ Have you ever made the BEST SHOT ever and rubbed it in the opponents faces!?!? ” And then others like, “ So, what exactly is a Shredder? ”, or “ What’s with the winter get-up at my games? ”, then “ Whoa… Is that real? Can I touch it? ”, and more.

By the time midnight rolled by, you felt like you just caught up on a slew of experiences April had without you (and you may, MAY have been jealous!)

With a hop to your feet, you invited them all personally to your next game coming up, and boy were all of them more than excited to accept (well… almost all. One seemed to not be listening, but you had a feeling he was going to come, too.). Upon being ushered out by April, Mikey would give you a big hug, Donnie may have nodded in your direction, and Raph gave a firm handshake with a toothy grin!

But Leo, he stopped in front of you. His hand rubbed the back of his neck as he looked everywhere but at you.

Stammers and stutters, apologies, and then a long drawn out sigh.

“ I—I enjoyed—enjoyed? That’s so formal, no, I, I really liked talking to you tonight! “

He slumped over, as if he had planned something else to say but it just didn’t come out right. Snickering echoed down the halls, and you knew just who the culprits were.

“ I’ll see you, at your game night—I’ll-I’ll cheer the loudest, I guaran—ouch!—guarantee it! “

He had been backing up down the hall, waving to you as his voice rose to ensure you heard it. Of course, not looking where he was walking rewarded him with a smack against the wall interrupting his sentence, but he had a quick recovery. The last thing you saw was a starstruck look in his eyes when you blurted out a laugh at this, waving and nodding.

——-

And that encounter had been the first on your mind, echoing and replaying in all its glory. Stepping through the gates of the stadium’s fences, you searched the bleachers for the oddballs and April. Upon seeing them, you gave a wave—hopping and swinging with almost as much energy as when Mikey introduced himself to you. Your friends waved, and the one you just knew was Leo stood up and shouted, “ GOOD LUCK !! “

With giddy joy written all in your face, you stepped out onto the field, assuming position while holding a hand up to shield the beaming lights from your eyes. The greeting-roars from the crowds as announcers readied them for the coming-game sent motivation electrifying through every inch of your body, straight into your soul.

You leaned down with an expression oozing confidence, clenching and loosening your fists while preparing a keen eye and a ready kick. Your opponents had waltzed in with a winning streak, and you & your ‘mates were determined to end it tonight. The looks in their faces as they strut in, grinning with a “ we got this already “, lit a fire in each member of your team. They would not be leaving this stadium with any streak; in fact, tonight would begin their losing streak! Y’all were going to make sure of THAT.

——-

The game had been at a standstill for a long time. The team you faced were great opponents and lived up to their name, the Easy Riders, but you and your team, the Star Dogs, were just as good. Twenty minutes into the match and the score was still zero to zero. That wasn’t because the Star Dogs hadn’t had any chances to score; on the contrary, you’d gotten the ball passed to you and had almost scored twice now.

First chance arose at a breakneck pace. The ball came to you hard and fast, hitting right smack dab in your chest. You cushioned it as much as possible so it didn’t bounce off and maneuvered towards the goal. Only in a perfect world would you be met with no resistance, so of course the first defender was coming in on your tail. One easy side-sweep kick and you were able to quickly get around that oaf. But as you passed the first, the second defender was already hit on your tail, and you had to make a decision: Pass it, or try for the goal.

You weren’t that far away, and an early lead would boost morale—games were 90 minutes, after all. So, you took a chance, as the words from Leo rang in your ears. That he was watching.

It hadn’t been a bad shot, but like you said earlier, the team was good. And they had an even better goalie. The ball was blocked and launched down the field. You bit down on your lower lip to hold in expletives. Fucking shit, I should’ve passed it. Fuck. Damn. Shaking your head like an enraged bull, you reigned all of the negative emotions in and ran down to the midfield, ready for another opportunity.

When you got the ball again, you were more wary of your surroundings. You didn’t want to force your way in again, that hadn’t worked. And this time you’d make sure to pass to your other striker, the other forward. If two defenders were on you, that left a pretty big opening for your teammate to make a shot. So with that in mind, you dribbled the ball forward, keeping a steady jog down towards the goal until the first defender got in your way again.

Just like before, you slipped past this one easily, a cocky grin spreading on your face as you passed them up. That must’ve struck a nerve because they chased you down at such a speed that no one in their right mind would spend so early in the game. Thus, yet again you were the prey being guarded by two greedy hunters.

“ Think you're so good, huh? ”

Before you had the chance to pass it off, like you had planned, a foot deliberately tripped you. You went down hard into the turf , already imagining the sounding of a foul for their move. Alas, the player continued on despite the booing from the stands, and the referees didn’t so much as bat an eye. Alright, so that’s how this is going to go.

“ That’s right, know your place! ”

Defender one continued to jeer, almost returning the favor and striking one of your nerves. How downright, god damn pathetic to use such tactics! In soccer, feet are only supposed to go for the ball. Any other touch, depending on how physical, could end up—SHOULD end up— with a foul.

With the play still going, albeit now with the ball in enemy hands, you could only grit your teeth and get back up.

Second opportunity: a bust. With the game going how it has, you weren’t surprised when you didn’t get the ball passed to you as soon as you liked. Though, you were there for your teammates and made assists & passes when you could. They had almost scored on your own goal, but thankfully your goalie was able to block it in time. It was nearing the halfway mark when things really started to heat up.

You had enough of jogging. Now was the time for all that speedy energy as you were flying down the field with your teammates holding the ball. Sweat dripping down your face, clumping your hair as you breathed in and out. You watched as the defenders closed in on your teammate. Now was the time. Hopefully they would trust you,

“ PASS! ”

You yelled, clearly open. And just like that, the ball came skidding towards you and with a subtle touch & a sure-shot kick, it zipped and whirled straight past the goalie’s outstretched hands.

“ GOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLL! ”

Resonated around the stadium as you stood where you had taken the shot, a bit feral while coming down from the high. Your heart was racing, and your teammates were running over to surround you, exclaiming and cheering just as happily but it was all muffled as your eyes looked up above them, up towards April and—

THUMP!

Square in your face comes down the hand of god with the force of a gajillion textbooks. Dazed and quite literally winded, you laid sprawled on the floor, groaning. The thing that hit you stood up, pressing plush little feet against your cheeks. A strange floral-scented liquid is doused on your face, remedying the pain almost instantly as if you definitely weren’t just clonked by the most divine, holy wrath of strikes by the deities themselves.

Amidst your out-of-it state, only three things were caught through the ringing in your ears: 1.) your teammates’ shuffling feet, backing away from you, 2.) A familiar voice shouting your name, likely Leo, and 3.) the crowd gasping, then screaming as a roar rang out. It was then that the weight on your face was absent. Your eyes fluttered open, soaking up the scene of a giant bear hunched over you as if protecting a cub, letting out a saliva-shower-inducing roar. Fight-or-flight activated, and you didn’t miss the blurs of green shooting out of the receding crowd. Phantom throbbing in your head had you sitting up, groaning and rubbing your temple.

“ Ughhh… My head… “

A bitterness was swirling in your chest as you watched the masses of people, and your teammates, all getting further and further. The game, it had been interrupted. What a sour ending to such a hyped up, invigorating match..

Soon the stadium was left silent, save for the sounds of tussling, slashing, thudding, and battle-crying. And as time went on, you had spent the whole thing much too close to the fight, finding yourself rag-dolled here and there when one of the brothers found you too close for comfort—

“ This is why I’m your knight in shining armor and my brothers aren’t. “

Well, three of them did. With an annoyed quip, one particular knight in blue would scoop you up and portal around anytime his eyes noticed you near. This game was also spent with you drenched and splashed in random liquids from the bear—some managing to touch your tongue with the most horrifically vile tastes.

“ Blegh, Cherry-vinegar! “

Even while hyped up on however many potions the enemy seemed to drink, as soon as one wore off, the bear’s attention found its way to you often—suspiciously so. Thankfully, the blue knight’s portaling habits were enough to inch you further and further away until there was finally a chance to book it to safety, much like everyone else in the audience.

Another potion dripped down your head. You looked up, feeling a chill rush down at the downright terrifying sight of a larger-than-average bear above, bearing their teeth and slobbering.

“ Oh—oh hell no! “

“ Y/N, GET OUT OF HERE. “

As luck would have it, though, the random potion gave you a speed boost, and you were able to whisk off from under the beast just as the orange banded turtle jumped between you and the bear. With the potion’s effects, you made it across the field in a quarter of the amount of time it would have normally taken you.

Unfortunately, with your back turned and feet carrying you away with a one-track-goal, the bear had caught up and it’s outstretched hand aiming for you had gone unnoticed. Knocking into giant plush pads, you gasped as they closed into a firm, yet not suffocating, grip.

“ Y/N! “

“ Y/N….? “

Leo shouted, and the bear repeated. You were brought to their face, stared at with big beedy eyes that almost looked a little cute. Their other hand made easy work of swatting away April, Donnie—hell, even Raph. It was unsettling how calmly they stared at you until finally there was a pop and a poof as the second enlargement potion had reached its limit. You thumped against the ground with an “ oof! “ and caught the little brown bear accidentally.

“ Y/N, a hug! “

Demanded the little being, with grabby hands outstretched for you. For a moment you swore there were tears in their little eyes. There wasn’t a chance to respond before the little bear was swiftly yanked up by a grumbling blue hero.

“ Get away from them! And where’d those potions go? I’m done playing with Missus Fizzlepaws over here. “

“ That’s not my name! Why doesn’t anyone care about me anymore! “

Squirming and whimpering, the distraught bear retorted to nibbling. This did nothing but get them a “ whuh—hey! stop that! “ and a flick on the noggin.

You sighed in relief at the increasingly-obvious harmlessness of the now apprehended plush, so much so that you came a bit closer and held your arms out, a tad bit curious about what they’ve been saying. What did they want with you specifically?

“ Hmm, what is your name? And Leo, lemme see them. I get the weirdest feeling they’re not going to hurt me. “

“ What—no—Irk—fine, just don’t look at me like that. “

Your signature glare had worked wonders as he handed over the bear, who had been looking at you the entire time with big eyes, somehow full of an emotion that you couldn’t help but think was shock. Just what could a plush go through to be able to show that kind of emotion? Their hands reached out for you, gingerly holding your arm as you cradled them with a smile.

“ …. IT’S… It’s, um… “

Those big eyes looked up at you, full of curious wonder all over again.

“ Miss Honeypot.. “

She, as you now knew, had a little honeycomb charm attached to her ear and the smallest little bee wings on her back. Leo of course stayed near, resting his arm across your shoulders, and leaning in to boop her nose. This was met with a munch! Clearly, he wasn’t her favorite.

But, the way your eyes looked when you glanced at him, and the way your voice sounded as you laughed at his “ yowch! “?

Well, let’s just say clearly he was someone’s favorite.

“ Mhmm, just as I thought. “

The belt of potions was found, held on the end of the purple banded turtle’s bo as if it were something dirty. He came near you both.

“ ‘Nardo, if you will, a portal to my usual destination. “

Leo seemed to understand that immediately, grinning and giving some teasing remark while a portal was made.

“ Ooh, trouble in paradise? “

“ Hold your tongue, there is no such thing. “

Through he went, leaving the rest of you and the bear.

“ Soooooo…. What’re we doing with her? “

Mikey had began making faces, each met with Honeypot’s confused raised eyebrow before she then snuggled into you more.

“ Well, she doesn’t seem too harmful anymore… Cute, too. Why don’t I keep her? “

“ WHAT? That thing clocks you in the face, snarls and beats us all up, and now you want to keep her? “

“ Hey, what’za plush like you got so much anger for anyways, huh? ”

While Leo seemed less okay with this idea, Raph rolled his shoulders and nudged Mikey away to give the adorable bear his finger stroking her cheek.

Whether he was bit or not doesn’t matter.

“ Mm… “

Honeypot looked guilty, burying her face in your chest and mumbling something inaudible.

“ What was that? “

You inquired, lifting her up and internally squealing at the utter cuteness of her little legs hanging as you held her up like a cute puppy. Scratch that, she was probably much cuter.

“ Well… I, I was… sad.. Angry, even.. “

The heartstrings of everyone near were pulled. April came in behind you, head resting on your shoulder as you swore tears welled up in her eyes. This resulted in a split second snicker from you, followed by a “ that better not have been a laugh, y/n! “ and a quick “ nope, nope, dunno what you’re talking about. “

“ Sad from what, Honeypot? ”

April asked, reaching a hand out to hold affectionately the bear’s cheek. She wasn’t bitten, and Honeypot even leaned into her touch!

“ My old best friend, she hasn’t held me in years.. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t love me anymore—doesn’t have time for ol’ Honeypot no more.. So I got angry, and I wanted to make a scene because I thought maybe she’d come! But… “

The bear looked here and there with a quivering lip.

“ But no one came, right? “

You said, awwing at the sad little nod she gave and bringing her in for another snug hug.

“ No worries, Honeypot, we’ll be your new best friends! And I’ll love you, hug you, and hold you as long as you want. “

It could’ve melted the snowiest winter just how bright of a smile this little bear gave at that, hugging you as tight as little stuffed arms could hug.

“ Now that that’s finished! Your team diiiiid score the last point before this fluffball appeared, so? “

Leo grinned, nudging Mikey who sprung up immediately, already whipping out his (April’s) phone.

“ Pizza Party!! “

“ Hey wh—my phone! ”

You laughed dryly, holding Honeypot like a baby on your hip (at least until she preferred climbing up Raph instead). A victory like this was anything but that. This was an entire bust—you only wished for the satisfying win, of rubbing it in the other stuck-up team’s face when your team swooped that match right out of their grasps!

Lagging behind the brothers, you tugged April back into a hug as you two walked together.

“ Thanks again, April, for finally opening up to me about this whole ‘double life’ you were living—“

Pinching and tugging her cheek, you playfully feigned anger,

“ —WITHOUT me, mind you. “

This stroll quickly devolved into playful brawling, ending only when you’re both scruffed by a grumpy Raph, who may or may not have been grumpy because he had to pass Honeypot to Leo after finally getting her to like him!

——-

Later, you sat in the lair of the brothers and their father, below ground in the sewers. The smell was horrible, but somehow when you reached the lair itself, that stench was gone. Leo had noticed your confusion and leaned in, noting it was his “ genius brother ” who was to thank for that. Said brother was apparently elsewhere, in someplace called “ The Hidden City ” fixing some stuff.

Everyone settled down for pizza, getting a bit loud and rambunctious all the while. It reminded you of your teammates and the match after parties, which only deepened the tightening in your chest at not being able to win fair-n-square.

Excusing yourself, you walked away with a slice in your mouth, going to explore the rest of the lair. No one really noticed.

Almost no one.

You found the giant room complete with a definitely not safe skate half pipe in the rooms center.

“ Want a rematch? ”

The voice behind you was startling to say the least, as a humiliating screech escaped you. One smack later and you were both laughing.

“ Ow! ”

“ Don’t sneak up on me, Leo! And what do you mean a rematch? We’ve never played before. ”

You pouted a bit, looking away from him. There was no way he noticed you were upset about the game, right?

“ Your match was a bust, so let’s do a rematch. Unless you’re scared to lose to yours truly—I am somewhat of a soccer champion of all time, myself. ”

The smirk on his face just seemed all the more punchable as you cracked your knuckles and grinned back.

“ Oh yeah? We’ll see about that then. You’re on! “

——-

Through a portal, you almost fell face first into turf of the soccer field at your school. Emphasis on almost, as there was a rather muscular arm snaked around your waist keeping you from your doom.

“ Don’t fall for me yet, I haven’t even beat you in the game! ”

“ You—! ”

Laughing, you shoved him away and caught the ball he tossed. You both assumed your positions on either side of the field, fired up now to try and show him what a true soccer champion is like.

Up against a trained mutant, you had your work cut out for you. He was fast, and he did not miss any chances at knocking you off your game.

“ Well aren’t you prettier when you look at me with that determination? ”

“ Whuh—! ”

He stuck out his tongue as the ball was swiped away for your feet. And this wasn’t the end of it.

“ You’re looking at me so intensely, I’m that irresistible? ”

“ Wh—No! We’re—UGH, YOU! ”

How could you stay angry at him? Beneath the lunar sky, illuminated by the white lights and the moon above, the two of you played a game that was neck-n-neck the whole time. Had there been a referee, there would be constant blaring of a whistle. At one point, the two of you toppled over one another, grunting as you hit the ground with him above you—luckily catching himself with his hands on either side of your head. Getting hit with a plastron may not have been the most fun.

But you knew what would be fun. A sly grin on your face, you narrowed your eyes playfully.

“ Wow, at least take me to dinner first. ”

“ I—Sorry, I didn’t mean— “

He stammered, quickly scrambling off of you, but you wasted no time in hopping up and stealing back the ball.

“ Gotcha! ”

Leo watched your descending figure, astonished to be played a fool at his own game. The smile you gave him, right before turning your back to him.. Well, that was more than enough to tell him this was a good idea. Up onto his feet, he was rushing after you, shouting, “ unfair! ” and then shouting loud as he dodged you reaching out to push him, playfully exclaiming, “ how dare you! ”

If you’re wondering who won this game in the end, it was you. He lost his footing in front of the goal (and you wondered if it was on purpose), and you swiftly shot the ball into the end with a powerful kick. “ in your face! ” you shouted, standing over the turtle who laid defeated on the ground.

He quietly looked up at you with an expression that had you holding your breath, heart racing loudly in your ears.

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