#i wasn't gonna color this but i couldn't resist

[nanaslutt]

Body search gone wrong

ʚ ft: Officer Suguru Geto

ʚ cont: fem reader, public sex, fingering, handcuffs, inappropriate body search, implied alcohol consumption but reader is sober, dirty talk, degradation, praise, spanking, rough sex, dacraphillia, hair pulling

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Your vision shook when your body was slammed down against the hood of your car, your hands held tightly behind your back. "Fuck!" You yelled, wincing at the dull pain and the freezing metal your body was pressed against. "I told you not to resist didn't I?" A deep voice rang out behind you. The officer's body heat bled through your clothes, warming you up a bit, a nice contrast from the freezing air. His knee planted between your spread legs kept you apart as the officer reached for his cuffs, the metal clinking together.

"I wasn't even fucking doing anything." You shot back, wiggling against his hold. The man's body was pressed harder against yours, the metal cuffs squeezing around your wrists. "I told you to stop resisting." You rolled your eyes. You tried to look at his face from over your shoulder, but it was already pitch black, and the light from his car behind you blinded you.

"Now you gonna answer my question? Huh?" The officer's hot breath tickled the back of your neck. When had he gotten so close? You wriggled your shoulders against the car, silently telling him to back off. "I was at a fucking party dipshit, why do you think I'm dressed like this?" You said, your words coming out harshly. 

The officer clicked his tongue, his lip curling at your attitude. "Such a disobedient girl. I don't think you're in a position to fight with me right now." The officer abruptly yanked you up, your dress threatening to roll up even further than it already has. He kept a hand between the two of you, gripping your wrist harshly to make sure you couldn't run. 

His other hand grabbed the bottom half of your face, and before you knew it, your head was being turned to the side so he could have a better look at you. You instantly sobered up, all of the anger leaving your body when you came face to face with him. His eyes were sharp and slanted, dark. His face looked like it had been hand sculpted by gods, and his long hair flowing out from under his work hat looked so soft, you wanted to reach out and touch it.

"Such a pretty face. How unfortunate it would've been if you'd died while drunk driving." The officer spat, clicking his tongue again. He shook his head at you, looking at you disapprovingly as he scanned your face. "I'm not even drunk, 's just late it all, had a long night." You retorted, avoiding his face as you felt a warmth spread through your body. 

"Oh yeah, I can see that." He responded, looking at you smugly. You could only stand in astonishment as his thumb wiped down the side of your lip, collecting the smeared lipstick that was smudged on your face. When he pulled his hand away you could see the maroon color of your lipstick on his thumb, making your face burn at his words insinuation. "You can't fool me, girl, you reek of alcohol." He added, letting you turn your head away from him again.

You stayed quiet, looking out into the dark forest around you. The officer took a moment to lean back unnoticeably and scan his eyes over the backside of your body, his eyebrows raised at what he saw. "You got any weapons on you?" He suddenly said, making your face scrunch in confusion. The dress you were wearing barely covered your body, the fabric probably too thin, where on earth would you be hiding a weapon?

"Oh yeah forgot to mention I'm strapped because I have sooo many places to hide a weapon on me right now." You retorted, snorting at his suggestion. "Oh, so you got jokes now?" He responded, "What changed? You were acting like you wanted to knock me out a couple of minutes ago." 

The officer's banter and casual talk with you made your veins pop out in your head in annoyance. Pretty privilege really did exist, because although he was right, you still wanted to kick him in the balls, you also wanted him to have his way with you in ways you probably shouldn't. 

You stayed silent, pressing your lips together firmly so as to not say something you would regret. "You done jokin' around now? That was fast." the officer responded before walking you forward into the car. Your knees hit the rubber of your tire, the man's body follows right behind yours, pressing firmly against you. You could feel every bump and ridge of the weapons on his belt against your back.

"Legs." He said, a little too quiet to sound demanding. You obeyed, spreading your legs to make room for him. The throbbing between your legs was much more intense now, there was no way he didn't know what he was doing. His knee pressing firmly between your own, centimeters from your cunt, made you swallow hard, your breath picking up.

Your wrist was released from his harsh grip, your arm instantly throbbing hot as blood flowed back into that area. His hands started at your sides, just under your arms. You thought officers were supposed to use the back of their hands when they searched someone, but you must've been mistaken because officer whoever he was was groping your body with his palms.

His large palms slid under your tits before sliding down to your stomach, pressing firmly against you. "You body search everyone like this?" You asked, leaning your body back slightly against him. "Or just drunk girls?" He didn't seem to like your insinuation as you were slammed back down against the hood of your car, his hand on your lower back. "Thought you weren't drunk?" He responded, his hand slowly sliding down your back, almost teasingly.

You bit your lip, hoping he couldn't see your face from here in the darkness. His hands grabbed your hips before rubbing down your bare thighs. Your knees threatened to buckle, his touch was so warm. The officer got down on his knees and felt your legs, your legs only clan in a tight pair of thigh-high socks with small black heels resting against your feet. It was obvious you weren't hiding a weapon there. 

Geto circled your ankle with his hand before grabbing the bottom of your shoe with another hand, pulling your foot out as if he were checking your shoe. You pointed your foot at him before rolling it around dramatically. "Pervert." You whispered under your breath, a word you thought he wouldn't hear. Looking up, he had a perfect view of your panties from under your tiny party dress, the black lace panties barely covering anything.

Giving your foot one last rub, he placed your heel back on your foot before raising to his feet again, his hips connecting with your ass once more. "Did you find what you were looking for, officer?" You said, trying to look back at him, wiggling your hips against him as you spoke. "I haven't finished checking everywhere." He replied with a hint of mischievousness laced in his voice, making you raise your eyebrows in confusion.

Suddenly, your bare ass was exposed to the cold air around you, sending a wave of chills over your body. "Might be hiding something here. Can't take any chances." Geto spoke, a smile creeping on his face when your knees pressed together, your hips wiggling more impatiently back against him. "You're right, I could be dangerous." You teased, smiling as you pulled your lip between your teeth.

The cold you once felt against your skin was replaced by two large hands, grabbing and massaging the fat of your ass. You made a noise of surprise at his rough handling of your body. Your breathing picked up, his thumbs massaging so close to where you desperately needed to feel him. You would absolutely be telling this story to your girlfriends when you got outta this mess.

"Do I have your permission to search you down here?" The officer asked the sudden ask for your go-ahead catching you a little off guard after how much he's already done, not like you minded. "If I say no are you gonna let me go officer?" you teased, arching your back against him. Geto pressed his lips together and looked down at you rubbing yourself against his bulge. He wondered if you knew what you were feeling was his cock or if you thought it was some weapon on his holster.

Your back was enveloped with a sudden warmth, making you release a few aroused hums through your breathing as you felt Geto's breath tickle against your neck. "Yeah, I'll stop... but I don't think you want that, do you?" He asked, biting your earlobe between your teeth. You had forgotten how things got to this point, but you were far from complaining. 

"No sir..." You replied, voice all breathy and full of need. "I know." He replied, his hand reaching under your body to rub his fingers firmly against your clit. Your jaw opened against the car in a silent moan, an action Geto mimicked. "You're soaked." Geto groaned against your ear, his cock throbbing in his pants. You only moaned in reply, your eyes rolling back in your head as his thick fingers rubbed expertly against your little bud, your wetness seeping through the fabric and onto his fingers.

"Fuck... officer..." You whined, wiggling against him, your hands pulling against the cuffs. "Suguru." He replied, kissing right under your ear, "Call me Suguru sweet thing." You nodded before releasing a sweet moan of his name, a sound that was greatly appreciated and swiftly rewarded by him pulling your panties to the side. His hot fingers against your bare clit with nothing between made you press your thighs together. 

"You like that pretty?" He whispered, his deep voice sending pangs of arousal to your cunt. "Uh-huh." You nodded, trying to look at his face through your fuzzy eyes. "You want 'em inside you?" He asked, teasing you by rubbing his fingers down to your entrance, only rubbing circles around the hole there. You nodded quickly, tears nearly forming in your eyes. "P-please Suguru... please."

"Look at me." He responded, his voice calm but breathy. You did as he said as he brought his head to the side of your face, reducing the strain on your eyes. His gorgeous face came into view as a shadow blocked it from the light of his car. "That's it, keep looking at me." He nodded, licking his lips as he rubbed delicious circles against your tight hole. Your eyes fluttered as you fought them from rolling back in your head, not wanting to miss a single thing.

Suguru's jaw fell open ever so slightly as he started pressing a single finger against your wet opening. He groaned with you as your pussy greedily swallowed up his finger, your tight walls squeezing around him at the intrusion. "Oh fuck, it's so warm." He groaned, his eyebrows furrowing together. You finally let your eyes roll back in your head before they fluttered shut at the pleasure.

Geto slowly thrust his finger in and out of you a few times before he pulled it almost completely out and added a second finger. Your cunt welcomed the stretch, your wetness spilling out around them. Geto rutted his hips needily against your ass, trying to bring his dripping cock some relief as he dealt with how tight and hot you felt around his fingers.

"Move your hips, fuck that ass back against me baby. Take what you need." He groaned, standing back up and keeping a hand on your lower back. He pushed your dress higher up your body, exposing the mid of your back while he finger fucked you. Now that he was standing, the base of his fingers and palm were pressing against your clit, making you see starts as you did your best to move your hips against him.

You whined when he curled his fingers, matching your slow pace. "Please... please faster Suguru please-" You gasped, your legs shaking at such a small amount of pleasure already. He clicked his tongue against his teeth and smiled while shaking his head. "You can't even follow simple instructions, can you? Dumb girl." With those words Suguru's left a harsh smack against your bare ass, making you yelp before he places his hand next to your body on the car and started pistoning his fingers in and out of you.

"Yeah- yeah fuck- just like that-" You cried shamelessly, your hands clenching and unclenching in your restraints. "You like it rough? Huh?" Suguru groaned, feeling himself leak pre-cum against his boxers hearing the loud squelching emant from between your legs. "Yeahh- yeah I love it-" You cried, nodding while you whined through your teeth, your hips wiggling and bouncing back against him on their own.

"You're so filthy y'know that?" He groaned, curling his fingers against your g-spot each time he thrust his fingers inside, making your brain short-circuit. "S-says the cop fucking a g-girl he pulled over for drunk driving," You responded, giggling through your moans. Suguru returned a short laugh, his eyebrows raising at your words. "I'm not even fucking you." He replied. "You want me to? My fingers not enough for you?" Geto teased.

You bit your lip and sucked a breath in through your teeth, feeling your orgasm steadily approaching. "M-make me cum like this first, a-almost there." You begged, your eyebrows pinching together. Geto laughed, shaking his head at your shamelessness. "Only because I'm feeling nice." He replied, curling his fingers harder against you.

He did his best to rub his palm against your clit in a way that stimulated it just right, making your walls tighten as you got closer and closer to your high. "Fuck- right there oh- ohmygod right there-" You cried, your legs starting to shake, your body jerking and twitching against the car. "Yeah... cum all over my fingers so I can fuck you over the hood of this car." He groaned, pulling his lips between his teeth as he watched you shake and writhe for him.

Your moans got quiet and your jaw fell open in a silent scream as you came all over his fingers, your walls squeezing tightly against them, making it hard for him to move. "Good girllll, good fucking girl." He praised, rutting his hips against your ass as your body jerked and shook against him. Your legs threatened to give out from under you, but you knew even if they did, he would catch you.

Geto pulled his fingers out from your wetness, leaving you to catch your breath and recover from your orgasm. His warm hand patted softly against your ass before it retracted and you heard a clinking sound followed by a zipper.

You tried to turn your head enough to look at what he was doing but your head was shoved back against the cold metal of the car by his large hand. You could hear the squelches from behind you as Geto jerked himself off over your ass, his cock occasionally tapping your ass as he stroked himself. "Don't look, don't want you to get scared and run away now." He said, a smile on his face that you couldn't see. 

His words made you swallow hard, was he really that big? So big he was afraid you would tap out? "Just p-put it in already." You begged, pretending to be confident about taking his size as you wiggled your hips back agaisnt him. "You sure are eager huh? You must really not want a DUI on your record." He teased before running his hand down your shoulder blades, over your arms, and pressing against your lower back.

"It's not that." You said, your voice breathy and full of lust. "You're the hottest cop I've ever seen, wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw your face." You smiled, your eyes barely catching him from out of your peripherals. You gasped when you felt his blunt head press against your cunt. He rubbed his tip against you, getting ready to push it in. "Such a sweetheart," Geto replied before you felt the burn of his cock stretching you open.

Your hands balled into fists, your arms jerking against the cuffs as your walls were forced to make room for his cock. A tear immediately welled up in your eyes from the overwhelming feeling. It wasn't all painful, it was just so much, he was filling you up completely. "Good girl, just relax and take it... there you go..." Suguru soothed, his eyes raking up your body as he fully penetrated you with his cock, his hand staying against your lower back.

"Holy ffffuck-" You gasped, fighting to catch your breath as he stilled inside you, giving you a second to adjust to his length. It felt like he was in your stomach, you couldn't imagine how it was going to feel when he actually started fucking you. "It's big huh? You feel it all the way in there? Stretchin' you open?" Geto teased, his thumb wiping the tear from your face before he brought it up to his mouth and licked it off.

"S-suguru- I-its so much, s-so deep-" You cried, being able to do nothing but whine and cry while his heavy cock rested inside you. He smiled before leaning his chest over your body and kissing your cheek, his lips eagerly catching any stray tears that fell. "I know, but you're gonna take it aren't you? Gonna take it even when I cum isn't that right?" He groaned against the side of your face, his hot breath tickling you, making goosebumps arise down your spine.

Geto slowly pulled his hips out of you before thrusting them back inside, fighting the urge to whine like a bitch at how good your pussy felt. "I asked you a question," Geto repeated, biting your earlobe as he continued slowly thrusting in and out of you, pulling as much of his cock out of you as he could before thrusting it back inside, making sure you were feeling it nice and deep.

You cried out before nodding, your moans broken and whiney from just a few thrusts. "Cos you're a good girl, just a good little cockhungry slut." He whispered, picking up his thrusts, his own words riling him up. You nodded, hardly even registering his words as he spoke. His cock was rubbing agaisnt your g-spot so perfectly, it was making you dumb. Combined with his balls slapping against your sensitive clit after each thrust, you were slowly becoming cock drunk. 

"God this pussy is so tight... can barely move." Geto groaned, his eyes fluttering in their sockets before he fucked against you harshly, making his tip fuck right into your sweet spot. The moan you released made his balls throb, it was so desperate and feral.

He leaned up off of your back once more, staring down at the place the two of you were connected. The fat of your ass rippled each time he fucked his hips against yours, making a dopey grin spread across his face. Your juices were already getting all over his work pants. Anyone with half a brain would know what that was if they saw it in the light. "You're so sloppy, such a messy pussy." Suguru groaned, landing a mean slap across your ass that echoed into the woods before he pulled his hips back and fucked you harder, finding a quicker pace.

"O-oh fuck Suguru- It's so deep holy shit-" You cried, more tears spilling from your eyes. You felt a hand grab the back of your head and nails scratch at your scalp and before you knew it you were being forced to stand your full weight on the ground as your back arched meanly into him. Suguru released a long groan, his cock getting constricted even more in this new position.

Moan after moan was fucked from your lips each time he brought his hips against your ass. Loud and vulgar squelching noises cried from between your legs as more wetness drenched his cock and pants. Your scalp burned from where he was gripping you, but it felt good nonetheless. 

"Feels 's good Suguru, fucking me s' good-" you cried, hot tears seemingly neverending spilling down your cheeks. You were sure to have red, puffy eyes after this. "Yeah? You like my cock baby?" Geto groaned at the praise, his cock throbbing in tandem. You nodded before crying again. "L-love it s-so much, 's gonna make me cum, you're gonna make me cum~" You whined, your legs shaking violently now.

Geto wrapped his hand around your thigh, taking some of the weight off your legs, his other releasing your hair and wrapping firmly around your torso, keeping you firmly against him, your cuffed hands getting squished between your bodies. "Me too pretty, g-gonna make me cum too." He replied, his face flushed from your praise. His balls twitched and throbbed with the need to spill his seed, but he had to make you cum first.

Geto used the hand he was previously using to hold your thigh to rub small circles against your clit. Your body jolted forward and forced you and Geto against the car again, your bodies firmly together as he kept rubbing your clit, trying to work you through it. "Cum for me baby, cum for me so I can fill you up." His words made you feel hot all over. The promise of getting filled up by him made you squeeze his cock harder, your eyes fluttering shut as he pushed you over the edge.

Your body convulsed violently as you came. Geto buried his head in the crook of your neck, his jaw clenching together as you came on him, his cock getting constricted. He couldn't even speak enough to tell you he was cumming, or even praise you for doing so before his balls were throbbing and he was chasing after you, releasing his seed deep into your cunt.

You both groaned at the feeling. It was so warm, you felt so full. It must've been a long time since he came because his orgasm seemed to go on forever. His hand stilled on your clit as his body jerked against yours, his abs clenching under his shirt. He only relaxed when his cock stopped kicking and he was sure he had hummed each rope of his cum inside you, making sure you were stuffed full. 

Despite how deep he came inside you, when he pulled his cock out his cum still chased him, spilling out of your cunt. He quickly stopped any more from getting out by situating your now ruined panties back into place, keeping you full of him. Geto pressed a kiss to your nape before he leaned up and tucked his cock into his pants. Undoing his belt quickly, he retrieved the key to the cuffs and set you free.

"Easy." He whispered, helping you sit up and face him. You rubbed your wrists, now red and irritated from the hard metal. "You just looked so pretty all restrained, didn't wanna take them off." Geto half apologized before scooping you up in his arms and placing you down on the hood of the car, relieving the stress on your legs. You were still dazed and a bit fucked out, but his words made you smile.

"Plus I could'a been dangerous, right?" You teased, playing with his belt. He returned your smile, placing his hands on the side of the car next to you, his face inches from yours. "You coulda been dangerous." He responded, dipping his head in your neck for a kiss before he pulled away. "Let me take you home. I'll have someone bring your car to you in the morning, you're in no state to drive right now." He said, stepping back and holding his hands out for you, helping you off the car slowly.

You raised your eyebrows, catching yourself from stumbling as you stood on your incredibly shaky legs. "Wow, you're so nice officer." You teased, poking his chest before you started walking in front of him. Geto smirked before following you, keeping his hand wrapped on your lower back in case you fell as he walked you over to the passenger side of his car. "It's my duty to keep the public safe." He said with a wink before he lifted you into the passenger seat. 

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[ddejavvu]

Hey mei!

Can i request a Spencer x Reader where reader crochets? And they dress super colourful and become like besties with garcia🤞 very much stevie nicks vibes maybe theyre a bit spritual aswell🧘‍♀️

maybe GN!reader but i dont mind.

Thank youu 💞💞

I wasn't sure how to incorporate all of that into one blurb so i focused more on the first aspects!

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“Spencer.” You’re breathless as you stop by his desk, having rushed from the kitchen to get there the moment he sat down, “I made you something.”

You announce it proudly, with the puff of your chest and a bright, shiny grin. He’s used to receiving gifts from you, you jokingly call him your sugar baby, and at this point he thinks it’s true. Yarn is expensive, he’s found, and you go through an alarming rate to weave it together for him.

“Really?” He raises an eyebrow, looking up curiously at you, “Can I see it now, or do I have to wait?”

“You can see it now,” You reach for your bag at his question, finger hooking around something inside before you narrow your eyes at him. That’s his cue, and he snaps his eyes shut, clenching them tightly so that you won’t be able to accuse him of peeking while holding his hands out.

He hears the rustle of your bag, of whatever’s tucked inside, then something soft, alarmingly so, is placed on his palms.

“There,” You him, “Open, Spence.”

His eyes land on a much larger mass of fabric than he’d been expecting to find, used to flower-print bookmarks and water bottle sleeves from your craft. This is bigger, with multiple colors of yarn woven in— this is a sweater vest. It’s primarily brown, a few different shades in a pattern together, but it seems that you couldn't resist adding one of your own pops of color, a splash of green thrown in to give it a mossy appearance.

"Wow," He mumbles, fingers tracing the soft material, "Angel, this is- wow, you made this?"

"I did," You grin, leaning down to kiss his cheek. It's rushed and a little sloppy, but it's Spencer's favorite kind, because it feels like you're racing to love him.

"Thank you," He turns to hug you, letting the vest hang from his grip, "Is it- do I need to wash it or something, before I wear it?"

"No," You giggle, "Just wear it whenever, Spence."

He stands clumsily from his chair, abrupt and sticking out like a sore thumb in the quiet, still bullpen, "I'm gonna wear it now."

He wrestles with the sweater vest he's got on, one of his favorites but now paling in comparison to yours. He lets it fall haphazardly onto his desk, but he'll tuck it away neatly in his bag later. The sweater vest is a perfect fit on him, and he wonders if you've been checking the sizing of his clothes while he's been sleeping.

"Angel this is perfect," He commends you, grinning adoringly at the satisfied smile on your face, "You should sell these or something."

"No, that's too big of a commitment," You wrinkle your nose at the idea, "But, if you want, I can make you a full sweater?"

His brows shoot up until they're nearly enveloped by the hair hanging over his face. He can't imagine the time it would take to hand craft an entire sweater, in fact, he's still in awe you've made him the vest, so he tugs your contemplative face into his chest with an arm around your waist.

"I love whatever you make me," He promises, kissing the crown of your head, "But if that's too much work for you, don't strain yourself. I need all of your fingers in tact," He takes your hand in his, intertwining your digits, "I couldn't hold your hand if you broke it crocheting too close to the sun."

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[angel-of-the-moons]

can you do some bratty reader x johnny cage :33 need him so bad 😭

HELLS YEA I CAN

(Also because it wasn't specified which Johnny, I'm gonna go with MK1 because the things I would do to with this man--)

Bad Kitten

Johnny Cage x Bratty!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, SMUT, bratty!reader, bit of a dom!Johnny (but not much), pool sex, teasing, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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Being Johnny Cage's girlfriend had its perks.

Living in Malibu in his gorgeous mansion was one of them. As well as having a bomb ass pool that went all the way inside the house, too.

It was no biggie to pop in for a swim whenever you wanted to engage in your "fish instinct brain" that Johnny called it. In fact, when Johnny couldn't get a hold of you while he was on set, or you weren't answering he knew he could find you floating in the pool, one of your favorite shows playing on the TV nearby as you lazily kicked your feet about in the water.

You were a bombshell, a true prize, Johnny would tell everyone.

But the one thing that confounded him the most, was your bratty and playful personality. You were a smartass, a bit of a prankster, and a maddening tease.

An intoxicating cocktail that he couldn't resist (and found stupidly sexy).

But sometimes... You needed some reminding as to who you were playing with. And right now was one of those times.

He crossed his arms as he looked down at you, his shoes just inches from the edge of the pool, his expensive silk shirt wet and damp from where you splashed him, soles squeaking on the expensive tile.

"C'mon, Kitten..." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, frowning down at you, a bite to his tone.

"Because of you, I have to go change now. We're gonna miss our reservations."

"So?" You grin up at him, doing a lazy backstroke, thrusting your chest up out of the water so your breasts were on display, your bikini top leaving little to the imagination.

You could see his Adams apple bob in his throat as he licked his lips. You couldn't see his glasses behind his shades, but you knew damn well what he was looking at.

"Baby, c'mon..." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Nah. Fish brain demands water." You laugh, kicking your foot out and splashing water onto his shoes, causing him to step back with a sputter.

Somewhere along that time, Johnny slipped on the water you'd splashed earlier, landing flat on his ass and sending his glasses skittering across the floor.

"All right, that's it!" Johnny growled, moving to get back on his feet.

"You are in for--" He was cut off when your bikini top came flying at him and hit him square in the face.

His mouth dropped open when he looked at you, the setting sun casting fiery colors on the water, reflecting up onto the walls in a mystical array of patterns, the light of the sunset illuminating around you as you spun in the water, a cheeky grin on your face as your breasts freely bobbed in the water.

"In for what, baby?" You purr, sticking your tongue out at him. "Gotta catch me if you wanna get your point across..."

Johnny gave you a grin that sent a thrill down your spine, and he started pulling his clothes off.

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"I'm soo-oo-rrr-rrryyy!" You whimpered, squirming to get free from his relentless grasp.

"Nope. Nuh-uh." Johnny said casually, as he rolled and pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger. Your bikini bottoms had long since been untied, floating somewhere in the pool.

He had been at it for nearly an hour and a half. Your bodies were already pruning, but that didn't stop him.

"You got my floor wet, Kitten." Johnny sighed in your ear as he gave you another pinch, his other arm wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping your back pinned to his front.

"Got my clothes wet, made us miss our dinner reservation..." He rolled your clit beneath his water-wrinkled thumb.

"Made me drop my glasses, too. If those lenses are scratched... Well." He grinned into the skin of your shoulder.

"This is what happens to bad pussies, you know. You gotta learn your actions have consequences, babe."

You groaned at his crude metaphor, and made a shaky moan. Your throat was dry and scratchy, your tongue feeling like sandpaper from your whining, squealing, and moaning you'd done since he started this torture.

You felt the flames of your orgasm, so close to completely engulfing you, and you felt your heart speed up again at the promise of release.

But Johnny? Oh, he knew your body like that back of his hand, by now.

He knew how to read you the way a blind man reads a book written in braille; and he was always eager to study when it came to you.

And that, is precisely why he stopped, merely tapping his finger on your engorged clit, sighing as you thrashed, a needy sob coming from you as water splashed around you, your legs kicking weakly in protest.

"Johnny!" You cried, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.

"Mmm?" He hummed innocently, still tapping your clit in a way that was just pure torture, each point of contact sending lightning bolts striking up through you.

You could feel the hardness of his cock was pressed firmly against your ass, yet Johnny seemed perfectly content to ignore it in favor of driving you to the brink of insanity with just his fingers.

"God--just--fucking--" You cry, throwing your head back.

"Hey, now, keep talking like that and I'm gonna make sure you never get off." Johnny grinned at you, kissing your cheek.

"Johnny, I'm sorry--" You hiccuped pathetically. "Just please!"

"Please what, baby?" He cooed.

"Fu--please. Please please pleasepleaseplease let me cum."

"Aaaaaand?" He chuckled, swiping at your clit again.

"I'm sorry I got you wet!" You sobbed. "Ah-and--and made us miss d-dinner!"

"That's my girl! Knew you could do it!" He encouraged with a kiss to your shoulder.

When he pulled his hand away from your, you whined, thinking that he was messing with you and wouldn't give you the relief he had been teasing you with and yanking out of your fingers.

But when he spun you around and started to grind his cock against your folds in the water? You felt your mind get foggy with the promise of having his cock fuck you into oblivion.

"Been wanting to fuck you in the pool for a while." He grunted as you blindly reached down to line him up, sinking down so the tip of his cock popped into your aching hole.

Johnny tipped his head back with a deep groan that rumbled in his chest as you speared yourself down, nails biting into the wet skin of his shoulders, sliding down to leave deep red grooves in the skin.

"Goddamn, Kitten. You're so tight."

"Ah, god--fuck." You whine, desperately trying to get into a rhythm that you could settle into.

But it was hard. The slickness of the water made it difficult; awkward and hard to find purchase. You were getting frustrated now, and made an angry whine.

Johnny chuckled tightly and took pity on you, his feet planting on the tiles of the pool below (thankfully you were on the shallow end, right now) as he grabbed your hips.

He used the water to help him move you as he arched his back, thrusting up into you with vigor.

You squealed and doubled over as he rammed himself in mercilessly.

When he tipped his hips up in a certain way, your mind went blank with the white-hot pleasure that sparked in your blood. The flames of your orgasm that Johnny had been edging from you finally combusted, engulfing you in the choking flames with a frayed wail; your muscles clamping down on his cock as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sniffling from the overstimulation as he continued to slam up into you, his arms caging you against his chest.

"Fuck, so good for me, baby." He hissed through clenched teeth.

"Doing so. Fucking. Good." He grunted, punctuating each word with a harsh snap of his hips.

"Johhhnnnnyyyyy..." You mewled as his dick dragged in and out of your gummy walls.

"Fuck!" He rolled his eyes back with a deep moan, swallowing hard.

He knew he was going to cum soon, he never lasted long when you were this worked up and tight.

But damn, was it fun to work you up.

Johnny made a whimper in your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, biting down as his orgasm started to crest.

He had the mental acuity enough to pull out before he started to cum, milky white ropes spurting out of his swollen and achy tip, lazily wafting about in the waves that splashed around the two of you.

You both almost collapsed, letting the push and pull of the water ease your muscles.

"...Im thinking we should order out tonight." Johnny grinned at you.

"Up for some Chinese?"

#answered #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you #johnny cage smut #johnny cage mk #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1

[swapper]

Bro’s Night Out

The dwindling twilight seeped in through Alex's bedroom window like a slow leak, coating the room in a gentle lavender hue. Groggily, he tossed back the covers and rose from his bed, every hesitant step an electric spark in his excitable nerves. Alex traced the lingering echo of brother' presence in his bedroom, following it like a homing beacon. In a rush, he crossed the hall and entered his brother's bedroom. Alex closed his eyes, visualized his brother's silver chain which he gift so that he could possess his body. His mind crawled into his muscles, lazily exploring the firmness and strength of his limbs. The bedroom slipped away, replaced by an inky black void. A chilling dive into a pool of darkness with the faint hum of electricity charged the air.

With a thud, he opened his eyes. His vision was a nauseating, neon-wave wipe of colors, but a sudden jolt of familiarity settled him. Alex felt the softness of his brother's sheets under his fingertips, the Post workout musk of Lucas lingering subtly in the air. He reached for the full body mirror in his room, almost comically oversized by comparison to Alex's former size. He took in the sight of brother's impressive form, and his cock stirred in his shorts.

The mere sight of his brother's perfect physique was intoxicating, and the irrationality of it all started to seep in. But Alex couldn't help himself.

He let his hands roam over brother's body, savoring every solid curve and dip - a sensation that was now all too arousing. He traced his fingertips over the embedded muscles in his arms, letting out a low whistle.

"No wonder you got all the girls," Alex muttered as his hands came to rest on his chest. As they lingered there, awareness hummed through him, and he felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. What was he doing? Was this some kind of taboo power trip?

Alex wasn't sure, but he couldn't ignore the growing desire to abuse his brother's body. He began to grind his hips, the feeling of brother's cock hardening and growing under his shorts sending an electrifying sensation through his own body.

Alex slowly eased his hands down his ripped abs and slid them into his shorts. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's shaft, noticing how foreign yet exciting it felt.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," Alex mumbled.

His cock was now fully erect in Alex's hand, and the sensation was overwhelming. He couldn't believe he was touching his brother’s body in such an intimate way, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

The taboo excitement was like a drug, and Alex was quickly becoming addicted. He began to move his hand up and down, savoring every vein and ridge of Lucas' cock. He couldn't resist the urge to scope up and taste his brother's precum, pressing his pecs to the smoothness of his abs before trailing his tongue up to his mucky arm pit.

Alex let out a soft moan, and the sound only served to heighten Alex's excitement.

Alex started stroking his cock vigorously while pinching his sensitive nipples. As the tension began building. Alex moan loudly “Oh My God, I am Cumming” with that he splattered his cum all over the mirror. Alex in dazed state tasted some of cum.

Yeah Bro, you do taste nice. Am gonna come back for more. Wiping the cum on his chest, Alex release his brother’s naked body on his bed leaving the mess a souvenir for his brother in the morning.

#male body possession #male body swap #male body switch #male possession #male transformation #film911 #hypnokink #malebodyswap #body switch #body swap

[mopeyy]

Forgotten Love (Last Part)

Nor x Fem Na'vi Reader

angst/fluff

Summary: Reader is in love with Nor, but he's still in love with her dead sister.

Inspired by this post!!

You and Nor use to speak everyday, but now you've went a full week without talking. After your confession there was just no point in speaking to him. You knew he was going to reject you and you didn't need to hear him say it. It would hurt too much. Of course you missed talking to him, he's your best friend. But you couldn't look at him knowing that he didn't feel the same.

He hadn't made any attempt to speak to you. Mostly just looking at you from the corner of his eye. Or sharing a forced smile when you passed one another. It was exhausting really, but neither of you tried to fix it.

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You had recently took down a big RDA drilling facility, reducing the pollution percentage by a significant amount. So tonight the resistance was celebrating. The headquarters were filled with colorful party decorations and dancing music. You knew the humans were having a good time, but it didn't really feel like you needed to be there. You turnt to leave before hearing someone calling your name. "Y/n! y/n!" it was Teylan. He came running over to you, Cleary excited about the party. "Where do you think your going? this party is all about you." He smiled, nervously adjusting the cap on his head. "Im just going out to get some air Teylan. Ill be back in soon." You promised. He exaggerated a long sigh and told you to come back soon as he walked away. You softly shook your head and laughed at teylans antics.

You walked outside and found yourself sitting at a little pond that leads towards the waterfall. it was a nice kind of quiet, the only noise being the muffled music from the party. It was dark, allowing you to see all the stars in the sky. When you were in the RDA they didn't let you and the others outside much. they were scared that if you saw what was out there it would tempt you all to run away. After escaping the RDA you were never anywhere but outside. You stared at the pond in front of you, watching how the water would ripple when a little fish swam by. You smiled, dipping your legs into the pond for the cool relief the water gave you. You couldn't believe the RDA had kept this world from you for 15 years.

After a while of sitting there you heard foot steps behind you. You didn't turn around, you already knew who it was. "Done with the party?" Nor took a seat beside you and raised his brows in question. You only took a quick glance at him before turning your attention back to the water. "Yea, it's kinda hard to dance with all the tiny people around." you smiled, turning to look at him. He was already looking at you. He laughed and shook his head, "I guess it wasn't the best idea to put Na'vi and people into one room." He joked. Silence overtook you as neither of you knew what to say. You played with your hands trying to distract yourself from the awkward atmosphere. Nor cleared his throat to get your attention, "Listen y/n I...about what happened that night-" you cut him off, "Nor I already know what your gonna say and its just going to hurt more if I hear it so please don't." He shook his head and placed a gentle hand on your arm. "You don't know what im going to say, so please just...listen." he pleaded.

You nodded and he slid his hand off your arm. "I was thinking about everything and I wanted to apologize. Ive always admired Aha'ri and her bravery, and I may have had a small crush on her when we were kids. But that's all it was, a childish crush. That night when you found me, I was scared. Scared of how new everything is. I think I was talking about her because I wish I had some of that bravery too. Ive been thinking about what you said and you're right. You have always been there for me and I was too blind to see it." He saw how your attention was focused on the sky. He put his hand on your chin, turning you to face him. His green eyes piercing, as if they could see right through you. "If you'll let me, id like to be there for you too."

Your ears twitched, revealing the emotion you were trying so hard to hide. You had thought that he came out here to reject you, but it was the complete opposite. You wanted him to feel the same way about you, but you had to make sure it was for the right reasons. You tilted your head up at him and opened your mouth to speak, "Nor, I don't just want to be a reminder of my sister. I want you to want me, not just be with me because you can't have her."

He shook his head, his eyes saddening at your worries. "y/n believe me, that is not it at all. I want you. I want your smile, your laughter, your humor, your kindness, your beauty. You. Not anybody else." He reassured you.

You smiled at him, letting out a soft laugh. "Well then you can have me." He smiled at this and leaned in as your lips met. You had never thought things would end this way but you didn't mind as the kiss deepened and your hands combed through his hair. You knew now that everything would be alright.

Tagslist!

@avatar-of-envy-levi

#avatar frontiers of pandora #avatar frontiers of pandora x reader #nor avatar frontier of pandora #nor x reader #nor #nor frontiers of pandora

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

This meme, but its Soap and: "Johnny, where the fuck is my eyeshadow palette??" "Sorry-y-y-y, Christine! I was out of a war paint! I'll buy you another one, I promise!" And then he really buys another one, a completely another one, with the colors, Riot never used before, even on these rare occasions, when she used a tiny bit of shadows. But that actually helped her discover a few new options of a makeup, that look fantastic on her.

''JOHN IAN MACTAVISH''

It was in that moment when Soap knew he had fucked up.

His sister Isla tried to muffle a laugh when she saw the absolute terror in his baby blue eyes, already knowing what was about to go down. Her little brother had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to get her to help him save his hide, and the last five groaning at her laughter.

''Isla, please, PLEASE, she's gonna kill meh''

''Should'ave thought that better then, Bràthair (brother)'' Isla chuckled when he pouted, more worried about choosing her outfit for her date than helping. ''Why did'yae think t'was a good idea to use her eyeshadow for yer wee painting is beyond meh''

''Ah dinnae think it through, ah just needed silver pigments!'' Soap dove behind her bed to hide when they could hear Riot's steps coming down the stairs from the second floor. She knocked on the threshold once, shaking with anger, her blue eyes fuming.

''Where the FUCK is your useless brother?''

''Are ye gonna kill him?'' Isla turned in her stool with a big smile, seeing from the corner of her eye how Johnny was gesticulating wildly at her from the floor.

''YES''

''In that case, ah think ah saw him running to the barn''

''Thank you'' Christine turned in her heels to prowl down the stairs to the ground floor. When her steps died in the distance, Johnny raised his head over Isla's bed.

''Yer my saviour, sis''

''Ye better fix it, ye know. Tha'was her only palette'' Isla felt a bit of pity when she saw the crestfallen look on her brother's face. Everyone knew that Christine rarely bought things for herself, and the things she did buy lasted forever because she was very careful. Also, she rarely bothered with eyeshadow. ''Aww, dinnae look at meh like that, ye eejit. Listen, yer gonna do this...''

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''Please, pleeeease, pretty please with a cherry on top''

Christine rolled her eyes, trying hard to keep her frown when Johnny kept grovelling and apologizing, kneeling in front of her while she was sitting on the bed at the guest room (her room, as Mam insisted over and over again, but she resisted to believe).

''Just... stop it, Johnny. It's alright. It's just stupid makeup''

''Aye, it is... NO, NO IT ISN'T'' Johnny corrected himself immediately, seeing Isla's face peeking from the hallway, glaring at him. ''Ah mean, aye but nah. T'was yers and Ah ruined it, so it's only fair Ah make it up to yeh. Heeheh make up, got it?''

From the hallway, Isla facepalmed so hard that for a moment she was afraid Christine would hear, but she seemed just as dumbfounded, sighing.

''What have you done now, Johnny?

''Bought ye some, see'' The excited Scot emptied a shopping bag on the bed, starting to show her what he had bought. ''Isla told meh ye needed a naked palette...''

''Nude''

'T'is not the same?''

Christine sighed deeply, examining the nude collection palette in her hands. She couldn't deny some of the colours looked pretty, but she wasn't sure.

''Johnny, I don't think...''

''Wait, wait, Ah have more''

''What?''

He dropped palette after palette on her hands. A small one with bronze tones. Another one with a saturated, pearlescent deep purple. Another with rose-copper and russet-brown shades that he explained would combine well with her blue-gray eyes. And another single one with a vibrant peach.

''Ah dinnae keen what else to bring ye but... are ye crying?''

Christine shook her head slowly, still looking at the eyeshadow palettes, not knowing what to do. It was too much just for a silly thing like makeup. Johnny sat down beside her and grabbed her hands.

''Ah should nae touched yer things... here let me paint ye''

''Paint? What? I'm not a canvas, don't you... Johnny!''

Isla laughed under her breath, shutting the door when the bickering started again. Everything was right again in the MacTavish household.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #cod oc #cod original character #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty original character #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod fanfiction #christine riot vega #soap and riot #johnny mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #soap mctavish #call of duty oc

[lucky-3833]

Salem raping Ruby with the remains of Crescent Rose? Possibly while Summer and Yang watch? Willingly or otherwise in their case.

Gonna be a bit shorter than usual, but I just wanted to get it done instead of delaying and eventually losing the motivation.

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Salem lounged naked on her throne, fat cock draped over one of her pale thighs. Summer and Yang were bound to the walls on either side of her throne room, forced to watch each other's nude bodies be constantly molested by Grimm tendrils that emerged from the wall.

That wasn't the best part, though. No, what came next was the best part.

Right on time, little Ruby Rose was led into the room by the Hound clutching the chain around her throat. The chain attached to a metal collar, part of a set of accessories that were the only clothes Ruby was allowed to wear. The chain leash, the collar, a pair of nipple piercings, bracelets and anklets that could be locked together like manacles, and finally a ring pierced through her clit that could also have the chain attached to it, just in case Salem felt like making Ruby shriek with a slight tug.

And of course, the jewelry for such a fine conquest couldn't be any mere metal. No, of course not! As Ruby was dragged towards Salem, her eyes drifted down towards the familiar red, black, and silver colors that stained Salem's 'gifts' to her.

When Salem had captured Ruby, she'd snapped Crescent Rose in half over her knee. Then, later, she'd forced Ruby to straddle her cock and stare into the forge; the queen of the Grimm grinding against her with such skill that she'd timed Ruby's orgasm with the exact moment her beloved weapon melted into a useless puddle. Then, she'd fucked Ruby and made her keep watching as the metal was poured into molds, and capped things off by making Ruby cum again and again as the red hot jewelry sat at her feet, the redheaded girl's juices sizzling off of their surface.

Yang and Summer hadn't seen any of this. They might have even thought Ruby was still free. Their gasps of despair were music to Salem's ears- but even better was the quiet obedience of her broken-in toy. She took the leash from the Hound and dismissed the beast, dragging Ruby forward until her face was pressed into Salem's cock.

"This is a much better use for the materials, wouldn't you agree?" Salem chuckled.

Ruby shuddered, all her resistance long gone. When she looked up at Salem, her expression was nothing but worshipful, not even caring about her family watching her from only a few dozen feet away. "Yes, Mistress." She kissed Salem's cock. "Please, use my throat as roughly as you'd like to punish me for being stupid enough to resist you in the first place."

Salem's smirk widened, and she laced her hands in Ruby's hair. "If you insist. Good toy~"

Ruby's eyes rolled back in her head as Salem's cock plunged down her throat. Her old life was over.

But her new life was just beginning.

#rwby #mindbreak #ruby rose #not sfw #Salem #NSFT

[goron-king-darunia]

Eggtober 12th 2023

"Forbidden": Fried Eggs and Bacon

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Dry Gouache Brush, Gouache Blender, and some Pencil Brush details. Labor of love, however many colors, 2 hours.)

If you guess the source before you see the speedpaint, then I did it correctly. ;D

@lady-quen's breadbugs will have to wait for the fire to die down before they can snatch an eggy or two. And tagging @quezify, the, ahem, Wizard of Fried Eggs.

(This time I am not forgetting the speedpaint! Look at all those beginning details that end up hidden. XD

In other news, fire is hard to draw. I will have to do a study of it. Last time I drew fire it was for the background of my current icon and I used a method that would not work for this piece.

The reflection in the pan was hard too, the fan art I was referencing did is so perfectly. I'll have to study it further to properly do it justice.

I was going to use the grid method to make a more perfect study, but honestly it would have taken way longer and put way too much stress on it for me, I think, trying to get it perfect. Especially trying to put eyes on Calcifer. So it's all freehand and all eyeballed so you can see the pan is a little wonky. Also I couldn't find a good reference for the log-holder/grating in the hearth and I wasn't gonna pull out my DVD and get sidetracked for an hour for that one detail. So yeah, that part is just... being cleaned by Sophie. Or Howl disappeared it from the frame.

Anyway, 10/10, Ghibli really knows how to make food look ethereal and perfect and otherworldly and I hope I captured that with the unrealistically red bacon because yeah, I want to eat it even more when it's bright red for some reason... I was going to try to fit in a slice of bread and bowl of tea (That IS tea, right?) but didn't have a good place composition-wise to put it.

I wanted to do this piece last year but I decided that I would save it for a potential "film only" eggs ensemble, but couldn't resist this year. The pull was too strong. Besides, if I do more eggs from movies and TV, then I can always make a collection of them later.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys! And this time I made SURE not to forget the speedpaint! The file is too beefy for me to share on discord with friends, so I'm happy Tumblr can accept my hefty chunky speedpaint file!

#Eggtober 12 2023 #Eggtober 2023 #my art #art by GKD #fried eggs #bacon #and at the risk of spoiling it for people who didn't go under the readmore yet #who didn't recognize it right away #Howl's Moving Castle #fanart

[trashlama]

RISE!LEO X READER!

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This is basically a part 2 to →this←

I appreciate all the feedback for the first part! It really made my day, thank you!

NO MINORS/ONLY 18+!!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer the two memes in here are not mine. They just too good.

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Sensei wasn't kidding when he told tales about the New York City of old with it's diverse beauty hidden in the city's twinkling glow.

To think for the first fifteen years of his life that he lived in the ruins of this classic marvel. Unaware of it's majesty compared to the doomed world he was born into.

After shutting down the Krrangs' invasion coup, rescuing Raph from the slimy pink clutches of exterrestrial mind control, and Leo recovering from his near death experience. Things as the turtles liked to put it— "went back to normal as normal as The Big Apple could be".

Whatever that ment.

In these times of peace the ex-resistance soilder found solace in his menial lifestyle with the Hamatos when compared to the one in his previous timeline.

Not fighting for his life everyday was a definite plus for the raven-haired veteran.

No longer was his mind be plagued by the knowledge of pending Krrang assaults and inevitable carnage. Despite General Donatello's best efforts to fortify the Resistance base. Sirens that fore told destruction sounding off into the darkness still plagued the teenager's restless nights.

No more incidents and mission failures that resulted in multiple funerals in a given week. Trying to hold back saltwater spills as General Michelangelo added another drawn portrait to the wall of the fallen. Rows of those whose fates were cut short.

Gone are the daily intelligence meetings directed by the chief intelligence officer General O'Neil. Speeches typically held ending on a negative note despite her optimistic quips about pushing the pink tentacle freaks back and gaining the upper hand against these pests.

They tried. That's what mattered.

However Casey couldn't deny the jovial excitement of being in this time period.

Taking his Sensei's advice the young veteran had got to try the infamous Pizza. Rats were definitely a far cry from the greasy-delectable-gooyneess that is the New York stable and apparently could be found on almost any corner in Manhattan.

Crisp nights were spent hanging with the Mad Dog Crew. Video games, Lou Jitsu films, and bizarre mutant encounters kept things interesting. Something new always happening when he hung with the turtles.

It was strange being able to see his mentors in their youth, the crew not being too much older than himself. Their own personalities like his own were still developing, evolving into the people they'll become tomorrow.

Although some things never do change.

Especially when it came to his teacher.

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It wasn't anything new when Leo said he was gonna go out for a while.

Raph— being the protective older brother of course questioned his blue bandana wearing sibling of his destination. Even though at this point it was a cycle of deflection with the red eared slider. Raph still tried.

With his normal nonchalant attitude Leo dismissed his older sibling's worries.

"Take a chill pill Raph! I'm just going for a midnight stroll— ya' know? Nothing to get yer panties in a twist~" the adult mutant turtle shrugged off, teasing his brother as he made for the door.

" Tch! Im'a just tryin'a look out for ya' Leo! No one knows where ya' keep goin' and Im'a tryin'a respect yer space and all but, were worried for you!" The alligator snapping turtle expressed flustered by his brother's reluctance to be open.

Casey wanted to butt-in but, he didn't want to cross any unnecessary lines.

He might know the future turtles of his time but, he didn't want to push too many personal boundaries with these versions of his family.

The two stared one another down for a brief moment before the younger olive-green turtle retreated for the exit once more.

For a second, onyx colored irises looked Raph's direction as if contiplating something only to swiftly shift back towards the door way.

"It's fine Raph. I'm just patrolling and then coming back, stop the worrin' Bro." Leo reassured. His smile didn't match what his pools of ink told.

The door like the conquering thunder in springtime, boomed when it slammed closed.

For a moment the foliage colored turtle towered in the entry way.

Casey could tell from the ninja's look that Raph wanted to chase after Leo. Find out for himself what his brother sought to keep secret from the rest of the Hamatos.

Only for the tired adult snapping turtle to turn and retreat into the confines of his chambers.

An awkward pregnate silence took over the room shortly after.

Donnie left first, muttering something about a project he needed to work on.

Only for Mikey to follow offering Casey Jr. to join the youngest turtle for games if he wanted.

Acknowledging the offer, Casey remained rooted to the couch in the main room. Lost in his own thoughts swaying between future and present time.

Memories of his past, the future that will never come to fruition. Flooded into his brain.

Casey knew where Leo was going.

More specifically who the red eared slider was going to see.

(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).

In his time (Y/n) was a woman from Master Leonardo's past that he couldn't leave alone.

The Resistance leader lurked in the shadows of his desire, regardless if the (h/c) haired female was aware or not. Monopolizing you for his own selfish attachments. Held by a leash the blue bandana wearing turtle held short.

You were the Commander's.

Everyone in the Resistance knew—

And no one stopped it.

And those who did attempt to do so faced dire consequences. Usually ending up on a suicide run into Krrang territory.

Those who made it back rarely made the same mistake on aiding you twice. And if they did, they definitely wouldn't again.

Leo made sure of that.

Even the slider's brothers and close friend chose to ignored the obvious.

Many times Casey had tried to convince them. Pulling at his greasy raven strands in frustration at their lack of interest.

Not once did any of them step in. Never lifted a finger or spoke against their leader's wishes.

General O'Neil was too engrossed in her work to listen to Casey's "childish" worries. When bigger threats prowled the broken streets. The woman had other far more pressing matters to be consumed by.

General Donatello wouldn't even listen to the adolescent. Choosing to continue hovering over his abyss of data. Not even sparing the boy-soilder a glance. Orbs of night never straying from the ever-changing code that flew across bright illuminated screens.

Out of all them, General Michaelangelo's response was the most disturbing. The youngest of the generals sympathized with his elder brother. Actively choosing to look past your despair for the greater good of Leo's psyche and the Resistance.

For everyone—

But you.

Deep down Casey Jr. always felt like the box turtle knew what would happen if the red eared slider lost you. The elder having a knack for sensing people's emotions.

For the first three years you fought tooth and nail. Planned and replanned so many jailbreaks. Awaited your chance to disappear from Leo's grasp.

However nothing was successful. Always in the end being dragged back by the sewer's apex predator.

Casey assisted where he could with what limited resources he had at his disposal. Signing up for missions with you so that you guys may coordinate without the looming olive phantom haunting the shadows.

He tried to help you and you did too.

But he was just a kid and you were just the prey bidding it's time in the tall grass. You both were stuck in this hellish world in this false place of sanctuary.

At times without anyone asking, you'd play out the roles he needed in his life. Fluctuating between a big sister to a motherly figure depending on what you thought he needed.

Many times Casey was grateful for the support.

He felt for (y/n). That's why he did the best he could. He just wanted you to be happy.

Alas it wasn't meant to be.

By the fourth year under Leo's supervision you were defeated. Resigned to the shelled hunter who just won't leave you be.

Casey tried to spur you on. Reignite the flame that burned in your chest.

But you just couldn't do it.

Successfully the domineering leader had smothered your fire in his embrace. The coals of your soul being treated by snakes of possession that slithered into your ribs and whispers of adoration that rewrote the manuscript of your mind.

It was easier to give in than to keep hurting.

Casey couldn't watch that happen again.

He wouldn't.

The raven haired teenager already messed up the spacetime continuum with his presence.

What's a little more damage control gonna hurt?

Mind set in stone, he flipped down his hockey mask.

The faint squeak of the lair door did not go unnoticed by the other inhabiting residents as Casey disappeared into the night.

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It was a close call but, thankfully he did not miss your performance.

It twas another quite late weekday night at the aging basketball court. Squeaking shoes alongside the whoosh of the webbed hoop were the best back up singers to the beat of your ball and the panting breaths that escaped your soft looking lips. His favorite song to go with his favorite basketball ballerina.

The air was warm despite the recent onslaughts of cold fronts recently. Not that the weather would deter you from your nightly routine. Sweat ran down the curve of your (skin tone) face. (E/c) eyes trained on the basket as you alternated between point lines.

Leo sigh, the fondness for the girl below evident in his love-struck gaze. Lips posed in a goofy manner, the turtle unable to withhold the emotions flooding his system from taking control of his facial muscles.

He loved watching you play. Everytime. Since the first time he caught a glimpse of your skilled layout.

The way you maneuvered while laying up your shot was something to behold. The graceful beauty in your moves complimented the NBA performance that you gave every single time you shot the ball.

Coordinated and enchanting

It was such a perfect combination.

The hearts in his gaze followed you across the court. Dancing a Devine ballet under the fluorescent glow of the fenced in stage with leaps that would make Micheal Jordan jealous.

So enthralled in the mystical sight before him, the red eared slider almost didn't pick up on the approaching foot steps that was heading towards his direction.

Within a microsecond the mutant ninja turtle withdrew his dual swords, the clang of the steel weapons hitting the metal of Casey Jr's gauntlet woke Leo of his trained focus.

" Casey Jr? What'cha doin' here? " The dumb founded look was not missed by the teen in question . Surprise extched across the young version of his Sensei's face.

He's been caught.

"I could ask the same thing about you ." Casey retorted. Shaking the turtle's blades off his gauntlet like the leafs in autumn trees.

Teddy bear brown eyes slide down to the figure in the court. Gaze softening slightly at the sight of the new but, familiar (h/c) haired woman.

" What are you doing Leo? "

The olive-green turtle was not pleased. A thin frown sucked in his bottom lip. Young inky orbs gazed at Casey Jr. Informing the other of the dangerous game that the teenage veteran was playing.

Trying his preferred recent method of escape, the adult slider deflected.

" Pfffh! None-ya business! " The ninja scolded.

" I'm an adult and I can do things on my own. It's me who should be asking ya', what you're doin' here? " Leo pressed, turning the tables to chastise the raven haired teen instead.

Casey wasn't impressed. So far during his time here it was nothing new when it came to the younger version of his master.

Taking the silence as his immediate answer, the blue bandana wearing turtle began to continue telling off the apocalyptic born teenager.

" Got nothin' to say? Great! Why don'tch'a run back to the lair like a good little boy and—"

" I know why you're here Leo and who for. "

Casey's interjection immediately shut up the blabbering olive-green turtle. His comment gaining the young mutant's undivided attention.

"What do you mean Casey?"

"Yeah whatcha' mean Casey?"

Leo swore he was going to throw himself right off this ledge.

From the shadows, the owner of the gruff voice emerged with two figures that backed up his lumbering stature.

There stood a definitely not happy Raph. Arms crossed his chipped plastron in obvious display of his displeasure with the scene. Brows furrowed at the two in front of him. Carrying the aura of a displeased mother ready to whip out the chancla.

Behind the alligator snapping turtle's left was a Donatello who was obviously here to capture Raph beating Leo's ass. Cause what else are brothers for?

Then to the irked elder brother's right was Mikey. Trying to get a comprehension of the situation the trio just walked into. Not wanting the end result to be just straight up violence without trying to resolve with talking first.

Casey did not expect this.

Before future boy even got the chance to speak, Leo rushed to answer the question. A dark blush erupting across his olive cheeks dusting them in a pinkish hue.

"It's nothing! Absolutely nothing! I think I am ready to head back now— " Leo rabbled trying to push the his brothers away from the scene just down below.

"Whatcha' hiding Leo?!" Raph roared. Pushing past his brother to walk towards the edge. Only to get the answer to his question.

Just not in the way he thought.

"Hello? Is someone up there?"

The blue bandana wearing turtle really hated his luck tonight.

For a solid few minutes no one moved or made a sound.

Leo would have to throttle them if they did.

It wasn't until the beating of your ball returned to fill the empty void is when the gang took it as the coast was clear.

Sighs of relief left all five of them as they took a moment to reassess the situation.

Not even a second later the three other color coded turtle brothers threw themselves at the ledge to see who had called to them.

Down below, a cute (h/c) haired girl dribbling a basketball across the faded court. Laying out shots and moves that would school them in less than five seconds.

Mischievous knowing grins stretched across the three brothers green complexions as they turned to look back at their brother.

" Don't you do it." Leo warned. Onyx eyes glaring at his brothers who were ready to explode from the sight.

And of course it was Michaelangelo who did first.

" Leeeooooo hass aaaaww cruuuussshhh!" Mikey squealed. Warm grey eyes brightening at the reveal. Shuffling closer to his brother with a dorky face.

"It all makes sense now why ya' didn't want anyone ta' know!" Raph laughed. His scowl quickly replaced with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh Leon, don't you know that we would've found out eventually?" Donnie mused. Making sure to use one of his pairs of robotic arms to get a pic of his blue bandana wearing brother's flustered expression.

They were all laughing. Well except Leo and Casey Jr.

"Okay, okay! Can you guys please leave now!" The adult slider begged, using his force to push his brothers further away from the court below where his ballerina was.

The ex-resistance soldier was at a loss for words. One moment the threat of a showdown with his master's younger self. The next, was a dog pile of fluff that could rival the amount of cavities you'd get from eating a whole store of nothing but candy.

"Come on Casey Jr! Let's leave Leon to gawk at his cwwrruusshh!~" Mikey gushed. Throwing a moss green arm around the younger raven-haired boy's shoulder.

Casey shrugged off the youngest brother's arm. Before replying with a grin of his own. "Okay Mikey, I'll catch up with you guys in a few."

Giving the doomsday boy the thumbs up the other three turtles siblings ran off ahead. Making sure to continue teasing their blue bandana brother with kissy noises as they departed.

They were assholes. But Leo loved them.

" So, what's up future-boy?" the red eared slider quipped. Raising an unamused brow to the fifteen year old ex-soldier.

"(Y/n). Stay away from her." Casey warned.

Anger burned within those inky abyss of the mutant's glare sparked by the teenager's response. His grip on his fore arm tightened and his lip grew tight with displeasure.

"Yeeeaaahhh— no. I don't think I will" Leo responded. Eyes sharp like the sheathed blades the turtle carried. The hockey masked teen returned the same look.

"You see sénõr— I'm in love with the sénõritá of my dreams" the blue bandana ninja stated. "It's a fact that the hero always gets the girl." He continued. "Every Lou Jitsu movie proves so and I the awesome handsome hero will win the heart of the girl. And —"

"How when you never talk to her?" Casey asked simply.

Onyx irises widen slightly. " Whatcha' mean? I might've not worked up the mojo yet but—"

"Leo, in my timeline you never spoke to (Y/n). Not until after the Krrang invasion." The veteran spoke. A shadow forecast his gaze the mask helping to aid in hiding his expression.

" You became leader of the Resistance and worked hard for many years. Too hard. I guess it hurt you so much that when you saw her again you couldn't risk losing her. Not again. "

" You didn't hurt her physically but, mentally. She wasn't the girl that is down in that court right now. " Casey admitted. His pitch voiced the despair he could still remember clearly in your (e/c) eyes.

Leonardo listened carefully. His expression serious versus his iconic clownish behavior.

The look reminded Casey of his Sensei. The years washed over the young ninja in a matter of seconds revealed by the receding tide.

"What I am saying is I'm watching you." The teenager sighed looking too old to be fifteen and too young to have served in a war.

Don't make me regret not doing anything now" Warned the boy-soilder. " I will tell your brothers of your problems if you don't fix them now."

A solemn look haunted the turtle's expression.

" Just treat her right " the raven hair veteran chirped. Gifting the adult red eared slider a reassuring grin and a pat to his shell.

" I will. " Leo confirmed.

"That's the spirit. Look I better scram I sure Mikey is won—"

Speaking of the box turtle, the cell in the future boy's pocket suddenly went off. The phone screen brighting up with the name of the person trying to contact him. Tiny speakers blaring the Lou Jitsu game theme song.

"Welp that's gotta be Mikey." Casey chuckled, swiping the phone out his pocket only to pause. Thumb hovering over the answer button.

" Just... remember I will protect her from you if I have too. " Casey reiterated. The neon green dots of his mask making his point clear even if his words didn't.

" Aye, aye Captain~" Leo confirmed giving the ex-resistance soldier a faux solute.

With a shake of his head the teen lifted his gauntlet to the neighboring structure. "See you later Leon"

"Right back at you Spiderman"

"Who?"

"Oh God no. Ask Donnie he can help you."

"O-kaaay.... see you."

"Adios amigo!"

With click spur of gears a burst of steam sent the graveling hook and Casey Jr flying through the illuminated metropolis back towards the lair. Regrouping with the rest of the Hamato clan.

Now that the mutant looney tunes was over, the blue bandana turtle could go back to enjoy his muse.

With an eager anticipation in his bones the turtle turned back to the aged court only to find that you were wrapping up for the night. Your usual (2f/c) towel in hand as you shrug on your (f/c) sports jacket. The sweat from your workout must've been turning cold.

Leonardo knows that he made a deal with Casey Jr but, it was hard not to follow the basketball ballerina home.

He'll just make sure she gets there safe.

Don't want another mutant rooster coming for the (e/c) eyed woman.

Next thing Leo knew he was back in his favorite camping spot, perched in the fire escape as he watched you unwind while watching your Lou Jitsu movies. Slurping down the top ramen that you ate religiously.

And like clock work you were out.

The blue color coded turtle knew he shouldn't.

Especially because of his deal with Casey Jr but, for Gram-Gram sake! This was his chance.

The night was young enough that the morning dawn wouldn't rise for a while. He had some wiggle room with this.

The quiet chatter from the television masked the faint creaky slide of the dingy window being opened.

The mutant turtle slithered into the sparse apartment. Finding the lack of personality to the place.

Was she possibly like April and spent all her money on school?

Upon inspection darks orbs found stacks of college books on the counter. Spines of the bemoths had topics about physics, engineering and mechanics.

She'd probably have a blast chatting with Donnie about his nerd stuff.

Somehow the thought turned the olive-green turtles gut but, didn't read too much into it.

Standing in the small space, Leo found himself already looming over most of your sparse belongings. Finding himself snickering or chuckling as he walked around the studio.

What you did have besides your surplus of top ramen bursting out of your little pantry in the area he assumed was supposed to be a little dollar-store kitchenette you assembled.

Stacked to the side of the crooked entertainment center in half-assed stack was an assortment of retro game cartridges, similar to the one Mikey retrieved from that merchant he went to for his Lou Jitsu game.

On the coffee table second-hand Jupiter Jim comics were splayed out amongst other papers. He assumes homework based on the frustrated mathematical problems written, scratched out, revised and rewritten again.

He hadn't meant to but, his wandering gaze made itself back to you. Somehow it always does. May the red eared slider be be awake or in his dreams.

He always found his way back.

Even when he doesn't mean to.

Subconsciously Leo apologized to Casey Jr for his dishonorable actions and how he was about to further break his promise.

Gulping down the saliva that pooled in his mouth. His left hand carefully caressed your soft (skin tone) skin a little grimy leftover from your show but, still just as lovely as the lashes that hid tired (e/c) orbs from his direct sight.

His thumb traced your cheek down the slope of your jaw before skimming back towards the soft plump object his dark gaze kept getting drawn back too.

He really couldn't help himself.

He was disgusting but, he couldn't deny the monkey that rattled in the ribs that caged it.

He really does love you.

Leaning forward the turtle pressed his lips on his thumbs target. Successfully devouring your mouth. His three digit hand came to hold your chin keeping your face in place so he may taste more.

Pulling away the grown mutant was basically a glowing red light bulb with how hot his face was.

He did it. He got his kiss but, the animal part of his brain wouldn't calm down.

It wouldn't accept just this one stolen kiss.

He had to have you. You were a drug like no other. Better than any endorphins he ever received from beating his brothers at their various competitions to having the last glorious slice of the pepperoni pie.

This was sooo much better.

Sorry Casey Jr but, I just can't stay away from her...

For a moment Leo really thought he could walk away.

Just admire from a distance.

Look, don't touch.

Allow (Y/n) to just live her life like the woman she was becoming. Just be happy for her.

But Leo was selfish. He knows this.

That's why he's gonna have to meet her. Somehow, someway. He needed to be closer.

These nighttime ballets can only sustain the zoo in his chest for so long.

With a sigh of content the adult slider petted the side of your sleeping face. Looming over you the turtle knew he couldn't leave until he stole one more sinful taste. Cradling the back of your head, threading strands of (h/c) with his large free hand.

He just needed it to last as long as possible. Just until next time.

Reluctantly the turtle left. Disappearing like the whisps of the departed without a sound.

The window sealed shut behind the vanishing olive ghost.

°°°°°°

Upon arriving back at the lair Leo found there wasn't a soul left in the main room as he crept through the sleeping base and into his bedroom.

The red eared turtle was about to retire to the land of dreams when he received a light knock on his door. A moment of silence before an adolescent voice broke through the thin barrier

"Leo? May I come in?"

Shit. It was Casey Jr.

"Sure bud. Me casa tu casa~" the tired ninja yawned. Dark eyes examining the teen who entered, shutting the door behind him as he passed through.

"What's up Casey 2.0?" The mutant inquired. Raised frow to join in his questioning look.

Leo knew why he was here.

The ex-resistance soldier sighed. No longer hidden behind his hockey mask. Eyes like Raph's teddy bears pierced through his mutated being.

"How was your patrol? You got back pretty late." Casey sneered. The disappointment was evident on the teens face. Lip tucked downwards.

He knew.

Leo was sure of it.

"It was fine. (Y/n)'s practice took for eeevvverr! And I thought women were supposed to take twenty million years on their hair not their game!" Leo humored.

"Ha." Casey mocked.

Despite it being the blue color coded turtle's chambers. An uncomfortable spill of stagnant silence over took the room. Air sapped up by rising waters.

He was giving Leo a chance to confess. Be honest now.

But, the veteran already knew what the red eared slider would choose. The ninja was his Commander for fifteen years of his life after all.

"Welp Casey Jr, if you don't need anything else. Some of us need our beauty sleep~" Leo ushered.

Casey took the hint.

"Goodnight Casey."

"Goodnight Leonardo."

The raven haired teen didn't bother making a show out of his departure back to his own quarters. Knowing that their conversation was a good enough indication of trust in their future relationship.

There will be none.

Casey scoffed as he laid back into his bed roll that Splinter lent him.

Fucking Leonardo. It didn't matter if it was the past, present, alternative future that red eared slider mutant mother fucker was always the same.

Spacetime continuum his ass.

Some things just never changed.

¶¶Creater's Notes¶¶

I did it! I finished it! Against my need for sleep I have finished this part dooooonnnneee!

I hope you guys liked it!

This basically is a part 2 to →this←

Might come out with a little ✨bonus part✨ for this little two-shot series I got going.~

I was originally gonna put in this one at the end after the creator's notes but, I was too eager to get this thing out.

Just let me know if you guys want it or not.

Technically I finished last night before bed but, I wanted to proof read one more time before posting.

Catch you guys on the flip side~

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Jealousy Jealousy ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

pairing: gojo satoru x fem! reader with superiority complex

synopsis: gojo won’t give up pursuing a one-night stand with you, but you’ve made it clear you’re not that type of girl; he only sees that as resolve to make you his.

content: light smut, jealousy, controlling tendencies, mentions of sexual themes.

wc: 2,790 m.list

No one ever understood your relationship with Gojo Satoru for multiple reasons. For starters, he was the Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive and the most coveted man among the female populace. That said, who the hell were you and more importantly, how did you manage to become his girlfriend? These were the same two questions everyone who caught a glimpse of you two holding hands in public asked themselves without fail. You always overheard the murmurs; continuously noticed the stares, but you pretended you didn't.

After all, it was you who pleased him to his heart's content every night—not them. It was you who forced him to throw in the towel every so often because your hunger and desire were boundless when it came to Satoru. He always caved and satisfied you, even when he didn't have anything left in him anymore, but you always wanted more. Satoru adored that about you more than he'd ever like to admit.

He took pride in his ability to please women, always boasting that there wasn't a woman alive that could keep up with him to his friends. Until you came along. The moment he laid his cerulean colored eyes on you he had one single thought on his mind: “I'm going to ruin her.”

Boy was he wrong. Little did he know you were a scheming minx who prided herself in forcing men to bend to her will. You made this crystal clear when you two met as well.

Usually, any woman who even got as much as a glimpse of Satoru would go berserk. It was different with you though. No matter how much jewelry, money, expensive clothes, or other materialistic gifts he threw in your face, he could never manage to coax you into his arms.

You weren't a gold digger either; you simply had no interest whatsoever in men who flaunted their money to impress you. The only way to your heart was by being worshiped like the goddess you knew you were.

It wasn't like Satoru hadn’t been informed of this since the moment you became acquainted; he was merely putting it to the test. This was due to the fact that he had a hard time believing any woman could resist his charms and good looks, so he took it upon himself to prove you wrong.

“What do you mean you don't believe me?” you replied with a smug look.

“Yeah, I think you're full of shit. How do you continuously turn away a night filled with passion with someone like me every time I come over?” Satoru responded while flexing his muscles, his body leaning towards you so that you could get a clear view of his toned body.

You have had this conversation a million times before. He always came knocking at your door, letting himself in before you could even invite him inside. He would then begin offering you what he considered the deal of a lifetime: sex with him. You always said no, but in his head he must've heard, “Not right now; try again later, my beautiful blue-eyed king!”

“Someone like you? What do you mean by that?” you repeated in confusion.

“I mean someone as handsome as me—irresistible as well.” Satoru replied with a complacent grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, already knowing where this conversation was headed. “And? Just because you're attractive doesn't mean I'm gonna drop my panties at your beck and call. I value myself more than that— I don't know if you do.”

“Excuse me!? Are you calling me a man-whore??” he riposted with a stunned expression.

He couldn't believe she had the nerve to insult him in such a manner. It wasn't that he felt offended; if anything, he felt challenged by her remarks.

“Never did I use such a vulgar word when I answered you, ‘toru. If you're becoming this defensive it must be because you know my words hold some truth to them.”

Gojo remained silent for a moment. He knew both your comments were true but he would never admit it. All the attention he got from women was the food that fueled his ego. The fact that someone like you would defy him like this was only hurting his amour propre.

Why did she keep turning him down? Was it because his good looks were starting to fade away? No, that couldn't be it. He had just finished dicking down a girl he met for the first time an hour before he got here. He had only come over to your house right after because that interaction had him feeling invincible.

If he could sway a stranger into sleeping with him then why the hell couldn't he coax you into it as well? You were giving him a run for his money and he hated it. Still, that wasn't gonna stop him from pursuing you.

“Oh don't be like that, tell me what it is I need to do so you'll give me the time of day and I'll do it.” he responded with a dulcet tone, in hopes that his words would persuade you. He was internally kicking himself for even saying those words out loud.

“Why are you so obsessed with this whole thing? Are you trying to prove something to yourself by getting me into bed? I already told you it takes more than a silver tongue to make that happen.”

Gojo let out a sigh of disappointment laced with annoyance. His patience was languishing by the second but he knew that he had to get a clear answer out of her.

Deep down he knew she loved the cat and mouse game they had going on. If she didn't, she would've kicked him to the curb by now, but she kept him around despite his numerous failed attempts to pursue her.

He had tried everything: paying for her nail appointments, buying her pricey clothes and shoes, taking her to luxurious restaurants, and even gifting her the latest technology.

Even after all this, he always got turned down and he would sulk all the way back home like a wounded puppy with his tail between his legs. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't catching actual romantic feelings for you after spending so much time with you. In all actuality he had tried everything except one thing.

“Mmm—do I need to beg?” he asked in a defeated tone.

“Yes. On your knees actually.”

“You can't be serious.”

“Do I look like I'm joking?” you replied with a snarky tone. Your words did have some bantering undertones to them, but the only reason you said them was because you knew he would never beg. Maybe this way he'd finally give up trying to sweet talk you into a one-night stand with him.

“Oh my god. You're horrible for even suggesting something like that.”

“There's the door if my suggestion displeases you.”

“I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it.” he raked his hands through his lustrous white mane in frustration before continuing. “Damn it–you better not tell anyone about this!”

“Don't tell me what to do.” you retorted.

It seemed as if he was committed to begging after all. You weren't expecting it, but everyone has a breaking point after all. Now, if he was going to give you a show, you were sure to enjoy it and even store the video on your phone as memorabilia. You reached over to the back pocket of your denim jeans and pulled out your lilac pink-cased phone that Gojo himself gifted you not too long ago.

*ding* an ostentatious chime reverberated across the room as you pressed the record button on your phone. At least that's how Gojo discerned it as he stood there witnessing first hand how you continued to belittle him. As luck would have it, he found this utterly appeasing for some unknown reason.

“Damn–she really has no interest in sparing my feelings even after a year of us knowing each other.” he thought internally. He huffed a small breath through his nose before placing one knee firmly on the ground followed by the other.

His body almost seemed to be moving in slow motion as he processed what he was doing. He continued by pressing his palms together firmly in a begging gesture.

All of this was borderline ridiculous to him, but he had no room to complain after it was him who spent a year gifting her pretentiously exorbitant items to sway her. Gojo took one last deep breath before picking his head up and giving you a facial expression that pleaded for your approval.

“Please—may I have the pleasure of having you tonight? I would be the most exultant man on Earth if you would grant me this opportunity. I swear that I'll cherish it with every fiber in my body. I'll make it my mission to please you like no one ever has. Please grant this starving fool his only wish. I beg of you.”

The chime from your phone sounded once more as you ended the video, placing the phone into your back pocket once more. You let out a mischievous taunting grin as Gojo’s imploring declaration was exactly what you wanted to hear.

Seeing him on his knees and supplicating for your attention was everything you stood for. This was what you were put on this Earth to do.

However, as enticing as his words were, you weren't satisfied. Sure his commitment to the act was alluring, but you weren't a one-night stand girl. He was either fully committed to you or nothing.

“Nope—I don't do one-night stands, sorry.” you retaliated while looking down at him in a condescending manner.

“Then be my girlfriend.” he replied without hesitation. He picked himself up from the floor and walked towards you, meaning every word he said.

“I thought you didn't do relationships, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was true. He never committed to relationships for more than half a year. Why did he have to constrain himself to one woman after all? He could have anyone he wanted so why settle?

At least that's what he thought before meeting you. Maybe it was your taunting nature, or your sense of superiority over him that drove him to defy this ideology within him.

“Fuck that—I don't want anyone else. I'll marry you right now if that will make you believe that I'm serious about this. I'm tired of the back and forth. Be mine and mine only for the rest of eternity.”

—

Not only had you procured his love and affection, but you also managed to unveil his jealous side along the way. Satoru swore he wasn't jealous; he was only looking out for his girlfriend. This was the same excuse he used over and over again due to the fact that admitting he was jealous would mean admitting he felt insecure.

He had fought tooth and nail to get you to say yes to being his girlfriend, almost milking his bank account dry along the way for you. Not that it inconvenienced him.

He wasn't about to let any peasant near you and let them think they had a chance with you. After all, he made himself believe that you looked a million times more alluring than you did before you guys met because of what he invested in you.

“I told you to stay the fuck out of my phone Satoru!” you spoke spitefully. This was the thousandth time you had to whisk your phone away from your boyfriend’s hands. No matter how many times he snooped through it and you lectured him, he wouldn't let the habit die.

Gojo rolled his cerulean eyes at you in vehement. He then crossed his arms as he sat on the white velvet sofa in your house, something he also paid for.

“Whatever. Don't think I didn't see that provocative picture in your camera roll that I haven't received yet. I better see it on my phone by the end of the day. Who the hell are you taking those for anyway??”

“You're so fucking insufferable. That was supposed to be a surprise for you later. You just spoiled your own gift you dumbass.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened in shock as he realized what he just did. All because of his inability to stay out of your phone. He swiftly got up from the couch and walked towards you from behind, placing his arms around your waist and swaying you side to side.

“Awww I can pretend I didn't see anything, pretty girl. You know I meant no harm.” his breath tickling your skin as he planted soft kisses on your neck. “What's this? You're not wearing the necklace I got you?”

“I sold it.” you retorted.

“Please, you'd never sell anything I ever gifted you. You still have the candy wrappers from the first candies I ever gifted you.”

“Shut up–I just let my friend borrow it for her date. I think I'll let her keep it.”

“And why is that?”

“Well~” you reply before turning your body around to face your boyfriend, placing your arms around his neck. “I think it's only fair you got me a new one after the stunt you pulled yesterday.”

Satoru knew exactly what you were talking about. You had gone out to lunch together and he pulled one of his jealous acts again. Except this time he did it in public, something you completely despised.

You didn't mind his proprietorial attitude towards you simply because he always atoned for it by fucking your brains out. You always went from shrieking his name in a reprimanding manner to moaning it in less than an hour.

Yesterday was different however, your male friend had approached you to say hi with no ill intentions. Howbeit, Satoru didn't feel the same way.

He felt like your “conversation” with your little friend was taking too long and that he was ogling you with prurient eyes.

After surmising this, he got up from his seat and dragged you out of the restaurant by your wrist. Your wrists aching in torture as his grasp prompted the diamond bracelet to dig into your skin. You knew the scene that would follow if you protested; you simply let him haul you to the car.

“Have you lost your fucking mind Satoru??” you jerked your arm back and massaged your throbbing wrist as he was opening the door to shove you inside. “I was having a conversation with my friend before you barbarically manhandled me, you dick.”

“Your friend clearly wanted more than just a conversation with you. Don't act dumb with me.” he retaliated.

Although he was livid, he knew not to ever maul you with such heedlessness, but this occasion was disparate from all the others. He vigorously jostled you into the car and slammed the door. Before you could even say anything, he hastened over to the driver’s side and situated himself behind the wheel. His seething expression felt as if you were the one in the wrong here. He was quite literally foaming at the mouth as he refrained from yelling at you.

The conversation only escalated from there until you demanded that he drop you off home. You didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the night—until he came over in the morning to pry into your phone.

Now you were here—coaxing him into buying you another necklace simply because you felt like it. All you had to do was bat your prepossessing eyelashes at him a few times; he always succumbed to your antics.

You bring your hands up behind his neck, slowly trailing them into his silky hair. A mischievous smirk emerging from your lips as you processed the notion of having the strongest sorcerer at the palm of your hands.

Satoru’s hand kept a light touch on your body as he trailed it to the side of your ribs, cupping your breasts amorously as you stood in front of him. His hands groping the fat in your boobs ardently. It had been weeks since you last handed your body over to him; he had only himself to blame for that, his demanding behavior was beginning to irk your nerves. Seeing you in that low-cut lace satin shirt only aggrandized his sexual appetite for you. He had to feel you tighten around him no matter the cost. He’d even settle with fingering you at these altitudes.

“For you, I’d purchase the entire jewelry store, princess.” he finally answered.

He had actually attempted that on multiple occasions, but you always stopped him.

“Tell me what it is your heart desires and I’ll arrange for it.”

ꨄauthors notes: hihi! this is my first time ever writing a fanfic feel free to leave any constructive feedback! hope you enjoyed <33

#gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojou satoru x reader #satorugojo #jjk x you #jealous gojo

[plinthpilled]

Hii! Can you do some headcanons about sejanus x covey|Fem reader please? 🫶🏻

ofc!! here you go <3 (sorry for not doing this sooner I was losing it 😭)

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❀ story based headcanons ❀

- you two would have met during the first performance that Lucy gray was back from the games. you met his eye in the crowd but didn't think much of it. you definitely thought he was cute but he was a peacekeeper so you let the thought slip your mind.

- Lucy gray of course noticed it and thought A LOT of it. she just thought it'd be the cutest thing if you and sejanus and her and coryo could go on double dates. she planned yall's future together in a matter of seconds (she's adorable I love her)

- after the show she went up to you and basically dragged you over to the two men, telling you the plan of what was going to happen.

"you already know who Coriolanus is, right? " she asked. "yes, of course. you won't stop talking about him!" you giggle. she rolls her eyes jokingly. "well his little friend over there, sejanus, I caught him looking at you like you were just the most stunnin' thing he ever saw. so y'all are gonna talk and it's gonna be great, okay?" she said, still grabbing your hand and leading the way. you sigh and nod, knowing there was no way to talk her out of this. you weren't mad at the idea of getting to know him either way though.

- all of you talked and introduced yourselves and all that. you couldn't help but stare into his big brown doe eyes. he was ravishing. from the way he was looking at you, you guessed he thought the same about yourself.

- Lucy gray made a plan to bring the two peacekeepers up to the lake with the Covey. you tried to conceal your excitement about getting to see sejanus without a shirt and wet hair but apparently it wasn't hidden that well.

you felt a tap on your shoulder. "stop daydreaming about seeing him topless, y/n!" Lucy gray whispered into your ear and you flushed. you didn't know you were being that obvious. "why are you blushing?" sejanus asked. "uh- no reason!" you stammered.

- the day had finally arrived. you were dreading and also dreaming going up to the lake. it was a scary thing to you but the thought of getting to know the brown haired peacekeeper excited you. you put on a hand made bikini in your favorite color and a flowy dress on top. you met up with the two boys at the designated meeting spot then started walking.

- the covey and coryo walked ahead of you and sej. you were thankful for the space but it made you nervous. thankfully, sejanus was doing most of the talking.

"it's real beautiful up here." he said. "yeah, it is. the view gets even better by the lake, though" you reply. "my view right now is perfect." he stated. you were confused for a minute but then realized he was staring at you. you averted your gaze, feeling heat rise to your face. he chuckled, knowing he made you blush. he stepped closer and brushed his hand against yours.

- you got to the lake and sejanus' body was even better than you could've imagined. you tried not to stare but couldn't resist. I mean, who could? he was also drinking in your shape, unbeknownst to you though. you were a tad bit oblivious to anything that wasn't his looks right then. you eventually ran up to him and pushed him in the water, jumping after him. when you resurfaced, he grabbed you by the waist, holding you close. you took your chances and kissed him. his lips were chapped but somehow unbelievably soft. he didn't pull away so you knew he wanted this too. you heard cheering from the covey and broke the kiss. from then on, you and sejanus became a couple. he came to every show and essentially worshipped you. you did the same for him in every way that you could.

-Lucy gray's dreams of a double date came true!!

❀ misc. headcanons ❀

- sejanus would love for you to sing the covey's songs to help him go to sleep at night. even if you didn't sing at the shows, you knew the songs by heart and he thought your voice was the most angelic thing.

- he would never ever ever miss a single show you guys put on since the night y'all met. he loved seeing you in your element and thriving.

- he'd always try to come up to the lake with the covey whenever he could. he rarely missed the chance to see you in a bathing suit ;) wink wink. but he also just enjoyed spending time with you in such a beautiful and secluded area where he felt so safe in your arms (or with you in his arms)

- he would write to his Ma about you, talking about your music and how it was heavenly. he wrote about you like you were a deity sent from above. he loved every single thing about you and made sure that his Ma knew that.

- he started learning the words to the songs you performed. you would be playing your instrument and he'd sing along quietly without even realizing what he was doing. you thought it was the cutest thing ever and engraved those memories into your mind. he has a surprisingly amazing voice too but you wouldn't mind even if he didn't.

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a/n: hope you enjoyed anon!! again I'm rlly sorry for not writing anything for a while, I was going thru a rlly hard breakup 😭😭 I'm feeling better now though!! I'm gonna be back on my author shit soon I pinkie promise!

#tbosas x reader #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus x you #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth #plinthpilled

[cottoncandy-cult]

Masrur X Slave! Reader

So the first time I heard Masrur my heart hurt because he sounded so familiar, upon looking it up his voice actor is actually the voice actor of Mikoto Suoh from K... 😭 I'm so stuck cause I'm “happy” cause they are similar characters so it's like "Yay! The Red King lives on!" But then it's like memories of his death and die all over x.x

Tw mentions of slavery and abuse brief description of bodily injury

It was a beautiful day in Sindria, Sinbad and his generals had decided to take a walk through the kingdom that afternoon and see how the citizens were fairing. They had just made their way to the outskirts, walking along a trail through a small, forested area in the northern part of the kingdom. The sides of the trail were slightly raised and lined with fruit trees and flowery bushes; it was a rather beautiful place given the various colorful array of flowers that bloomed throughout the area. Though soon they came to a stop when the sound of a loud rustling to their right reached them, like something was just hauling ass through the forest.

Masrur could hear the individual footsteps, and easily made out that they were human, given their pace he moved to shift to a fighting stance just in case. But then a young girl came tumbling through the greenery, falling rather hard to the sandy ground bellow. He could hear her whimper as she pulled her battered body upwards to sit on her knees, she was definitely a fenalis, though her hair was a bit of a lighter pink which had likely meant she was kept somewhere dark. It was almost like cotton candy, at least what he could see that wasn't tangled with blood and mud.

Her body had barely been covered by a grey ragged dress with splatters of blood old and fresh easily seen, what could be scene of her body was a sad sight. Her skin was covered in scars, some being faded while others appeared to have only recently healed, though most concerning were the open gashes on her back. The back of her dress was a shredded and bloody mess, showing that she had been whipped rather violently within the last few hours. She was much smaller than someone her age should have been, the girl clearly being underfed. The chains on her wrists and broken shackles on her ankles told them all else they needed to know; she was a slave.

Slavery was something not allowed within Sindria, infact slave owners were punished quite severely when caught passing through. "Miss are you ok?.." Sinbad spoke softly but still she jumped; the small female tried to move away but she merely fell over with a whimper. She was severely injured, her pain rendering her frail body near immobile. She couldn't move and she was obviously terrified, though when Sinbad began to approach, she didn't try to run again. Instead, she closed her eyes and curled up with a sob, it made Masrur's heart clench though he did not show it. The girl was broken, having been mistreated for so long that she was quick to submit and accept the beating she expected as she knew any more resistance could hurt her more.

"Hey now it's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you." The others slowly approached, Masrur moving the closest as he kneeled down and listened to Sinbad's words. That's when something came to mind, his large hands were gentle when taking her small hand in his own before he pressed it over his heart. He felt something spark in him as he watched her calm down, she watched him as he reached up to wipe her tears. The purple haired leader quirked a brow but when he noticed how she seemed to calm he tried again. "I am Sinbad, the ruler of Sindria. These men are my generals, we simply want to help you. Will you let us?"

The girl glanced away from Masrur for a moment to lock eyes with Sinbad before looking back to the fellow Fenalis, Masrur had given a slight head nod and so she returned to looking at Sinbad before nodding her own head. Masrur, careful as can be, lifted the girl bridal style and tucked her against his chest. He knew she was hurt and didn't want to make it worse; he didn't want to cause her any more pain. Though before the group could leave a creepy voice was heard from just beyond the bushes, it creaked and cracked like a demon of the old world. "My sweet songbird where have you gone? Must I clip your wings for you to stay?" 

The girl had tensed with a quiet whimper, nestling into Masrur as he held her closer. An older man could be seen walking out of woods from the right of the path, he carried a sickle as he creeped closer to the group. His wicked grin and sunken eyes creeping out some of the generals, he certainly didn't seem like one of the good guys. The old man stopped about 15 feet from them when he realized the girl was in the arms of the large fenalis, though Sinbad and Jafar quickly blocked the two from view.

"Masrur, take her back to the castle and make sure she's taken care of. We have things handled here." This had been Hinahoho's voice, the large man standing tall with a look of disgust at the man who had clearly committed many horrible acts. Masrur had silently nodded as he quickly left the area, thanks to the enhanced speed of the fenalis he got back to the palace rather quick. Everything after that had been a rushed blur of maids and healers trying to take care of the poor woman, Masrur had sat in the common area as to not be in the way of the whirlwind.

Soon he was joined by the others who spoke of how the man had his ass kicked before Pisti had returned with some guards to arrest him, now they had to handle the topic of the broken girl. "We can't just send her on her way, she probably can't take care of herself." This was Yamraiha, surprisingly Sharrkan was agreeing with her. Then again most the generals had already weighed in that they wanted to let the young girl stay there, at least until she was stable and okay enough to survive alone.

Sinbad sat nodding his head, leaning back in his seat as he heard the others out. "Then it's settled, she's gonna stay here. She needs our help, and we will give it to her." Masrur only half listened to the group. He was more focused on the rushed footsteps of the medics and servants, though as they slowed, he both relaxed slightly and grew nervous. He was snapped out of this trance by Pisti waving her hand in front of his face, having likely been trying to get his attention. "What is it?..." His voice was a low mumble, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at them.

Sharrkan had been the one to speak now, leaning forward intently. "What was that thing you did that calmed her down, you know with her hand?" Masrur gave a heavy sigh; he almost knew this subject would come up. "It was something I saw a lot as a slave, when I asked an older fenalis he said it was a quiet promise. That the female fenalis were our women, and we needed to protect them." He looked to his friends who held faces of awe and sadness, he understood of course, it seems like a sweet gesture, but the circumstances really make it sadder. "A lot of times when a male would make this vow, he'd take her beatings and punishments, if the owners would try to breed the girl the males would do anything they had to in order to have the right to breed with her. Because he made the promise to protect her, and if it must be done, he wants to be sure she will be ok."

Pisti had exploded into tears, this sweet gesture was buried in a dark and twisted origin. It only made her despise slavery more, the others held grim looks as the topic had always upset them. They hated to hear these horror stories of slavery, though for some it triggered anger. Generals like Hina and Sharrkan wanted to go hunting for slavers after hearing these things, it wasn't surprising really. Even though some wouldn't expect it from Sharrkan, he was a playboy sure, but he never forced anything on anyone, nor did he approve of it. He was a man of morals, even if he was a little goofy at times. Their attention had quickly turned to the line of servants lead by a medic that left the hallways which lead to the girl's room, the elderly gentleman giving them a smile. "She will live, but her injuries are severe, and she must not leave bed unless absolutely necessary. I've prepared some special powders; she'll be in quite a bit of pain once she wakes up. Just a little in her drinks should do the trick."

The tension in the air seemed to disappear at the good news, the generals giving him and the maids a thanks as they walked out. "We should take turns caring for her, she'll be here a while so we need to make sure she gets use to all of us and so she will hopefully see us as friends." This had been Hina's idea, Pisti immediately perked up and stood on the table. "We can do it by week shifts, that way we get to spend a decent amount of time together!" Everyone had agreed to the idea, some actually really excited to welcome the girl to a better environment.

"I'll take first... I did make the vow." Masrur had stood up trying not to be too quick for the sake of his pride, leaving the others to sort out who goes after who as he went to her room. The tall male had taken her to the nearest guest room when he came in, being located next to his own. When he came in the first thing he noticed was that she had been cleaned up, despite her scars she was quite cute. She only had a couple on her face, a thin vertical one went down over her left eye and a small horizontal one went over the bridge of her nose that just barely reached her cheek bones. 

She was bandaged up and under a cover, so not much would be seen of her body type but from what he had seen earlier he could tell she had a rather nice one despite the starvation she seemed to have gone through. Had she not been taken from the dark continent she likely would have already been married with a family, and something about her simply made his heart ache. Perhaps it was seeing such a beautiful gemstone in such poor condition, or maybe his past had been pushing him to her as he was likely the only one to truly have any real idea of her suffering.

As he contemplated these feelings, he was left distracted when she began to stir and wake, she stared off a bit and was clearly dazed. The pain medicine the medic had given her before probably still active in her system, which was good as she wouldn't be in too much pain. He moved to sit in a chair by her bed, her magenta eyes soon began focusing on his form. Her eyes looked so sad and lonely, so without even thinking he took her hand. "Hey there, just take it easy, ok?" He wanted to make sure she stayed calm, so she didn't accidentally hurt herself in case she became overwhelmed, the shy girl simply nodded her (H/c) head as she seemed to take comfort in his physical contact despite it being such a simple gesture. His grip was gentle, his hands rough but warm and caring. "My name Masrur... What's your name?" She watched him for a moment, the medicine making her mind a little hazy as she thought to the thing that no one had ever asked her before.

"My name... Is (Y/n)..."

#candy cult vault #Magi #masrur #x reader #fem reader #slave reader #its still odd to me he has 2 wives and 4 children #still can't believe he and Mikoto have the same voice actor #fluff #masrur x reader #masrur x fem reader

[squeakykid]

Day 7 (final day!!!) of Reddie Week, canon divergence. There are more chapters of this fic on AO3 if you're interested.

Eddie could still feel Richie's strong arms bundling him up as he shouted "Eddie! Get out of the way!" And then flipped himself on top of Eddie just in time for the claw to pierce entirely through Richie's stomach. It was a brutal, gory, death. It all happened too fast, so fast that it felt unreal. His head fogged over and he just stared. Richie's body was lifted in the air as if Pennywise was putting him proudly on display. ‘How did he know to push me out of the way?’ was all that was on Eddie's mind. Repeating over and over again. Bill ran over to Eddie and pulled him back into cover after he laid there, unmoving, covered in Richie's blood. Brave Richie. He always had to be brave. Eddie had his chance to be brave for Richie, to redeem himself, but he failed. Richie said Eddie was braver than he thought he was, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Eddie was a coward. He'd always been a coward. 

Richie was flung limply to the cave floor, but Eddie didn't even notice at first because he felt like his soul had left his body as soon as Richie was impaled. Like he was watching himself watch Richie from a bird's eye view. Like everything was just a fucked up dollhouse of horrors beyond comprehension. He was brought back to life by Richie's whimpers of "Eddie, Eddie, are you okay?" Eddie wanted to shout at him instantly. Hey dumbass! Worry about yourself for once! I'm fine! I'm totally completely fine, but you. Eddie was physically fine, but on the inside he was breaking. Shattering like glass that was only ever held together with scotch tape. The weak adhesive was never going to hold. 

Eddie went to his side. He looked at the wound and instantly knew it was hopeless. Richie was only still clinging onto life because death was resistant to take him. The grim reaper didn't want to put up with his annoying dick and your mom jokes. As Eddie held his jacket against Richie's wound to keep him with him as long as he could, he wished the grim reaper really wouldn't take him. That he'd leave him in Eddie's care because he was the only one that could really put up with Richie. He wanted to keep putting up with Richie's stupid jokes and hacky impressions forever. It was a gut punch to realize he wanted that at a time like this when, now, he had no realistic chance. 

"Is it bad?" Richie asked with a smile that reeked of fake optimism. 

"Yeah, pretty fucking bad, asshole." Eddie replied, still pressing hard against the wound. It was pointless. All it was doing was prolonging Richie's suffering. There was no saving him, Eddie knew that. He pressed hard anyway. "Why'd you do it?" He asked because he had to know. Why, Richie.

Richie just looked at him like he was speaking another language. "Why?" 

"Yeah." Eddie could feel the red rising in his eyes because what he said wasn't that hard to comprehend. "Why'd you do it, Rich? How'd you…how'd you know that I needed to move?" 

He shrugged lightly, seeming a bit drunk. "I just had a feeling something was gonna happen." 

"So, you got in front of it?" Eddie felt desperate.

Richie's words were starting to slur. "Didn't have a lot of time to think. Just knew I had to protect you." 

"Well, maybe you need to protect yourself, Richie!" Eddie snapped. He felt the color rising in his cheeks and noticed, in a hot panic, that he was starting to cry. 

Richie smiled loosely. "Tears? For little ole me, Eds?" 

"Shut up." Eddie spoke in quick puffs while he focused on keeping together the crumbling dam behind his eyes. He couldn't let himself break. 

Richie reached him with a weak hand and brushed the tears away. "Didn't know you cared so much." 

"Richie, you're being stupid. Can't you just stop being stupid for two minutes?" Eddie tried to catch his breath, but couldn't seem to get the breath to stay in his body. He felt himself reach for his inhaler, but of course it was gone. Wasted in a useless attempt to resist their fate. 

"Hey, hey, breathe," Richie put a grounding hand on Eddie's chest and took shallow breaths that seemed to hurt as he attempted to guide Eddie to breathe. And it was helping. Eddie hated himself for that. That he could let Richie help him even though he was the one that was dying. "There you go, that's better." Richie smiled at him.

"Don't be like that." Eddie reprimanded. 

"Like what?"

"Aren't you scared?" Eddie blurted out, tears flying from his eyes and spit from his mouth. 

"Nah," he said, but Eddie knew he was lying. "I got Dr. K right here to fix me up."

"I can't ‘fix you up’, Richie! What could I possibly do? I'm not a doctor, I'm a fucking risk analyst, and the chances that you're gonna die with those injuries are…" he trailed off. He knew Richie knew that with the sad way he kept smiling at him. 

There was a thick silence between them, full of words neither of them could seem to say. "I know." Richie said. "But I'd do it again if it meant you'd be okay." His voice was getting thinner and more distant. 

"Well, that's fucking stupid." He shouted, feeling the warm blood soaking fully through the jacket. "What if I didn't fucking want you to, huh? What if I don't want to live if it means you're gonna die?" Richie's eyes seemed to grow further and further away. "Answer me, Richie!" He screamed wildly. "Answer me!" Eddie shook him, beat on his chest, screamed, but he was gone. There was no more life in his eyes. Eddie took off his glasses, folded them, and put them in his back pocket. Then, he brought a reluctant hand up to Richie's cold, still, cheek. "You idiot." He whimpered as he looked around to make sure no one was looking and pressed a gentle kiss to Richie's forehead. 

Running from Richie's side like a shot, Eddie joined the others as they tried to fight against the force that tore Richie from him forever. "Hey asshole!" Eddie shouted, the fear he felt evaporating, replaced with buzzing rage. 

Everyone looked at him. "Eddie, what are you doing?" Bev asked carefully, approaching him like a man on a building that was about to jump. 

"Trust me." Eddie insisted. "I was choking him at the pharmacy. Really choking him. I was winning. I know I was. I knocked him off his game and made him feel small." Recognition registered in Bev's eyes as Eddie turned back to Pennywise. "You think I'm fucking afraid of a balding clown with a big forehead? That's actually hysterical. I have a lot of practice dealing with clowns that are way funnier than you. So, if you're not scary and you're not funny, then what the fuck good are you? Pretty shitty fucking clown." 

"I'm the eater of worlds!" The giant spider form of Pennywise seemed to stumble slightly. 

"Cute nickname, but last I checked you eat kids, not worlds. So, maybe you should rethink this little god complex you have going on. It's not so hard when you're picking on helpless kids. I could punt a kid across the room, but I don't. You know why I don't? Because I'm not a fucking weak asshole who needs to hurt kids to feel powerful. Fuck you." All of Eddie's nerve endings were buzzing. It was working. He could tell it was working. 

"You're a weak old woman!" Bev added, standing behind Eddie. 

"You're just a stupid fucking clown!" The others joined in one by one to back up Eddie and lead the assault on Pennywise.

Insult by insult they chipped away at Pennywise until it was nothing more than a white quivering lump on the ground, like a melting discarded ice cream cone. Eddie glowered down at it. Its tiny hands reached out as it spoke on a mousy squeak. "Spare me." It begged only once and Eddie let loose an easy bitter laugh, as he tore his nails into its chest with both hands and tore out what its little hands tried to protect. A beating heart. "This is for Richie, you ugly nasty pathetic worm." Eddie could hear his voice crack and squeal, but he didn't give a fuck. He drew the heart high above his head and tossed it with force onto the ground, moving on it. Kicking and stomping savagely. The others joined in briefly until the deadlights went out and Pennywise shriveled away like ash and dust in the wind. Eddie was still stomping even when there was nothing else there and the place started to come down. 

(you may recognize this @gloomy-prince drew it for this fic

"Where's Richie?" Bill asked, pulling Eddie from his focused assault.

Eddie's hand went to Richie's glasses in his pocket, the pocket where he used to keep his inhaler. "Richie's gone." He forced out. Several eyes caught his as they looked at each other, beginning to panic. "He's gone." Eddie said more firmly. "Now, get out of here before I have to bury more of my best friends." They all nodded, knowing they didn't have long. The place was coming down all around them. 

He knew he was leaving Richie there, but what could he do? Richie was gone. He wouldn't have been able to carry the other, much larger, man out. He knew he couldn't disrespect Richie's sacrifice by doing something stupid like trying to get him out. No matter how much he wished he could. No matter how much the thought of his childhood best friend rotting down there forever made his skin itch. 

The Losers went to the quarry to wash away the dirt and gray water. Eddie mostly stayed to the side on dry land and watched them in the water. He had Richie's glasses, still smeared with his blood, in his hands. Things were quiet. Eerily quiet without Richie. He'd never be there to fill the silence again. 

Bev floated over to the bank where Eddie reclined. "Hey," she said. 

"Hey," he said back, but didn't meet her gaze. 

She pulled herself slightly up to sit with him. She saw the glasses and took a long look. "Do you want me to clean them off for you?" 

"No." He replied coolly, still not meeting her eyes. "I can't do it." He said finally.

"Can't do what?" Her voice was soft and smooth like a gentle blanket bundling him up. 

"I can't wash it away. It's all I have left." He still refused to look at her, but tightened his grip on the glasses. 

She nodded in understanding. "I saw." She said. 

"Saw what?

"I saw him die." He looked back at her. "I saw us all die in so many ways. I didn't know which ones were real. I had no idea. I'm so sorry." She was trembling. "It's like…every possibility from every possible universe ran through my head." He wanted to reach out to her, but his hands wouldn't move from Richie's glasses. "Did you kiss his head?" She asked quietly and eventually took his silence as an answer. "I saw that too." She said, "Just that much. I always knew how much he meant to you. How much you meant to each other. If it were you-" 

"Thank you, Beverly," he cut her off gently. "I don't blame you at all. You did everything you could." She nodded in understanding and slowly went back to be with Ben. They deserved to be happy. He just wished so fucking hard that Richie was causing trouble in the water, splashing grieving faces until they turn to smiles. He'd have done that for them if he had lived. If Richie had lived he'd be able to make them all smile. Eddie couldn't do that. He didn't have that magic inside him that Richie did. The power to make even the most dire situation tolerable. He always did that for Eddie, even if he was annoying the hell out of him. If it were Eddie that died, Richie could have made everyone feel better again. But Richie didn't live. Eddie did. And Eddie couldn't do that. 

So, he was back on the plane to New York because his vacation days would run out by Monday, and what else was he supposed to do? He couldn't change things. He and Richie had talked about staying in touch. Leaving together to spend a few days catching up before they had to go back to their lives. If Eddie even wanted to go back to his life after spending any more time with Richie. He wasn't sure if he would have, but now he'd never know. Now Richie was rotting under Neibolt and, well, those risks weren't gonna analyze themselves. 

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it 2017 #it by stephen king #reddie week #reddie week 2023 #reddieweek #death #violence #day 7 canon divergence #sunnywrites #fanfiction #long post

[iheartchv]

Can you do a vampire Raph x F!Reader but in bayverse and with prompts and can you do a lemon for it too

32. “Do you trust me?” 58. Turtle bedroom 89. Mating season 142. “Bite me.” 74. “Just relax.” 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 5. “MINE.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 112. Biting/marking 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” and Turning into a vampire.

//At the time of posting, it is already Jan. 30. I am also sleeping; this is a scheduled post//

Since its your birthday, I decided to do something with that for the plot ^^ Happy Birthday, dear 🌈💖🤗🎂🎉🥳

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

Raph x Reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. No one under 18 please

a/n: donnie has made seperate bedrooms for his brothers for privacy reasons

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You and Raph had been good friends since you two met, and have been dating for 1 year already. Your birthday is coming up and Raph isn't sure what to give you. However he picked up on you talking about wanting to be with Raph forever, but then remembered that there will come a time when you will grow old and pass on into the afterlife. That thought scared him; he couldn't live the rest of eternity without you.

Today is your birthday. So far its been a memorable day. Mikey decided to throw a party for you in the lair, and made your favorite cake. Sure he got a little sick making sure it tasted good, but it was worth it. Raph was anxious the whole week. It wasn't just for the party, it was having you near him. He wanted you yet wanted you to stay away... for your own safety. He felt confused. It was that time of year: mating season.

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You thought it weird that Raph just excused himself from the party. "Is he okay?" you asked his brothers. They stared at each other and then back at you.

Donnie explained that it happened to be mating season. And it hit Raph the hardest.( Raph has already threatened them if they even dared to look at you the wrong way before you even got there ) You couldn't help the blush that colored your cheeks. You secretly wanted to go all the way with Raph but never got past second base. Maybe tonight you could go all the way? It is your birthday, after all.

Night already fell and it was time for the boys to do their nightly patrols and finding alternatives to human blood. Leo tried to convince Raph to come out but gave up. "Good luck." he said to you as he motioned for Donnie and Mikey to follow.

You knocked on the door. "Raph, can I come in? Please?" you begged. A moment later the doorknob twisted and his bedroom door opened.

"Yeah, baby..."

You stepped inside and couldn't help but feel hot and bothered whenever he looked at you with his dark golden gaze. "So, uhm, earlier you said you had a present for me. What is it?" you asked, arms behind your back. You was trying to lighten the mood, or better yet the sexual tension, between you.

“Do you trust me?”

"Of course I do."

"With your life?"

"Full heartedly."

Raph gave a huge sigh and carefully pulled you into him. He wanted to be rough with you and devour you like an animal, but he controlled himself... barely.

"I'm gonna give you... a choice: to stay human or live your life, as a vampire, with me."

Your eyes started tearing up. All of this was so sudden, even though you have thought about it since you started dating. "Raph..."

"You can argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” he smirked and teased, his fangs that made your heart race showing themselves.

You giggled. "I'm not arguing, it's just... I haven't made up my mind. I don't know if I'm ready."

"Can I help with that?" His fingers lightly brushed the side of your face, tucking stray hair behind your ear. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, but he can't resist touching your soft warm skin. His throat suddenly felt dry. He was hungry and thirsty for you all at once.

You held what you could of his wrist and laid kisses inside the palm of his hand. You heard his shuddering breath. It turned you on to know that you did this to him. "It might take some persuasion," you replied with a smile.

You tiptoed and pulled his face down to yours, teasing his lips with yours. He pulled you fully into him and then kissed you so passionately. You could feel fire burning in your blood, rushing through your veins. You held onto his massive shoulders as you closed your eyes, enjoying the flickering flames of passion that spread from your body and thickened the air.

After what seemed like an eternity you both pulled away for air; you needed it more. You gasped and moaned as Raph's lips trailed down to your neck, his tongue licking from your clavicle to the shell of your ear. You shivered as he passed over your sensitive spot back and forth.

"Be mine forever, y/n..." His voice whispered and purred into your ear. "I don't want to live without you again."

"I don't want to live without you either, Red"

You felt his mouth close around the side of your neck, gently sucking and licking the skin there. You mewled as his touch made your core ache. You wanted him to persuade you, and he took it as a challenge to make up your mind. Truth be told you didn't want to live without Raphael ever again. You made your decision.

"Raphael, Bite me.~”

"Are you sure, baby?"

"Raaaaaph~" you whined.

You sounded so good begging. He chuckled lowly and exposed your vein that beat in your neck. His fangs ached to sink into your flesh and drink from you, while claiming and marking you as his. He kissed there first before gently but swiftly breaking skin. Your cries and groans filled his ears while your blood filled his mouth. He wanted more but didn't want to end up draining you dry, so he licked at the puncture wounds in your neck until you stopped bleeding.

You felt something happening to you. A pain made you convulse. You groaned and was about to hit the floor. Raph quickly caught you and hurried you to the bed. It felt like you were dying. You felt his hand hold yours tightly as he kneeled at the bedside.

“Just relax.” He shushed, pushing hair out if your face. "It'll hurt at first, sweetheart, but it'll be over soon, I promise. Just close your eyes. I'll be right here."

"Raphael..." you softly spoke as sleep finally dragged you into darkness.

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Raph kept a vigilant watch over you. He knew the process of turning someone into a vampire was usually a success, but he still worried about you as hours seemed to pass by. Please wake up, he silently begged.

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Your eyes fluttered open. At first you didn't remember where you were until a second later. Your eyes searched the room for Raph. There you saw him, still at your bedside where you saw him last. Slowly you sat up and smiled at him.

"Raph~"

"Hey, how ya feeling, birthday girl?"

"Kinda different, don't know what it is though."

Raph then sat beside you, holding your hands and bringing your knuckles to his lips where he left little kisses over each one. You flung yourself at him, your arms around his thick neck. Your sudden movement caught him off guard.

"I think I'm ready, Raph baby."

"For what?" he teased. He already knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it.

"I want you to take all of me and make me yours."

The way you said that and how your voice sounded so sultry... that was the sexiest thing he's ever heard you say. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat.

“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?”

"I have an idea. How about you show me how this turtle takes what is his." you said as you kissed the corners of his mouth before ghosting over his lips. The look he gave made your body tingle and ache. It was like being horny intensified 10x. He grabbed the back of your head to pull your lips to his in a heated makeout session. He waited long enough. He had to have you.

“Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Raph stripped you of your clothing and laid you back down on the bed. The coolness of the sheets met with your warm skin and made you shiver and shudder. He then kissed down your neck, collar bone, and to your breasts. He took a perked nipple between his lips and worshipped you. His hand held your other mound and gave it attention, as well. The calloused texture of his hand intinsified the feeling over your sensitive peak.

"Raphael~" you gasped.

He moaned at the tightening between his legs. On top of tasting your soft skin, and hearing your sweet moans of pleasure, this was exquisite, better than anything or any dream he ever had. How badly he wanted you but wanted to take his time with you.

"Y/n, baby girl, you smell so good. And taste good." He growled. You could feel the vibrations from his growl shake your body. It made your insides clench.

"Baby~~~" you cooed. Your hands gently held onto the top of his maskless head. You could feel every pebbled scale underneath your fingertips. Your back arched when he took turns licking and suckling each of your rosy buds. "Ohhhhhh~"

He watched and listened to your body. Your hips started bucking because of the ache there between your thighs. He knew what you wanted. His mouth and tongue slowly moved down your belly to the apex of your thighs. He then lifted your leg, put it on his shoulder, and started to trail kisses from your ankle all the way up to your inner thigh.

He inhaled your arousal. You smelled so musky, so sweet, so womanly. His mouth watered. "I'm gonna be gentle, alright, princess?"

You nodded, indicating you understood. "Mhmm." You wriggled your hips in anticipation. You about jumped out of your skin when his mouth took your whole mound, kissing you and tasting you. The pleasure that bubbled in your lower belly spread through your whole body. You moaned and spread your legs further apart.

Raph's tongue lapped at your slit and flicked your hidden pearl that burned to be touched. "You're so sweet, so wet for me, baby." He dove deeper into you, his thick tongue slipping between your folds. "Mmmmm... I could eat you out forever..."

Hot lightning shocked you with each swipe of his tongue. When he added a finger inside you, oh dear lord! It was too much! It made you curl your toes and hold your arms against your chest, like you were curling into a ball. After a short while you felt your belly tighten. You was wound up, you needed release. Raph knew this, too, as if your desperate moans wasn't enough indication. "Cum for me, y/n. Cum for me, baby"

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you until you cried out. Your orgasm took over your body, making you grip the sheets underneath you and your thighs clamp around his head. He held onto you, never letting you go, telling you that he got you and jusg let it out. You rode the waves until you came down from the high of pure bliss.

He drank your essence as it flowed down his tongue. He couldn't decide which tasted better: your blood, or the very sweet nectar that flowed out of your heated core. He grit his teeth and hissed when his cock throbbed. Images of you underneath him making those same sounds was all he could think about. He let you take a few minutes to recover.

"Get on your hands and knees, babe. I gotta have you."

You were aroused once again. You got into position and waited for Raph. His knee slipped between your legs and spread them further apart. "Lay your head on the pillow." he instructed. You did so that your wet pink sex was exposed to him. "God, your gorgeous, you know that?" Raph groaned as he pumped his erection, using precum to lubricate.

You watched and waited for Raph to push himself in. You saw the monster sized cock he had, but your lust clouded your better judgement. You just wanted him to claim and take you to higher heights of pleasure. You felt him rub the bulbous head up and down your slick slit, the pressure there teasing you, and then the head slipped inside. He held your hips as he pushed himself in a little at a time.

"Mmmmmm~ Raph" you moaned breathlessly.

"I know, I know baby. It feels sooo good." he groaned as he slowly entered you, stretching you to accomodate his size. He watched his shaft being swallowed by your nether lips. His body shook from the pent up desire coursing through his veins. Once he was fully inside, he then hovered over you and leaned down to kiss below your ear, down your back.

You whimpered and shivered. His hands and mouth sent fire through you again, making you clench around him. You let him know when to start moving, and he pulled almost all the way out to thrust back. The sound you made, and all the other sounds that you made, was strange. Was it really you sounding like a wanton woman in heat?

"Raphael!"

"Yeah, that's right baby, let everyone know who you belong to." he grunts as his thrusts got harder, holding your hips for leverage. "Ohhhhhh, gawd" he groaned. "Y/n, you're so tight, so-" He couldn't get words out as he concentrated on his rhythm.

You felt him hitting the deepest part of you, and you knew that your climax would be coming too soon. "Yes! Yes, Raph! More!~" you cried. His name fell off your lips like a prayer.“Don’t hold back. Make me yours! I'm yours!"

Faster his hips rocked into your backside. You pushed backwards into him, wanting him to go deeper, if that was even possible. You loudly moaned as your orgasm was coming. Raphael moaned along with you.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming" you whimpered. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the intensity of white hot ecstasy took over. It felt too good, and you didn't care who knew or heard.

"MINE.” He roared and threw his head back, moaning loudly as he shot hot thick ropes of cum into your womb and filled your canal. He pulled out after he was finished, watching his seed drip out of you. Heavy breathing was all the filled the room now.

"Are you good, babe? I didn't hurt you or anything?"

"Nope.." you managed to get out between breaths. "Holy geez. That was..."

"Amazing."

"Yeah, I was going to say intense, but it was amazing, too. Best birthday gift ever" you softly giggled.

You looked over your shoulder and Raph leaned down to kiss you. "Good. As long as you're fine with it, it's worth it to make you feel that way. Happy Birthday, y/n❤" He hoped you were ready for round 2 because he had plans to do this for the rest of the night... and until the ending of this season that made him love drunk stupid... For you and only you.

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[aeempress]

This may be just me, but have you noticed that there are certain parallels between Donnie/April and Splinter/Big Mama?

First, how they met when they were noticeably younger (young adults for S&BM & possibly preteens or younger for D&A). As well as NOT being phased by the oddly colored skin when meeting the mutants (I honestly think that April wasn't phased by the Turtles' skin at all).

How one (Splinter and April) can't say no to the other (Big Mama and Donnie).

Watching a movie they like together. You can't tell me Splinter and Big Mama didn't have a favorite Lou Jutsu movie they watched together!

As well as pictures together!

Did you notice how there are only on screen pictures of April and Donnie on her phone, but we HAVEN'T seen her taking selfies with the other Turtles?

Donnie wonders why he's got a preference for cute and mean girls...

HE GETS IT FROM HIS DAD!

WHERE'VE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME AHAHAH

It's my time to shine!

First of all - it's not only you. I also have a strong theory that Donnie and April path is pretty alike with Lou and Big Mama but a little well... easier? April is not crimanal boss with all attached consequences.

But we obviously have:

a strong bad-ass woman and self-invested guy trope;

girls with certain shape of glasses;

Donnie in many ways are Lou's son, so its6 easy to see WHY it can work with his preferences toward partner.

Splinter meet BM and he told how many time they spent dancing. Donnie DO love to dance.

(not to mention he's Bootyyyshaker9000, and April knew about that unlike Don's bros)

He's dramatic and really artistic kid, he even has brows like Lou's one.

BM is certainly cute bad mean type considering what she's done to Lou (still srtongly believe it was her way to protect him - she's yokai and criminal boss, Lou cannot be safe with her). As well as I mentioned here that April is cute but mean type for Don.

About taking pictures:

Mikey is not included as i could see. Donnie do like take selfies with himself only and him and April. There's only two chairs we can sit in, guys...

And may I add, not only April and Splinter couldn't resist their partners and say NO to them. Donnie is more eagle to say "Yes" to April ( purple jacket, ep with Albearto became villain, even Mystic Mayhem and Witch town, com'on).

BM also couldn't say no to her ex-lover even tho she helped him and Leo at her own conditions and her way possible, so Donnie does everytime.

They both hepl in a strange way. Little messy, maybe even whole town will burn but they could not resist toward their partners.

And yeah - movies, ahahah

So yeah. I really admire this parallel and

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down -

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[iceysghost]

hello! can i ask for silver and marius von hagen? it can be up to you on how it flows!

SILVER 》 modernity, technology, sophistication

◇ His voice echoes from your cellphone, yet it feels as if he's by your side.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Marius Von Hagen x Female! Reader

Word Count: 871 words

Trigger/Content Warning: slight suicidal joke

You whined softly as the alarm rang in your ears. You didn't feel like waking up and your muscles ached with fatigue. 

You revealed your arms from under the bed in an attempt to stretch them, but they instead hit the headboard you forgot existed with a loud bump. The only thing that stretched out was your long wince of pain, and the string of curses you muttered under your breath.

But your mouth stopped working and your arms numbed when you realized this ringing wasn't your alarm. It was familiar, but your sleepy mind couldn't process what it was. You looked over to your bedside, and your clock, silent and unalarming, read 3:34 A.M.

You realized the ringing was your phone's ringtone. Your special ringtone, for a very special somebody. You sat up and stretched your arms above your without hitting anything, before reaching over to your bedside, and picking up the phone. On the screen was a name you could utter for ages and never get tired of: MARIUS, with a heart emoji beside it for good measure.

"Marius, why are you calling so early?"

"Early? Wait—hold on, what time is it at yours?"

"3:30 in the morning!"

"Ahhhh, shit, I got my timezones mixed up again…"

"Why are you calling anyways?"

"It's around lunchtime here, so I was just gonna call to say hello and completely forgot that we weren't in the same country. Sorry 'bout that, hehe," he chuckled awkwardly.

"I appreciate you caring about me, but sometimes I wish you paid more attention to detail, Marius," you laughed back drowsily.

"Anyways, aren't you gonna go back to sleep now? You sound tired."

"Nevermind that. You called to ask how I was, right? and I don't think you'd have any other free time, since, y'know, you're busy as hell."

Marius was away on a business trip, and this was the fourth day you were separated. He wouldn't be home for a week after that, and although it could always have been worse, you missed him deeply, and he seemed to feel the same.

"Aww, Missy, I know you love me so much that you can't resist listening to my beautiful voice, but are you sure you don't want to go back to sleep?" he teased.

"Now that you've said that, I might just sleep again. I wish I never wake up."

"MISSY! Don't make jokes like that!"

"You're just so ridiculous, Marius. Makes me want to die!"

The both of you laughed into the phone. Despite the fact that it was the dead of night and most of Stellis was still asleep, you felt more alive than ever.

"Why didn't you call me yesterday?" you asked, feeling more energetic than the time called for.

"Well, I was busy handling some things, which I actually planned on telling you right now."

"Oh? And what could that be?"

"I'll be back…by the end of the month. Sorry."

"Whaaaaat? But I thought you said—"

"I said I'd be back next week, yes, but something went wrong with the contract and it's going to take a lot longer than expected." he sighed.

"Is it a legal problem? Can I help you in any way?" you asked desperately in an attempt to see him sooner.

"Don't worry about it, [Name], it'll be alright. I promise I'll tell you everything that goes on."

Your lips curved downward and you took a deep breath. It was a bummer, sure, but you asked for one thing:

"Can you still call me?"

"Well, due to the timezones, I'm not sure if—"

"I don't care if i have to wake up at three in the morning. I want to talk to you somehow. Please," you begged.

"Hmmm, if you're sure you're alright with it, then fine…"

"Thank you, Marius!"

"Yeah, but that means you have to sleep early so you won't feel tired. Don't work too hard in the evenings!"

"Mmm, whatever you say…"

You kept bantering about his trip, the cases you were up to recently, everything going on in your lives; it was soothing but exciting, since you hadn't talked like this to him in a while.

"Oh, by the way, [Name], I didn't talk to you yesterday also because I was busy sending over something to your mailbox. Can you check if it's arrived?"

"It's three in the morning, Marius, why would they deliver it that early?"

"Mind you, Missy, it is now six in the morning."

"SIX?!?!?!"

It was six in the morning, alright, and the sun started to rise through the windows. You rushed to your mailbox in pajamas, and found a relatively thick letter.

"What's this?"

"Just open it."

You opened the envelope inside of your room to find a painting. His self portrait; done in simple watercolor, but stunning nevertheless. You thought to yourself, it was so of marius to send you a painting of himself.

"It's so you can be with me even if I'm away!"

"You really gifted me a picture of yourself, huh? Self-centered much?"

"Hey! I put effort into that piece of art, and it's for you anyways. Don't you just love how my talent conveyed the handsomeness of my face perfectly? i even got my jawline right."

"...I'll burn it."

"MISSY!"

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