#// I might run out of scenes to gif huh

[notafunkiller]

out of style

Summary: A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

Pairing: ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, oral séx, no condom (but f is on birth control), language, a little alcohol, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 7.2K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: I really hope you'll enjoy it!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

What an ass... He has no shame at all. And the worst part? You’re still somehow surprised by it. As if you haven’t known him for years.

You look away, making sure to take a sip from your wine before focusing on the conversation again. It’s Nat’s big day, and you’re so happy for her, but listening to this story for the seventh time is exhausting. Same reactions, too: “Wow, he’s so well trained.” or “The wedding bands didn’t fall even once. Enzo is fantastic.” He’s a trained dog, you don’t get why they’re so fucking impressed.

You give Nat a smile before you excuse yourself to go to the bar. Maybe you should get a cocktail, the wine tastes terrible. On the way, you notice Steve talking to Miss Sunshine in the right corner, and you just nod toward him politely, trying to look unbothered. It’s his best friend’s girlfriend after all. What did you expect? Plus, maybe it’s just a polite conversation.

“A Sex on the Beach, please,” you murmur to the bartender.

“Vodka so early?”

You turn your head with a sigh just to see a guy you recognize from Nat’s engagement party. A fresh haircut, a simple suit and wandering eyes.

“Is there a time limit for a cocktail?” you respond, rolling your eyes when you notice he is still fixated on your chest.

He immediately raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat next to you.

God, if you hate one thing about being single besides the lack of sex is this… needing to deal with those men. It was perfect when Bucky used to take care of them.

“I didn't mean it like that, sweetheart.” You scrunch your nose instantly. God no!

“Here you go!” The bartender places the glass gently in front of you, and you’ve never been more grateful to see her.

“Thank you!” You smile before taking a huge sip, hoping it will turn him off and make him get away.

“A vodka tonic for me.” His tone is commanding, and you try not to roll your eyes again as he leans in closer. “We’re matching.”

“Huh?” You choke.

“Vodka lovers.”

Alright, time to get out of here!

You quickly grab your glass and stand up, making sure to fix your dress just in case, but his eyes are already on your breasts again. For fuck’s sake! How is he Steve’s cousin?

And talking about Steve, you almost jump when you hear him saying your name.

“Hey.” You’ve never been happier to see him.

You can’t say the same thing about his friend, who’s right next to him, looking the creepy blondie up and down.

“Is everything alright?” Steve asks with obvious concern.  “Do you feel okay?”

“Hey, man! The food is great and the company even better. Look at her, such an eye candy, am I right?” He chuckles at his own disgusting comment. “I mean, you’re married. Don’t answer that, I don’t want Romanoff on my back.” And after all of this, he has the audacity to wink at Steve. But before you can throw your cocktail over his shirt and make a scene, Bucky’s already getting in front of you, blocking your view with his huge back.

“If you want to keep your teeth, get the fuck out of here and never, ever get even within three feet of my wife. Am I fucking clear?”

His tone is so cold, harsh, and arrogant at the same time, but also so possessive. It surprises both: you and Steve, because he immediately looks at you confused before dropping his eyes on your hand.

He must be looking for a ring.

God, you never hated Bucky more than when you see blondie standing up and going straight outside just like that. It makes you even angrier because it’s always a man who has to explain the obvious signs to these assholes so they leave. You say no? You are playing hard to get. You are with a man? Then it’s all off-limits.

You sip your cocktail with frustration, the taste of vodka lingering on your tongue.

Then, you take a step toward Bucky, grabbing his arm and turning him so he can face you. “Listen and listen good, I’m not your wife and I don’t need you to play the macho hero! I can handle myself, so back off!” You wanted to leave after saying this, but the way he looks at you makes you change your mind. His eyes softened, showing a trace of your old Bucky, and it only pisses you off more. He labeled you just like that... “I divorced you for a reason, I’m not your property or responsibility. Stay out of my fucking business or I’ll show you exactly how well I can take care of myself!”

You hand him your half-full glass and storm out, seeing red. Or well, blue.

You anticipated that he’d come after you, of course you did. You know him, as much as you hate to admit. You still know him well. Too well.

And when you hear his sigh behind you, you don’t jump.

“You can handle yourself, but he was all over you. Sorry for being a gentleman.” He apologizes sarcastically. “I guess old habits die hard.”

“Too bad, Barnes! I am not your little wife. I am not your girlfriend. I am not even your friend.” You turn your head to look at him as he’s standing on the other side of the balcony. “And I am not that flavor of the month of yours, you have to kill these habits.”

He raises his head. “Flavor of the month?”

“Yeah, your plus one. You know, you should take care of her instead of trying to play hero and calling me your wife.”

“Keeping an eye on me? He smirks. “Thought you divorced me for a reason.”

Fuck him! He thinks he got you... “I did! You couldn’t open your mouth to say what bothers you, remember?”

“Well, I opened my mouth to do something else, far more exciting.”

You gasp, incredulous at his audacity.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You scream, walking toward him. “Seriously!”

“What is wrong with me? You tell me! You divorced me for a reason.”

“Don’t you have someone else to bother? Fuck off already, Bucky!”

“You got angrier with me now than back there with him. Unbelievable!” He shakes his head.

You take a deep breath, trying not to have a crisis. You are not gonna let him get to you. “Look, can you just pretend this didn’t happen?”

He instantly looks at you shocked as he leans in. “This as in,” he waves between you two. “Our marriage? You think I can pretend our marriage never happened?” His voice grew louder, his words punctuated by sharp, angry inflections. “You think just because we divorced, you get to ask me that? How can you...”

You’re taken completely aback by his whole attitude, and it’s like you’re back in time at your wedding as he made you sneak out so he can make you come on his tongue after saying all sorts of things.

You don’t know why you suddenly remembered that, but you need to snap out of it.

“I meant the whole interaction, you annoying man!”

“How was I supposed to know?” He looks much more relaxed now, though, and before you can think about it, you’re poking his chest.

“Why would I tell you to forget about our marriage, Bucky?” You smile. “You are more than free to think about me as you fuck your little flavor of the month. I am not gonna stop that.”

You see his eyebrows raise instantly as his gaze drops to your finger. “My little flavor of the month? How many times did you think about me fucking her?” His hand finds your wrist. “Did you wonder if I’m fucking her from behind as I choke her? Did you imagine me coming all over her tits? Did you-”

You grab his cheeks, just the way he likes it, to stop him.

“You think I have nothing better to think about? I have my own dicks that occupy my thoughts,” you lie through your teeth, and he knows it. God, he knows it as he chuckles right away.

“What’s so funny, Barnes?” You let go, expecting him to do the same, but he’s still holding your other wrist.

“You have no dick to think about. I know you broke up with your last flavor of the month, honey.”

He knows how much you hate being mocked with the word honey, but you bite the inside of your cheeks. “It’s funny really,” you fake giggle, looking up at him. “You assume I don’t have someone already. Maybe I’m just enjoying my life after our divorce... new dick every month since I am a free woman. I don’t even need something serious. You know how much I love sex.”

His smile immediately drops, his face reddening.

“You are absolutely infuriating!” Even his tone carries a sense of irritation.

“Aww, what happened?”

It’s his turn to grab your face, making you gasp. You don’t remember the last time he touched you, and you’re shivering.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, and you know it!”

“I don’t play games, Bucky, that is your specialty.” You smile, trying to maintain your composure. “Now let me go and get back to your little girlfriend. You can be mad about how many dicks she thinks about.”

“You can’t do the whole non-attachment shit. I know you well, don’t forget that. You’re my...” He talks so fast you’re surprised he stopped. You know what he was gonna say, of course you know. The audacity!

“I am not your wife, Bucky. You literally have a woman with you here tonight. We divorced, we live in separate places, and we fuck different people.”

“Who are you fucking, huh?” He almost spits the last words. “Tell me! Nat said you’re single.”

“You’ve been asking Nat about my personal life?” And she is spilling to him? No way.

“Fuck...” he frowns, dropping his hand from your face. “No.”

“Steve!” You realize. “God, this is pathetic! Why do you keep tabs on me, huh? Can’t you just mind your own business? Is your life goal to piss me off?”

“I’m not the one calling Jessica the flavor of the month.”

“Ha!” You laugh in his face. “Well, you have no success in getting a girlfriend. And they all look pretty familiar.” You can’t hide the venom in your voice. “The differences are they’re just taller and with less in the chest department. Quite interesting, don’t you think?”

“So you’re keeping tabs on me too!”

“You flatter yourself. It’s quite obvious, look at Jessica. Does she know you were married to me? Does she beg you to fuck her mouth? Does she...” You take a deep breath. “Does she call you daddy, James? Does she ride you until you lose control and turn her on her back so you can pound her?” You don’t care anymore. Right or wrong, you’re gonna let it all out. “Do you praise her? Tell her how wet she is for you? How your cock is made for her? Do you... do you tell her you love her while she’s coming? Do you fucking call her your good girl?”

“Jesus-” You don’t let him continue his sentence, interrupting him.

“Does she take you like I did? Does she beg for you because she feels empty, James? Does she? Did any of them?”

“Stop. It.”

“Why? You didn’t stop!”

He sighs, reaching out to grab your cheeks gently. “No one does, are you happy? I don’t even fucking try. I don’t let anyone call me daddy, I don’t choke anyone and I definitely don’t fuck anyone like I fucked you. Are you happy? Seeing me miserable and pathetic? Are you enjoying it?”

You can’t deny the satisfaction and relief you feel when you hear that. Dating post-him was a very bad experience overall, so him not upgrading, indeed, in any way, makes you feel victorious. At least, you’re both suffering.

“Yeah, I actually enjoy that.”

“What about you?” He snaps. “Do you do all of that?”

“I don’t want to be called daddy, James.”

“You know exactly what I meant! You call those losers daddy? You choke around their cocks? Do you beg for their small dicks to go deeper and finish yourself off after it?”

“Like I begged for your small dick?” You ask annoyed, knowing how dumb this lie is, but what else can you say? No one compares to him and never will.

His response shocks you as he reaches down to the zipper of his worn jeans and pulls it down.

“What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?”

“Wanted to, you know… give you more mocking material in case you forgot how small it is.”

You have to think twice about what to say because the first thought was: I have enough videos, thanks. But you can’t. You can’t expose yourself like that.

“James, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me?”

“With my small dick?”

You look away for a few seconds, not wanting him to read you. “Why are you doing this? We divorced, you’re seeing someone, I’m good by myself... just let it go.”

He smiles at that, and you realize you indirectly told him you are indeed not fucking anyone.

“Why would I let go of my wife?”

You’re slapping his chest before you realize what you’re doing. “Stop this, Bucky! Just fucking stop.”

He’s hurting you, how can he not see that?

“You said you divorced me for a reason. You said...” he pauses. “You ordered me to leave you alone. Well, what if I don’t want to?”

“What are you, a fucking stalker?”

“No!” He almost screams. “I am fucking in love with you, you infuriating woman!”

“W-what?”

He can’t be joking about this, can he? He is not cruel. He is not vile. This isn’t a game.

“I’m in love with you. I love you. You own me... you fucking control me.”

“How?”

He laughs hysterically, running his hands through his hair before pulling. “I am fucking obsessed with you: how you are, if you’re doing well, if you miss me, if you’re fucking someone else, if your date went great, if you regret being with me, if someone else makes you smile wider. I dream about you, I am so miserable I couldn’t be with anyone. With Mia it lasted a month. I wasn’t... I wasn’t okay. I am not okay.”

You look at him, waiting for more. “Go on and zip your jeans, we’re in public.” You  watch him quickly do what you demand before you continue. “And what about Jessica tonight? Or Alexa a month ago? Why are you lying to me?”

“It’s not real. Jessica... I was just trying to make you jealous, okay? I was sneaking looks all night, have you not noticed at all?”

You don’t smile, despite your huge instinct to. Instead, you cross your arms, watching him drop his gaze straight to your boobs.

“Why would I notice, James?”

“Well, how did you notice Jessica looking a little like you, that she’s with me here?”

Fair point...

“Just...” You’re suddenly gripped by this crazy urge to just fuck him right here. You even regret telling him to zip back up. You could have just lifted your dress as he lowered his briefs and took out his cock. And just like that, you could have just fucked against the wall or something. You would have let him rip off your panties too. You just need his cock so badly! “Shut the fuck up!” You snap, grabbing him by his neck so he can lean in enough for you to be able to kiss him. And oh, you kiss him!

You don’t have to fight to dominate the kiss, surprisingly, because he lets you. He lets you bite his lip and almost draw blood, he lets you unzip his pants again and push down his unfit-for-a-wedding jacket, and most importantly, he lets you be his again, as pathetic as that might sound. You feel him emotionally, not just physically.

Without wasting more time, you drop to your knees, making sure only your dress and shoes touch the floor directly. You drag down his pants and briefs at the same time from your position, and he looks at you surprised.

“I thought we’re in public and you were fucking some-” his words die as you bring your tongue to the head of his cock, tasting the precum, but not sucking even a little bit.

“Weren’t you saying something?” You tuck your hair strands behind your ears as you mock him. You love being on your knees for Bucky. He has this dominant energy, but he always makes you feel in power even when he fuck your mouth. And you enjoy it, you feed on it. One of the reasons you missed him so much. And he can take mocking. “Please go on. I am all ears.” You breathe out on his dick. “And tongue.”

“Oh god,” Bucky’s voice is a moan at this point, and you laugh. So easy...

“I’m your god now? Aww! Come on, do I have to do everything tonight?”

He looks down at you confused. His blue eyes are almost grey, and you know he’s on cloud nine already just because you’re there.

“What?”

“Oh, you need translation. Well,” it’s all you say before wrapping your lips around his dick and using both of your hands to push him as deep as he can go inside your mouth. He moans at the same time you gag, and his balls slap you in the face. He instinctively looks at you to ask if you’re okay, but you are more than okay. You are fucking alive. You encourage him to fuck your throat at this point by squeezing his ass cheeks and touching his balls.

“God, look at you! That pretty black dress…” He pulls out and back in not as forcefully as he can, but enough to make you start tearing up quickly. “On your knees for your man. That mouth!”

You find yourself moaning at the feel of his fingers grasping and tugging at your hair. Jesus, how you missed this...

“You have the sweetest mouth.” Does he even realize what he’s mumbling? “I could die right here. Right now,” he says and thrusts harder, which makes you close your eyes. You can barely see anything because of the tears, and he’s already close. “My pretty baby, my fucking girl.”

You’re getting wetter and wetter the more he talks, and it’s crazy. You’re cold and your jaw is hurting, yet you love this.

“Not caring if someone can catch us, just making sure you mark me again. God, I'm gonna come, baby. Gonna... should I p-pull-”

You don’t let him finish his sentence as you grab his ass to make sure you keep him there, in your throat, as he comes while moaning your name.

When he finishes, he immediately helps you stand up, before he kisses you desperately, his tongue immediately licking your bottom lip to get access. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. You moan in the middle of the kiss because his semi-hard cock is right where you need it, and it’s like torture...

“Need to taste you, okay, baby?” He asks with so much need in his voice. He sounds so whipped. “Need my pussy. Can I take you to my room?”

That is perfect, a dream at this point. But you need to make him a little more desperate.

“But the wedding… They would kill us.”

“I am sure you care sooooo much about this wedding and Nat’s stories. More than about getting my tongue on that pretty clit of yours and making you come all over my face.”

You can’t hold back your laughter.

“Fair point, Mr. Barnes. I deserve my orgasms, especially after listening to you pathetically trying to seduce me by admitting how desperate you are.”

“You dropped to your knees on this balcony just to mark my cock as yours.”

You pull his hair a little. “You said it yourself, it's already mine. Now get that ugly jacket and carry me.”

Bucky snorts, kissing your cheek. “You bought me that ugly jacket.”

“I know.”

*

You don’t know where you left your phone and even though you should feel panicked, you don’t. All you can focus on is Bucky taking off your dress and groaning at the sight of your cups. You couldn’t wear a full bra, so you improvised. They could barely hold your breasts, but no nipples showing? Win.

“Hurry up!”

“Jesus,” he moans and reaches for your cups. Desperate man... you roll your eyes, but let him uncover your breasts and grab them into his hands eagerly. He’s not just holding them, he looks and touches them as if he’s never seen boobs in his entire life, let alone yours.

“James...” You sigh, throwing your head back in pleasure when he finally gets your nipple into his mouth. Your hand finds his hair instantly, and you watch him suck happily while playing with your other nipple.

“You’re quite hungry,” you say with a smile, stroking his hair. You missed this so much. His need to always touch or sleep on your boobs, the way he grabs them while he’s pounding you... You shiver in anticipation when he switches to the other tit.

“Fucking shit, I missed them so much.”

You snort. “My boobs?”

“Mine.” He’s not sucking anymore, he’s eating them, shocking you.

“H-hold on a second, Bucky. They’re breasts, not my clit.”

“It’s been a year, love. Let me get my fill. I died without them. Died!”

As much as you wanted to think only about the part he missed your boobs, you can’t help the jealousy that clouds your mind. You were divorced, yet the image of him sucking someone else’s tits makes you want to hit a wall. Mia all over him... You pull his hair angrily. “You surely had other tits in your mouth, Bucky, for the past year. Don’t pretend this is any different.”

He immediately stops sucking. “You... you can’t believe this. Tell me you don’t believe this.”

You look away, too proud to face him. “What am I supposed to believe, huh? It’s been one fucking year.”

“I’ve been yours this whole year. I’ve been thinking about you, fucking my fist while watching... our videos, as fucked up as it might be. I tried to date, but I failed, and trust me, it has nothing to do with the size of my dick and my age. No one is you. No one smells like you or talks like you. No one is my brat with the god complex.”

“God complex?” You raise your eyebrow, keeping your face straight. “Fuck you.”

“I will fuck it out of you as I usually do, don’t worry.”

“Then why does it keep coming back?”

He chuckles. “Because you want to get fucked all the goddamn time.”

“Like you don’t!” You puff. “Come on, I breathe in your direction and you get hard, Bucky.”

“Did you see yourself? Did you have sex with yourself? You cannot judge me!” He grabs your breasts again. “There is no comparison, okay? You have no rival. Never did, never will.”

“That’s all?” You puff, amused. “My looks?”

“Do I even have to say… Your god complex exists for a fucking reason. You’re the smartest, most sarcastic, and feistiest person I’ll ever meet. One mocking comment, and you know how I get.”

“Pathetic?” You mock him on purpose just to get the reaction he is talking about. You love it when he compliments you.

“Is this why you divorced me? Cause I am a pathetic son of a bitch?”

You  take a deep breath. “I divorced you because you refused to communicate properly with me anymore, and you know it.”

“So not because of my small dick, either,” he remarks, making you roll your eyes.

“No, your small dick is one of the reasons I am here.”

Bucky dramatically touches his heart. “So you’re using me for my sex skills!”

“As if you don’t beg me to use you. Come on, put that mouth to good use before Nat comes after us.”

He doesn’t disappoint as he finally rips your underwear off, just like you fantasized about, and you use this as the perfect opportunity to fish for more.

“What happened, Jamie? So eager. Aren’t you a little good-”

The word boy comes out as a moan when you feel his index finger curled up inside you suddenly.

“What happened, honey? Too big for you?”

“Dick!”

“You’ll get that. I just need to erase the memories of having little pencils in here. That must have been traumatic.”

“You’re such a jerk!” You snort, but he’s right. It was really bad.

Bucky shrugs, finally kneeling properly between your legs before lifting them on his shoulders. God, yes!

“Gonna give my pussy some loving.”

“D-didn’t know you have a pussy, James.”

He smiles against your inner thigh. “I certainly keep what I lick.”

“Eww, what the fuck.”

He snorts, kissing your slit. “I am joking, baby. Tried to imitate one of those dicks you thought you could replace me with.”

Petty fucking bitch! You grab him by his hair and push him closer to your pussy.

“Shut the fuck up and eat!”

His tongue feels like heaven, indeed, on your clit. You’ve lost count of how many times you remembered him eating you out so you can come this year. He's just so good at eating your pussy.

You let out a satisfied sigh when he adds a second finger. You start to feel like before… like you and Bucky are still married and with no problem. Like you're happy. He makes you so happy. Made.

So you stare at his hair and stroke it as he sucks on your clit, completely squashed between your thighs, and try to hold back your tears.

When he adds his third finger and starts tracing eight figures on your clit with his tongue before he flattens it, you know you’re about to come.

There is something about the way he always manages to make you vulnerable even if it’s not intentional, to cut you open and get in... and you don’t want it to be over. You can’t let him go again after tonight. You’d suffocate.

Your efforts to delay your orgasm and not tear up are futile because when he sucks a little harder, you come and start sobbing somehow. The orgasm is strong and even though you’d want to watch Bucky, you close your eyes, letting yourself go, and shut your mind down for a second. Everything feels so overwhelming. So amplified…

You’re grateful he doesn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, either, even though you felt him hesitating when he heard you crying. You really needed this.

As soon as you finish, you drop your legs, furiously trying to wipe your face. He knows the difference between crying because of a crazy orgasm and you being emotional. He instantly gets back on the bed next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug you’ve had in two years.

“God, I’m...” You don’t know how to continue this phrase. You should not feel sorry for crying and you’re not pathetic for it. “I m-missed you so much, Bucky. Why did you give up?”

You feel his warm breath on your forehead. “I never gave up, baby, I swear.”

“B-but you did. You didn’t even try for more than six months. When I told you...” You take a deep breath. “That I want a divorce, you didn’t even look at me. Once, Bucky! Not even once…” You show him your index finger. “You simply agreed. You gave up on us. I was waiting for you to say: no, let’s try. No, I’ll communicate. Your words...” You sob. “Your words would have been enough for me. You should know that.”

“Oh my god, baby, please, breathe!” He kisses your forehead over and over again. “I never gave up, I swear. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell you all of that, but you asked me for divorce. It felt like you wanted out. You were tired of fighting... you were tired of me. And I didn’t want to tell you to stay just so you could either stay with me out of pity or reject me. I would have died... To look at you and beg, and to see you detached.”

You shake your head into the crook of his neck. He cannot...

“How would I be detached if I tried for six months? How would I get tired of you?”

“Exactly. You tried for six months. I thought you snapped out of it...”

“Out of what?” You whisper, scared to say it louder, but he hears you anyway.

“Out of love.”

You immediately lift your head to look at him. He’s crying, too. “Bucky...” You bring your fingers to his cheeks and start to caress them.

“I just couldn’t remember us like this. I couldn’t look into your eyes and see you staring at me like I’m a stranger.”

“Jesus Christ, when did we fail to communicate this much?”

He knows you don’t expect an actual answer, so instead of speaking, he holds you, and kisses you, and makes you giggle.

The more you move into his lap, the better you feel his erection pressing against your pussy. So close, yet so far.

He groans, placing his hands on your hips. “Careful.”

“Well, I don’t want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me raw right now.”

“Right now? He snorts, using his position to his advantage and moving. And just like that, you’re suddenly pressed with your back against the bed, and his mouth covers the valley between your breasts. That didn’t take a lot of convincing.

“Did you fuck anyone else without protection?” You ask unsure how to formulate it without it sounding a little weird. You’re not even sure you want to know the answer if it’s positive, but still.

“No. Only condoms and well... to be honest more my fist,” he chuckles, helping you get on your back again by bringing a pillow under your head. “I tested myself, of course.”

You nod, trying to hide your happiness. You selfishly wanted this: no one but you to feel him without any barrier.

“Good.”

“What about you?”

“No one for me, either.”

You would laugh at his proud face if you didn’t know he might use it to tease you later. You can use it too, though.

“Come on, baby, spread your legs for me. Daddy’s home.”

You laugh surprised, but you do what he says. You really missed having him between your legs.

Needy, you reach for his T-shirt, that for some reason is still on, and you tug it down, showing him you want it off.

He hesitates for a couple of seconds too long before grabbing his T-shirt by the neck.

“Come on, what did you do? Got a tattoo?”

You get your answer as soon as he’s finally naked.

“Oh, God!” You instantly lift your hand so you can grab his necklace. “What the fuck, James...”

“I told you I never gave up on us.”

“So you’re telling me you’ve been keeping it on since we divorced?”

He blushes, looking away. “Yeah.”

“Even when you were with other girls?”

Your heart is racing.

“Never took it off.”

You giggle, touching the surface of the ring over and over again.

“No wonder why nothing worked.”

“I had no intention to make it work.”

You say nothing, just looking into his eyes and letting him see how fucking much you love him, how he could never be a stranger, and you kiss him, wrapping your legs around his ass to show him what you need.

“I want you to pound me, okay? I want to feel you for days, do you hear me? I am so wet and ready. Please, just fuck me!”

You shiver a little when you feel the back of his hand brushing against your clit while he brings his cock to your entrance.

“Gonna make you mine again, alright? Gonna make you forget this year and everyone who,” He finally thrusts inside you. “Tried to get you.”

He’s thick. Really thick, and you can’t believe how you managed to survive without this stretched-out feeling for a whole fucking year.

“I hate you so much!’

He snorts. “I am pretty sure you love me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have my cock inside you after one year.”

“This is the problem!” You hiss when he pulls almost completely out. “One year, Bucky!”

“Aww!” He says a bit mockingly before thrusting all the way in again. Oh my God... you close your eyes. “Is this your bratty way of telling me you missed my small dick?”

“Bratty? You think this is bratty?” You ask him sarcastically before bringing a hand to his ass. “Harder!”

“Harder, huh?” He quickly unwraps your legs and turns you on your belly before you can react.

You gasp, shocked by how fast he is and hating the emptiness, but he ignores it, bringing a pillow under your pussy.

“Ass in the air, come on.”

You comply immediately, staring at his face from the side. He looks like he’s on a mission, with his hair already in all directions and the wedding band hanging around his neck.

The first thing you feel is his mouth on your ass cheek, licking on a spot before biting.

You hiss. “James!” It hurts, not more than a spanking, but you weren’t ready for that.

“Mine.”

You snort, wiggling your ass. “Yeah, yeah. Now gimme my cock.”

And he does. He so does, he’s not slowly entering you, no. He pushes in almost fully with only one thrust, making you bite into your pillow.

“You missed that, didn’t you? The way I fill you up is so good. The way...” He slaps your ass. “No one can make you feel so good. No one can fuck you like the desperate whore you are for my cock.”

You moan loudly into the pillow. You love being called a whore like this. Because he is right and he is obsessed with it, anyway. “B-Bucky...”

“Tell me whose cock you love? Tell me.”

He’s thrusting so fast at this point that you can barely even hear him.

“Bucky.”

“No, no, no. That is not what you call me like this.”

“James...”

He suddenly stops thrusting, and you whine, lifting your spinning head to look at him over your shoulder. No matter how much you try to tilt your hips to make him move, you fail.

“If you want to get fucked, baby, you gotta call me the right-”

“Daddy. Daddy, daddy. Happy now?”

He rolls his eyes, obviously not that happy with your tone.

You smirk.

“I see you need a lot of battiness fucked out of you.”

“Then why are you not fucking me, daddy?”

“Oh, goddamn it!” He’s not holding back now, moving like he used to. “Tell me, baby. Tell me you love me... that no one, fuck- no one is like me!”

His voice tinges with a hint of neediness... maybe even urge. His vulnerability takes you a little aback because it’s stronger than his mocking. He’s genuinely seeking for reassurance as he gazes at you with a mixture of desire, desperation and longing. He’s searching for validation in your eyes the way you were earlier, so you give it to him.

“You’re the only one for me, J-James. I love you forever. I never... I n-never stopped!” You can’t keep your head up a second longer as you drop it on your pillow, moaning.

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You half-snort, half-moan. “W-we can’t.”

“We can.” The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy almost covers the sound of his voice.

“We... we have to apply first.”

He spanks your ass again, and you scream, the sudden pain making you feel so good.

“So wet for me. They stood no chance. T-they don’t know how hard you want it.”

“Daddy, please... Please!” You’re a moaning mess. You just need a little harder. Just a little.

You’re not sure if you’re gonna have a voice after this. He’s pounding you so hard.

“My good, good girl.” He’s squeezing your hips, and the sound of your skin slapping is echoing. “God, gonna come for me? Jesus, wanna fill you up with my come too. Please, baby.”

You don’t know when or how he manages to do it, but he sneaks one of his hands under your body and pinches your nipple. You gasp, the wave of pleasure hitting you as he keeps fucking you. You feel your body weakening when he says your name over andl over again, but you don’t open your eyes for a while, letting him fuck you desperately while playing with your breast.

“Gonna- fuck, take my come, wife! Take me!”

He’s coming so much... surprisingly much even for him. You can feel him dripping down your thighs even when he slows down, then stops his movements before he falls on top of you as soon as he finishes.

“James...” You groan. “You’re heavy.”

He places a small kiss on your back, and you giggle.

“I love you.”

You melt, but he moves to the side before you can reach for his cheeks.

“I love you, too.” You kiss him. “So much that I let you drag me out of my best friend’s wedding reception.”

Bucky snorts, brushing his nose against your face. “Pretend all you want, I know you were bored as fuck.” You feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whine. It’s a little uncomfortable. “Sorry, wifey.”

“I’m not your wife yet.”

“Yet, but you were and you will be again this week.” He takes your ring finger into his mouth.

“Bucky!”

“What? We need new rings.”

You try to pull out your finger. “No, we don’t. I have mine.”

“We need...”

“How about we use all that money for a vacation instead?”

“Neah, honeymoon is honeymoon.”

He finally lets your finger go. “We are not buying other wedding bands.”

“I am not debating a new engagement ring, though.”

You roll your eyes, but you know it’s the best deal you can get.

“Fine, a new engagement ring,” you agree while rolling ro his side and placing your head on his chest. “I don’t wanna move.”

“Don’t want to or can’t?”

You decide to surprise him by biting a spot right above his nipple. He groans while you simply laugh.

“You just can’t be subtle, can you?”

“If you’d wanted subtle you’d have gone for someone like Steve.”

“Eww, Bucky. I have your come dripping out of me and you bring up Steve?”

“You literally talked about Nat a sec ago.”

Then, as if a switch was flipped, your eyes widen. “Oh shit, my phone!”

“Where did you forget it?” Bucky asks casually, so used to gathering your things for you. You really missed that, too.

“Table. God... Do you think they know?”

“Know what?” He giggles, raising both of you until your backs touch the headboard. “That you dropped on your knees in the middle of the wedding to suck my cock? Or how I fucked you raw until you cried.” A sudden realization crosses his face. “You asked me to fuck you raw. Are you... still on the pills?”

You roll your eyes. “You think I’d let you fuck me like this for the first time we talked to each other properly since we divorced if there was a big chance to get pregnant?”

“I assume you are still on the pills, don’t be patronizing!” He kisses your nose, which he knows tickles you.

Ass...

“You are asking a dumb question instead of getting your ass downstairs to bring me my phone.”

“How is that dumb? I wanted to know if I should get you a pill or something.”

“So you don’t want babies with me!” You try not to laugh as you say it, biting your lip to keep your face serious.

“Why do you act as if I told you I don’t want a baby with you?” He chuckles when he sees you pouting. “We’re just getting back together and no way you’d want a baby now. But if I am wrong, let’s go for it. I can give you a baby, just get off the pills.”

“You don’t give me a baby, James. We have a baby together!”

He sighs, getting off the bed to get his clothes back on. “Obviously, but I am the one coming inside you. This is what I meant. I am all in. But we need some adapting time at least.”

You should stop this whole teasing-testing thing. You both have the same opinion after all. You might have a baby, and you know he’d be involved one hundred percent, but not now. Absolutely not.

“I know. Thanks for asking.”

“You’re such a tease.” He snorts, putting on his pants. “Before I go, do you want me to run you a bath or should I bring you a towel?”

“Do you plan on staying there?”

He turns his head to you instantly. “Yeah, sure. I am gonna eat some steak and brag about fucking my wife.”

“Alright, alright. Bring me a snack and we can take a bath together. Actually,” you think about it better. “I’m gonna clean up and wait for you.”

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you?” He asks as he fixes his jacket.

“Why? Is this all you could give me?”

“Oh, fuck you!”

“Sure.” You spread your legs at the same time you grab your own breasts, making him groan. It’s so easy to get to him. And it’s hilarious.

“Jesus, you’re planning to kill me.”

“Not you acting as if it’s the first time this happened.”

“It is the first time in over a year, baby.”

You feel yourself softening again. “True. Now, please, please, please, don’t give them any details and bring me a snack.”

“What snack?”

“Anything, make me a plate, I don’t care.” He nods before reaching for the keys. “Oh, and Bucky? Tell your flavor of the month you don’t need her anymore.”

“I told you she is not-”

“And tell Nat I’ll make it up to her!” You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. You don’t need him to defend a random girl’s honor.

“You’re so jealous.”

“Lock the door!”

You giggle satisfied when he closes the door and let yourself scream out of happiness while staring at the bite he left on your ring finger. Mrs. Barnes never got out of style.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #ex-husband!bucky barnes #divorced!bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluf #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #my fanfics #my stories

[laenordeservedbetter]

For Sam x reader.

Ghostface is back and had followed the Carpenters, the twins, and Amber's older sister, Reader, to New York. No one trusting her because of the fact that her little sister was Ghostface, Reader is in disbelief, and Sam breaks up with her on the spot. Fast forward to the end, where Ghostface is dead, everyone's being treated by paramedics, Reader is seen walking away from the scene alone. Kirby asks where she is, Sam then sees her walking away, holding her broken arm to her body, and runs after her and apologies for not trusting and believing her. (Reader saying it's too late for sam to apologize. She then walks away from her friends, from Sam.)

You're Somebody Else

Words: 1.4k

Pairing: Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Freeman!Reader

Synopsis: You were told that the biggest betrayal comes from the people you care about the most, but never did you expect it to hurt so much.

Warnings: scream vi spoilers, violence, spitting, cussing, angst, no happy ending. lmk if I missed any.

A/N: I wrote this at a coffee shop. I'm still here rn, so we'll see how many fics I can post before I go home. (This will probably be the only one)

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

You stood before Amber’s Ghostface outfit, reaching out to touch the fabric before you remembered where you were -- who you’re with. The glares given to you by the rest of the group burned at the back of your skull. You can practically sense their judgments. Since the first Ghostface attack in New York, they pointed their fingers at you. You understood, given what you've all been through. Can't be too careful. You didn’t care that you saw the contempt on your own girlfriend’s face. You stayed by her side, understanding where she was coming from.

Being related to a previous Ghostface was something you and Sam had in common. When you are linked to a person with that track record, it sticks with you even if you are different from them. Trust becomes hard to give. And out of everyone, you figured your girlfriend is the one who understood the most about what it’s like. However, it looks like the sentiment isn’t shared.

She approaches you, getting the courage to ask, “Can we talk?”

You can tell what’s about to happen before Sam can utter what she wants to say to you.

Nothing good ever comes out of conversations like these.

“I’m sorry.” Sam stares, her gaze cold, nothing like the Sam you fell in love with. With each deafening step she takes away from you, your heart shatters just a little bit more. You are wounded by the way she’s looking at you. Any wound or injury you might sustain in the next few minutes will not compare to the poison laced in the invisible knife held against your throat by the woman you love. “I can’t take any more chances. I can’t trust you. We’re done.”

You scoff, glancing towards the group in hopes that they would back up your claim. “Sam, you know me. I would never hurt you or Tara or. . . Anika.”

Mindy flinches at the mention of her girlfriend’s name. Her stare hardens. “You have no right to say her name. We know you did it. You killed her.”

“Mindy…” Your voice breaks as your throat feels like it’s closing up. You can’t do anything to convince them, letting the stream of tears flow from your eyes. No one came to your rescue to prove your innocence. None of them trusted you. You felt pathetic, humiliated, embarrassed. Your eyes settle on Sam again. “Really? After everything we’ve been through together, you-”

Sam glowers. “It’s over, Y/n. Please, stay away from us.”

“Fuck you.” You turn your back, the hurt in your tone clear as day. “I don’t know you at all.”

“Maybe we didn’t know each other as well as we thought.”

It was one thing for you to walk away and another knowing that Sam would not be going after you.

-

“It was easy luring you away from the group. Guess we really can’t choose our family, huh?” Ghostface makes a tsk sound, the voice changer turned off.

He takes a step forward, but you stay positioned adjacent to the wall. That voice…

“Ethan?”

Ethan removes his mask, holding the voice changer to his lips, “Didn’t expect that?”

Of course it was him. Little by little, the pieces fall into place. The apartment attack -- that was probably Ethan. He wasn’t with the group. Not even the skeptic Mindy questioned his whereabouts. Your tears haven’t dried yet and you were as sure as hell they weren’t going to stop now. You bring your hands together in a slow clap. “Oh, wow, that’s… Fucking brilliant, actually.” Clutching your stomach, you let out what sounded like a painful cackle. “This is the part where I die.” You say. It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

“Oh no, no, no. See, that’s where you’re wrong.” Ethan smirks, gripping your left arm, applying pressure to where you had been previously injured a couple nights prior. “You are our scapegoat. I must give credit to Mindy for the idea. You have the perfect motive to be Ghostface! It was just gonna be Sam, but… The press would go crazier if it was a Bonnie & Clyde situation. Not that I care about that sorta stuff. It just works.”

You collect the saliva from your mouth, spitting in his eye. “Jokes on you ‘cause we’re not together anymore.”

“But they wouldn’t know that because by the time you get ‘caught’, all of your friends will be dead and you would look like the asshole trying to save yourself if you attempt to say the truth.”

Ethan places his free hand on your shoulder, pulling your arm with more force than necessary to guarantee that it would break. You stand there, biting your lip in order to hide the pain. If I screamed, it wouldn’t make a difference anyway, you said to yourself bitterly. There’s not a single person who’d give me the benefit of the doubt. In fact, they’d make me suffer worse, believing that Ethan did the right thing. Who knows what creative scenarios he came up with already.

-

The paramedics found you slumped down beside a row of chairs after Sam and the rest of the group defeated the three Ghostfaces. They wondered why you weren’t with the others, but with a quick word from Kirby, they left you alone, guiding you outside to treat your broken arm. One of the paramedics - Theo (that’s what you heard Kirby call him) asked if you wanted a ride to the hospital. You declined, insisting that you could get there yourself without anyone’s help.

You spare Sam a glance, observing her interact with Mindy, Chad, and Tara. Core Four. Good for them. Although you were glad that they are are still extant, you can’t stop the rancor that you feel as you stare at the four. You want nothing more than for this day to be over, move to someplace else, maybe change your name. Anywhere is better than here. It’s become clear to you how unwanted you are in New York. A change of scenery might do you good.

Kirby (the only person who hasn’t treated you like scum) situates herself in front of Sam, “Hey, where’s Y/n?”

Sam only notices your absence when Kirby pointed it out. “Shit. I…” She scans the area in search of your familiar eyes, guilt eating at her knowing that she accused you of being a killer. Because of that, you got hurt. She’d never forgive herself for it. “I'll be right back.”

The blonde detective nods in understanding. “I’ll stay with Tara.”

“Thank you.”

You were on your way to the hospital when a hand grasps your injured arm. Recoiling from the touch, you look back to curse the one responsible for hurting your limb only to meet Sam’s pleading gaze. “What do you want, Samantha?”

“Y/n, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for being careless, for not trusting or believing you. If I had, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” Sam touches your good shoulder this time, expressing her genuine apology.

But no matter how many ‘I’m sorry’s’ she will direct at you, it won’t take away what’s been done. “It’s too late, Sam.”

“What? No. We can try again.” She pleads desperately.

You couldn’t bite back the words the words that are on the tip of your tongue, feeling the last ounce of self control fray away. “Try again? Do you hear how ridiculous that sounds? You broke up with me because you didn’t trust me. You didn’t even try to understand my side!” The news reporters turned their heads at your outburst. They point their cameras to you, but you don’t make an effort to cut off your ebullition short. “All of you pointed your hands at me because what? I’m the sister of a killer?! If we’re basing our suspicions of all the Ghostface’s relatives, you should’ve been on the top of the list. The only thing I asked was for you to stand by me and you failed. So, no, we can’t try again. We’ll only end up worse than where we left off.” You finish, walking away from everything (not for the first time). “I’ll get my things out of your apartment tonight. After that, you won’t have to see me again.”

Sam stays still while you leave, clutching your arm in the process. That limb will heal, but the words that Sam has spoken won’t. There will remain a constant reminder of how you were betrayed by those you would give everything for.

So much for trust.

#samantha carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #scream 6 #scream #mindy meeks martin #anika kayoko #ethan landry

[syntheticfoxfire]

In The Night | Niragi Suguru | [F]

Summary: A rare moment of tenderness lying in bed with Niragi. Word count: 1.4k Warnings: implied abusive behavior, referenced smut

A cold breeze blowing through the open window chills you enough to make you scoot closer to the warm chest pressed against your back. Part of you wonders if that’s the reason why the window stayed open tonight but you let go of the thought quickly. It’s hard to focus on anything but the little content sigh the man behind you lets out. 

Niragi is far from perfect - hell, far from decent - but he’s making progress. Slowly. In moments like these you can almost imagine your relationship is normal.

His arms tighten around your waist, pressing you even more into him. Bare skin touches skin. It makes you shiver, sensitivity lingering after your previous activities. More than that, though, it reminds you of a movie scene you’ve seen ages ago. 

A blind woman touching a sleeping tiger.

Why can you relate to her so much at this very moment?

You let go of the thought. Instead, you turn around with a chuckle and nuzzle into his neck. The closer you are, the safer you are. He presses a kiss to your temple. Lately, you’re only seldom reminded of the feeling of the muzzle of his gun against that same spot.

“You seem to be in a good mood,” you note, running your hands over the muscles on his back.

“I am,” he replies. It’s indeed rare to see him like that - relaxed, walls lowered enough that you can forget they are there.

“Why?” you tease. After a moment of hesitation, you decide it’s safe enough to kiss along his collarbone, and so you do. While you don’t doubt he has enough strength for round two, it seems possible that tonight he would allow you a moment of intimacy deeper than that. Still he tenses a little, a reflex. It always happens if your touch grows soft and caring. There is a progress nonetheless - to start with, he no longer threatens to break your arm if you touch him like that.

He scoffs in response to your question. 

“I have the perfect little toy next to me. We had an amazing sex and now I get to keep you like this,” he squeezes you tighter, “Is there any reason why I shouldn’t be happy?”

Toy, huh? You haven’t heard that one in a while. Maybe he wanted to remind you. Or himself, who knows.

You smile against his skin. Deciding not to burst the bubble of serenity by reminding him that there’s no guarantee either of you would survive tomorrow, you just keep kissing down to his shoulder.

“There might be,” you murmur, concealing the amused teasing as best as you can behind a serious tone. It’s easy to trick Niragi like that. He likes to jump to conclusions when it comes to your relationship. Insecure enough to expect you to turn your back on him even if it’d cost you your life at the very least.

“Like?” he tenses further under your touch, trying to push you away to look at you. Fortunately he controls his strength and you manage to stay snuggled against him by hugging him tightly.

“Hmm… well, you’re not the one cuddling with the hottest and deadliest man at the Beach. And you don’t get to kiss him,” you demonstrate by tracing your lips back up to his neck, “and touch him,” now that he’s calmed down you can once again stroke across his back and sides, “and tell him that you love him very much.” 

Your mouth follows the outline of his windpipe, kissing up his neck to his lips, to which you’re so generously granted access. The tension remains in his muscles. It was to be expected. Soft praise and attention always make him uncomfortable, confessions of feelings even more so. And he knows no way of reacting to that feeling other than violence and threats. Fortunately it seems like he’s finally understood that you won’t tolerate that kind of behavior towards you.

“Careful,” Niragi warns instead. It isn’t soft, not exactly, but you appreciate the effort he put into making the word not seem like a threat.

You smile into the kiss when he connects your lips again. It’s the slow kind of kiss that you love, lips melting together, tongues sliding against each other languidly. You play with the ball that pierces his flesh, careful not to hurt him despite the wound being long healed.

“Why?” you whisper as you pull away for air. You see the way his jaw clenches just as he notices the spark of uncertainty in your eyes. He tries his best to relax again.

“I don’t want to hurt you tonight,” he whispers back after a moment of consideration. A thought crosses your mind, wondering just how fucked up your life has gotten that you actually consider it a sweet sentiment. He’s looking straight into your eyes as if searching for approval. You wonder if anyone’s ever seen him like that.

“I appreciate that,” you hum softly, reaching out to play with his hair as you kiss the corner of his mouth. Every moment with him really feels like living with a wild tiger. You can never be entirely sure that he won’t take your life in the next second. All it would take is one little misstep.

Perhaps you like the danger, crave it even on some unconscious level. That’s the only explanation you have for staying with him this long. Even as you tangle your fingers into his hair, combing through it with care, you think of the wild beasts you’ve encountered in the various games.

His eyes are closed. You have a theory that it’s so that you can’t read them. Yet it’s obvious Niragi’s going through some internal war. As you stroke his hair, running your hands through it carefully and massage his scalp, you think that just maybe he’s getting used to it. Used to this kind of touch that leaves behind comfort instead of pain.

He’s never told you about his past but it’s not exactly hard to guess it couldn’t have been easy. Or maybe you just want to believe his actions and behavior could be if not justified or excused then at the very least explained by the conditions that shaped him.

Thinking about the ancient history, the old world, your hands find their way to his face.

It comes as a surprise to you that you’ve never thought of wrapping them around his neck instead.

One of your hands slides down to his cheek, tenderly cupping it, while the other strokes above his eyebrow. Eventually your finger bumps into the metal ball there. It’s a strange contrast. While the one in his mouth is nice and warm, this one is cold, chilled by the midnight air. You smile a little and he must have heard it because he asks you what’s so funny - you tell him. He shakes his head.

“You’re the only person who would wonder about that, you know?” Niragi kisses your forehead. You smile, surprised that he hasn’t yet told you to stop. Maybe this is a test. You feel like you’ve already tested his patience a lot tonight with all your gentle touches. It makes you feel strangely proud of him and grateful to Niragi that he accepted as much of your love as he did tonight. 

But you can’t tell him that. If you told him you noticed the progress, the little changes so that your relationship at least resembles something healthy, he would cover back behind his walls, throwing all the progress out the window in the process.

You decide to push your luck instead. There’s something you wanted to do while you had the chance. Shifting higher so you’d reach his ear, you begin kissing a path from his lips across his jaw. Occasionally sucking on his skin, you make your way to his ear. The increasing strength of his hold on you does not go unnoticed. You bite his earlobe lightly.

“It’s true, even if you don’t like it. Even if you don’t feel the same way. I love you,” you squeeze his shoulder. A sign that you’re done for today. That you’re ready to respect him as a predator and a killer rather than being respected and tolerated as his partner again. 

That little squeeze is probably enough of a reassurance that his jaw relaxes again and he sighs deeply through his nose, angry but holding it together. It’s almost adorable.

You nuzzle into his chest, an allowed and welcomed gesture. It gives him an opportunity to hold and protect you through the night. Besides, with an ear pressed against his heart, you can pretend it’s beating so fast because he’s feeling a whole different emotion than fury.

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu #niragi fluff #angst #fluff #fanfic

[mynameismisty]

MINE|JOHNNY CAGEX FEM!READER

☆SUMMARY: Johnny wasn't a jealous man, but you with his co-star seemed a bit too over the line.

☆ORIGIN: I don't really have a song for this LMAO btw this came from a request, thanks anon! The request is rlly long soo💀

☆WARNINGS: NSFW, obvious p in v, jealous sex, creampie, praise

MINORS DNI

You knew Daniel. He was one of Johnny's co-stars, and a friend of yours. You had come to know it after he flirts with you multiple times, knowing you were with Johnny. But Johnny didn't seem to mind at all, you knew he wasn't jealous, he was just a bit protective. He knew when it went too far.

On a day where you got to the set first before Johnny, Daniel was on the set filming a scene and apparently, the girl he was supposed to make-out with... wasn't there! And who was?

You.

"It'll just be a small little session, darling." Daniel purrs, holding you by the shoulder after convincing the director to just put a wig on you. "C'mon, aren't we friends?"

"I don't wouldn't want to-"

"But we won't kiss anyway! Just some good ol' hollywood fake-a-roo."

Still, it weirded you out that he'd be presumably slobbering over your cheek in attempts to make the scene look real. You hoped no one would tell Johnny.

So they filmed the scene, and just like you thought, you had Daniel making out with your cheek and the Camera behind him where they could only see your hair and kissing noises.

After, it was like nothing happened. You went back to Johnny's trailer to just hang around until he came. Going over to the sink, you washed your face thoroughly, turning off the faucet and getting a scare.

"Johnny, baby!" You let out a yelp, holding onto your chest.

He stood, just beside the locked door of the trailer. You must've not heard him due to the water running.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He said, it was obvious venom laced around his words.

"Huh? Enjoyed what?"

"That little make-out session you and Daniel had."

"Johnny-"

"Oh, but you enjoyed that, didn't you? Liked him kissing all over you?"

"No! We just filmed a scene since the other girl was gone!"

"Still," He walked over to you, managing to pin you on the small counter in the trailer, you leaning back in fear that he might bite. "Does it give you any permission not to talk about it to me first?"

"But, baby! It all happened so quick- I-"

"I- I- I-," Johnny imitated in a mocking fashion. "Answer me, does it give you any permission not to talk to me about it first?"

"N...No.."

"You know I'm not a jealous man, right, sweetheart?" You nod weakly. "But that just crossed the line."

You knew you were definitely in for a wild ride.

“Oh fuck, Johnny, I can't!" You moaned into the pillow, gripping the sheets tightly.

"You like that?" He pants, holding you by the hips with a death grip as if you were going to run away any minute. "You like how I fuck you?"

"Ah! Yes, Johnny, yes!" You felt a hand smack over your ass as he pushed his dick undeniably deeper into you. You felt Johnny slap it again and again, watching it jiggle, loving the sight of you squirming and moaning uncontrollably.

"You like that, huh? You like making me show my limits?" And you could only moan in response.

Johnny's pace slowed down as you whined. "Come on, baby, if you wanna cum, work for it."

"Johnny!"

"No buts, c'mom pretty girl. But you tell me who's the only person to make you feel like this and I'll help you out."

You moan, pushing your pussy back to him. "You do— ahh— please—!"

"Good girl," He cooed, this time lightly pulling you by the hair (but still having his other hand on your waist) gently and increased his pace. "Go on."

"Y-You! Only you can make me f-feel like this!" You stuttered over your own words, writhing and moaning uncontrollably.

"Mhm."

"Ahh! Please, make me cum!" You felt the familiar knot in your stomach tightening, about to rip into two pieces as you try to hold onto the damn bed.

"Yeah, baby, just— fuck— keep talking."

"Only you, J-Johnny! I love you, n-not anyone else!"

Your ass, moans and arched back were just too much for him, burying himself into you as you felt that knot snap in two "Ahh- fuck, Johnny!"

Your orgasm washed over you, thighs trembling, threatening to give out on you, your pussy clenching around him and your juices dripping down the sides.

He wasn't done though.

"Such a good girl for me." He pounded into you, over and over again until small tears started to flow from your eyes. "Yeah, I know baby, you're sensitive?"

You nod, too tired to have anything else come out your voice rather than moans.

"Come on, make those sounds for me, pretty girl, don't hide 'em."

That made you moan even louder as he pushed into you back and forth, leaning over you so his mouth was just next to your ear. "You like that, baby?"

You felt your second orgasm approach, clenching your pussy around him and tensing up a bit.

"My girl gonna cum on my cock again?" You could feel his smug grin pressed into the back of your neck. "Fuck, yeah, hold on." He still pounded into you but you felt him reach out for something and opening it, rubbing over your back.

Then you realize. He's writing his signature on your back. In Sharpie.

"You look good like this, babygirl— shit!"

He felt you cum again, juices slipping iut faster this time and he couldn't hold back.

"Ahh, fuck, shit, baby!" He pushed your head into the pillow as he came inside you, shoving all of his seed into your stomach that it made you feel full.

"J-Johnny..."

"I know, baby, I know.." He kissed you on the forehead. "You're sorry, right?"

You give another weak nod.

"Mhm, don't worry, baby, just don't let it happen again, yeah?"

You give a sigh and fall asleep, body plumping to the side as you hear Johnny get up to go grab a towel.

"Think I'll need a talk with Daniel."

💚

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #johnny cage #smut #mortal kombat smut #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage x you

[drconstellation]

Come Back When You Can Make A Whale

This is going to contain some speculation for S3, so you know what to do! Or not do!

SITIS: What did God say? JOB: Um... I'm not sure. I didn't understand much. Things too wonderful for me. Ostriches came into it. SITIS: Ostriches? JOB: And whales. God's very proud of the whale. Went into some detail about... how great whales are. SITIS: But did They explain? JOB: [shakes head] I think the point was, if you want answers, come back when you can make a whale.

Whales, huh?

If you aren't well read, this could be quite the misdirection. It should be reasonably obvious, given who is doing the talking - Job - what he is actually referring to, then we can join a couple of dots to make some speculative leaps.

You still with me?

No? Then let us start with how do you make a whale?

By giving it another name.

Leviathan.

Chapter 41 of the Book of Job is all about the Leviathan, a great sinuous sea serpent with impenetrable scales and breath like fire. It sleeps beneath the sea until the end of days. Over time it came to be associated with any sea monster, then anything large, and what is the largest animal ever known to have lived? The whale.

The top of the matchbox is also worth a look. We have a skull and crossbones, which is classic Memento mori symbolism, fitting in with the resurrection theme of the Second Coming - but look at the way the address of the pub is spelt! Now, this not the same way it is spelt on the record single Maggie gives to Aziraphale; Goatgate is spelt as one word, not two. A little bit of searching reveals the meaning behind this fictional address that backs up and reinforces the quote on the side of the matchbox.

Strong's Concordance for 66 gives us "wild, savage, fierce." Goatgate is an interesting one, because it turns out to be a relatively modern term from the urban dictionary, and I'm just going to refer to the polite version of it here - it's another word for "mouth." So 66 Goatgate is a "fierce and savage mouth." Yes, that does sound about right - in more ways than one, once you know who it is. (If you want to look up the impolite version, go ahead - I'm sure you will still find the connotations very amusing.)

Our metaphorical Leviathan is Crowley. He gave the game away at the end of S1 during the appearance-swap.

This also means Aziraphale is his counterpart, Behemoth. Why - well, I made a bit of joke in my post here that he was playing at being a "river horse" while he wallowed in the bath of holy water during his part of the appearance-swap scene. Modern day scholars think the description of Behemoth in the Bible may be that of a hippopotamus in real life history. If that is so, I'd still be betting this is what the "dark horse" comment from Nina in S2E1 is foreshadowing.

Maybe none of this new to you if you've been hanging around the the fandom for a while. That's fine, I'm just trying to establish the scene. And the next bit we need to talk about is this one, where Job gets a lecture from God.

During this sequence, we hear lines that come from Job 38 and 39.

GOD: Job, if you have questions for me, I have questions for you. Do you know how I created the earth? Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth, Job? Were you there when all the morning stars sang together and all the Angels shouted for joy?

These lines are paraphrasing some of the beginning of Job 38.

Then we have:

GOD: Do you know the rules of the heavens? Did you set the constellations in the sky? Can you send lightning bolts and get them to report back to you? Did you give wings to peacocks, Job, or teach the ostrich to run?

These lines are again, paraphrasing Job, half from 38 and half from 39.

So then, we need to ask, why highlight these lines in particular?

Job 38 is mainly about setting the boundaries of the universe around us. The Earth might seem impossibly huge to a human, but it started with a single stone at its foundation. Earth and the other planets obey certain laws as they move around the Sun. The patterns of the stars in the sky take so long to change that it seems like they are set and inconstant. Even the chaotic form of lightning respects its Creator and returns to its point of origin.

From the last part of Chapter 38 to the end of 39 God challenges Job with a list of animals. The theme here is about freedom and wildness. Whether it is a noble lion, a loathsome crow, a nimble mountain goat, the head-strong wild ox or the willing war horse, they all flourish upon the Earth under the sight of the Almighty. Even the mightiest and most fierce beasts of all, Behemoth and Leviathan, have a place, although only God has the means to control those two.

None of this needs a human to be involved. We are so often the center of our own universe, and try so hard to control every aspect of the world around us that we lose sight of the bigger picture. Shit happens. Some things are out of our control. That doesn't mean its your fault and you're wicked and damned to go to Hell because of it. And that was the point God was trying to make to Job. The world is a far bigger, wilder and chaotic than you can imagine, but its also incredibly beautiful, and it runs itself within the rules and limits that seem to be set by invisible forces you can't see.

So back to the script from the show.

The first set of questions from God could apply to both of the duo. They were both around when Earth was created and were more than likely there when the "morning stars" (the highest angels, such as Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael and angel!Beelzebub) sang together.

The second set of questions are the ones that seem to have got the most attention so far, with ops cross-matching them to things Crowley does in S2.

Do you know the rules of the heavens?

Did you set the constellations in the sky?

Can you send lightning bolts and get them to report back to you?

Did you give wings to peacocks, Job...

(I make a suggestion this has something to do with Michael, but also see comments below)

...or teach the ostrich to run?

The first three of those questions are fairly straight forward, and I doubt many would dispute what they are referring to. But the reference to the peacock and the ostrich are more subtle and curious, and I would like to take a moment to look at the actual verse - because it is only one verse that is providing both questions - that is being paraphrased here.

Job 39:13 Gavest thou the goodly wings unto the peacocks? or wings and feathers unto the ostrich?

Did you realize that the King James Version of the Bible is the only one that mentions peacocks in this particular verse? All the other versions mentions the first sentence of that verse in relation to the wings of ostriches: "The wings of the ostrich wave proudly." The ostrich is considered a cruel and witless bird in the Bible, pleased with the way it looks, and seemingly careless about its young.

Why does that sound familiar...

Shax thinks this ostrich feather-clad angel in disguise isn't too smart either.

So using the peacock line is a curious choice in the script. Other than the "eyes" in the tail of the peacock having a connection to Michael's many watchful eyes on the world, it's still not clear how Crowley helped them upwards. Unless both lines are supposed to refer to Gabriel, and how the vain peacock was helped to both fly and run to a distant location in the stars.

Edit: Since I first wrote this, @beebopboom pointed me to some more peacock lore, and this helped me delve a bit deeper into them. Peacocks were associated with wealth and royalty, but they were also associated with immortality in early Christian beliefs. There was a belief that the flesh of the peacock did not decay after its death. The bright colours in its tail came from its eating venomous snakes, which reminded people of Christ becoming sin for humanity's sake (think of Crowley downing the laudanum to save Elspeth from Hell in the crypt in 1827, its a similar action.) The "eyes" on the males tail also represented the all-seeing eye of God. So we have a connection with both royalty and resurrection here.

(Oh - just as an interesting connection here - a number of the newer versions of the Bible not only don't mention the peacock in this verse, they compare the ostrich to the stork! The meaning is meant to be that the stork cares more for their young than the ostrich, but if you read the words at face value, you could take a double meaning away...)

Let us return to questions, answers, and whales.

Questions. Always questions. It's like the proverbial toddler who's always asking a never-ending string of "but, why?" for funsies and you just want them to shut up for a moment and think about the last thing you said first. They, too, are a bit like Job. They are the center of their own universe at that age, having not had much experience of the world. They have no grasp of how far it extends beyond them, and how little even we as adults know.

If at this point you're going "oh, no, no, no, no, op, please don't tell me the point of this meta is it's all ineffable," relax. I'm not.

The point was to set you up for some nice, juicy, awesomely sweet S3 speculation.

Because I believe Crowley will finally get to ask his questions of God.

(oh lordy, I made the mistake of taking a break to have a shower before trying to finish this off, because I was having trouble seeing how to finish this in a tidy way, and that caused me to have "shower thoughts" and now the nice sweet simple speculation has turned into a slightly bat-shit crazy kind-of one, although still on the same track as what I was originally thinking. Here goes...)

We have this three card spread from waaay back at the beginning of S1. We all think its something to do with the three babies.

What if its not?

Because we need something like this to happen again - Aziraphale and Crowley either side of a third protagonist. What if it's the King of Kings, Love personified, Jesus, in the middle? (Or Adam again, I wouldn't discount that option either...)

If you would look at the GIF and the screenshot together again and go, well that makes, sense, white for the angel on the right, and green for the demon on the left, I would jump up and shout at you - NO!

Look at the cards again! In the Tarot, that's the Ace of Swords on the right - it belongs to Aziraphale. It's a very powerful card, about new beginnings and change.* Lets call the one of the left Knight of Wands, which also represents the element of Fire. Knights are all about movement and journeys. Who owns the Bentley? And look what Gabriel has instinctively done with his hands - he has held his screen-left hand out to Aziraphale, the Sword, the angel who wears green, and his right hand out to Crowley, the Knight of Fire. The yin and yang qualities are actually swapped. That was what I was trying to tell you in this post. They aren't as obvious as they seem at first glance.

And love is the answer, it turns out. Did you see my comment the other day on another post? In Strong's Concordance 25 = to love.

Anyway, we should get a third parallel scene somewhat like this, and like when Aziraphale and Crowley took Adam out of time to talk to him in S1.

Only this time the three of them (with who ever is in the middle) should be having a talk with God about what is or isn't supposed to happen.

JOB: I think the point was, if you want answers, come back when you can make a whale.

Crowley could be a literal serpent (though I would be very surprised if he did manifest that way) but it should be a metaphorical Leviathan that stands before the Almighty to ask his questions and get his answers. And it will be that he has earned the right to be there, because he finally understands the lessons of Job.

@makewayforbigcrossducks I hope this answers one of your questions

*The Ace of Swords speaks of new beginnings, but it is a two-edged sword that can cut both ways. It is strength in adversity, victory out of struggle, good out of evil, a change in the old order on the way.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #job minisode #book of job #leviathan #behemoth #i only ever asked questions #come back when you can make a whale #gabriel #shax #did you give wings to peacocks? #teach the ostrich to run #king of kings #king of hearts #yin to his yang

[believesthings]

Different Kind of Touch// Ted Lasso x Reader

Summary: After seeing your boyfriend, Ted Lasso, roll out his new “Led Tasso” method at training, you have an unexpected response and you’re surprised to come home one day to find that your boyfriend has decided to bring this new method into the bedroom. 

A/N: I haven’t written smut in like 7 years but I really wanted to write this. (and just like our man Ted says “training makes perfect”) so I figured there was no better way to get comfortable with writing smut again except to just dive into it. Also shoutout to @calzone-d​, since her message of encouragement is what pushed me to complete this. Full disclosure, you might have to suspend some disbelief for this piece. It’s hard for me to say what would be in character for “Led Tasso” since we only have one scene of him in the show. But what is fanfiction but the deepest desires of our imaginations? 

Warnings: Smut, Panty gagging, fingering 

It was a complete coincidence that you showed up to training the same day that Ted decided to unveil his Led Tasso method. You and Ted had both been so busy lately and you wanted to surprise him at work. You didn’t see him down in his office when you arrived, however, Beard was there with a signature football book propped open, absorbing the tactics like a sponge. 

“Hey Beard. Where’s Ted?” 

“Getting ready for training.” 

Nate chimes in - “Apparently, we’re using Led Tasso today.” 

Looking between the two men you ask, “What the hell is Led Tasso?” 

“The last resort, apparently.” 

Sitting a couple rows behind Dr. Sharon, you see your boyfriend come out onto the pitch, grumbling and throwing a cup up at the stands. He flips over the drink table and it certainly startles you, it’s pretty rare to see aggression from Ted even if this is still pretty goofy.

Watching the team lean down and touch their toes - and then touch each other’s toes, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

Even though the whole thing was certainly absurd, it was definitely doing something for you. 

Watching him flip over a table, telling Collin off for running his mouth, and when he picked up the ball and started talking about the ‘air hole nub,’ you were embarrassingly close to squirming in your seat; the whole thing reminding you all too well what it felt like to have his own fingers on you. 

Beard snaps him back to reality and there is again - sweet Ted. He waves up at you, “Hey there Darlin’! I wasn’t expecting to see you today.” 

“I know - I was a surprise. I figured we could have lunch together today.” 

“What a sweet surprise you are. Course we can have lunch together, come on.” 

Making your way down to him, he wraps his arm around you and presses a kiss to your temple. 

“So, Led Tasso, huh?” 

“Yeah, you know like we were tellin’ the doc, sometimes you just gotta try different methods, you know? You never know what will help.” 

“You’re the best coach I’ve ever seen, Ted. Keep doing your thing and I’m sure it’ll all work out.” 

______________________________________________________________

“What is all this?” 

Ted looks up at you, smiling. “Well, I figured we’ve both been so busy lately it was time for us to have some much needed time together, alone.” 

Candles and soft lighting decorated the room, a very romantic atmosphere. However, you could also see a stash of towels on the bed which said to you - your needs were going to be thoroughly taken care of tonight. You were already practically squirming in anticipation of what was to come. 

Ted makes his way over, taking your face in his hands and kisses you. “I won’t lie to you, darling. I’ve been craving your body all day. I could barely focus on training cause I was thinking about you so much. Beard had to snap me back to reality a few times.” 

He pulls back, drinking you in. “You are an absolute vision, you know.” 

His hands roam down grabbing you by the waist as he makes his way down and starts kissing your neck. Murmuring against your skin, “You’re wearing too many clothes.” 

Rolling your eyes and chuckling lightly at him, you reply, “I’m wearing shorts, Ted.” 

“Well, they’re in the way.” 

“They do come off, you know.” 

He lifts his head up and locks his eyes with yours. “Can I take your clothes off, sweetheart?” 

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

Lifting your shirt up over your head and throwing it to the side, he wastes no time pressing kisses on your now exposed skin. His lips and hands making their way leisurely down your body until he reaches your hips. He pulls your shorts down and you kick them out of the way as you step out of them. 

“Would you do me a favor and kneel on those towels for me, love?” 

You drop a knowing gaze to the bulge in his pants and he chuckles at you. “Oh, believe me darlin’ I wouldn’t be opposed to you taking care of me like that, but tonight is about putting your pleasure first.” 

Which was funny to you, because with Ted every night was about putting your pleasure first. 

“Here let me lie down behind you.” You settle down on the towels and he pulls you back into his chest. “Just like that. Can you close your eyes for me?” He whispers in your ear. 

You let out a sigh as you feel Ted’s large hands roaming over your body. “I want you to clear your head and focus on my touch, okay?” 

Nodding your head, he whispers again, “good girl.” 

You let out a whimper at the clenching you can feel in your core at his words. 

He cups your breasts in his hands and rubs his thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden under his touch.  “I love the little noises you make.” he says as he starts kissing your neck. 

“Can you spread your legs open for me, baby?” 

You comply, opening your legs and raising up off the towel as Ted slides your panties down and places them off to the side. 

“There you go. Just like that.” You begin squirming against him and he presses his hands against your thighs, holding you still. “Shh, keep your eyes closed.” He runs one hand  up and down your inner thighs while the other hand reaches up and gently grabs your neck. He’s back in your ear again, “I’m going to take care of you, darlin’.” 

Of course he was. He always did. 

“Now, a little birdie told me that you uh-” He clears his throat, “you really enjoyed the show you got out on the pitch the other day, that a certain someone really grabbed your attention.”

Since you’ve only made one recent trip to Ted’s work, it didn’t take long for you to figure out what Ted was talking about. His alter ego, Led Tasso. 

Your eyes shoot open and come face to face with his own hazel irises gazing back at you. “How did you - “ A little birdie told me. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.” 

“Now honey, there’s no need to go gettin’ mad at Beard. I could tell when I saw you that day that training obviously had an effect on you. You looked more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. All beard said was that you mentioned that it was doing something for you. But I had mostly figured that out on my own, he just gave me the verbal confirmation I needed to be sure.” 

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, you know. You should always tell me what you like.” He goes back to kissing your neck. 

“I want to know everything.” 

Kiss

“Everything that gives you chills.”

Kiss

“Everything that flusters you.” 

Kiss

His voice seems to drop an octave when he says, “Everything that makes you wet.” 

“Ted-” You whimper out. 

“Do you trust me, baby?” 

“Of course I trust you Ted. Always.” 

He gives you a soft kiss on the lips. “Just relax. I’ll be right back, okay?” 

Before you can even fully process it, he’s getting up and stepping into the bathroom. You lie back and try to catch your bearings. Ted had barely even begun touching you and you were already about to lose your mind. You and Ted had played with  Dom/Sub dynamics before but Ted bringing out this persona in the bedroom was a whole different ballpark. 

When he emerges back into the room, the atmosphere shifts. Even though he looks like your Ted, you can feel the difference almost instantly. 

“Close your eyes.” 

It’s direct, his voice taking on an authority that your body seems to naturally respond to. 

Once your eyelids have dropped, you can feel two of his fingers tracing along your bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me.” 

Feeling his digits press against your tongue, you gently close your mouth. 

“Suck.” 

The anticipation you’ve been feeling seems to go off like a rocket. You get to work on the task at hand, wasting no time in swirling your tongue around his fingers. 

“There you go, don’t hold back now. Gotta make sure they’re ready for where I’m gonna touch you next, yeah?” 

You moan against his fingers at the thought of him finally giving you what you need. 

“Oh, you like that?” 

Nodding your head as he pops his fingers out of your mouth you can hear a slight tsk tsk tsk coming from above you. 

“Use your words. We’re not moving on til you do.” 

Your voice slightly cracks as you answer him, “Y-yes coach.” 

There’s a brief pause and you wonder if you’ve already done something wrong. But he ends it quickly. “Good girl.” 

He gently cups your pussy and you can feel his fingers caressing your folds and working their way towards your, now, incredibly sensitive clit. 

But he doesn’t touch you there yet. 

“Look at you. Your breathin’ is getting  nice and heavy. I love teasin’ ya. Love hearing you making all those needy little noises.” 

Your breath catches in your throat as you feel his fingers finally dip down and draw little circles on your clit. Finally giving you the touch you crave. 

“This is the best part, isn’t it? I love getting all these little reactions out of you., making you melt with my touch, making you shake, turning you into a desperate mess. Making you beg for release. Do you want more?” 

Gasping out an answer, “Yes, please.” 

His other hand joins in as he gently slides in two fingers, while his other hand keeps playing with your clit. 

The feeling was more intense than you anticipated and you let your eyes roll back while you moan out for him. 

“Now, you gotta be quiet for me.” 

You whimper in protest at this and he draws his fingers away. 

“I asked you to be quiet.” 

“No, please -” You whine. 

He chuckles lowly at you, “Now, I think I might have been wrong about you. A good girl would follow directions like she was told. I guess you’re more of a naughty girl than I thought. Looks like I’ll have to help keep you quiet since you can’t do it yourself.” 

He reaches over and grabs your panties. 

“Open your mouth.” 

He’s hovering over you, stuffing your panties in your mouth, nice and tight. 

“There you go, now you can moan and whimper all you want. Let’s see how quiet you can stay if I just add another finger…” 

A third finger slides its way into you and you begin moaning against the fabric in your mouth. You could feel your own wetness on your panties against your lips and you would be lying if you said it didn’t serve to just turn you on even more. 

Your moaning only gets louder once you feel him increase the pace. 

“That’s how you want it, huh? You want me to go a little harder, a little deeper?” He leans down and starts kissing on your neck again and lightly biting on your skin. 

“I knew I was right about you. You are a naughty girl. Don’t you dare think about closing your legs. Need you to keep them wide open so I can properly give you my fingers, isn’t that right?” 

He doesn’t say anything but you can feel him begin to slow his fingers and it’s becoming apparent to you that he’s waiting on a response from you before he’ll pick up his pace again. 

You muffle out a “mmhm” against the fabric of your panties. 

 “You feel so good. So wet. I can’t wait to sink into that perfect pussy later. But right now, it’s not about me, is it? Right now it’s about making you cum as hard as you can. But you don’t do it until I say so, okay?” 

He curls his finger in just the right spot and your hips buck up against him. 

“I’ll even give you a little countdown. What do you think? I’ll only count from five - I won’t torture you too much. You’re too much of a greedy girl to be able to handle much more, aren’t you?” 

You were so desperate for release and you didn’t care how much it showed at this point. Moaning and writhing at how close you were to falling apart. Tears were pricking the edges of your eyes as you looked up at him. He wasn’t speaking and you couldn’t read him well enough under this persona to tell where his head was. You didn’t think you could hold on much longer and you prayed he would start counting down soon. 

He keeps his eyes on you and you can make out the light smirk forming on his face. “Alright - I’ll go easy on ya.” 

“Five”

Oh, thank god. 

“Four” 

You could feel it building. 

“Three” 

Almost there…

“Two”

So close

“God you’re so beautiful when you’re desperate.” 

Jesus Christ. You were so close. So much for going easy. Just one more number and you could have relief.

He removes his fingers from your pussy and  lazily circles your clit while he sucks on your neck. 

You groan against the gag in your mouth at the loss of contact. 

“Alright, I’ll have mercy on you.” 

“One”  he says as he plunges his fingers back into you and your eyes roll back at the feeling. 

“There you go, that’s it.” He talks you through your orgasm as you feel the wetness soaking his fingers and the towels beneath you, thank god he had the foresight to lay them out. 

He removes his fingers and reaches up to take the gag out of your mouth, you grab his fingers, licking your own arousal off of him. You remove his fingers from your mouth with a pop and sit up on the bed, facing yourself in front of your boyfriend. 

You clap your hands in front of him two times just like you saw from Beard on the pitch and just like magic, your sweet Ted is back - and a little flustered. 

“Hey there darlin’ you ok?” 

You nod at him, still trying to get your bearings and fully come down from your high. 

He gets up and goes into the other room. When he returns, he holds a glass of water out to you which you gladly accept. You take slow sips while Ted peppers you with soft kisses. “What do you think about running a bath and getting cleaned up?” 

He holds his hand out to you as you attempt to stand but your legs are shakier than you expect. “I got ya, darlin’” 

He lifts you up and carries you into  the bathroom, sitting you down gently on the side of the tub while he gets the water ready. 

“Thank you for tonight, Ted. That was one of the hottest things I’ve experienced.” 

“Thank you, honey. For trusting me to do all that. I thought it was pretty incredible myself.” 

You step into the bath and lie back against his chest. 

“Still feeling a little dizzy sweetheart? That’s okay. We can take all the time we need to relax.” 

“Love you, Ted.” 

He presses a kiss against your shoulder blade. “I love you too.” 

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso imagine #ted lasso fic #Ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso smut #Ted lasso reader insert #smut #ted lasso fanfiction #led tasso

[thewulf]

Sunflowers and Second Chances || Darrel "Darry" Curtis

Summary: Request - Can you do a Darry x Winston sister reader? Maybe she's Dallas's twin or like a year younger and he's just super protective over her. I was thinking maybe the two of them show up for a bonfire at the park with some greasers and reader forgets her jacket. She's shivering by the fire and Darry (ever the gentleman) gives her his jacket.... Read Rest Here

A/N: Def went overboard but mannnn do i LOVE writing for The Outsiders. This will NEVERR be a dead fandom for as long as I am alive hahaha. please keep sending these my way! I'd love to try a Sodapop or even Ponyboy :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Darrel "Darry" Curtis x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k +

TW: General The Outsiders

It wasn’t that cold when you and Dallas left your shared apartment for the evening. After nagging and bothering you for what felt like hours Dallas had finally won, he was getting you to go to the annual start of summer bonfire. A tried-and-true greaser tradition. It wasn’t really your scene, most of the time. But at the mention that Darrel Curtis was going to be there you’d changed your tune rather quickly. Dallas knew of your little crush on the eldest Curtis brother. Because of course he did. He wasn’t dumb. Quite the opposite really. He caught your longing glances for Darry pretty early on. Your cute crush only got slightly concerning for Dally when he started noticing Darry throwing the same looks your way.

Dallas might’ve used Darry as the excuse to get you out of the house. See, Dallas had never taken school seriously, but you always have. He was worried you were spending far too much of your limited time studying or doing homework instead of being an actual teenager.

As you and Dallas strolled through the dimly lit streets toward the outskirts of town where the bonfire was blazing, you couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement that ripped through your body. Dallas, your favorite charismatic troublemaker, seemed to sense your nerves and threw an arm around your shoulder, giving you a rough but reassuring squeeze.

"So, kid sister, what's got you all wound up tonight, huh?" Dallas smirked. His eyes gleaming mischievously in the faint glow of the streetlights.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just looking forward to hanging out with the guys, I guess. Haven’t seen them in a while is all."

Dallas shot you a knowing look, his eyebrows raised in amusement. "Uh-huh, the guys sure thing. Are you sure it’s not one guy? Don't think I haven't noticed those puppy-dog eyes you've been throwing at Darry lately." He had a habit of calling you out on your bullshit, even if it made you uncomfortable.

Your cheeks flushed at that comment. You stuttered in protest, but Dallas just laughed, his voice rumbling with amusement. "Relax, kid, ain't no crime in having a crush. But who knows, maybe tonight's the night you finally make a move." He winked knowing that was a load of crap. You’d never make a move on Darry, wouldn’t even dream of it. In his eyes you were Dallas’ baby sister. He could never see you like that.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that bubbled in your chest at the mere thought of it. Darrel Curtis was everything you found attractive in a man - strong, dependable, and with a heart of gold hidden beneath his tough exterior. The idea that he might feel even a fraction of what you felt for him sent your pulse racing. But you knew better, knew better than to get your hopes up.

The two of you approached the bonfire, the familiar sight of your friends greeted you. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and the sound of laughter, with the occasional burst of music from someone's battered radio. It felt like home. You and Dallas had finally found it after years of moving and running.

Dallas led you through the throngs of people, his boisterous laughter mingling with the chatter of the others. Until you finally caught sight of Darry standing by himself next to the fire. His gaze was fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart skip a few beats. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling acutely aware of every movement, every breath. Dallas nudged you playfully with his elbow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he gave you a not-so-subtle wink before sauntering off to join the other greasers.

Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you squared your shoulders and made your way over to where Darry stood, his eyes never leaving yours. And as you drew closer, the crackle of the fire seemed to fade away, leaving only the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears, “Hi.” You smiled up at him once you got within ear shot.

He smiled right back at you. His annoyed face melted away once you got close. “Didn’t think we’d see you tonight. What a treat.” He smirked loving the little game the two of you shared when it was just the two of you. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he had developed a not so innocent crush on you. Dallas Winston’s little sister. Probably the worst girl to have a crush on. But how could he not? You stepped up and helped him in ways he could’ve never imagined after his parents passed. You pulled Pony and Soda along right with you instead of letting them drown in grief. You were an angel. His angel.

Despite the lively atmosphere, you couldn’t shake off the chill that seeped into your bones. You cursed yourself for forgetting your jacket, but with the comforting heat of the fire so close, you hadn't noticed the cold until now. Darry glanced down at you once you were standing next to him, sensing your discomfort. "Are ya’ cold, Y/N?"

You nodded, teeth chattering slightly. "Yeah, just a bit."

Without a word, Darry shrugged off the leather jacket he had on. "Here," he said, draping it over your shoulders. "You shouldn't be freezing out here." While it fit him it was about three sizes too large for you. Not that you minded.

You blinked in surprise as Darry's jacket enveloped you, radiating warmth and carrying his distinct scent. Grateful, you offered him a small smile. "Thanks, Darry."

He nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Anytime, Y/N. Don't want you catching a cold."

As the night wore on, you huddled closer to the fire, Darry's jacket shielding you from the biting cold. Despite the flames eventually dying down and the group dispersing, the memory of Darry's protective gesture lingered, a comforting presence in the darkness of the night.

In the dim light, you caught Darry's eye and offered him a silent expression of gratitude. He returned it with a nod, silently promising to always look out for you. Feeling a warmth not just from the jacket but also from his concern, you find yourself drawn to him. "Thanks again, Darry. Dallas rushed me out of the apartment. You know I’m not usually so forgetful." you say softly, your voice carrying a hint of flirtation you can't quite suppress.

Darry's lips quirk up in a half-smile, his eyes holding a glint of amusement. "No problem, Y/N," he replies, his voice low and gravelly. "I’m sure it’s not easy being Dally’s sister."

You chuckle at his teasing tone, enjoying the banter that flowed so effortless between the two of you. "You could say that again. Guess I owe you one though," you say playfully, nudging him with your elbow.

Darry's smile widens, and he leans in a little closer, the warmth of his presence sending a shiver down your spine for an entirely different reason. "Oh, I'll be sure to collect on that debt," he murmurs, his gaze intense yet tender.

Your heart nearly stops at his words, and you find yourself blushing despite the chill in the air. Maybe forgetting your jacket wasn't such a bad thing after all.

Just as you're about to respond to Darry's playful banter, a familiar voice interrupted you from behind. "Well, well, what do we have here? Little sis all blushy-cheeked and heart eyes on our very own Darrel Curtis?" Dallas's voice carries a teasing edge, his smirk evident even in the dim light. He knew how much you not so secretly liked the oldest Curtis brother. You may not have said anything to him, but it was evident in the way you looked at him. Dallas knew eyes couldn’t hide much. That’s how he also knew the oldest Curtis brother felt the same about you. So, he did what any older brother would do, tease the shit out of the both of you.

You turn to see Dallas walking over, his usual cocky demeanor in full force. But something about the way he looks at you, a mixture of amusement and something else you can't quite place, makes you more nervous than ever. Darry stiffens slightly beside you, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. His jaw clenches, and you notice a subtle tension in his shoulders.

"Easy there, Darry," Dallas continues, his grin widening. "I'm just messing with my kid sister. No need to get all uptight Curtis." He had a full-on grin now not realizing the damage he was causing between the blooming relationship that had yet to begin.

You shoot Dallas a playful glare, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Ignore him, Darry. He's just being annoying, as usual." You turned back to the man standing beside you, closer than you remember from just moments ago.

But Darry's gaze remains fixed on Dallas, a silent warning in his eyes. "Nothing’s happened Dallas.” The joyful tone in his voice from moments ago had vanished sending you into a minor panic as the two most important men in your life stood there staring at each other.

Dallas raises his hands in mock surrender, his smirk faltering ever so slightly. "Alright, alright, no need to get all serious," he says, taking a step back. "I'll leave you two alone. Doing whatever you were doing.”

As Dallas walks away, you feel a pang of disappointment wash over you knowing that something was suddenly amiss. You glance at Darry, hoping to see his usual warmth and playfulness, but instead, you find him distant, his gaze fixed on the ground. He was thinking and thinking hard at that.

"Hey, everything okay?" you ask, reaching out to touch his arm.

When he pulled away from you sharply you tried to hide the disappointment evident in your gaze on him. Darry looks up, his expression guarded. "I’m sorry. I just... I can't do this. Not with Dallas being your brother," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart sank as Darry's words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more between the two of you. But now, faced with his rejection, you felt a wave of embarrassment and hurt wash over you. You tried to hide the sting of tears threatening to spill from your eyes, forcing a weak smile as you withdrew his jacket from your shoulders. "I understand," you replied softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the ache in your chest. "It's okay, Darry. I-I didn't mean to make things awkward." You handed him the too big leather jacket back. You didn’t miss the disappointed look in his eyes as he took it back from you.

But before Darry could respond, you turned on your heel and began to walk away, the weight of his rejection heavy on your shoulders. You could feel the eyes of the other greasers on you as you made your way through the crowd, their whispers echoing in your ears like a cruel reminder of your own vulnerability.  You were halfway down the street when you felt a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. Startled, you turned to find Dallas standing there, his expression unusually serious. "Y/N, wait," he said, his voice soft yet urgent. "What happened back there?"

You tried to brush off his concern, plastering on a fake smile. "It's nothing, Dallas. Just a misunderstanding, that's all."

But Dallas wasn't buying it, his gaze piercing through your facade. "Bullshit," he said bluntly. "I saw the way Darry was looking at you. And I saw the way you looked at him." He grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes once again, unable to hold them back any longer. The floodgates opened, and all the pent-up emotions came pouring out, overwhelming you with their intensity. Dallas's grip on your arm softened, his expression shifting from skepticism to concern as he watched the tears stream down your cheeks.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked gently, his voice laced with worry. “What happened?"

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself enough to speak. "It's Darry," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "He doesn’t want me because... because he's worried about what you'll think or something."

Dallas's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You swallowed hard, mustering the courage to explain. "I don’t know. It was fine then it wasn’t," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "You were teasing us, and he... he thinks you don't approve. I don’t know Dallas he didn’t give me a reason. Just said he couldn’t do it."

Dallas's eyes widened in realization, a mixture of guilt and frustration flashing across his features. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was just messing around, you know?"

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for Dallas's distress. "I know, Dallas," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "But sometimes things don't turn out the way we expect them to."

Dallas's shoulders sagged as he let out a heavy sigh, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by an air of vulnerability. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he said sincerely, his voice thick with remorse. "I never meant to hurt you or Darry. You know that, right?"

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat as you fought to hold back the tears threatening to keep spilling from your eyes. "I know, Dal," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Without hesitation, Dallas pulled you into a comforting brotherly hug, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You felt a sense of warmth and security wash over you, knowing that no matter what happened, you had Dallas by your side, always ready to support you through thick and thin.As you leaned into his embrace, Dallas's protective instincts kicked in, his mind buzzing with thoughts of how to fix the situation. But before he could voice his intentions, you pulled away slightly, a pleading look in your eyes.

"Dallas, please," you said softly, your voice tinged with embarrassment. "Don't do anything rash. I don't want things to get any more complicated than they already are."

Dallas's expression softened as he registered your plea, his gaze filled with concern. "I just can't stand the thought of Darry hurting you like this," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "He's being so damn thick-headed, and it makes me want to sock him one right in the jaw."

You shook your head, a firmness in your voice. "No, Dallas, no fighting with your brothers," you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll figure this out without anyone throwing punches. Let's just leave it be for now, okay? I don't want anything to happen when everyone is emotional."

Dallas hesitated, his jaw tense with the effort of restraining himself. But as he looked into your eyes, seeing the conviction in them, he relented. "Alright, Y/N," he conceded, his voice quieter now, but still edged with frustration. "We'll do it your way. But I swear, if he keeps hurting you, I won't be able to hold back."

You gave him a grateful smile, appreciating his loyalty but relieved that he agreed to your terms. "Thank you, Dallas," you said, reaching out to squeeze his hand. "For respecting my wishes."

Dallas nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Always, kid," he replied, his voice softening with affection. "Now, let's go inside and take a breather. We'll figure out our next move when we're all thinking straight."

As you followed Dallas into the apartment, a sense of relief washed over you, grateful for his support and understanding. Exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders, and you couldn't fight the urge to collapse onto the couch, the events of the evening catching up with you all at once.

Dallas lingered nearby for a moment, watching over you with a protective gaze. He hesitated, torn between staying by your side and his burning desire to confront Darry. Eventually, with a heavy sigh, he made his decision.

Quietly, Dallas slipped out of the apartment once you were fast asleep on the couch, leaving you to rest, and made his way towards the Curtis house. Determination fueled his steps as he navigated the dimly lit streets, his mind focused on one goal: to talk some sense into Darry.

When he finally reached the Curtis house, he didn't bother with niceties. Instead, he pounded on the door with a forceful urgency, his knuckles rapping against the wood in a demanding rhythm. Soda was the one to answer the door, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he took in Dallas's agitated demeanor. "Dallas? What's going on, man?"

But Dallas didn't waste any time with explanations. Without a word, he brushed past Soda, his eyes scanning the living room in search of Darry. He didn't care about being polite or waiting for an invitation. All he cared about was finding the one who made his sister cry. Soda called after him, his voice tinged with confusion and concern, but Dallas paid him no mind. His focus was singular, his determination unwavering as he sought out Darry, ready to have a long-overdue conversation that would hopefully set things right.

Dallas's footsteps echoed loudly as he made his way towards the backyard, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and concern. He found Darry leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, while Ponyboy sat nearby, a troubled expression on his face. Without preamble, Dallas stormed over to Darry, his eyes blazing with intensity. "What the hell is wrong with you, Darry?" he demanded, his voice thick with emotion. "You made my sister cry, and for what? Because you're too damn stubborn to see what's right in front of you?"

Darry looked up, startled by Dallas's sudden outburst. "Dallas, what are you talking about?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone.

Ponyboy, sensing the tension in the air, glanced nervously between his older brother and what felt like his second one. "Guys, what's going on?" he asked tentatively, his brow furrowing with concern.

"What's going on is that Darry's being a complete idiot," Dallas snapped, his frustration boiling over. "He's too blind to see that Y/N cares about him, and he's pushing her away because of it."

Darry's expression softened, his defenses crumbling under Dallas's relentless barrage. "Dallas, it's not that simple," he protested weakly, but Dallas wasn't having any of it.

"Not that simple?" Dallas echoed incredulously, his voice rising with every word. "You think you're doing her a favor by pushing her away? You're just hurting her, Darry. And you're too damn stubborn to see it."

Ponyboy watched the exchange in silence, his eyes darting between the two brothers with a mixture of concern and apprehension. He knew better than to intervene when Dallas was in one of his moods. Finally, Darry let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't mean to hurt her, Dallas," he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "I just... I don't know how to do this. I'm not good at this stuff."

Soda, who had been observing from the doorway, stepped forward with a smirk playing on his lips. "You got that right, Darry," he interjected, his tone teasing. "You're allergic to pretty girls."

Ponyboy couldn't help but chuckle at Soda's remark, a small smile breaking through the tension that hung in the air. Darry sighed, shaking his head at Soda's comment, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Thanks for the reminder, Soda," he said wryly, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "But I guess I'll just have to figure it out."

Dallas leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips as he listened to Ponyboy's words. "Yeah, she's got a heart of literal gold, man," he chimed in, nodding in agreement. "I've seen it. She's too kind for this world sometimes."

Ponyboy nodded fervently, his eyes reflecting admiration. "Absolutely. Remember that time when she stood up for Johnny when those guys were picking on him? She didn't even hesitate. Just marched right over there and gave them a piece of her mind."

Soda grinned, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "And she's always nice to everyone, even those stuck-up Socs who don't deserve it," he added, his voice full of admiration.

Darry sighed, running a hand through his hair. He couldn't help but smile at his brothers' words, despite himself. "Yeah, she's something else, that's for sure," he mused, a hint of pride creeping into his tone. "But sometimes, I worry she's too good for her own good."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence for a moment before Soda broke it with a chuckle. "Well, Darry, you might just have to deal with it," he teased, nudging his brother playfully. "After all, love's got its own way of figuring things out."

Darry rolled his eyes but couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Yeah, you're right Soda," he conceded, his gaze drifting off into the distance as he thought about you. "I just hope I can keep up."

The brothers shared a knowing look, a silent understanding passing between them as they contemplated the impact you had made on their lives. Dallas leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "You know, Darry, you gotta give yourself some credit too," he said, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "She sees something in you, man. She wouldn't stick around if she didn't believe in you."

Darry shifted uncomfortably, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I know, Dallas, but... I've messed up so many times," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "I've let her down more times than I can count."

Ponyboy reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Darry's shoulder. "Hey, we all make mistakes," he said softly, his eyes filled with empathy. "But what matters is how you learn from them."

Soda nodded in agreement, his expression serious. "You gotta show her, Darry," he chimed in, his voice firm. "You gotta show her that you're willing to do whatever it takes to make things right."

Darry sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know," he muttered, his voice heavy with guilt. "I just... I don't know if I'm capable of being the person she deserves."

Dallas shook his head, his eyes locking with Darry's. "You are, man," he insisted, his tone unwavering. "But you gotta start believing it yourself. You gotta start believing that you're worthy of her love."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as Darry let Dallas' words sink in. And as he sat there, surrounded by his brothers, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring deep within him. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make things right with you. Maybe there was still a chance for them after all.

Dallas let out a gruff laugh, a hint of his usual tough demeanor creeping back into his expression. "Alright, enough of this mushy crap," he declared, straightening up and running a hand through his hair. "I swear to God, if this gets back to her or you say some soft shit, I'll kick all your asses."

Ponyboy chuckled nervously, shooting a glance at Soda and Darry. "Got it, Dallas," he replied, trying to suppress a grin.

Soda raised his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, no worries, man," he said with a smirk. "Our lips are sealed."

Darry nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, Dallas," he said sincerely, his eyes reflecting gratitude.

Dallas gave them all a nod before pushing himself off the wall. "Alright, I’m out out of here before I start feeling like I need to hug it out or something," he quipped, striding towards the door with his usual gate. He hoped you had stayed sleeping on the couch as he made his way back to your shared apartment.

The next day, Darry found himself restless, pacing back and forth in his room as he wrestled with his overwhelming sense of guilt. Every step he took felt heavy, burdened by the weight of regret that had settled like a stone in his chest. He knew he had hurt you deeply, and the thought churned his stomach with unease. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, Darry couldn't shake off the nervous fluttering in his chest as he clutched the bouquet of flowers tightly in his hand.

Darry found himself seized by a sudden determination to make things right with you. He knew that a simple apology wouldn't be enough – he needed to show her just how much she meant to him. And that's when he remembered the little details about her that he cherished.

With a sense of purpose driving him forward, Darry made his way to a nearby flower shop. The bustling streets seemed to blur around him as he searched for the perfect bouquet, his mind focused solely on one thing: your beautiful smile that brightened his day. He rifled through the colorful array of blooms, his heart racing with anticipation as he sought out the flowers that would convey his heartfelt apology and adoration.

And then, amidst the vibrant sea of petals, he found them – sunflowers. They stood tall and proud, their golden faces turned towards the sun, just like Y/N's radiant spirit. Darry's heart swelled with certainty as he reached out to carefully select the most beautiful blooms, knowing that they would bring a ray of sunshine to your day.

But as he stood at the checkout counter, a sudden doubt crept into his mind. How did he know that sunflowers were her favorite? Had she ever mentioned it to him before, in passing? Or was it just a gut feeling, a subconscious knowledge born from the countless hours they had spent together? For a moment, Darry hesitated, his brow furrowing in uncertainty. But then he remembered the way your eyes had lit up the last time you had passed a house that was growing them, how you had exclaimed with delight at the sight. And in that moment, he knew – sunflowers were your favorite, and he was determined to make sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

As he made his way to your apartment, each footfall echoed with the rhythm of his racing heart. The short journey felt like an eternity, his mind filled with worry and doubt. What if you were still upset with him? What if you didn't want to see him? The uncertainty gnawed at him, threatening to consume him with fear. He couldn't bear the thought of facing your disappointment, knowing that he was the cause of your pain.

With trembling hands, Darry finally reached your doorstep. He took a moment to steady his nerves, drawing in a deep breath to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. But no amount of preparation could ease the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest as he raised his hand to knock on the door. Each rap of his knuckles felt like a thunderclap, reverberating through the silence of the neighborhood, and echoing the tumultuous turmoil in his own heart.

For a fleeting moment, Darry hesitated, his hand hovering uncertainly in the air. He couldn't help but worry that you would be furious with him, that you would turn him away without a second thought. The thought made his pulse quicken with apprehension, his palms growing slick with sweat as he grappled with his fear of rejection. But deep down, he knew he couldn't let his fear hold him back. He had to face you, to confront the consequences of his actions and make amends for the pain he had caused. With a silent prayer on his lips, Darry squared his shoulders and knocked once more, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead.

As the door swung open, revealing your surprised expression, Darry felt his heart almost stop. He could see the shock flicker across your features as you took in the sight of him standing there, a bouquet of sunflowers clutched tightly in his hand. But then, to his relief, your expression softened, your eyes lighting up with warmth and affection.

"Darry?" Your voice was soft, filled with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

Darry swallowed hard. His throat suddenly dry. He extended the bouquet towards her, his hand trembling ever so slightly. "For you," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

A smile spread across your face, brightening his mood with its warmth. "These are my favorite! How did you know?" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with delight as you reached out to accept the flowers. You pushed the door open letting him in as your searched for a vase for your sunflowers.

Darry felt a weightlifting off his shoulders at your reaction, a sense of relief flooding through him. Maybe he hadn't completely messed things up after all. "Just a lucky guess," he replied with a shy grin, though deep down, he knew it was more than just luck. He had been paying attention, learning the little things that made you happy, and he was determined to make it up to her.

Darry watched as your smile grew wider, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness seeing you so pleased with the flowers. "I'm glad you like them," he said, his voice soft with sincerity.

You wrapped your arms around him in a spontaneous hug, and Darry felt his heart swell with warmth at the gesture. "Thank you, Darry," you whispered, your voice filled with genuine gratitude.

The embrace felt like a balm to Darry's soul, soothing the lingering doubts and fears that had plagued him since last night. But as he held you close, he knew there was still something he needed to address, something he couldn't ignore any longer.

"I need to apologize, Y/N," Darry began, his voice tinged with regret. "I was a jerk last night at the bonfire. I shouldn't have dismissed you like that."

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a furrowed brow. "Darry, it's okay," you reassured him, though there was a hint of hurt in your eyes.

But Darry shook his head, his gaze earnest. "No, it's not okay," he insisted, his voice firm. "You deserved better than that, and I'm sorry for treating you like you didn't matter."

Your expression softened as you listened to Darry's heartfelt apology, and a sense of understanding washed over you. "I forgive you, Darry," you replied, reaching out to gently caress his cheek. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

Darry felt a wave of relief wash over him at your forgiveness, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to make it up to you somehow, to show you just how much you meant to him. As he looked into your eyes, he could see the depth of your care and affection reflected back at him, and it filled him with a sense of gratitude. He realized in that moment just how lucky he was to have you in his life.

A mischievous glint sparked in Darry's eyes as he felt a surge of confidence coursing through him. "You know, since we're both feeling so forgiving and all," he began, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, "how about I make it up to you by taking you on a proper date?"

Your eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, a smile spreading across your face. "A date?" you echoed, a hint of excitement in your voice.

Darry nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah, a date," he confirmed, his tone filled with determination. "How about we go to that fancy restaurant downtown? The one with the candlelit tables and that amazing carbonara dish you love. I know it's your favorite."

A delighted laugh bubbled up from your lips at his suggestion, and Darry felt a surge of pride knowing that he had guessed right. "You remembered," you said, your voice filled with warmth.

Darry shrugged nonchalantly, though his heart swelled with satisfaction at your reaction. "Of course, I remembered," he replied with a wink, his flirtatious side coming out to play. "I pay attention to the important stuff. You're the important stuff."

And as you laughed and agreed to the date, Darry couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. Maybe this was the start of something new, something wonderful – a chance to show you just how much you meant to him, and to make up for his past mistakes with little moments like these.

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Hide & seek

141 + könig x gen z member

A/N: Readers goes by the code name Widow in my writing. Along with she/her pronounces. I am biased with König and Ghost but for this story, König and her are the main pair. The reader is Latina, I'll use Spanish more in the next story. I know 0% about the military, I'll do my research and try my best. Am not good at writing at all just saying.

Minors do not interact!

CWs: Dark Humor, Age gaps, simping, crude Humor, cursing, might forget some but if I do lmk. I can't spell right for the life of me, my bad. This is a long read sorry.

" This is going to be fun" ghost turns to his side where the giggling voice said. Looking at the shorter girl to his right. " what did ya do?" He asked in a serious matter-of-fact tone.

"Huh I didn't do anything..yet," you said pouting, the last part coming out as a whisper. Hoping he wouldn't hear, but he heard you.

Ghost frowned and said in a more worried full tone " Widow, you didn' burn some shit up again'. Right?"

You looked up and gasped offended by his comment. You almost burn down the entire kitchen ONCE!, while trying to cook. One time was enough to get you banned from touching the stove, and you now need a babysitter to make sure you don't do somethin' stupid😒.

Soap walked up behind you and said " His right, you know lass." Scaring the living shit out of you. Turning around whit a pale face and slightly shaking. You hit soap on his arm saying " don' ever do that to ME."

Soap laughed loudly amused at your terrified look. Ghost sighed and shook his head, telling soap to stop scaring you half to death.

Captain price's voice came booming into the room. He walked along with Gaz, Gaz waved to you and you did the same.

"all right now that everyone is here, I have two announcements. First, we have a new team member. He will be arriving in 10. And lastly, it was widows turn to choose a training exercise."

Widow smiled widely, ghost stared a hole at her head, as he looked down at her. Soap looked pale and as for gaz, he was trying to hold his laugh.

Ghost finally spoke, breaking the long dead silent " Kid..What.did.You.do?" His deep timber voice said in a commanding tone.

Slowly backing away from the tall masked man and talking slowly" I might have asked...to play hide and seek. An' captain agreed😅" as you said the last part as you ran to hide behind Gaz.

Soap was trying to hold ghost back from giving you a verbal beatdown. " big bro, hide me" you told gaz giggling. Everyone on squad 141 was your family, and gaz and soap always hit you like the big brother type.

Ghost broke free and soap put his hands up when you looked at him. " sorry, did all I could" he stated while smiling. Running away from the tall man you yelled at soap " YOU LYING BASTARD, YOU LET GO." Ghost closed in on you as you stared at the older men, looking side by side for an escape.

To everyone, this was a normal occurrence. The scene was like a parent scolding their child for their Wrongdoings. Funny but for the receiving party it was like looking into deaths door. I mean you had the ghost, death was the next right option.

Before ghost could scold Widow a *HUMVEE pulled up. The only thing on everyone's mind was ' Widow got lucky this time'.

Squad 141 all stood in a line waiting for the new addition to the team. Altho it just looked like gaz, soap, and Ghost were the only ones in the line. Widow looked so small compared to all of them that they practically hide her by accident.

Price looked straight ahead as a very tall figure came out of the HUMVEE (High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle.). He had to duck down as to not hit his head, once he was fully out it was like looking at a big, but like a Big bear.

Price extended his hand to shake them with the tall man, after some small talk price turned around to face the group. " Alright everyone, this is könig. He will be with us from now on." The captain said.

Everyone started to introduce themselves " your' pretty tall ain't ya. Am soap, let's get along" soap stated. " nice to meet you." Gaz said shaking könig's hand.

König walked to the next person in line which should have been Widow, but he couldn't see her and so he walked to ghost.

Price notice it and walked a little closer, after a little while he finally realized what happened. " Gaz, Ghost please step aside your hiding Widow," he said shaking his head while taking a cigar out.

Ghost and Gaz looked to their side and realized that they in fact hide the small woman from view. " sorry Widow." Gaz said "sorry, kid," ghost said. As they finally move aside. " hello, am Widow. It's nice to meet you könig." Widow said almost shyly.

Widow extended her hand and Shook his hand. König and Widow had off the bat one thing in common nervousness and social anxiety around new people.

But after some small talk, widow would warm up to you, after getting to know you of course. Lastly, it was ghost's turn. Ghost shook his hand and said, " welcome to the unit".

After some time price spoke up " alright everyone get in the HUMVEE, will be going to the training site." Berugently everyone got into the viechle, price explained to könig what was going on. To which the tall man asked " hide &seek?" he asked confusedly. Hearing his voice for the first time gave you chills, not scared chills but a thrilled chill that just set a fire in you.

Gaz said it was widows idea and to be prepared for hell. " When it comes to this Exercise, widow doesn't hold back" price stated. After a comfortable silence, they finally made it to the training site.

" Widow can you explain how we play hide and seek" price said still smoking his cigar. "Okey. The way we play hide and seek is like a manhunt. Everyone has 10 mins to get a paintball gun and find a spot. After the 10 mins are up, I will get into possession. You have an hour and a half to find me before I snipe you all down. The last still standing or the first to kill me wins."

You said happily this is in fact your favorite training exercise. Ghost hates it because it hurts like a motherfucker, soap doesn't like it cuz it's hard to get the paint off. And as for gaz he quite enjoys the exercise. Except when he gets hit on the back of the head.

" alright get your weapons boys, " captain price said. He asked könig if he wanted to participate to which the man nodded, in response.

After everyone was set in their positions, captain price said that they had an extra 5 minutes. Widow was still looking for just the right gun, and she found it. A 468 PTR BLACK KING BOLT ACTION DMR SNIPER PAINTBALL GUN.

After the 5 minutes, Widow was ready for the hunt. " you ready kid." Asked price. You gave him a smile with a thumbs up 👍🏼. " yeah, it's demon time finna hut some bitches".

Being small had its ups and downs, but in this situation, it was your biggest advantage. So many hiding places, after surveying your surroundings you found the best place to hide.

A big tree had fallen and since it was surrounded by bushes the roots were well-covered. After making sure that no one was there you gave the word. The hunt was on and the boys now had an hour and a half to hunt you down.

After what felt like forever ( ten minutes or so 🙄) you spotted your right prey. Soap was surveying the area with his gun and reporting back. He was doing a good job, every sound had him looking around and making sure that it wasn't you.

Staying still as humanly possible you Held your breath, the closer he got the more your trigger finger inched. The need to pull the trigger was strong, like an addiction. You needed to wait for the right moment, 20 feet, 15 feet, 10 feet, 5 feet. Perfect -BANG- the sound of hitting your target dead center in the chest.

It was heavenly, Almost euphoric. Hearing cuz in his native language was all the better. " Sleekit, Bastart." ( sneaky bastard) the Scots man said. Then he yelled hit.

Now that your spot was given out you had to move, slowly walking deeper into the forest where the vines grow long and in numbers.

After stopping and crouching at the smallest sounds in fear of getting killed you come to a stop. Right in front of you was quite a beautiful site, a willow tree with low-hanging branches.

Perfect for climbing and most of all hiding, an Eagles eye view. After making sure the boys hadn't been there or around it you climb the tree.

From your communication earpiece, price spoke " first kill soap, 3 remain." Looking Throw your scope, checking to see your, next victim. You spotted Gaz and Ghost doing a swipe, könig nowhere to be seen.

Gaz was the clearest target after he moved from his hiding place from behind a tree. " just a lil closer, come on" you said under your breath. Gaz moved slightly to the right and at that moment you pulled the trigger.

"Well look who's getting sniped at the back of the head." You chuckled, watching as the said man got hit. You wanted to stand up and scream " I like your cut g" so badly but couldn't.

"Damn it" Gaz said angrily throwing his hands up and yelling hit. As you went to find the masked skull man, you found that he was living up to his name. Man's become a real ghost and ghosted you as fast as you pulled the trigger.

Now könig and Ghost were the last men standing. After what felt like forever searching for the tall guys you heard a Crunch from under you. You Stiffened, Your heart was beating fast and loud in your chest and ears. Ghost was under you looking around trying to find you.

You always wondered how such a tall man could move so fast without making the slightest noises. You felt like you were being hunted by a vicious beast, hoping he wouldn't look up you slowly pulled out your gun. Stopping every time he moved, you aligned your gun at him, put your finger on the trigger.

Just as you were about to pull the trigger he looked up, dead eyes looking straight at you. Your heart stopped and you thought that for a second you soul left your body.

He moved to bring his gun up at you, that snaped you out of your dice. Pulling the trigger and hitting him on the shoulder, your breathing was heavy. You felt so out of breath that you might get dizzy.

Ghost stared at you for a moment. Looking at the terrified look you had, he shoke his head and called out hit. " sorry for Scaring ya doll" he said to you.

Captain price called out again " 20 minutes left, last man standing is könig." He said.

You were still thinking that if this was a real battle Ghost would have slattered you without a second thought. You where so in your thoughts that you didn't notice könig under you.

You where sitting with your back the tree. Looking straigh ahead, only snaping out of it when you felt something on your leg.

Wide-eyed you looked straight into königs hooded eyes, before you could even grab your snipe. You were heading straight to the ground, landing back first. That shit hurt like a bitch.

König stood over you pulling his gun out, quickly getting on your feet. Slightly whining from the pain in your right foot.

You ran with your hand gun in hand, looking for a place to hide. But sadly the hope was short lived.

You looked behind you to see königs arm streched out a second later you where caught and on the ground.

The mountain of man Sat on top of you, Pining your arms above your head with his big hand. You tried to wiggle out but the more you struggle the tighter his while became.

He pulled his gun out and shot you in the stomach. You whined, the sound almost coming off erotic. Getting shot by a paintball close-range hurt like a motherfuckering bitch.

König let go of your hands and got off of you. With teary eyes and shaking hand, you pressed your earpiece " Am hit" you Stated.

Everyone back at the entrance was expecting you to loudly yell " I win ya old bitches. Kiss my ass " like you usually would. But instead, you called to admit your defeat.

You sounded out of breath and in pain. They waited for you and könig to come out.

König extended his hand out to you, you took it with a shaky smile. You stood up and König let go of your hand. The warmth of his hand on yours was immediately missed. König turned around to walk off, you took a step forward and began to fall. König turned around just in time to stop your face and the ground from having a meeting.

" Are you okay, Maus" (mouse) he asked. His voice was low and worried, it sounded like honey. You were starting to get addicted to his voice, only after meeting him hours ago.

You shook your head negatively, " I think I Sprain my ankle" you told him. "sorry" könig said. You told him that it was okay and that you had fun. You really did.

He said sorry again and He picked you up, carried you bridle-style. Your face was 50 shades of red, you felt like you could explode at any moment.

As he carried you, you sank deeper into his arms feeling his warm embrace comforting. Tho it was making you sleepy. As you came to the entrance ghost was the first to speak. "Widow, you okay?" Ghost asked looking at you in the tall man's arms.

You smiled and told him " yup, am Gucci. Just fucked up my ankle while running." You told the older man, while he stared daggers into poor könig. To which König nodded his head in agreement.

Ghost looked at you again and asked " ya sleepy?". Almost Immediately you responded with a yes. Everyone chuckled it was so like you to get sleepy when you finished a mission or any work. " yup totally Widow" was going around everyone's mind.

It was lights out immediately, "am gonna take a lil nap, night every...one " and just like that you fell asleep in königs arms.

Ghost looked at könig and told him "sorry mate, ya gonna have to carry her until we get to the base. She would kill ya if ya wake her up. In her word, she turns into an angry Grimling." Ghost walked off to the HUMVEE.

Soap patted the tall Man's back giving him a thumbs up " good luck" and off he was. Gaz only shook his head and told könig "come on, I'll get the door for ya".

König sat in the HUMVEE with an asleep Widow in his arms, she was holding him like a koala. As König looked down at her, he thought to himself " This isn't so bad." The tall man smiled under his hood, it was like heaven having her in his arms. And 141 was a nice addition to the whole deal.

"Sweet dreams, my little maus" könig whispered to the sleeping woman. Squad 141 was about to get interesting. A hyper Widow and the silent man könig, wonder how it all will turn out.

Ight am going back to hibernating until I wake up again. Peace out everyone 🫥✌🏽

#könig cod #könig x reader #cod x reader #gen z shit #ghost call of duty #soap mctavish #gaz cod #cod price #long post #Widow🕷

[misskingshit]

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 summary: The love that the two of you have for each other is immense, but the problems exceed it in size. note: I watched the two seasons of OBX and the truth is that I love it, I'm a little worried about the fact that instead of sending Rafe to therapy they want to put a love interest on him, I hope they don't ruin it. I know that Rafe was not at the scene of John B's trial where he is sentenced and all, but let's pretend that he was. xoxo

"Is this a joke? Like, are we in hell or...?" Kiara started to say.

"I shouldn’t have come home," Sarah continues.

You were just silent, your best friend since childhood convicted of something he didn't do, quite the contrary, he is the victim.

But the worst part, without a doubt...

The boy you love being the culprit, the one who gets away with it, a murderer. Seeing him there, at Peterkin's funeral and now at the trial as if nothing had happened, serious, staring at you.

All of this just didn't make sense.

"They're going to kill him, guys. I know."

"JJ shut up" you looked at him, your dark circles revealing the fact that you hadn't slept well in weeks, your voice raspy and broken, the fact that you weren't well at all "please shut up".

"Could you please shut up" Kie begins to attack a group of men who came with Ward and... Rafe.

"Kie let's just go" you tried to convince her.

"No, of course you think that justice worked because it was made to protect you and people like you..."

She continued to shoot (truths) at Ward and even though you loved her for it, you wished with all your might that she would shut up and get out of there, you didn't want to have him in front of you right now.

"The pogue got what he deserved" you heard his voice for the first time all day, that beautiful voice that one day was your safe place, but now it's the place you feared the most.

"How can you say that?" it came out, you couldn't control it, your voice cuts off at a moment when you couldn't believe it "how? I don't understand it" you looked into his eyes, watery like yours. He couldn't resist seeing you like this, having you away.

"Babe, come home, we'll talk about this, we..." Rafe got closer and closer to you, but when he was about to reach you, a blonde hair stood between you two "stay away from her, dude" Jj blurted out hard.

"She won't come to your house murderer, because that's what you are, a murderer!" Kie did not hold back "It's not a coincidence that your sister and your girlfriend are sitting with us" your friend said for the last time.

The officers separated them and finally each group went their own way, but not before noticing Rafe's look on you, somewhat hurt and hateful on the blonde.

———

You didn't really know what to do, you just closed the cafeteria where you work, the sign clearly said closed and being the only one inside with most of the lights off, it was very strange for you to hear the doorbell ring at the entrance. Seeing him, you just wanted to run away.

"It's closed" you said looking down, intending to continue cleaning the table.

"I know" silence "I just..."

"You should go" you said emphatically.

"No, we should talk about this" you quickly turned your head towards him.

"Talk? What exactly do you want to talk about? Huh? How you ki..." Shit you couldn't even say it out loud. He was a murderer.

"I love you, nothing else matters, I love you and I want to have you with me, by my side, forever" little by little he came closer to you, for each step he took forward you took one back.

"Rafe, I'm scared" you started to cry "I'm scared of you, you... you killed Peterkin and you don't even seem to feel guilty about it" you cried even more "you tried to kill John B and something tells me that Sarah will be next" .

Rafe's face was suffering, he could kill without remorse...but that you are afraid of him, no, that broke his heart.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, I would never do anything to you, never, I couldn't" he whispered "I love you so much and I'm not willing to lose you" his voice breaks.

He approaches and this time you don't walk away "I love you too, Rafe, I love you with all that I am, but I can't, I can't, I shouldn't" his hands rest on your face wiping away your tears "this is not fair Rafe, why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to us?"

Silence, that's all you received from him.

"I love you Rafe, I probably always will, but I can't go through with this" you said with what little voice you had left.

You kissed him, one last kiss...

Or so you thought.

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ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sooo i’m sorry in advance for any mistakes.

#rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe fluff #rafe angst #rafe x y/n #rafe imagine #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx fic #obx3 #obx cast #rafe cameron x reader #pogues x reader #obx pogues

[marymary-diva17]

Hi, I don’t know if you’re familiar with Demon Slayer, but could you do a Neteyam x Shinobu Mate Reader. Years later after the War, their children are asking how they met and how he knew she was the one.There’s a scene in S1 where Shinobu saves Zenitsu from dying, she flies down from the sky like a butterfly and heals him momentarily until medics come. Could it possibly be a mini series where they fall in love with each other.

neteyam x reader

Well I haven't watched demon slayer but I can do, a reader with some healing abilities and abilities to bond with nature/animals. There might be some other changes as I planed to make a story like this.

A child had been left in the forest of pandora with no knowledge of her family or clan. she was completely alone on Pandora. This girl that had been found alone will soon on to go to do many great things, with her life.

y/n " huh" a child you had woken up in the middle of the forest of pandora confuses about everyone, as you could barely remember anything that had happened.

y/n " umm my head hurts" you are having a horrible headache as you had stand hoping to see, if you can find someone.

y/n " hello hello is anyone out there hello"

????? " dad I heard someone over here"

???? " wait son come back here" you had soon gotten spoked when you had seen a navi boy, coming running from the brushes he soon stopped when he saw you.

????? " hey you are a kid like me"

y/n " hello I'm y/n"

neteyam " well hello y/n I'm neteyam"

y/n " hello neteyam"

neteyam " why are you out here alone where your mom and dad"

y/n " I don't know I'm lost and I don't remember my mom or dad"

????? " neteyam where are you"

neteyam " over here dad and I found a girl"

Jake " huh oh you did find a girl ... hello little one who your name" Jake had looked down to see an avatar child standing near, him with many questions but he will ask them later.

y/n " y/n"

Jake " well hello there y/n do you know where your parents are"

y/n " no I woke up here all alone I don't know anything my head hurts" Jake soon nodded his head he could tell you are telling the truth, and felt bad for you being out here alone.

Jake " come on let's get you home"

neteyam " come on you can hold my hand and we can take you home with us"

y/n " umm okay" you had grabbed neteyam hand and soon walked away with him, Jake had smiled seeing the two children getting alone he had soon got them to human base.

norm " hey Jake and neteyam welcome back ... hey who the little one with you"

Jake " her name is y/n we found her alone in the forest, we brought her here to help her"

norm " hello y/n we can help you"

y/n " thank you"

max " well she does have some human DNA in her mixed with navi as well, she like your kids Jake"

Jake " wow"

neytiri " ma Jake I have come and brought my mother we came to see the girl"

Jake " she over there with neteyam"

neteyam " when my mom and grandmother get here they will be able to help as well"

y/n " oh okay"

neytiri " neteyam"

neteyam " mom you are here this is my new child y/n"

y/n " hello"

neytiri " hello little one I was told of your arrival and came to bring you some clothes to wear and help with your hair"

y/n " oh thank you"

mo'at " hello little one I'm mo'at I had been told you had been found here alone"

y/n " yes I don't know where my mom or dad are or even if I have one ... is that bad I can't remember"

mo'at " no little one it not bad let me look at you to see if you are not badly hurt"

y/n " oh okay" mo'at had smile that the girl while looking over here seeing nothing to worry about . She had looked in the girls eyes and felt something powerful in the girl.

mo'at " well it seems like you are okay my child the great mother was watching over you"

y/n " she very nice"

mo'at " yes she is"

neytiri " come on you can wear this it suits you perfect" neytiri had helped you dress and braided your hair.

norm " so what are you going to do with her"

neytiri " she can stay with us we will be her guardians, it seems already netyeam become her friend" the adults were looking at the kids as they were playing, soon them being joined by three more children who are lo'ak, kiri and spider.

max " okay that covers that but what about her family or anything else about her"

Jake " we will deal with that later right now let her be a kid"

mo'at " mother"

mo'at " I sense something great about that girl but I can't tell just yet"

present time

y/n " neteyam slow down"

neteyam " oh come on I'm not going that fast and I'm trying to help you become faster"

y/n " hey I'm fast runner"

neteyam " sure" the two teens were running in the forest having a god time, but unknown to their knowledge trouble was coming for them. They had stopped for a short break to caught their breath and speak with each other.

neteyam " come on we have to enjoy this time when we can, before my dad call for us we are back at home"

y/n " okay I'm coming"

neteyam " see that my girl now come on" the pair soon took off running again, but when neteyam had taken a step he and stepped onto a fragile branch and soon fall.

neteyam " ahh" neteyam ahd fallen all the way down as you had looked scared of what had happened to your friend.

y/n " neteyam" you had soon made you way down as fast and you can while be safe as well, you need to make sure you didn't get hurt as well.

neteyam "y/n"

y/n " neteyam are you okay where does it hurt"

neteyam " I'm fine are you okay you didn't get hurt in the fall"

y/n " no I'm good ... Neteyam you look hurt badly"

neteyam " yeah it feels like it ... ahh I can't move my arm and my leg hurts as well"

y/n " I will call Jake and stay with you to see what I can do" you soon tapped the ear piece on your head.

y/n " Jake Jake come in we have a problem to bad very bad"

Jake " clam down little one what the matter"

y/n " well I and neteyam were playing and we are on the branch when neteyam had stepped on one, it had snapped and he had fallen all the way down to the ground"

Jake " oh crap Neteyam are you okay"

neteyam " hey dad I feel like my arm might be broken and I don't know about my legs< and I'm in some pain as well"

Jake " okay kids stay there and don't move that much I'm going to need you both to stay clam and take control of the situation, as much as you can"

y/n and neteyam " yes sir"

Jake " I will try to come find you both don't worry" the call soon ended the two teen were now looking at each other, you were soon loose for some herbs to help neteyam.

y/n " okay this going to stink a bit but it will help with the cuts"

neteyam " okay I trust you" you had soon mashed up herbs onto neteyam cuts.

neteyam " yeah that stink but it helping"

y/n " I'm out and there nothing else to use that can help"

neteyam " calm down you did your best"

y/n " thank you" neteyam had smiled towards you as you soon started checking the rest of neteyam injuries to help him.

y/n " oh please great mother hear us and help us please" you were saying a pray for some help from the great mother you will take anytime of help from her. When some of the cuts and bruises on neteyam body had started healing, getting both teens attention.

neteyam " how did that happen"

y/n " I don't know it seems like you have healed a bit"

Neteyam " I want to say the great mother did that but it seems like you did that... but how"

y/n " I don't know" soon both kids had gotten spooked when they heard something moving towards them, they had thought it was Jake and the others but they were dead wrong then the footsteps were heavier. Soon enough a Thanator had shown it self looking at the pair as they sat there.

neteyam " oh no"

y/n " neteyam"

neteyam " it going to be okay I will make sure we both are okay" the creature is looking at the pair as they sat there it seems like, it was the end for them as the creature soon leap towards them. Neteyam embracing you into a hug hoping that will protect the both of them, from the impact, but when they felt nothing they soon open their eyes to see the Thanator looking at them.

neteyam " it not attack us anymore"

y/n " yes that is true" you had soon let go of neteyam and soon looked at him, as you were now looking the creatures in the eyes as it looked at you.

y/n " hello there friend"

neteyam " y/n no it could be a trap"

y/n " test me neteyam" you soon placed a hand on the creature's forehead, and it seem to be fine with it soon bowing it head towards you.

y/n " I think I made a new friend and found a way to get us home as well"

neteyam " okay I have heard and seen unknown stuff like this been done before so I'm in" you soon helped neteyam up and get him towards the Thanator who low it self down, for you and neteyam to get onto it back and soon the both of you took off towards the village.

neteyam " I don't wish to question the actions of eywa but what going on here"

y/n " I don't know but I will find out later just hold on" neteyam just nodded his head, as the two of you are racing through the forest of the back of the Thanator. The creatures soon stopped moving and soon got low again, you and neteyam saw the village was not that far away.

Jake " neteyam y/n" Jake had came running towards you and neteyam with some other adults, but they all stopped when they saw the two teens on the creature back. The Thanator soon glowed towards the group.

y/n " easy there buddy they are not your foes they are clan and family"

Jake " slowly get off both of you we don't wish to upset our guests"

neytiri " neteyam y/n" neytiri made her way toward the two teens soon helping neteyam down passing him to Jake and tsu'tey. Soon enough she had helped you down as well the Thanator soon looked at you.

y/n " thank you my friend I hope to see you again" the Thanator soon bowed once again and took off into the forest leaving everyone shocked, but the group soon took the two teens home and to the healer hut.

mo'at " y/n you have done a good job but it seems like there not that much injury as I thought"

neteyam " grandmother you should of been there y/n said a pray to the great mother and she placed her hands on my injuries, and it soon healed like that"

mo'at " what"

y/n " yes that had happened mo'at and I don't know then the Thanator came and help bring us home"

mo'at " well it seems like you are blessed once again by the great mother my child"

y/n " thank you"

Jake " well we can find out more about this later on right now you both need food and rest, it been a long day for you all"

neteyam and y/n " yes sir"

neytiri " here have some soup it will be good you two have had a good adventure today" The two teens had nodded their head as they were left alone in the healer hut to eat and rest, It had been a interesting day for the both of them but it had brought the pair closer as well. As there was more to come for them when they become older that will be testing them and everyone else as well.

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[larcenywrites]

Hii. Could you write headcanons for being in the lab with Tony (young!Tony and/or regular!Tony)? Like, keeping him company while he finishes a project so y'all can go to bed or something. And watching him in his element, talking nonsense to Jarvis, asking you to pass him a tool or to... asking him to explain what he's doing and seeing him go into full on science mode with sparkling eyes and whatnot and he's like super excited you're interested in his science stuff. And he kisses you to get his attention back if he notices your mind drifted in the middle of his rant (or if you just did something very well and he's like OMG LOOK AT MY GIRL DOING SCIENCE STUFF)

I think older Tony needs some love here! We’ve talked a lot about being with young Tony in his dad’s lab and doing homework with him and stuff, so let’s give our old man a chance to bore us x) I feel like I really railroaded this all over the place and got carried away but listen this is like the dream

Warnings: 18+ for kinda explicit sexual references

In the Lab With Him

💠It gets pretty lonely when all he does is hide away in his lab :( But that's his happy place- his safe space. Always dedicated to the cause and always addicted to doing more and doing it better! You can't drag him out so easily, so if you can't bring him to you, you'll have to go to him!

💠Not that Tony doesn't want and enjoy your company! But... it's not always the safest place 😥 and sometimes he escapes down here to be alone for a reason :( He might try to gently run you off the first few times you stick around a few minutes too long, but give him your best pout and tell him how much you miss him, with your hands on his biceps and legs bumping with his 🥺🥺🥺🥺 What's he gonna do? Say no?? He could never! It's not like you'll be down there all the time, so he'll probably make sure to leave the more finicky and flammable things for when you've gone to bed or something.

💠He definitely starts to appreciate the company! JARVIS can get pretty dry and sarcastic with him, and it gets pretty boring only getting help from DUM-E by his side. He's really not all that alone down here, huh? Or maybe it just proves your point that he's driving himself crazy down here...

💠And a good thing about finally being allowed in the lab is that you can actually make sure he's eating real food and drinking water down here 🤧 He can't hide all of those k-cups and go-go squeezes!

💠Bug the hell out of him! Ask questions! You may not understand most of it, but sometimes he sure does get excited! He's pointing out how things connect, and you get to see a little behind-the-scenes and inner workings of all the little moving parts in the suit! Ask nicely, and you might get to try on one of those helmets! Ask really nicely, and he might let you help him out a little! Usually it's just passing him tools or holding the flashlight! Don't worry, he won't yell at you if you jostle it.

💠If you ask really, really nicely, he might let you don one of those gauntlets and try your hand at shooting targets and most likely end up hitting the same spot on the wall he made a hole in the first time he ever tried this! Don't worry, he'll be holding onto you the whole time 🥰 But no matter how good you did or how nice you ask, you aren't going to get to try on the rest of the suit 😔

💠But there is something cute about it when he goes on a tangent, and his mind clicks behind his eyes when he finds a solution! Sometimes the biggest smile spreads across his cheeks, and even he looks amazed by the pixels and holograms floating around. Their blue glow reflects in his dark eyes, and his heart glows with them. He might kinda forget you're there and start thinking out loud, or stare off into space with the handle of a screwdriver smooshing at his lips. While he's searching all around the room for answers, sometimes he lands on you, looking over you as if you may be the solution to... something? You aren't even sure what he was looking for in the first place. But the more lost you look, the more cheek kisses you get when paces by 😘

💠Throw your own thoughts out to him when he's lost, even if it's something as simple as "hey, it looks like these could fit together." He'll either explain to you what they are and why they should not be 'fit together,' or you're a genius who gets lots of kisses! Sometimes you can connect a few things he rambles about and figure out how it works, and, after watching him for long enough, you do start to pick up on a few things. Take over a few times or ask if you can connect those wires this time, and he'll be a bit paranoid and watchful, but you seem to be having fun, and he is pretty proud seeing you start to pick up on what he's quite literally done his entire life! And it makes him feel a bit better knowing that you might could get by in an emergency. Maybe he should give you free rein more often, and teach you some new tricks!

💠There shouldn't be anything actually dangerous or hazardous that he lets you tinker with or help him with, but, just like him, you'll probably still get the occasional cut or burn 🤕 He'll feel super bad every time and might want to just jump the gun and keep you away again, or at least make you take a step back for a while. After some convincing, he'll calm down, but he'll still feel bad :/ he just feels like you got hurt because of him, which is like the whole thing he's supposed to prevent 😞 But for probably the first time ever, he gets to patch you up this time ❤️‍🩹

💠It's probably not all that shocking that you'll also end up having a lot of sex down there 😏 Whether you're sitting on top of his desk next to his computer or bent over a table and observing his work, eventually his hands will find their way to your hips. Sometimes, though, you have to be pretty careful. There's been a time or two when whatever he was working on ended up broken on the floor, or JARVIS has scared the life out of you both by suddenly announcing that he's finished running a diagnostic or asking Tony when he would like to start on something 😒 Well, suddenly could probably be put in quotations. JARVIS knows what he's doing!

💠Plus it's hard not to bother him when he always looks so hot in his element! Half the time he's in that slutty black tank top, with strong arms flexing and fingers so delicately twisting screwdrivers. Dark eyes are so stern and focused on whatever he's working on, and eerily similar to the commanding eyes that look down at you when you're on your knees 😏 And then his tongue pokes out in concentration and licks over his lips, and wouldn't he rather look at you like that instead?

💠He isn't blind to your ogling when he's wiping black grease from his fingers. In fact, he purposefully plays it up just for your amusement! He could just wipe his hands and be done with it, but no. He'll give you a show and twist a rag around each digit, and drag it up-and-down his middle and ring finger, familiarly pressed together. It wouldn't be the first time you've left the lab with a bit of a lingering taste of oil on your tongue 😌

💠You know, maybe you've been down here a little too long now, too, because the few Iron Man suits standing tall against the back wall are starting to look oddly... attractive? You and Tony have never been shy with experimenting in the bedroom, and there's something about the way he's flexing his fingers in that bulkier, shiny red handpiece that gives you more than a few ideas 👀 Pretend to ask questions about it and casually ask to touch, but as soon as you start brushing your fingers along the cool metal, and your hand seems so much smaller and fragile in his palm. He didn't exactly pick up on your true intentions, but now he has a few of his own 😈

💠He's mostly on his feet, but sometimes he's seated in an office chair or on a stool at the desk his monitors are sat on, editing code or a model, and usually this is the most boring part unless he lets you choose a color scheme or lets you come up with an acronym for whatever system he's programming over there. However, a lot of the time, he's far too focused and occasionally frustrated. So distracted, in fact, that he won't notice if you simply... slip beneath the desk and slide your hands between his legs 😏 You'll likely get a few warnings, but while his voice is stern, the hand in your hair isn't exactly pulling you away...

💠And while him removing his shirt can be arousing, all of that flies out of the window when he lifts his shirt and starts fiddling with the arc reactor! Let's be real, it's more than a little jarring to watch him take it out, as there's quite literally just a hole there 🤢 But that ghostly blue object is pretty interesting! While you may not want to hold that specific one (and it can't really be out of his chest for very long anyway), there are plenty of others lying around and fixed into those suits on the wall that you can hold and look at. It's the one thing you already know all about, but he always said his heart was in your hands. It's the closest you'll actually get to that 🥺

💠And speaking of ghostly blue glowy things, those blue 3D diagrams and holograms that can make this workspace into a whole new one is also very interesting! After watching him pluck and fling fake molecules and atoms around, you may be tempted to play around in his sandbox, too! It's pretty weird grabbing something realistic that's not actually there, and he'll even jump back a bit if you flick it his way 🤭

💠If you're bored out of your mind, talk to JARVIS when Tony's not using him! You probably already do that anyway, only now you can both gang up on him! JARVIS knows a lot of secrets and surprises after all, and while he's usually sworn to secrecy, he suddenly doesn't care much about that when he's telling you all about the one time you were out of town and he and DUM-E had a tea party, and about the "elongated silicone mold" that he's "not sure what good it did strapped to a suit." He just likes to make Tony squirm and make you laugh 😊 Wait- what did he do with that elongated silicone mold strapped to a suit while you were gone?

💠You can also get JARVIS to answer just about any question about why the chicken crossed the road, or have him replicate the solar system in the center of the room! Talk about a kiss under the stars! JARVIS can get a little curt with his creator at times, and his sarcastic comments can be very entertaining, but he’ll be a little more patient with you 😌 He might metaphorically roll his eyes if you ask him to divide by zero, though 😒 How original and profound of you 🙄

💠Poor DUM-E, always being yelled at :( Just as much as you have an attachment to JARVIS' AI, it's hard not to get attached to that one too! Stick up for the robotic arm that only sometimes breaks things and give it a little head(?) pat! Tony built it when he was 16, after all, so you know he has some sort of love and appreciation for the robot! It's fun watching them all interact, but remind DUM-E that Tony doesn't mean it when he says he'll turn him into a coat rack :(

💠It does make Tony feel a little guilty when you're over there hugging that sulking mechanical arm and cooing, or maybe he just feels bad because that's usually reserved for him >:(

💠When you're really bored, you might even get him to play catch with you, or spend your time teaching him how to paint or something! Fist bump his little grabby claw when he does a good job! Be nicer to his robot companion, and he'll spray you with the fire extinguisher first when things accidentally go awry :) Even if there wasn't even a fire 😅

💠Some days aren't so focused on his work, and he starts working on the project cars! You get to sit in the driver's seat and step on the gas pedal when he asks you to, or he might get you to put your smaller hands somewhere under those pipes to pull on something! But you might get bored at times on these days too. Sit in the back seat and he'll let you control the music that's always playing, or mess with him a little when he's underneath the hood and watch him hit his head if you're feeling a little devilish 😇 But if he's feeling just as devilish, you might end up back-first on that same hood... and you better not get even a scratch on it!

💠And some days are extremely busy. Full of paperwork and blueprints and half-redacted plans from god knows where that you're probably not supposed to see but it's probably fine! He's on the floor, surrounded with papers, and usually seated in the middle of his holographic sandbox of a mountainous landscape or fake missiles he occasionally tries to disarm. It's probably the most interesting thing to watch, yet he'll tend to put his foot down for once when he asks you to leave. While sometimes he doesn't mind you helping him plan escape routes for something you know nothing about, there are things that are obviously much more serious, like those fake missiles he keeps exploding, and he's trying his best not to freak the fuck out in front of you. Of all the fun you have with him in the safety of home, it's easy to forget the direness of his work.

💠And most days, you have to force him to wear those glasses he's supposed to be wearing when he's doing lots of eye-straining work, so pretty much every day. For someone who wears sunglasses at night and occasionally wears a fake black pair with JARVIS built into them, he sure acts like these drive him nuts! He's always pushing them up his nose, and is a bit obsessive in wiping the lenses of every fuzz and smudge. They probably don't bother him that much, but because you made him wear them, he's mad >:( and he's going to show you how awful they are >:( and his vision is slightly better... but it's different >:( But those translucent red frames are super cute sitting on his cheeks, and he always looks so wide-eyed and innocent with the way they curve with his brow and show off his puppy eyes 🥹 Sorry, Tony, doctor's orders and all 😌 Besides, he could never put a stop to something that gives him any extra attention 😉

💠So don't be afraid to smooch that sweet face 😘 It would be harder not to! Especially if he's run into a lot of problems and is getting frustrated. Get happy with him when he makes progress and kiss his cheek, or try to take his mind off of it by massaging at his biceps and gently kissing his shoulder ❤ Remind him that breaks exist and shut up any excuse with a quick kiss or drag him away. Make up a game to play in that 3D sandbox and think of solutions in a more fun and relaxed environment, or convince him to dance with you to his softer 80's playlist 😌

💠Sometimes he can be a bit silly all on his own, especially if he knows you're not paying attention anymore or bored out of your mind (but you just don’t like leaving him alone). He may just start doing a goofy little dance to make you laugh, or make whichever suit is nearby to do it for him! Or maybe he’ll just tackle you to the floor to wake you up instead

💠It may be easier to convince him back upstairs for bed after being with him all day. You're tired and want to go to sleep— with him 🥺 Wrap your arms around him or curl up in his lap and pout again. He can never say no! He may still end up back here before you wake up, but getting him in bed is better than napping in the backseat of one of the cars! Though you may be guilty of doing that with him a time or two… Oh! Don't forget to tell JARVIS and DUM-E goodnight, too :)

💠And sometimes he'll pull the "right after I do this" or "give me a few more minutes." If you aren't there to hold him to those words, he won't be in bed anytime soon. Occasionally, though, he does have a deadline, and occasionally he does like to procrastinate until the last minute, so as much as he really would like to go to bed, he really can't 😔 But maybe this time you can finally step in and help speed up the process! Even if you can't, at least stay up with him. You’ve come too far to go to bed lonely! Again. And he'll appreciate it too 😌 Besides, a tired Tony can easily become a reckless Tony, so maybe it's best you keep an eye on him? No last minute cuts or burns to clean, please! You already do that enough as it is 😮‍💨

💠If it’s been a few days since you stayed downstairs with him, or maybe even you’re out of town for a week or two, it'll somehow be even lonelier :( He often came down here to escape, but maybe it was just so he could feel shitty in private and you actually changed that :( and now even DUM-E doesn't want to work! And that's like the only thing he was programmed to do! You made work fun again! Playing with a holographic generator to make sure he doesn't pull the wrong wire first isn't as fun when you aren't there to snicker at the fake fire he starts (and a certain robotic assistant still tries to put it out), nor is it the same when that one song comes on. Maybe he'll make you your own helmet schemed with your favorite colors just because he misses you, and maybe because you just looked really good in his 😉

All the bonus gifs because I love him 🥰

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark headcanon #tony stark fic #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man fanfiction #iron man imagine #iron man drabble #tony stark drabble #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons #marvel fic

[donutwatches]

MHA 2.14 - Bizarre! Gran Torino Appears - part 1

This is my first time watching the show so no spoilers! 

Sir, you look like someone dropped their ketchup and mustard on the floor. Lemme get some fries. The sausage intestine is a great touch too. A+ theater. 

This is animated Yoda isn’t it? I want to see Deku run through a forest wearing this guy as a backpack like Luke Skywalker.  

All Might getting ROASTED out here. I love All Might, but a great teacher he is decidedly not. Let’s see what Mr. Mustard can do. 

So they have a whole little fight scene here but getting screenshots of action is hard, just a lot of blurry mess. 

Anyway, this is an interesting line. I have not thought about this angle before, but Mr. Mustard is so right. Deku spends so much time comparing himself to All Might, and not enough time focusing on his own strengths. 

Shig - Allergic to Hand Lotion - raki is a man child for real. He still has such basic motivation. He is the kid that likes to go around knocking over the other kids building blocks.

Is he...printing out pictures of Deku from from the news? Deku really has him that bothered, huh. I am starting to think Crusty needs some friends. 

Damn, tell him how you really feel. Stain is a supremely edgy villain. I like him for the early 2000′s emo rock vibes alone. And the fact that his face kind of looks like a turtle. 

I am sure the people getting murdered care a lot about the “conviction” of the a-hole killing them as they take their last gasping breaths. But okay. 

Comparing Chap-lips with Stain is a fun way to set up ways for him to grow. I am excited that the show is implying that Shigaraki is training his villainy the way Deku is training his heroism. It is a cool parallel in this episode. 

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#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime #gran torino #deku #izuku midoriya #Midoriya #Izuku #Shigaraki #stain #hero killer stain

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Wow, I missed posting last week. I'm a loser. Sorry. Truthfully I was not fully in it last week, or this week for that matter. But I wanted something posted and it's freaking confession time so I persevered and did it! Whoo! This chapter is a tad bit shorter and I have never, ever written a scene like this before so it was an experience. Hopefully my reading experience didn't make it suck as bad. I'm trying. I really am lmao. Enjoy!

Chapter 18:

The next morning, you said your goodbyes to Jill as she had to leave to finish her mission while you had to make your way back to the hotel you and Ada were sharing. You were sad to leave your friend once again, and you could only hope that life will be kinder to her. Maybe you will run into each other again at some point in the future.

Maybe once Umbrella was gone for good.

You were nervous to walk through the door of the room you shared with Ada. You wanted to tell her how you felt, but your doubt and insecurities were going to make it ten times harder to do.

You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the negative thoughts, before doing the secret knock you and Ada came up with early on, as she has the only key to the room.

You listened for movement from inside as the door abruptly opened and Ada stood in front of you with a deadpan look on her face.

“Y/n. How was your little sleepover?” She asked, tone nonchalant as she walked away, back facing you. You could tell from the way her shoulders have tensed that she was bothered by something.

“Uh, it was good. It was nice catching up with her after so long.” You said as you walked into the room, keeping your eyes on her as you shut and re-locked the door behind you.

Ada huffed as she sorted and packed her things in her duffle bag. “I'm glad you had fun. Start packing your things. We're heading out soon.” She aggressively shoved a dress into her bag.

You hesitated. “Are- are you okay?” 

“Fine.” Ada dismissed.

You hummed, watching her as she was still turned away from you. “You know, we talked about you last night.”

“Did you now?” Ada drawled, uninterested in whatever you and Jill talked about.

You took a slow, hesitant step forward. “Yeah. She brought something to my attention. Something about you.”

Ada paused before slowly turning to face you, arms crossed, hip jutted to her right. “What about me?” She asked, ready to defend herself as she assumed the worst.

You took a deep breath and another hesitant step forward. “She told me you were jealous.”

She raised a brow. “Jealous?”

“Mhmm. Jealous.”

“Jealous of what?”

“Of her. Jealous of the way we interacted with each other.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Right.”

You walked closer to her, now only a few feet apart. “You shouldn't be jealous of her. She's only a friend.” You said before she could speak.

“I'm your friend.” She snapped, arms still crossed as her frustration rose.

You can't help but smile, her feelings for you becoming more clear now that Jill had helped you open your eyes. “You are. And you know I can have more than one friend, right?”

Ada scoffed with an eye roll. “Uh huh.”

You decide to just tell her right now before she becomes more upset. “But… maybe me and you can be something more than just friends.”

Ada's face fell in shock, completely taken aback from the sudden turn in the conversation. “Y-you… I'm sorry. What?” 

Huh, she stuttered. It wasn’t often that you got Ada Wong to stutter.

You take a deep breath. “Look. I've never done this before so there is a good chance that I might embarass myself by saying this but, I like you, Ada. I really like you. And I think I have for a while now. I have always admired you. Even when we first met. The entire time we were in Raccoon City together I was trying to convince myself that I hated you, but I didn't. I don’t. I've always found it very hard to hate you.” You paused, looking down and away from Ada who just stared at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher. You quickly lost what courage you had started with when you couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. “But, um, if you don't feel the same way as I do then that's fine. Just figured I should let you… know.” You finished awkwardly.

From the corner of your eye you saw Ada take a slow step forward, as if she was afraid she would frighten you, before taking another more confident step. Then another, and another.

Once she was close enough, she reached her right hand down to take your chin in a gentle grasp with her pointer finger and thumb, carefully moving your head up to make eye contact with her.

She gave you a moment to allow you to pull away from her if you so choose, before her straight, unreadable, face broke into a warm, gentle smile that she has only ever shown to you.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” She asked, her warm smile and gentle grasp on your face still there as she patiently waited for your response.

You were dumbfounded, completely caught off guard, having not at all expected this outcome. Fully expecting to be denied. Not embraced.

Your cheeks flushed as you worked through the brain fuzz her touch caused, quickly nodding your consent. “Yes.”

Her smile widened before she slowly closed the space between the two of you. Her warm, glossed lips, connected with yours almost hesitantly in a slow, but affectionate kiss. Giving you time to get used to it. Used to her. She kept you in a weak hold in case you decided to pull away.

You responded to the hesitation by moving your arms around her to hug her waist, bringing her closer to you in encouragement. Wanting to show her you truly meant every word of your confession. 

You wanted to be more. You wanted to be with her.

She responded to the encouragement with eager, yet gentle, enthusiasm. The hand on your chin moved to be placed on the back of your head as her other hand came up to cup your cheek in her palm, urging you to be closer to her.

The kiss was pure bliss and felt like it lasted for hours, but in actuality it only lasted a few short minutes before you had to pull away. You both gasped for the air that you neglected during the moment you had both waited years for and thought would never happen. Ada looked at you with pure joy and admiration in her eyes that you returned, before she pulled you forward once more for a quick peck on the lips.

“So, that's what you and Jill talked about? Us?” Ada asked after a few moments, your face still held in her hands.

You nodded. “She helped me realize that you might feel the same way I do.”

Ada hummed as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against yours. “I might have to thank her whenever I see her again. She was right. I do like you. In fact, I might even go as far as to say that I love you, Y/n.”

You smiled wide as you laughed, face flushed with pure joy as you pulled your head back slightly to face her properly. “You just had to one up my confession, didn't you.” You teased her.

Ada shrugged with a grin. “I mean, you get full points for admitting it first and getting the ball rolling. But I didn't think you would admit your full feelings for me if I didn't do it first.”

Leave it to Ada to notice that you avoided the L-word for the word like. She was right. You didn't say it first because you didn't want to scare her off for good.

“You're right.” You admitted.

“As usual.” Ada teased, still hugging you close.

“Shut up and let me confess.” You playfully shoved her shoulder, before taking another breath. “I love you too, Ada.”

Her teasing smile softened as she pulled you in for another slow kiss, before pulling away and placing a short peck to your head.

“I’m glad you admitted it first. I had convinced myself you didn’t feel the same way and that it would never happen. Was just going to continue living in the friend zone for the rest of my life.” Ada said as you two separated, her dragging you to sit beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Funny. I was the same way. When Jill first brought it to my attention, I didn’t believe her.” You said as you grabbed her hand in yours.

Ada seemed surprised by your statement. “Why not? You’re smart, hilarious, and kind. Not to mention gorgeous. But I see you for more than just your looks. You’re the first person I’ve met in a while to accept me for me. You don’t try to change every part of who I am. You understand that not everything in this life is simply just black and white. You actually take the time to understand my thoughts and opinions in situations where we disagree.”

“You do the same. Like what happened with the files and Jill.” You pointed out.

She nodded, squeezing your hand. “The point is, you taking the time to have those conversations just proves that you care. That I’m not just a pretty face to you. That I actually mean something to someone. Something to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that. So, I love you, Y/n. I mean it.”

You nearly wanted to tear up from her words. The honesty and vulnerability she was showing you right now was something you never thought either of you would have with one another. The fact that she was comfortable enough with you to tell you this made your heart hurt in the best way. 

Instead of crying, you smiled, pulling her into an embrace that made you want to hold on tight and never let go. Ada immediately returned your embrace and held you with the same amount of strength that you held her in. Usually you could only stand hugs with people for a short amount of time. But with her, you would happily stay in her arms forever if she wanted you to. 

“And I love you, Ada.”

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #jill valentine #leon kennedy #raccoon city #claire redfield

[irismoon94]

yours alone

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Chapter One: All You Have is Your Fire

Summary: "Things had been going… surprisingly well in the weeks following the night of Lisa’s party.

Still sat against the entry hall wall, your ruined underwear still in his back pocket, the two of you finally talked through the issues in your relationship as roommates and figured out the necessary compromises you both needed in order to coexist together in a way that wouldn’t end up with one of you behind bars for battery. It’s funny what a little open communication can do for people looking for mutual respect and understanding.

Well, the sex certainly helped too."

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI! rough sex, penetration, explicit language, biting, choking, pet names, role reversal, feelings realization, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, praise, vaginal fingering, spit as lube, drug and alcohol use, .

A/N: alright so this obviously took longer to update than I planned, but here's chapter one of Part Three as promised! I really am sorry it took so long, but I promise it'll have been worth the wait and so will be the ending!! I hope this smut is enought to make up for it 🙈

(if anyone would like the link to the video that inspired the scene, send me a DM, I'd be happy to share)

Un-beta'd as usual, feel free to message me any typos or tags I might gave missed, and enjoy!!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three Chap. Two coming soon

Masterlist of my other works

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Things had been going… surprisingly well in the weeks following the night of Lisa’s party.

Still sat against the entry hall wall, your ruined underwear still in his back pocket, the two of you finally talked through the issues in your relationship as roommates and figured out the necessary compromises you both needed in order to coexist together in a way that wouldn’t end up with one of you behind bars for battery. It’s funny what a little open communication can do for people looking for mutual respect and understanding.

Well, the sex certainly helped too.

Between jobs, school, and the separate social lives, you found yourselves increasingly drawn to one another whenever you were both home at the same time. Meals were shared and you even started to hangout in some of your available free time which, not that you’d ever admit it, had grown in favor of spending it with him over other activities. Most of these occurrences would start out innocent for the most part, but inevitably something would pass between the two of you and someone would say something offhand, and the banter would begin, tension growing higher and higher until you were tearing at each other’s clothes and end with you in a pile of sweaty limbs, bruises and bitemarks covering your bodies. 

The dynamic had shifted, that much was plain to you, but part of you wondered how much and what that might exactly mean.

Whatever it meant, you weren’t about to risk losing it. 

At least for now.

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Two months later 

It was nearly midnight when you finally got back from a group study session that had run far later than you’d intended, and you were only half surprised to find Eddie camped out in the living room with his acoustic guitar in his lap, picking out a soft song on its strings, a look of concentration fixed upon his face. His brows were knit together tightly as he closely monitored his finger placement, with his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, hyper focused on whatever song he was working on learning at the moment. You bit your lips into your mouth to hide the smile that formed, the frankly adorable and entertaining look of concentration on his face a welcome sight after spending dreadfully long hours cramming for your exams.

Slipping your bag off your shoulder and placing it by your door, you headed into the kitchen as quietly as you could so you wouldn’t interrupt him, an effort that turned out to be in vain when he greeted you without looking up from his instrument.

“You’re home pretty late, huh?” he observed, smiling at himself after what you assumed was him playing a chord progression correctly.

Opening the fridge and retrieving a beer, you twisted the cap off and took a hearty swallow of the beverage, groaning in agreement.

“Yeah, midterm prep is really kicking my ass,” you replied, wandering into the living room and dropping into the armchair next to the couch. 

Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you let your eyes wander over his appearance, appreciating the peeks of skin his cutout shirt afforded you in contrast to the baggy sweatpants half hidden under his guitar. His hair was pulled up in a loose bun he sometimes wore around the apartment, the look suiting him more than you’d ever freely admit. Some of the shorter layers of his hair would fall free from the hair tie and frame his face in such a way that drew your attention to the strong slant of his jaw and then inevitably down to the column of his throat. Of which was currently sporting a couple of fading hickies that you’d left from your last romp in the bed a few days ago.

Should freshen those up soon, the thought rising to the forefront of your brain before you chased it away with another gulp of your beer, slipping down the chair cushions and closing your eyes to listen to him continue playing.

“Everytime I hear you or one of my friends complain about exams and papers and all that shit, I’m reminded how glad I am that I never decided to go to college. Suffered enough of it with my extra years of high school,” he sighed, strumming a few more notes before letting them fade into the air and setting the guitar gently against the side of the couch. 

That caught your attention, the small admission about his past snagging on something in the sludge of your exhausted brain and holding there, begging to be examined. 

“You had to repeat some years?” you asked, not hiding the surprise in your voice. In the wake of the budding friendship that had started to grow between you, you’d come to see that despite his choice not to pursue higher education, Eddie was smart. True cleverness and wit hidden beneath the mask of bravado he wore around most, only revealed to those he deemed trustworthy and those who had the patience to wait for it.

“Yeah, senior year. Took me three tries and a lot of cheering and support from my uncle and my friends, but I got there eventually,” he explained, gaze going kind of distant, corner of his mouth tugging down in a small frown before he seemed to shake it off and look over at you, smiling warmly. 

Your heart tripped over itself in your chest, fluttering pathetically at something that had no right to make you feel like this. You ignored it as the memory of a particular photo from his room came to mind at the mention of his friends. 

“How is your uncle?” you asked quickly, changing the subject as you decided that maybe you weren’t feeling quite brave enough to learn any more of Eddie’s past in your current state, exhaustion and partial inebriation weakening your defenses more than you liked. 

Something seemed to sharpen in Eddie’s eyes at the redirection but it vanished again as he settled back into the cushions and stretched his legs out, mirroring your posture. And when he lifted his hips ever so slightly and spread his legs, you felt your senses sharpen in response, recognizing the game had begun. 

“Wayne’s good, yeah. Visiting his hometown with his old lady down in Tennessee, showing her the mountains and waterfalls,” he told you, sliding his palms up and down his thighs, the movement pulling the fabric across his lap taut. You tried to maintain eye contact, but your peripherals were enough to catch the outline of his dick come into better definition, already starting to harden. 

Your mouth went dry and it was all you could do not to choke when you drained the rest of your bottle in order to wet it again, squeezing your legs together as your cunt throbbed in anticipation. 

“That's good to hear,” you said, smiling cooly as the alcohol began to buzz in your head. “He’s a great guy. Deserves good things.”

“He really does,” Eddie agreed, regarding you with heavy lidded eyes. “How about you, Princess? How are you? You’re looking a bit warm there.”

Your breath hitched as his eyes trailed down the slouched length of your body before flicking back up to your face, unmistakable hunger in their dark depths. 

Leaning forward, you deposited your empty bottle onto the coffee table, sliding a coaster underneath it as an excuse to use the extra seconds to try and gather yourself.

“Just the booze, you know how it makes me all flushed.”

“You sure about that, Princess? Nothing else bothering you? I only ask because you’re looking a little tense too. I could give you a massage if you like? Help you get some of those kinks out,” he taunted in a low rumble, practically purring. 

You let a couple beats pass between you before you answered, dropping the facade for another.

“Okay,” you said bluntly, grinning inwardly when his brows disappeared under his bangs as you got up and moved over to him, sitting astride his lap. “What would you do then, if I asked, Puppy? Tell me.”

You watched as he processed your words, grabbing his hands as he tried to place them on your hips. 

“Nuh uh, just tell me first, and then we’ll see if I want your help.”

You could feel his dick twitch where it was trapped underneath you, your core tightening in response as well. 

“Would start off easy first, work on your neck and shoulders, see what kind of pressure you liked,” he began, voice gravelly as he breathed heavily under you. “Get you nice and relaxed.”

You rolled your neck and shoulders, putting on a show of how tight they felt as you stretched the sore muscles and let a tense moan slip out from the strain of it. Eddie’s eyes widened a fraction at the sound, his nostrils flaring while you arched your back on another stretch that had your pussy pressing against his erection harder, grinding against ever so slightly to tease him with friction. 

“That does sound nice,” you considered, finally placing his hands on your hips and squeezing them, but still not letting go. “What else?”

“Would have you lay face down on your bed so I could do your back next. Shirt and bra off, maybe your pants too so I could work on the rest of you if you wanted. Full body massage,” he described, hands kneading and squeezing your hips as you started slowly rolling against him, building the friction you both needed. 

“Mhm, very good. Keep going,” you instructed, letting go of his hands to pull your shirt off, tossing it next to you on the couch. 

“Get you all loose and relaxed like I said I would, eating up all those little sounds you’d be making, every sigh and moan. Make you feel so good. Would probably be hard as a rock by then too. But I wouldn’t touch you anywhere you didn’t ask me to. Not until you tell me to.”

“And what would you do once I told you I did?”

Testing the waters, he slid one hand up to cup your breast through your bra, waiting to see if you’d pull back again. You just smiled down at him, saying nothing as you waited for him to continue. 

“I’d turn you over. Wanna see your face as I touch you. Tease you a little, play with your tits, your stomach, everywhere but where you'd want me to touch except the one play you’d need me to.”

You mewled softly at the image of it in your mind’s eye, Eddie teasing you as he kneeled at your side, fingertips ghosting along your skin, lightly pinching your nipples and skating along the insides of your thighs, avoiding touching your aching pussy. His dick straining in his pants so enticingly close to your face while he played with your body with the same care he showed his beloved instruments, playing with you until he got the perfect sound out of you. 

“And when I tell you I can’t take it anymore?” you asked breathlessly, your pulse racing and your body nearly quaking now, your restraint holding on by a thread. 

“Then I’d fuck you like no one has ever fucked you before. Until you forget your name, and mine too. Until you came so hard you couldn’t see straight and begged me to stop.”

You stilled in his lap, staring down at him as he paused too, your eyes locked together and the room falling away around you. 

“And what if I didn’t want you to stop? What if I told you not to stop, even if I begged? Even if I cried? That the only way I’d ask you to stop is if I said it with a safeword?”

“You want that?”

You nodded.

“I can do that.”

You smiled, relieved that he seemed as keen as you were. Rough sex was the regular for you two, but you found yourself wanting to try something more, something that required trust that you were becoming increasingly sure you could put in him to do it with. 

He made you feel… safe.

“Good. Not tonight. But soon,” you told him, getting out of his lap and heading towards his room, shimmying out of your jeans and stepping out of them on the way. “Now hurry up and come fuck me like normal so I can get some sleep.”

Eddie came out of the daze you’d left him in and scrambled after you, nearly forgetting his guitar before running back to get it and then chasing after you again. 

Waking up in Eddie’s bed could still be a little bit of a shock when you came to, his scent filling your nostrils before your eyes opened, a baseline of salt and warm skin, mixed with a slight woodsiness that was such a stark contrast from the generic smell of his shampoo and soap. It sometimes made you wonder if it came from living so close to the woods surrounding his hometown, a piece of the wilderness that still lived inside of him even after leaving it years ago. 

But whatever its origin, it never failed to draw you in deeper, to where its source lay beside you, usually still asleep until you’d press your face into his neck in a rare act of deeper intimacy. But even more rare than that were the days like today where Eddie was actually awake and up before you, pulling on bits of clothing and the couple of pieces of jewelry that he could wear safely at his job at a garage a few blocks away. So instead of his neck, you grabbed his abandoned but still warm pillow and pressed your face into it to inhale deeply. 

“You’re coming to the show tomorrow night, right?” Eddie asked, interrupting your pillow huffing. 

Hugging the pillow to your chest, you looked down the bed to where he was hopping on one foot as he pulled on his coveralls. You snorted a laugh as he nearly fell over, pushing up onto your elbows to look at him more clearly. 

“Yeah, at eight right? The Crow Bar?”

“Yep, you got it, though if you showed up earlier to wish us luck, I wouldn’t complain,” he teased, grinning at you, the sharp points of his teeth glinting in the low lamplight. 

Your thighs ached deliciously at the memory of those teeth in your flesh, the impressions of them bruised into your skin. You slipped a hand back under the covers to press at them lightly, shivering at the slight pain. 

“And torture myself with more ear splitting music than I’ll already be doing listening to you play? Don’t push your luck there, Puppy. Besides, I’m already pushing my own luck by coming out instead of studying for these damn exams next week,” you reminded, dropping back against his mattress with quiet huff. 

“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” Eddie said in his best Nicholson impression, coming round to your side of the bed, a deranged smile on his face.

“Oh fuck off, I play plenty,” you scoffed, chucking his pillow at him, which he barely deflected in time before picking it off the floor and tossing back over to his side of the bed. 

“Don’t I know it. It feels like you used my back like your own personal scratching post, Kitten.”

“Aww, does Puppy need me to put some ointment on him?” you smirked, earning a warning look from him. “I didn’t hear you complaining about it last night.”

“Me? Complain? Never,” Eddie replied with a wink before shrugging on his leather jacket and opening his door. “I know you’ll miss me when I’m not here, but try not to stay in my bed all day, okay?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him the finger before sitting up and wrapped yourself in the comforter, following him out of the room and shuffling into yours to throw on some clothes. He called out a cheery byeeee to you which you returned with a farewell that was far less enthusiastic before you heard the door close and lock. Dropping the blanket, you shivered in the cold before putting on a sweater and soft pants, going over a mental checklist for your day. 

Eat breakfast, study, study, try to remember to eat lunch, study, call your parents and try to avoid the topic of dating like the plague, and then study even more before collapsing in your bed to sleep. 

Blowing out an apathetic breath, you headed to the kitchen to begin your boring day. 

You kind of missed Eddie. 

Shit. 

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The next day seemed to drag on endlessly between the two classes you had, both thankfully  turned into study halls by your professors, but still agonizingly long. And then you had your shift at the campus store, which was another six hours of taking inventory since the place was practically empty aside from yourself and your coworker and the four, yes, four, you’d counted, customers that came in during that time. 

After twenty minutes of closing duties, you were rushing back to your apartment to get ready with what little time you had left, panicking for ten of those minutes to figure out what the hell you were going to wear to a heavy metal bar, not to mention your makeup and hair. Settling on keeping your hair down and lining your eyes with thick eyeliner, you abandoned the search through your closet to dig through Eddie’s drawers instead, yanking on one of his black band shirts overtop a pair of your jeans and some hightops. Deciding this was the best you’d manage, you grabbed your purse and called a cab before heading downstairs to wait for your ride. 

It was ten till eight when you actually got to the venue and it still took you almost another twenty minutes just to get inside the damn place, and you were feeling fidgety when the bouncer finally waved you in. The music pulsed in the floor beneath your feet; the sound of a raucous guitar riff, heavy bassline, rapidfire drum beats, all accompanying a voice like a serrated knife that cut through the instruments and the din of the crowd. You took a breath, quickly registering that it was Eddie singing, sounding so different from the quiet voice you’d heard him use at home. The lyrics were edgy and dark, a little angry, but not unexpected given the genre and you made yourself relax enough to walk further inside, searching for the bar as you peeked over the heads in the crowd to try and see Eddie.

A small crowd lined the bar, all the guys wearing variations of outfits you’d seen Eddie wear whenever he went out, leather and denim, various bits of jewelry and accessories that usually bore a skull somewhere on them. The girls however, were all big hair and tight skirts, the darker, more sultry counterparts of the colorful outfits you’d seen at the clubs you’d gone to with friends, with far more black lace and lingerie worn in place of tops. There were a few dressed like you but not enough to make you feel like you were sorely underdressed despite this not being your scene whatsoever. 

You caught a few smirks and curious glances thrown your way, but you chose to ignore them and wait patiently for one of the bartenders to serve you. Drink in hand, you searched for a place where you might be able to watch the band play over the pulsing crowd pressed around the stage. Looking at one of the walls, you spotted a couple that seemed somehow familiar to you, the guy looking out of place in a navy blue polo and acid washed jeans, while the girl looked at least a little more conscious of her choice of attire in an outfit not dissimilar to your own.

Approaching more than a little nervously, you cleared your throat and practically yelled, “Hi!”

They moved practically in tandem, both their gazes swinging from the stage to where you stood in front of them, hand raised in greeting. The two of them scrutinized you for a moment before the girl smiled cordially and greeted you back while the guy offered you a cautiously restrained smile and a nod.

“Do you- You guys wouldn’t happen to know Eddie, would you?” You asked, leaning close to be heard. 

“Eddie? Oh, yeah, actually!” the girl responded, eyes growing big and smiling even wider at the mention of his name. “We went to school with him!”

Recognition dawned on you then, the picture you’d seen them in coming to mind. A group photo of him and others in green graduation gowns and caps, surrounded by a few other people his age, as well as a gaggle of kids all grinning wide at the camera. 

“How do you know Eddie?” the guy asked you, still watching you with curiosity. 

“I’m his roommate,” you answered, giving them your name. 

The two of them looked at each other before back at you, something unspoken passing between them and causing an embarrassed flush to start creeping up your neck. 

“So you’re the infamous roommate,” the guy said, not exactly covering his smirk with a drink from his cup before the girl gave him an exasperated look and punched him in the shoulder. 

“Dude!”

Your face fully heated now, your eyes widening as you stammered, “Wait, what do you mean?”

The song came to an end with a thunderous drum and guitar duet that drowned the girl out for a moment before she paused talking and waited for it to finish. Your skin prickled with anxiety, mind racing with possibilities of what exactly Eddie had told them about you. The crowd roared in the short interim between songs, Eddie’s voice calling out over the noise to thank them all for coming and asking if everyone was having a good time before the next song kicked up in a frenzy, Eddie growling the opening into the mic. 

Satisfied she might be heard now, the girl started again. 

“Ignore him, he’s just being an ass. It didn’t mean anything weird, it just meant that, like, we’ve heard so much about you and it’s nice to put a face to all that he’s described!” she explained, squeezing her eyes shut and making an annoyed face before backtracking. “That sounded bad too, sorry.”

“Good job, Robs.”

“Steve, I swear to God-” she grated out before addressing you again. “It really didn’t mean anything. It’s just Eddie has talked about you a lot recently and it’s kind of a first because he normally doesn’t talk about anyone except for like, himself, and it’s just really nice to meet you. Oh, I’m Robin, by the way, and this is Steve, sorry, should have introduced ourselves before I totally prattled on like that.”

You weren’t sure if you could blush any harder, but if you could, you were pretty sure steam would have been rising from your face like in one of those Saturday morning cartoons you used to watch. The way Robin talked about it, although almost incomprehensible at first, you could swear it sounded like Eddie practically talked about you like you were dating. Which, upon some very quick introspection, is probably what most anyone would assume if you explained it to one of your own friends. 

Doing your best to collect yourself, you asked if you could stand with them to watch the show, the two of them taking pity on you and agreeing readily. Taking the spot next to Steve, you could finally see up to where the band was rocking out on stage, Eddie front and center, singing as he played, and looking every inch the rockstar he made himself out to be. 

His long hair was already wild from the past fifteen minutes or so they’d been playing, some of it clinging to his sweat damp face, black tank top showing off the lean muscle of his arms shifting and moving as he played. Dark blue jeans with slashed knees covered his legs, chains dangling on the side from the belt loops and one of his bandanas hanging down in the back, swishing like a tail when he moved about on the stage. 

The look when combined with his flashy showmanship was making you feel like you wanted to eat him alive. 

Taking a swig of your drink, you let the burn of it down your throat ground you as you forced yourself to watch the rest of the band too so it wasn’t as obvious how entirely fixated on him you were. You tapped your foot along with the beat and nodded your head, a pale imitation of the others around you headbanging, but relaxed enough to get into the music. You were no expert on metal, but you could tell that the band was pretty decent and the audience definitely agreed, screaming and pulsing with an energy that had you getting a little lost in it too. 

At one point, you managed to catch Eddie’s eye, his already animated expression turning even more manic, grinning sharply before he turned his attention back to the mass of bodies beyond you and let loose on his guitar in a frantic burst of energy. It made you just a little smug that your presence might have affected him to that degree.

“You come to his shows a lot?” Steve asked you suddenly, leaning over to talk in your ear, catching you by surprise. 

You shook your head. 

“No, this is the first one I’ve been to,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. “Metal isn’t really my thing.”

Steve pulled back to give you a mildly disbelieving appraisal before ducking close again. 

“Wait really? I would have never guessed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging as you told him, “Stole the shirt from his room. Didn’t really feel like standing out like a sore thumb.”

Steve laughed, a hint of sarcasm in it. “Oh, what, you mean like me?”

“You said it, not me!” you retorted good humoredly. “This your first show too?”

“Nah, we’ve been to a couple before, but we’re up in Chicago, so it’s a bit of a drive for us. We usually go stay in our hometown so we don’t have to drive back home too late,” he explained. 

You were about to ask why they never bothered to stay with Eddie at the apartment when Robin unwittingly interrupted. 

“You guys! Let’s go mosh!” Robin said excitedly from his side, eyes bright with mischief. “Come on, it’ll be fun!”

You floundered a bit, trying to find a polite excuse. 

“No thanks, I’m good with staying here and observing,” you said, wincing at the idea of joining the pit. With your luck, you’d end up accidentally getting your lights punched out and end up with a black eye. “You guys should go though, tell me how it is.”

Steve looked as apprehensive as you felt but he sighed and nodded at her, holding his cup out to you. 

“Watch my drink?”

You nodded and took it, mouthing good luck at him. He replied with a silent thanks.

The two of them disappeared into the crowd and you leaned against the wall, taking some solace in being alone again, if only so you could stare at Eddie without worrying his friends could see the hungry way you watched him. Especially the few times when Eddie’s eyes found yours again and reflected that hunger back at you. 

---

After the set had finished and the band had taken their instruments off stage, you waited with Steve and Robin, speaking a little easier now that the only noise you had to compete with was the drone of the other people talking amongst themselves while they waited for the next performance to begin. Almost out of nowhere, Eddie appeared beside you, catching you by surprise and nearly making you drop your drink. He smiled apologetically and greeted his friends with hugs before he was whisking you all backstage to hang out away from the mass of people milling about the venue floor. He took you back into a cozy room that barely fit everyone, only big enough to house a few crowded couches and a sparsely stocked liquor cabinet that had already been raided by the looks of it, glasses and bottles on all available surfaces. 

Eddie swiftly introduced everyone, his band mates smirking a little when you were brought forward, making you blush again because apparently your roomie was blabbing about you to everyone he knew and it definitely made you feel self conscious despite yourself. But soon enough everyone was returning to their own private conversation and leaving the rest of you to settle into the few free seats left.

You kept close to Steve and Robin, the budding sense of companionship between you all like a security blanket in the unfamiliar scene, and they seemed more than happy to accept you into their little fold as well. Eddie was playing the social butterfly, flitting between groups, stopping by to join yours every so often, his happiness at seeing his friends more than obvious as they all recounted some of their misadventures to your amusement. 

You observed the easy way they all fell in together, despite the oddity of the different personalities that made up their little group, and that their bond was likely one that would withstand the test of time and distance as it already seemed to. Part of you wanted to ask about what exactly had brought them all together, but you thought that might be a question left for another time, in a less public space.

After another drink to settle your nerves, you couldn’t help but watch Eddie again as Steve and Robin got into an intense discussion that you’d lost the plot of a few minutes back. The alcohol was quickly to draw your attention to exactly how tight his jeans actually were, leaving little to the imagination, even if you didn’t need your imagination. And then you were leering at his muscles flexing in his arms as he moved them while he spoke, and then down to his hands and the rings glinting above his knuckles, evoking the feeling and memory of them pressed into your throat.

You stood abruptly, your chair sliding back loudly from the force of the motion and drawing more than a few pairs of eyes to find the source of the sound.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, bathroom,” you announced to the duo next to you, maybe a little too loudly, but not really caring to see if they’d heard you. 

Eddie however, had heard you, his head inclining just a bit as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, lips still moving as he spoke. Something charged passed between you, your unspoken invitation received if his smirk was anything to go off of. Turning on your heel, you headed out into the hallway and rushed towards the bathroom you’d seen earlier on your way to the greenroom, adrenaline mingling with the booze in your veins and making you lightheaded as you heard him excuse himself for a smoke. 

Finding the door, you pulled it open to find it already occupied by a girl bent over the sink as she snorted something off its surface before wiping at her nose and looking over her shoulder at you. You froze in place as she appraised you with unfocused eyes, the dim red lighting of the room casting deep shadows across her face. 

“Oh hey, there, sweetie. You want some?” she offered, swaying just a bit as she smiled dreamily at you. 

A warm body pressed up behind yours, hands resting on your shoulders and squeezing gently. 

“Hey, Rita, how’s it going?”

Rita’s gaze went to where Eddie stood behind you, her smile turning saccharine as she recognized him. 

“Eddie! Hey, baby, how’ve you been? You guys were amazing out there tonight!”, she slurred, vowels all drawn out. 

“Aw, thanks, sweetheart,” he said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you back into the hallway a bit. “Hey, I think I heard Jimmy looking for you back there.”

Rita clicked her tongue and winced. 

“Shit, I better go see what that’s about. See ya, Eds,” she sighed exaggeratedly, her eyes dropping down to where his arm circled around you and then sliding back up to you with a slow wink. 

Before she was even out of sight, you were pulling him into the bathroom, barely locking the door behind you as you yanked him into a hurried kiss, swallowing down whatever words were on his tongue with your own. His hands grabbed your waist, holding you close while you nipped at his lip and whined impatiently. Grasping you by the jaw, he held you back just enough to look at your face, his eyes black in the low light.  

“You stole one of my shirts,” he observed, tugging at the neckline of it with his other hand. 

“Borrowed,” you corrected breathily. 

He huffed a dark laugh, brushing his thumb along your lips. 

“Whatever. The point is, Princess, that seeing you in my clothes is reaallly doing it for me and the idea of fucking you while you’re wearing my clothes is doing it for me even more and I wanna hear you scream my name while I’m doing you,” he told you, slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing your tongue down with it. 

You felt dangerously close to passing out from the way your blood rushed south at his possessive sentiment, tongue heavy in your mouth even without the pressure of his thumb holding it down. Words were lost to you, leaving nodding as your only way to communicate how much you wanted him, your usual bite vanished in the wake of a new type of desperation he inspired in you now. 

Eddie smiled, all serpentine and knife’s edge as he brought your mouth back to his, tongue sliding into your mouth to replace the finger he withdrew, eyes still open as yours crossed and closed. Hands were grabbing your ass and pulling your hips flush with his, the beginnings of his erection pressed between your bodies as he sucked on the tip of your tongue, pulling a broken moan from deep within you. You buried your fingers into his shirt, holding onto him to try and keep yourself standing, unsure you’d be able to stay upright on your own. 

“God, look at you, finally being a good girl for me, huh? You should see yourself right now,” he rasped, an idea lighting up his eyes as he spun you around, your reflections staring back at you. 

You clenched at the sight, his hand taking its place at your jaw again, cupping it just so as he bent you forward over the sink, his hips pinning your hips to the counter. You felt like you were about to combust, sensory overload taking your arousal to a breath-stealing eleven as he grinned at you and yanked your pants and underwear down over your ass and rubbed his thumb against your pussy, spreading your slick around before pushing it inside you, mimicking what he’d done with your mouth. 

Biting back a cry, you tried to let your head drop, but he held it in place, forcing you to watch yourself as he pumped the thick digit in and out of you, wetness pooling around it and down your thighs.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, switching his thumb out for his middle finger so he could rub your clit in tandem with each thrust. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Princess. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on watching yourself as I take you apart and make you come. That’s right, just like that, good girl.”

The role reversal was intoxicating. There had been a few instances where you’d let Eddie have some control of the dynamic when you’d had sex, but you’d never fully submitted like this before, and combined with the praise Eddie was giving you, you could feel yourself begin to drift just a little from your body. You fought to keep yourself tethered to the moment, biting your lip hard enough to bleed, using the pain as an anchor to this reality. 

“Eddie-” you whined, your voice shrill and needy. “Please… Please.”

“What’s the matter, Princess? Use your words,” he cooed, curling his finger just right inside you, nudging the spot that made you push back harder against his hand. 

“Hhnh-Eddie, please. Need you. Need you inside me. Want you to use me, fuck me till I can’t see straight,” you begged, tears already blurring the edges of your vision. “Need it, Eds.”

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, releasing his hold on you to unfasten his belt and jeans. 

The loss of contact made you sob, your neediness winning out as tears slid down your cheeks. Eddie made a soft shushing sound as he pulled his pants down, the head of his cock brushing against your folds before pushing in just enough for your eyes to cross at the intrusion. 

Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you down his length slowly at first, your cunt still a bit too tight for anything more, your impatience costing you the immediate fullness you’d craved. You tried to push back faster but he held you in place tightly, giving you a well placed smack across your ass and making you yelp. 

“Not so fast, sweetheart. I know you’re eager and all, but you gotta let me enjoy this a little first, yeah?” Eddie chided, scolding you like one would a small child. “And remember, you need to watch, so no closing your eyes, okay Princess? Or else I’ll stop.”

Your lip trembled as you nodded, more tears streaming down your face. 

“Okay,” you answered, your voice so small you almost didn’t recognize it. 

“That’s my girl.”

You nearly collapsed under the weight of his praise. But just as he gave you almost too much with those words, he withheld just as much when he stayed stationary, cock buried inside you and unmoving as he looked down at where you were joined. Tongue dipping out to wet his lips, you watched him lean forward as he half pulled out of you, spit dripping from his mouth onto his dick before slipping back into you again. 

“You look so good when you take me like this, baby,” he murmured, eyes still fixated on the space between your bodies as he finally began to move, sawing his hips against yours, the slow drag of his cock making your back arch. “I love your tight little pussy so much, love how it feels like it was made for me.”

“Eddie,” you moaned, the last vowel drawn out and tight. 

The backs and insides of your thighs were drenched with your slick now, every measured stroke further coating you both. It was a divine sort of torture he was inflicting upon you, slowly ruining you with his maddeningly unhurried pace, while every gifted word of filth praise had your soul soaring higher and higher, until you were drifting back in that soft space outside your body once again. 

You could see both of you in the mirror but it took a moment to register that his hand was around your throat again, the slightest pressure against your windpipe making you swallow against it as he pulled back nearly all the way before slamming back into you, the clap of skin meeting skin accompanied by your grunt of surprise echoing around the small space. Your whole body lurched forward from the impact, shoving you forward further, but you remained upright with Eddie’s support and stayed there as he finally began to rail you like you’d needed. 

His teasing had stripped you down to your basest state, one of pure feeling and reaction, the sounds born of sensation slipping between unrestrained lips and filling the charged air. Eddie’s own pants and groans joined them, laced with more pretty compliments of utter filth that he gifted you with each plunge of his cock. 

“God, Princess, look at you. Can you see how fucking gorgeous you look right now? Sound so pretty too, like you just can’t get enough of it. You can’t, can you? Tell me-fuck!- Tell me how much you love it, wanna hear you say it,” he rasped, pulling you up from the sink and into his arms, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and sucking a mark into it. 

Your vision faltered from the position change and you whimpered his name, reaching behind you to hold his head as he kissed his way up the side of your throat. 

“Ah! It feels-,” you panted, struggling to find your words. “Feels so good, Eds. Feels incredible. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”

“Keep talking, baby. Tell me more.”

It was difficult to find any thread of coherent thoughts, so you just babbled, your words slurred as you described how you felt. 

“You’re so deep in me. Can’t stop feeling you so deep. Always wanna be full of you, always. You make me feel so fucking good- hnnng- just like that-”

You craned your neck to look at him, half aware you were looking away from the mirror, but the urge to kiss him was irresistible and you pulled him to you anyways, planting an open mouthed kiss to the corner of his mouth until he was kissing you fully again. 

Eddie’s rhythm began to turn erratic, his hips starting to stutter a bit and you knew he was getting close. His grip on you tightened and you slipped a hand between your legs to play with your clit, pushing yourself closer to your climax. 

“Sweetheart, I- I’m getting close,” Eddie stammered, his breath coming out in uneven gasps that made you dizzy. 

“Me too,” you whispered. “Wanna come with you, Eddie.”

Leaning you back down, Eddie pressed your hands into the counter, his fingers lacing with yours as he kissed the back of your neck before hooking his chin over your shoulder, his labored breaths in your ear. The angle allowed him to hit even deeper inside of you, brushing your g-spot perfectly as the pressure at the base of your spine began to grow faster, a tidal wave on the horizon that you'd been waiting for with open arms. You could feel your body tense and start to shake as Eddie brought you to the edge, the edges of your vision starting to go hazy. 

“Come on, baby, come for me. Wanna hear you say my name as you come.”

That was all it took for you to feel like the floor had dropped out from beneath you as your orgasm slammed into you, ecstasy growing exponentially until it was near cataclysmic in its intensity, his name the prayer on your lips as your vision went white.

“Fuck! Eddie, I’m coming!” you sobbed, devastation rolling over you as you felt him follow you, his hips slam into yours once, twice, and then one final time as he buried himself deep inside of you and came, filling you completely. 

Your body was still twitching with the aftershocks as he laid himself carefully on top of you, the weight of him settling you back into your body as you both came down. His dick was still pulsing every so often inside of you, your pussy still contracting around it too, greedily milking him for every last drop, even though it was already starting to spill out the sides. It was fucking filthy, the feeling of it seeping in between your still conjoined bodies, and you couldn’t think of anything you liked more in that moment, messy and nasty and gross, and you loved it. 

You loved it because it was him who’d done it. 

You loved-

You inhaled fast and sharp at the realization, the tears that had slowed after your climax fillled your eyes again, dropping to the plastic pressed under your cheek. Swallowing hard, you untangled one hand from his to swipe them away, trying to bury the emotions that had flooded into your chest and begged for attention, pleading to be shared with the one who elicited them from you. 

“You okay?”

Eddie pushed up from your back gently, dropping a too chaste kiss onto your shoulder as he did, not knowing how it made your heart do vicious somersaults again and again in your chest, the absolute bastard. Blinking the tears away again, you turned to look up at him as best you could and smiled. 

“Yeah. Yeah of course,” you rasped, voice beyond wrecked. “Not excited about facing everyone after screaming your name like a goddamn banshee only a room away, but yeah, I’m great.”

You weren’t quite sure he believed you. His expression just a little scrutinizing before he grinned back at you and chuckled. 

“I mean I’m pretty sure they all knew what we were about to do when you announced you were about to go to the bathroom and I oh so unsubtly followed. And if that didn’t tip them off, Rita sure as fuck did.”

You bit back another moan when he slipped out of you, the feeling of his come slipping out of you making your eyes cross.

“Shit,” he cursed, grabbing a wad of toilet paper he knelt behind you to try his best to clean the mess that had dripped into panties, before dabbing at your fucked out cunt and the mess on your thighs. “Your underwear and jeans might be fucked.”

You snorted and pushed yourself up and off the sink, testing your legs. Deciding you were probably steady enough by now to not fall on your face, you stood up fully, tossing a look down at him over your shoulder, lifting an eyebrow at him expectantly. Smiling again, he tossed the used tissue into the toilet and grabbed the waistband of your bottoms and began to pull them up. Just before pulling them over your ass, he bit one cheek quickly, enough to make you yelp before yanking your clothes up and over for you to fix. 

“Asshole,” you groused, stifling your smile at the playful gesture. 

“You love it.”

Love more than that, you thought woefully, your hidden smile losing some of its mirth. 

---

Just as you were finishing fixing your appearances, a loud knocking came from the door, instantly warming your cheeks with embarrassment. 

“Hey Eddie, if you guys are done trying to drown out the band, can you hurry up? Some of us need to take a leak and I don’t fancy doing it in the alley,” a masculine voice called, good humor coloring the request. 

Eddie dragged a hand over his face and nodded unseen to them. 

“There are other bathrooms in this place, ya know!”

“And there are other places to fuck around in, but I still gave you time to bust a nut, now hurry up! ‘Sides, your friends seem like they’re ready to go anyways.”

Unlocking and opening the door, you fixed your heckler with an unimpressed look and gestured for him to move. Grabbing Eddie’s hand, you pushed past the guy and ignored his bewildered expression, leading the way down the hall and focused on steeling yourself for the inevitable sly looks you’d be receiving and not on the continuous stream of you love him’s playing on repeat in your head. 

Returning to the green room, you dropped Eddie’s hand and avoided looking at anyone directly as you made a beeline for your abandoned chair next to Steve. Grabbing a half full glass of something brown on the table in front of them, you swallowed it all in one go, grimacing against the wretched burn, not particularly caring whose drink it might have been. Eddie stood behind you, propping himself against the back of the chair and making the hair stand on the back of your neck at his close proximity. You needed to get out of there fast, get your head on straight and really think everything through, before you ended up doing something stupid. 

“There you guys are!” Robin greeted, smirking as she looked between you two, earning a wink from Eddie and a wince from you. “We were getting worried you’d Irish Goodbye’d us.”

“Nah, no way, would never do that to you guys. Just needed some fresh air,” Eddie excused, no one buying the obvious lie, Steve even rolling his eyes and getting a poke in the ribs. “Sticks said you guys were talking about heading out?” 

“Yeah, we promised my parents we’d try to get in by midnight, and we’ve already pushed it by staying this late already,” she said, looking more than a little apologetic. “But! We’re staying till Sunday morning and we can stop back in for lunch if you’re free then?”

The three of them continued to chat, making plans as you sat there in the middle of it all, too stuck in your own head to really process what was being said while you were trying to formulate your escape. It wasn’t until you heard your name that you came back to the present and saw the three of them staring at you expectantly. 

“Sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted to come Sunday too,” Steve supplied helpfully, smiling at you. 

You blinked at him before looking up at Eddie, the hopeful look in his eyes making you swallow thickly. 

“Oh, I’m- I don’t know. I still have some exam prep I need to do-”

“I’ll buy your lunch,” Eddie interjected quickly before you could finish your excuse. “C’mon, sweetheart, it’ll be fun!”

You knew you should say no, that you needed to put space between the two of you before that hope in his eyes grew into something unmanageable, for both of your sakes. But before you realized what you were doing, you were giving a half hearted sigh of exasperation and agreeing, earning a cheer from the three of three of them and a shoulder squeeze from Eddie. Your skin felt warm from where he’d touched you.

This was a mistake. 

You’d made a terrible mistake and this was going to end so badly. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him this little bit of happiness. 

Even if you knew you were going to break his heart sooner rather than later. 

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Taglist: @dumbslxtclub, @tlclick73, @prestinalove, @unfocused81

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[drconstellation]

The Passion Of Jimbriel

Part 1: The Entry into Soho

The story of events leading up to the crucifixion of Jesus, and the days following, until his ascension to Heaven, are collectively known as the Passion narratives. It comes from the Latin "to suffer," or "to endure."

More than one op has mentioned there are parallels to this in S2, so I thought I would try and find how well the whole narrative was followed. Oh yes, is the short answer, it certainly does! And how! And in places you might be surprised about. I hope this series of metas might answer some of the odd mysteries of "why is that there...? that are still floating around at the moment for you.

I've tried to match the narratives to scenes and incidents in S2 as closely as I can, but I only have sketchy Anglican Christian background, so if you have had a more thorough Catholic upbringing than me and see something I have missed, slip me a message and I'll do my best to edit things.

A word of warning before we start - it's not a linear match-up. I'm planning to run through the traditional sequence of the Passion in order, but will match with the S2 scenes as needed, and those are scattered back and forth in time. It's Catch-22 again - everything thrown up in the air and landing at seeming random places, where ever they seem to fit best for the narrative.

AZIRAPHALE: Ah, you startled me. GABRIEL: Is that good? AZIRAPHALE: I just didn't see you coming.

I actually thought I might start with this little scene, where Jim gives Aziraphale a jump-scare by creeping up next to him silently. Annoyed, Aziraphale tells him to make some noise as he moves about, and Jim trolls him with some creaking noises, before starting to sing.

There were prophecies about the arrival of Jesus, but the ironic thing here is that Aziraphale, someone who has a vast collection of prophecies and is someone you could consider an expert, had no warning of Gabriel's arrival - he just crept up to the door as a nasty surprise!

Starting proper, there were the three temptations while Jesus was fasting in the wilderness.

Making bread out of stones (I've also covered the Eccles Cakes here in the Altar of Eccles Cakes. They have multiple purposes!)

2. Being tempted to jump from a pinnacle of a temple and relying on angels to break his fall.

3. Being tempted to worship Satan in return for ruling all the kingdoms of the world.

This one was actually covered in S1, at Golgotha. I know Crowley mentioned to Aziraphale that he was the one who tempted Jesus, but I wrote a meta about it because I realized most people were missing the joke in the TWO demon names that Aziraphale suggested Crowley had changed his name to, and how that relates to that particular temptation.

The last miracle performed before the Passion was the raising Lazarus from his tomb, four days after he had died.

After Crowley is dragged down to Hell for an interview with Lord Beelzebub and finds out they are being threatened with the Book Of Life for being involved with Gabriel, he rushes back to Aziraphale and says they have to hide them. As they decide they will try a shared minor miracle Jimbriel descends the spiral staircase:

GABRIEL: Hello. Where did you come back from? CROWLEY: Outside. GABRIEL: Outside? Hmm. Is it big? Can I see the outside? CROWLEY: No, no, no, no, no. No, no no. You need to stay here, inside the bookshop. We can look after you in here. Just stay here.

Inside? Inside the tomb? Aziraphale has even 'wrapped' him up for the occasion.

Later, we find out that:

AZIRAPHALE: Jim is in his bedroom upstairs. I told him bookshops are always closed on a Wednesday. As for Inspector Constable, at a guess, they were sent to verify the 25 Lazarii miracle you and I seem to have accidentally performed together the other night. CROWLEY: That's how you lot measure miracles? How many times it could have brought someone back from the dead?

Uh huh. The miracle of Lazarus.

The Entry into Jerusalem

Jesus made his way into Jerusalem by donkey to show that he came in peace, not as conquering king on a horse. Gabriel does the same.

But he walked in, you say, on foot!

Yes, but he walked by the Dirty Donkey pub on his way to bookshop.

Next, was the Cleansing of the Temple.

What temple? The bookshop, of course! Is it not a temple of books?

Aziraphale sets Jim to cleaning it, with a duster.

I'd say you could also call the bookshop a temple to Crowley - it is decorated in his colours, after all. The presence of Jim initially drives the merchants and money dealers demon away, snatching his sunglasses from his mini-altar as his goes.

The last step on the Passion I'll cover in this meta is the Anointing of Jesus. It tells the story of how Jesus had an expensive perfume, worth a year's wages, poured on his feet from an alabaster jar by woman who was considered sinful. The gathered Disciples were aghast at this waste - they asked why she did not sell the perfume instead and give the money to the poor. Jesus thanked her for preparing him for burial.

This one had me stumped for a while, and I had to think hard about where something had been "poured out" on feet, because I was pretty sure no one had been "anointed" on the head, which is another version of this part of the narrative. Then I remembered seeing a GIF that was Aziraphale focusing on the floor for a number of seconds after Crowley had upended the box Gabriel had carried to the bookshop with his fly in it to read the message on the bottom of the box.

My precious...! You poured them out at your feet, Crowley!

Alabaster is a soft white stone that is easy to carve. The bland cardboard box makes a good analogy for this. And in it we see Aziraphale has filled it with priceless treasures - not one but two lost Shakespeare plays!

If at this point you are going "Wait - Wot? Now you're telling me both Jim/Gabriel and Crowley are playing the part of Jesus here?" I'm saying yes. It's not the first time I've said it. I'm not the only op who has been saying it, either. And as we head into part two of this meta you'll see Crowley take on more of this role from Jim/Gabriel. The two of them have a lot in common, much more than you might have suspected or might even want to acknowledge. This is the past echoing into the present again. I think it also gives us some interesting things about the future to contemplate.

Next: Part 2 - Trials and Denials

Where we move on to the Last Supper, and the Arrest of Jesus before his before he is judged before a court of priests and then Pontius Pilate, and the gathered crowd.

This post was inspired by @mr-period 's long meta Remembering Something Forgotten-Where is Jimmy Boy?

More reading on the Dirty Donkey in my meta here.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #good omens analysis #good omens theory #gabriel #jimbriel #the passion of jimbriel #the passion #golgotha #the dirty donkey #i am in the fly #25 lazurii

[shadowbends]

DEEP DISH!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (OVER 15,000 WORDS)

It’s me again, folks. Do you enjoy good fanfic? We’re reaching the end of the line, but I’m here to hook you up! Whether you’re new to the fandom and diving into the ROTTMNT fic scene for the first time, or a veteran looking for content you might have missed, my hope for this project is to point you to something you’ll enjoy!

This rec list is the last of three and focuses on longfic in the fandom, with a word count reaching anywhere over 15,000 words. You’ll find a variety of fic here, from novellas to full-blown novels—some complete, but many still ongoing! Though it may be heresy on the streets of New York, this is the list you want when you’re craving something really thick to sink your teeth into: a sit-down experience exploding with flavor. Don’t have time for that, actually? Then consider checking out my previous rec lists as well!

NEW YORK STYLE, BABY!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (UNDER 5,000 WORDS)

STUFFED CRUST!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (BETWEEN 5,000 AND 15,000 WORDS)

DEEP DISH!! ROTTMNT FANFIC RECS (OVER 15,000 WORDS) — You’re here!

If you enjoy any of these fics, make sure to reblog and spread the love! Don’t forget to check out the other works by these authors; many of them have written multiple wonderful stories not featured here that are just as good. Additionally, consider leaving the authors a comment! I’m not always the best at that myself, but fic writers work hard and deserve all the love in the world.

With all of that said, it’s time for the recs. Let’s dig in!

Quick note: On previous lists, I separated the recs by the general time period they took place in. I’m not going to that here, largely because—uh. Well. Nearly all of them are post-movie! This fandom’s sure been active in the last couple of months, huh? Given that, I’ll be sorting them by a broader method, but yes. If you’ve not seen the movie, this is your warning that spoilers abound in the recs below. 

➤ ➤ ➤ CANON COMPLIANT

The Aftermath by Starrcrossrose

57,262 words, 9/? chapters (last updated 11/03/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone (Leo-centric)

Genre: Angst, Family Drama, Hurt/Comfort

It would’ve been easier to say what he was feeling, but he honestly didn’t know how. He wasn’t sure why, either. He knew his brothers would understand and comfort him and be there if he wanted them to be. Hell, Donnie’s surprise sleepover and everyone showing up for it in the living room had been proof of that.

Yet he still couldn’t do it. He’d tried to talk to Donnie and the pain on his brother’s face had been enough to make him never want to speak about things ever again. He didn’t want them to hurt the way he did; he wanted them to be okay and normal and happy.

You know they aren’t happy. Why do you keep pretending to be fine when the others aren’t either?

Leo squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into his knees as he pulled himself into an even tighter ball. He wanted to go into his shell as much as possible, but at the same time, a searing energy was making his legs feel like he could run or swim for miles. He could just go and go and go until he collapsed.

Maybe… maybe that'll help.

Set a few months after the movie, Leo struggles with the long recovery time needed for his injuries to heal, both physical and mental. Unable to talk about it, he turns to unhealthy coping methods instead. The rest of the family is doing no better from the fallout of the invasion, however, with each of their own stresses mounting the longer things go unaddressed. That is until Chapter 8, when things come to a head...

There are a lot of post-movie recovery fics out there, each one unique. The Aftermath’s hallmark has to be in its slowburn foreshadowing, and excellent character writing. Throughout many chapters, we get a glimpse into the heads of just about every beloved character the series has to offer, including April and Casey Jr. Little clues to what’s going to go wrong are set up early on, but just like the characters, I was blind to how serious of a turn things were about to take until the problem finally reared its head. This fic does a good job of showing how important it is to talk to one another, even if it’s hard.

Aftershocks by Katiemonz, McBethins, octolingkiera, theashemarie, and this_kills_the_man

153,543 words, 12/15 chapters (last updated 11/06/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone

Genre: Family Drama, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

“Good game,” Leo said to Donnie, smiling at Mikey in the same sly way as before.

“Thank you, Leonardo, but as I’ve said Uno is—”

“But you still lost,” Leo continued. He swept the cards up and began to straighten them for another shuffle.

“Second place is hardly—”

“Honorary title,” Leo cut in again. “Mikey won, so we owe him.”

“Owe him what? I have—”

“Keep your money, Don. In this game we’re dealing in secrets.”

“Secrets.”

“Yeah, specifically what’s up in that brilliant, big head of yours after all that Krang shit. C’mon. You owe him one secret.”

Picking up from the end of the invasion but spanning the weeks after, the day’s been won, but no one came out of the Krang’s attack completely unscathed. There’s a lot of trauma to unpack here—unfortunately, talking about it is the last thing just about anyone in the family wants to do. 

Another recovery fic, Aftershocks is unique for being a story told from five perspectives (the boys and April), as written by five different authors. As the brothers avoid each other, each arc’s events end up having quite the different take depending on whose POV you’re currently following, even in moments where the same scene is being retold. Truly an ensemble fic that focuses on everyone’s trauma, I’ve especially enjoyed that April was included. As the longest fic on this list, Aftershocks is heavy on introspection and exposition, but the characterization always manages to shine through in the details. I especially love the scene I quoted above; “Trauma Uno” is totally a concept I could see the boys coming up with. 

A Tale of Spirits by unorthodoxx

47,202 words, 6/? chapters (last updated 11/06/2022)

Character Focus: Ensemble

Genre: Adventure, Fantasy, Crossover

"I need to find my brothers," Raph mumbles.  "That's if they're even here."

"And then head back to the spirit world."

"It's not the spirit world!"

"Right," Toph grins. "This so-called 'other dimension' without benders."

"There are no benders in my world."

Toph reaches and places a hand on scaled skin.  Huge muscles twitch under her palm and the spirit stops.  "No benders?"

"Yes!"

She nods.  "Like the spirit world."

Raph throws his arms up with a scream and Toph cackles.

For a crossover, this fic requires quite a bit of investment in the second fandom to follow; you’ll want to have seen all of ATLA Season 1, and potentially even Season 2 if you want to keep track of what’s going on, especially for moments when episodes are retold, but with the turtles added in. Additionally, the POV is solely with the ATLA characters. Is this fic worth recommending despite that? Abso-freaking-lutely. This might be one of the most creative crossovers I’ve seen in any fandom, and I’m absolutely hooked.

The plot is deceptively straightforward—the four turtles mysteriously appear in the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender, separated and with no idea where the brothers are. Their arrival changes everything, with the people of the world seeing them as powerful spirits and guardians. I won’t spoil who ends up with who beyond what’s shown in the excerpt, but it paves the way for fascinating political intrigue and character development on all sides, our fave turtles included. Donatello’s position is perhaps the most fascinating for what may come of it, but everyone’s new groupings have been an utter delight. The banter feels charming and wholly in-character, and I can’t wait to read more. This is definitely a fic to keep your eye on, if you’ve not found it already.

Brother Dearest by Wardenov

69,666 words, 22/? chapters (last updated 11/03/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone (Donnie-centric)

Genre: Drama, Sci-Fi, Horror

“You came here looking for answers, weakling, because you messed with powers far beyond your understanding.” “I’m not-” She doesn’t let him continue. “Our brother may be dead, but the glory of our kind is that we are never truly defeated, not as long as our mark remains.” And as if to make her point, she raises a tentacle and delicately touches the glass - tendrils spawning from the point of contact, rapidly expanding across the surface like a frenzied contagion before freezing in place and crumbling under the extreme cold. “We cull the weak and assimilate those worthy, we bestow the blessing of Krang upon those who deserve it. You-” she spits, remaining tentacles scrambling to climb the glass where Donnie stood, “-you have stolen our gift.”

He says nothing.

“But,” she continues, sadistic smile returning, “your transgressions have ensured our survival. Our continued conquest. Whether you like it or not.”

Set a few months after the Krang’s invasion, things have seemingly gone back to normal for the Hamato family. Everyone’s doing their best to get by, and back to familiar routines and hobbies. Donnie, though? His newest project throws all of that into new chaos, showing that no matter how well-meaning, there are some things man (and turtle) was never meant to tamper with. 

I’m absolutely feral for this fic, and desperate to impress upon anyone seeing this why they should read it. It might be one of the very best fics the fandom has to offer. Seriously. You want plot and worldbuilding on par with the Season 3 we never got? Exploration of the Hidden City, and the Council of Heads that run it? High stakes, suspense, action, and family drama? Look no further, fam. Brother Dearest has it all, and every character (even Mayhem!) has a big role to play. April’s sleuthing, Mikey further develops his new mystic powers, Leo has some heavy choices to make as leader, and Raph isn’t as home free after the Krang invasion as he thought. Make no mistake, though, the star of this show is Donnie in his unwitting supervillain arc. Will his family be able to save him from himself? Only time and new chapters can tell, but this fic dug its claws into my heart and won’t let go, it’s so good. 

Drift and Chemical Reaction by Bronte

26,949 words, 7/7 chapters (split between two fics)

Character Focus: Donatello & Leonardo, Ensemble

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family Bonding

"Piña colada?"

"What the—?" Donnie cuts him off before he can finish, cramming a green and yellow striped straw between his teeth. Leo wears some of it, the yellow, smoothie-like drink dribbling down his plastron. "Wait, where did you—what is this?"

Donnie smirks. "Pineapple, coconut, rum. A taste of the tropics."

Leo blinks and glances down apprehensively at the ‘Better Late than Ugly’ mug in his hand. "...does this have alcohol in it?"

"Does this have—pfft, I would never. Do you know who I am? Donatello, upstanding citizen of Manhattan proper?" Donnie barks a laugh, tossing his head back before leveling him with a look. "Of course there is. As the Bard himself said, self-love, my brother, is not so vile a sin as self-neglect."

As two sides of the same story, these fics are being recommended together! Set after the movie, Drift is told from Leonardo’s POV, both during and after leaving the prison dimension, where Chemical Reaction tells the story from Donatello’s POV. 

The real charm of this fic, though? It has to be the banter. Reading this, I could totally hear the character’s voices in my head, which was only made better once the piña coladas came in. You think the twins are disasters; just wait until they’re drunk. These fics would be worth reccing on their own for that scene alone, but there’s actually a little bit of plot involved as well as Leo struggles to regain his ninpo, while Donnie... Well, something weird is going on with Donnie. Needless to say, both of these are a great read!

Every Night the Longest Day by ashtreelane

33,731 words, 13/? chapters (last updated 10/27/2022)

Character Focus: Leonardo & Family

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Medical Drama

“What’s wrong, Leo?” Raph asks from where he is curled around him, the snapper’s chin nestled on the top of his head.

“Can’t sleep,” Leo mutters. He smells worry, sudden and sharp, and when he opens his eyes Raph has whipped around to look at Donnie, eyes blown wide, looking for an answer. Donnie is looking at him too, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“We- okay. Raph, don't freak out. This is to be expected, remember?” Donnie is saying, his voice just barely on the wrong side of too calm. He’s freaking out too. Why? What’s happening? Oh, he’s being addressed now, he should probably pay attention.

“Leo, you were cursed six days ago to be unable to fall asleep. Your memory is suffering because of it, but we’re all right here, okay?”

Leo kind of knows what they’re talking about. He remembers it, he remembers that it happened, but the… events are… foggy. What- what had they been talking about?

“What are we talking about?”

When Leo is cursed to be unable to sleep, he and the family must wait for a new moon to break the spell through a ritual. Unfortunately, that new moon is nearly two weeks off. As Leo is forced to stay awake for days on end, his mental and physical condition quickly begins to deteriorate. Through it all, Leo’s family stays by his side to help him through it, beautifully balancing hurt with comfort through the beginning. As the story goes on and Leo’s condition worsens, though... Well. Things aren’t looking good, let’s say.  

I have such a soft spot for this fic, though. It’s grown quite popular lately, so many of you reading this list may have already heard it, but there was a point when I was following early on where the author was debating shifting the POV around or sticking with Leo as an unreliable narrator. I was really proud of them for sticking to their guns and going with the latter, and I think it’s paid off in spades. The way the author experiments with formatting styles and missing scenes really makes the fic stand apart from the standard whump setup, and turns it into something akin to low-key psychological horror. If you’re into that sort of thing it’s a lot of fun; even if you’re not, the moments of family bonding peppered throughout the fic are so wholesome, and definitely worth your time.

Fallout by GauntletKnight

50,677 words, 20/? chapters (last updated 11/05/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family Drama

“We are here. We are alive. Raph and Mikey are downstairs. Dad and April and Casey are on the way. You’re alright, Leo. You’re safe. We are all safe. No one is here to hurt you…or us.” There is no special inflection to his voice, but his words are firm, unmoving. Leo shakes for a moment, squeezing Donnie’s hand…and then he blinks, his eyes clear and he tries to take a breath.

Violent coughs wrack his body as he tries to dislodge the blood that had built up from his sobs. Bright red spatters down his front and across Donnie’s hands as he holds onto Leo’s arm. Each breath is like nails on a chalkboard.

Draxum steps in instantly, checking the monitor for vitals. “I’ve gotta get to that punctured lung…or else getting this blood transfusion in him isn’t going to do anything.” He turns to Donnie, holding out plastic gloves, “Can you-”

Leo shakes his head, finally getting a rattling breath into his chest. “N-no…Don’s…not great with this kind of thing. S’ok…he’s so good at everything else he had to leave some for the rest of us.” He smiles up at Donnie like Donnie hung the damn moon and stars, his eyes still shining with painful tears. It’s…a weirdly genuine moment between the two of them…

Donnie doesn’t like it.

Set between the final fight and grabbing a slice in the movie, this fic follows the immediate aftermath of pulling Leo out of the prison dimension with a bit more urgency and attention to everyone’s injuries. 

As I’ve said before, every movie recovery fic I’ve found has their hallmark, and I’d say Fallout’s is its heart and emotion. By focusing on the aftermath of the battle where everyone’s stresses are still running high, there’s a lot going on here, and it makes for some tense, but evocative moments. The story is lightly focused on Leo’s mental state especially, but everyone is going through it and as the POV shifts every chapter, each character gets some focus as they work through their injuries and messy feelings. Fallout is very satisfying read, and one I often come back to over and over.

hamartia by Punable

40,364 words, 9/? chapters (last updated 10/30/2022)

Character Focus: Donatello & Family

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

It felt nothing like how he imagined dying would feel.

Donatello was a man of science, so it would have been foolish of him to have not, over the years, devised theories around what results certain situations would generate, what or who they might take out of commission, and what he would need to do personally in order to gain the best possible outcome. He would sometimes note down how he believed these situations might affect him or his brothers, both physically or mentally - he wasn’t an expert on emotions, far from it, but he could at least logically assume that getting, say, struck by lightning (one of his planned-for possibilities) would leave its own traumatic scar on any man or turtle that happened to experience it, so he’d dragged in April for those certain emotional areas and promptly abandoned her as a research partner when she’d told him he was being obsessive. He was not obsessive, just thorough.

He couldn’t help but feel as though some of that research time may have been wasted, though, as he lay on his side, his newest project slash rework shattered into almost unsalvageable pieces on the floor across from him. (And really, that felt almost like the harshest blow - how was anyone except him supposed to salvage that hunk of junk? Was that all that he was leaving behind?)

He felt it had been time wasted, maybe, because dying didn’t feel at all like the soft, slowing breaths of passing peacefully into sleep, or the fast tight gasping of someone going out from a bullet wound. If anything, it felt like he was breathing too deeply, every breath filling his whole body and stretching out every wound and puncture and fracture, oxygen making his head light (or maybe that was the blood loss). He didn’t feel at peace, and he certainly didn’t feel as scared as he thought he should’ve been, as he had read he should have been.

Mostly, it just felt like an inconvenience.

Donnie almost dies, and that’s just the start of this angsty tale. What follows is an interesting exploration of what Donatello thinks of himself and his role in the team, and his family’s growing concerns when he won’t give himself time to recover. Donnie’s brush with death has lasting consequences, and a large part of the fic is dedicated both to how much they affect him and how long he can hide it from his family (and the audience). Once the truth comes out, though? Oof. 

The newfound disability is handled well, imo, and you really feel for everyone involved. There’s a lot about mental health that the author just does really well in general, actually. The focus on family and everyone’s concerns for their brother is where this fic really shines, though, and there’s a lot of emotion that hits just right. Basically, the hurt is done so well, I’m looking forward to when we get to more comfort.

i go there with you by bobtheacorn

21,649 words, 15/? chapters (last updated 11/04/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Humor

"But seriously," Donnie says seriously, brandishing his tablet screen above Mikey's head and pointing at it, "I cannot emphasize enough how important it is that you be Very Honest when I ask you to scale your pain using this -" He cuts his eyes toward Raph, who grins. "Emoji Scale. Which dramatization would you say you find the most relatable at the moment?"

"Okay, so defo… this guy," Leo says. He thinks he manages to lift his finger but that's all the juice he's got. "On the… left."

"That would be the thumbs-up emoji, Leo," Raph says cautiously.

"Awww," Mikey gushes, "Is that one because you love us?"

"Hang on," Leo says around another small huff of maybe-laughter, "You… can't prove anything. But also…" He moves his finger again. "Also this guy on the… on the far r-right. Like, for-real for real."

"Oh, the sad-angry-crying emoji, fantastic," Donnie says with a bit more pep, tossing the tablet and turning to Splinter, who's closest to the monitor, "Papa, would you do Leo a huge favor and smash that morphine button, please? Like, right now, immediately."

Set immediately after the invasion. This fic is a series of interconnected one-shots originally written for Whumptober, but by Chapter 9 breaks into its own thing. The whump remains a focus, but it’s tempered by a good dose of comfort and humor as well, which the author is a master of. 

If you want a recovery fic after the events of the movie that matches the feeling of the show, i go there with you is the fic to start with. The characterization and banter are spot on, as is the emotional whiplash. All of the characters gets some love and introspection in this one too, which is always fun.

Now That’s What I Call A Vacation! by WayWardWatson

56,238 words, 9/? chapters (last updated 11/06/2022)

Character Focus: Splinter & Family

Genre: Family Bonding, Adventure, Hurt/Comfort

Splinter turned his attention back to Big Mama, the flirtatious mood from earlier dissipating. “I am calling in your favor.”

It was like he had slapped her with his rat tail with how she reared back in visible disgust. Her fangs clicked in irritation and she scuttled further down, closer to where Splinter was standing. “Remind me, when have I ever owed you a measly-weasly favor?”

“When you misused demon armor for profit that nearly resulted in the end of human and yokai kind alike?” Splinter evenly said. “Oh, and the time I rubbed your feet, all eight of them, when you were on bedrest.”

“I thought that was an act of love.”

“Kindness.” He corrected because his heart hurt too much when she said love. “I was being kind. Though, if you want,” Again, his voice dipped into a purr, splaying out his arms wide in open invitation. “You could be kind enough to give me and my family a free round trip to Japan? I know you can do it.”

More scuttling as a low hiss escaped her maw. “That is a big, dimbly favor to ask.”

“I thought we were calling those acts of lo- kindness?”

“Why,” She drew the word out as she finally reached the bottom and pressed her broach. Suddenly, a swirl of light engulfed Big Mama and, with a whoosh of mystic energy that smelt like nutmeg, he watched as her stature began to diminish. Just as quickly, the light fractured and then separated into small motes of bioluminescent dust, casting a dim, golden glow around them. Now in human form, Big Mama stepped in close enough to touch. “Do you want to go to Japan?”

Without thinking, Splinter’s eyes trailed down then up and he swallowed. His heart was beginning to pick up, but certainly not from fear. He took a moment to gather himself. “My children need a vacation.”

Splinter takes one look at the S2 finale and the movie and decides that’s it, this family needs a break. Deals are made, mystic disguise brooches are acquired, itineraries are made, and with that, the family (including April!) are off on an exciting vacation to Japan! As with all scenarios involving the Hamato Clan, however, nothing goes so simply.

You’re getting so much bang for your buck picking up this fic. A family trip to Japan is charming in and of itself—and the author has done so much research on the country that some passages feels like taking a tour of your own—but this fic actually has a lot going on for it. How they even get to Japan involves some fun mystic worldbuilding, and the cloaking brooches open the door to interesting commentary on body dysphoria. And of course, things take quite a turn when the fam runs into a figure from Splinter’s past who has questions he struggles to answer. A refreshing story with creative ideas, Now That’s What I Call A Vacation! also has an excellent grasp on all of the characters, in and out of vacation mode. It’s a darling read.

odd man out by cosmocrow

22,676 words, 4/? chapters (last updated 10/29/2022)

Character Focus: Future Leonardo & Leonardo, Future Leonardo & Casey, The Hamato Family

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family Drama

“Master Splinter,” he greets, almost impressed by the fact that his voice isn’t wavering like he feared it would. “I’m sorry for barging in– like. Barging into your timeline? I– I can explain.” He really can’t, but that isn’t the point.

Splinter only raises a hand. “Don’t worry, Casey has brought us up to speed.” He turns to deposit the tray onto a cart, before folding his hands into the sleeve of his robe. Leonardo can feel those yellow eyes look him up and down as he straightens up again. Splinter takes a step closer, craning his short neck to be able to look Leonardo in the face. Melancholy dances on his features, but the rat smiles nonetheless.

“Look at you, you’ve gotten so tall, Leonardo.” The soft usage of his name almost makes Leonardo stumble. He hasn’t heard it from his father’s mouth in a long, long time. A familiar burn starts to prickle within his eyes, so he starts blinking in order to quell the itch, pressing his lips together, so his mouth won’t wobble. He isn’t sure why he’s trying – he knows that Splinter knows.

His father always knew everything.

Splinter steps even closer, lifting a hand from within the confines of his sleeves. Like a magnet, Leonardo bends down, so his dad can cup the side of his face. Gently, the old rat rubs his thumb into his cheek, just below his mask, over his red markings. Splinter’s sad little smile falls, and he tugs down the blue mask over Leonardo’s face.

“But,” he says softly, “you look so tired, my son.”

Several months after the movie’s conclusion, a familiar face from Casey’s averted bad future appears, just as everyone else is startling to settle back in. Predictably, this throws everything into confusion.

Tl;dr, Future Leonardo is sent back into the past and has to adjust back to a world sans apocalypse, and the family takes him in with open arms. Things between him and younger Leo are a lot more tenuous, but there’s a resolution early on that feels very true to their personalities—one less sure of himself, and the other who’s learned his lessons the hard way—that resonated strongly with me and made me fall in love with the story. Add to that some genuinely heartwarming moments with the family bonding, and you’re in for a good, if bittersweet time. 

Recoil by unorthodoxx

63,236 words, 10/10 chapters

Character Focus: Ensemble

Genre: Action, Team Bonding, Angst, Crossover

“Hey guys,” he yells.  “You might want to see this.”

It doesn’t take long for the three of them to spill into his lab.  Leo comes in first and drapes himself across the back of Donnie’s chair.  “What’s up?  You find the secret ingredient to Luenzo’s Pizza yet?”

“No,” Donnie scowls.  “They’re locked down tighter than Fort Knox, but it’ll fall soon.  They always do.  No fellas,” He enlarges the email, “We’ve been invited to a meet-up of sorts.”  

Raph’s hand settles heavily on his shoulder as the larger turtle leans in to read.  “Dear Genius Built…….Talk about…….agree to meet…..love…”

“IRONMAN!!?!?”  Mikey shouts.  “THE Ironman wants to meet us!”

“Wow,” Raph whistles.  “The Avengers.  That’s some top-level hero stuff.”

ROTTMNT crosses over with the MCU! Set in a world where both universes exist in the same setting, this fic takes place after the Krang Invasion, but fairly into the MCU’s history, long before the superheroes have their falling out. So long as you have any familiarity with the first Avengers movie, you’ll be able to follow the story fine, as it’s straightforward: the appearance of the Krang was as abrupt as their defeat, and Tony Stark can’t let sleeping dogs lie. After uncovering the turtles’ involvement, an in-person meeting is arranged to handle the fate of the Krang Key.

Most of this fic is just a fun excuse to let the ROTTMNT characters bounce off the MCU characters, and it’s fun to see who gets along and who doesn’t. That’s the thing I love in particular about this story—the author is true enough to their characterization that not everyone is friends by the end, in a way that makes whole sense. The Avengers are disasters themselves, after all. The plot of handling the key is done exceptionally well too, and there’s a lot of high octane action at the end that’s quite thrilling. If you’re looking for a good time, you’ll fine it in Recoil, and if you enjoyed it, there’s more where that came from! The author has planned out several other stories set later on in the same series, the first of which (where the turtles meet Spiderman) is already out. So keep an eye on that!

this kind of weather by ihaveathingforpink

21,526 words, 2/4 chapters (last updated 09/18/2022)

Character Focus: Leonardo & Michelangelo, Raphael & Donatello, Ensemble

Genre: Action, Hurt/Comfort, Crossover

“Well, if it is business you seek, Krang has a proposition for you. There are two turtles Krang wishes for you to…remove from the board as their tenacity has proven to be as obstructive as it is predictable. For our plans to proceed, it’s too dangerous for either to remain alive.”

Takeshi takes another sip before asking, “Turtles? As in the ninja turtles that reside beneath the city, whom everyone pretends doesn’t exist? The people of New York won’t be pleased if I do anything to harm their heroes.”

“Oh, I want you to do more than simply harm them. First, they need to suffer.”

“Suffering costs extra. I don’t do anything for free.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

“Yet you said two turtles when, last I checked, there’s four.”

“Ah, yes. They are of little concern to me. Krang only need you to get rid of two, and you must follow Krang's instructions precisely. Otherwise, you will fail. First, you will need to get rid of the little orange one; he may not look like much, but he’s one of the strongest mystic warriors of all time. I suggest you handle this one quickly—he can be quite slippery—but the blue one, Krang implores you to take your time.”

This story has one helluva hook. A surviving Krang puts a hit out on Mikey and Leo, and saying more than that would unfortunately spoil the twist of the first chapter. With just two chapters, though, this story is fascinating and deserves a lot more attention than it’s gotten. It has high stakes, great action, and is an emotional roller coaster that doesn’t let up. It’s also a bit of a crossover, though longstanding fans of the TMNT franchise will recognize these faces right away. That’s right, this is a crossover with Usagi Yojimbo! Besides characters of that series, though, there’s also a lot of familiar faces from previous TMNT series that Rise never got enough time to tackle, like Tiger Claw and Renet. 

You can probably guess from the latter’s name that things are about to get timey-wimey up in here, and you’d be correct. There’s an absolutely killer plot at work here, emphasis on the killer, and whether they want to or not the turtles have to take a divide and conquer approach to it while at one of their lowest points. Seriously, check this one out. 

Under Pressure by ParvumAutmaton

21,560 words, 4/4 chapters

Character Focus: The Boys & April

Genre: Suspense, Angst

“You know April, right?” The voice on the other end of the line asked. “You’re one of her gamer friends?”

Donnie blinked. The voice sounded familiar but that didn’t help him at the unholy hour where way too late morphed into way too early.

“And you are?”

“Her mother. Please, did she spend the night at your place?”

“No, she did not,” Donnie answered, forcing himself upright, his exhaustion evaporating with that question. “I believe she was planning on some extracurricular club activity yesterday afternoon. So we weren’t planning on seeing her.”

“I don’t suppose you know which club?”

“No, I do not.”

“Ok,” The waver Donnie heard in her voice implied that it wasn’t. “You will let me know if April gets in touch?”

“Of course Ms. O’Neil.”

The call ended.

Donnie stared at his phone.

One of the few fics on this list not set after the movie, this story takes place after the S2 finale on a dismal day when April goes missing. Investigating her disappearance leads the boys to a van and a lake, and an exploration on the dangers of cave diving. 

As you can guess from that description, this fic has quite the creative setup that’s both atmospheric and suspenseful. Be sure to heed the tags because it does get dark, but it’s still a great read, and the turtles’ determination to find their sister pulls at the heartstrings. 

➤ ➤ ➤ CANON DIVERGENT

big sister by Darth_Sunny

18,090 words, 6/? chapters (last updated 10/24/2022)

Character Focus: April & Family

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

April O’Neil wasn’t an only child anymore. She had four younger brothers, whom she loved with all her heart, and who she’d burned the world down for if anything were to happen to them. She’d fight every ancient mystic evil the world would throw at her if it meant keeping them safe. And if she couldn’t be there for them at the moment, she’d be there for them in the aftermath. She was their big sister, their oldest and only sister. : was the self-proclaimed protector, but even he needed someone to protect him and to help protect their younger brothers.

So that’s why, when she watched the portal close up, slicing the Technodrome in half, stopping the Kraang for good, knowing that he was trapped back in that prison dimension, April O’Neil felt her heart break into hundreds, thousands, millions of little pieces.

This one’s a fic following April’s perspective on the end of the invasion, from Leo’s sacrifice, to picking up Casey, and reuniting with the boys. It mostly follows canon, but there is a fairly major change revealed partway through that makes it canon divergent from the movie’s ending. It’s unclear if other changes will follow, but just in case it’s being slotted in the canon divergent category all the same. 

That’s not the focus, though. No, this fic is centered squarely on April and her relationship with the rest of the Hamato Clan. I love that it impresses how much April is a part of the family, and that the boys aren’t just her friends but her brothers, and that their pain is her pain. Watching the aftermath of the invasion unfold from her perspective is a fresh and evocative take. 

Like Father Like Son by eternalglitch

132,982 words, 25/? chapters (last updated 11/02/2022)

Character Focus: Everyone (Leo-centric)

Genre: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort

“Here, Boss!” Huginn darted back across the room, wings straining, as he carried a very… familiar…

“Uh, wait up, no,” Leo said, eyeing the blue object as Huginn dropped it into Draxum’s waiting hand. “Do you even know where that thing’s been? Have you properly washed it at least?”

Draxum’s roots suddenly shift, dragging Leo upright until he’s forced to stand on his tip-toes to have any sort of purchase. “I happened to have had it offered to me by the mutant that you call Meat Sweats,” Draxum said, admiring the collar (for that’s what it actually was, even if Leo had never called it that when it was just a gift from his brother) in the light. “He was quite helpful once I mentioned what I wanted to use it for.” Draxum started to approach, the collar held aloft.

“So, what,” Leo bit out. “You’re gonna stop me from saying my one-liners? Big whoop.”

“I think you’ll find,” Draxum coolly said. “That this has been modified to do so much more than that.”

This fic needs no introduction. In fact, there’s a high chance some of you heard of LFLS before they even saw Rise; I’ve heard of people who only watched the show just so they could read it! It’s the most popular fic in the fandom for a reason. If that’s scared you off, though, or if you’ve avoided it for other reasons, let me tell you why you should give it a chance. 

The fic takes some of Rise’s best villains and settings, and explores the darker sides of them (do heed the warnings in the tags). Leo goes through the absolute wringer, but the effect his disappearance has on his family plays a central part of the story as well, with all of the brothers getting full blown introspection and character arcs. Donnie’s in particular hurts me. The emotions are high and the plot is juicy, with some of the tightest writing the fandom has to offer, including intelligent plans and dialogue. As far as hurt/comfort goes, this is definitely a slow burn with a lot of angst, but the author has promised a happy ending. Between that and consistent updates (it’s been going strong for two years), what more could you ask for?

Three Days to Live by Werepirechick

93,992 words, 13/13 chapters

Character Focus: April & The Boys

Genre: Cyberpunk, Action, Human AU

The heiress and former target lowers her hands, keeping them placidly by her sides. “K-tech is a vicious, unrelenting company,” she says, glasses gleaming in the room’s light as she lifts her chin in defiance. “The people who run it are the same. They don’t let people get away, and they don’t leave loose ends. You were all on their shit list as much as I am, the second you signed on.”

Leo shifts his stance, tightening his grip on his gun. “So what are you proposing?” he asks coolly.

“Like y’all said. I’m the heiress to the company. In three days I’m going to walk into a courtroom, sign the papers that frees K-tech from the control of my guardian, and walk out the richest, most powerful person in North America.” O’Neil smiles bitterly. “That is, if I can survive the next seventy-two hours. That’s where you come in.”

“You want us to guard you,” Raph states.

Ohhh, this fic is an absolute gem. You can’t say no to a good Human AU in this fandom to start, but to top it off with a cyberpunk twist? Trust me, this is a match made in heaven. The plot kicks off when the boys—hitmen in this universe—are hired to take out April O’Neil, an heiress to one of the world’s largest tech companies. When things take a turn, she makes them a deal: protect her for three days instead, and she’ll make them rich beyond their wildest dreams.

The plot that follows is filled with danger, intrigue, and high octane action. The world is incredibly thought out and immersive, and makes for a great way to work ROTTMNT’s mystic powers into a new genre. The banter, though. If you’ve read any of Werepirechick’s other fics, you’d know that’s their specialty, and it’s no different here in Three Days to Live. While on the run from the powers seeking to destroy her, the boys and April bond and their friendship is perfection. The series also blends in characters from other iterations of the franchise, but it’s not too distracting, and for the most part remains firmly rooted in the Rise style. Do yourself a favor, and give this one a read!

Posted: 11/06/2022

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