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whataperfectwasteoftime · 9 months

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Spilled Ink

Pairing: Tattoo Artist Marcus Pike x f!reader

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary: Uhhh Marcus Pike as the world's softest tattoo artist that's it that's the fic.

Warnings: Lots of tattoo talk, obviously, which includes needles, tattoo guns, pain, mention of bleeding, etc.; reader is explicitly coded as neurodivergent because I said so; yearning; lots of kissing; Marcus Pike being a goddamn menace and he fucking knows it

A/N: @kedsandtubesocks made a post about Tattoo Artist Marcus Pike (original post HERE) and then I wrote 7.5k words in 12 hours, as one does. All credit for the idea goes to the amazing Erika who entrusted me with this idea and THANK GOD SHE DID because I don't think I could have gotten it out of my stupid brain otherwise. Header pics credit go to Erin @perotovar, who made these with Tattoo Artist Marcus Pike in mind and I'm just WOOFWOOFBARKBARKBARKBARKHOWL. Thanks also to @littlebirdsbookshelf who suffers through HOURS of me sending screenshots every time I write anything. Love you <3

Additional Note on Canon: I am pretending that we never got to see Marcus Pike in short sleeves in the show despite it happening twice. He has full sleeves on both his arms in this fic that he covered up during his time working at the FBI. Because sleeves are hot and I said so.

Masterlist

It’s not unusual, these days, to wander down the sidewalk staring at your phone. Some people are texting. Some people are reading the news–because hey, this is D.C. Others, like you on this brisk morning, are watching the little blue dot on a tiny representation of the city streets, trying to find the address you had typed into the search bar.

A text box pops up, informing you of your arrival, and you finally look up.

No wonder it took you so long to find the place–it’s hardly what you expected at all. You always picture tacky neon signs, bars on the windows, undesirables milling about on the street, smoking cigarettes.

Okay, so you admittedly don’t actually know much about tattoos.

All you know is that you want one–a fact you confessed to a friend over lunch the other week: a conversation that led you here.

“Okay, so get one,” she had said bluntly.

“It’s not all that simple,” you had protested.

“Why?”

“It’s just… it seems like a lot. Mentally. Physically. I’m not sure I have what it takes.”

“They don’t hurt that bad,” your friend had insisted.

“I’m not just talking about that, I’m talking about… y’know, just everything. The noise. New people. Strangers touching me. It just doesn’t seem like something I’ll be able to do.”

“Oh. Ohhh. Because of the… yep. Actually I might have something for you,” she said, taking out her phone and scrolling through that app that drives you crazy–it’s overstimulation in a convenient package–full of noise, chaos, and flashing lights.

She must have seen you pull a face, because she held out her hand placatingly.

“Just finding the name of the place, hang on. It’s a shop right here in DC that went ‘viral’ for this video of a guy with autism who wanted a tattoo to commemorate his dad, but he was only comfortable lying on the floor–so the tattoo artist just… got on the floor with him! It was really cute, and anyway I guess he caters to all sorts of people, so… I dunno. Check it out.”

And here you are. Checking it out.

The words “Government-Issued Ink” are spelled out on large windows, and the punny name–apt for its location not far from the Capitol–makes you snort.

The shop is bright, warm, and inviting–tearing down your outdated preconceptions that tattoo places must always be run-down, dark, and dingy. It’s also empty this early in the morning, save for a lone figure in the back, seated at a well-worn desk, his head pitched forward over his work.

He’s so enveloped in whatever he’s sketching that he must not have heard the light ringing of the bell as you had entered. You watch him for a few moments–taking in the graceful movements of his hand and the way his fingers grasp the pen. He’s dressed in a plain blue button-down dress shirt, which also doesn’t fit your assumed archetype of ‘Tattoo Artist.’ You can’t see his face; his head is leaning forward too much and a few short locks of dark brown hair obscure your view.

Suddenly wondering if you’re being incredibly rude, staring at someone without announcing your presence, you open your mouth to introduce yourself.

“Um.”

While not exactly eloquent, it serves its purpose. The man startles and looks up in surprise.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, jumping to his feet and letting the pen clatter carelessly to the desk. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s okay,” you shake your head rapidly. “I was, um…” You blink a few times, your nerves getting the better of you as the man comes around his desk to approach the front of the store.

“Interested in a walk-in consultation?” he offers, holding out his hands in a gesture that could either be an open invitation or a shrug.

“I don’t know,” you confess quietly. “I was thinking about getting, uh, a tattoo, and I was told this shop was… good. With tattoos. And other stuff.”

“Other stuff?” he chuckles, smiling warmly.

“You know… with people who… might not be good at getting tattoos.”

“What makes you think you aren’t ‘good at getting tattoos?’”

“A hunch,” you shrug, expelling a little huff of laughter through your nose. “I was told to ask for a Marcus Pike?”

The man’s smile widens. “You’re looking at him.”

Oh. You aren’t sure what you expected, but it wasn’t this. Marcus Pike is well-dressed and clean-cut, almost startlingly so. You scan up and down, looking for any sign that this man could possibly be a tattoo artist, but the only evidence you can find is a small black target inked between his thumb and forefinger on his right hand. Don’t… tattoo artists usually have more ink? Of course, with him almost completely covered from head to toe, you obviously can’t create a full picture of Marcus’s skin, but the fact that he wouldn’t look out of place in one of the nearby government buildings still takes you by surprise.

You realize you haven’t said anything in response, but Marcus doesn’t seem to be bothered by your deer-in-headlights stare. Instead, he grins again and steps sideways, extending his arm in a silent invitation to come deeper into the shop.

“Come on in. If you’d like, go ahead and sit wherever you want, and we can talk about it. No pressure,” he promises. “I’m not here to push ink on you like a used car salesman; I’m here to collaborate with you. Figure out what you really want. And, if what you want ends up being ‘nothing,’ I totally support that, too.”

There’s something innate and intrinsic about Marcus Pike that sets you completely at-ease. You cast your eyes around, taking in the eclectic seating in the shop–all mismatched, all different colors, styles, and shapes, but all looking incredibly comfortable and inviting. You settle on a giant turquoise beanbag that seems to swallow you whole when you sink down into it, and Marcus grins and sits down in the bright yellow saucer chair beside it.

“So at the very least, you’re thinking about a tattoo,” Marcus leads. “Can you tell me about that?”

You nod, feeling encouraged by his openness. “Yeah, so… my mom, she passed away a couple of years ago, and it just seemed like I should… memorialize her in some way. Like, in a way that leaves its mark on me like she left a mark on me, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about the idea of getting some kind of permanent art that commemorates her.”

“That’s a great idea,” Marcus says softly. “Lots of people choose to do that after losing a loved one.”

“Yeah, the only problem is that I’m not good with um… noise, or people touching me, or… pain, really,” you confess. “I’m like, the worst candidate for getting a tattoo that exists.”

Marcus chuckles softly and shakes his head. “Personally, I don’t believe that. I think anyone can get a tattoo done if they want it, provided they get it done in a way that feels safe and comfortable.”

“My friend, she uh, recommended your shop because apparently you’ve done some stuff for people with autism and it went viral on TikTok…” you ramble, “and I thought maybe that meant you’d be a good fit for… for me.”

Understanding flickers in Marcus’s expression, and he nods, a small smile spreading across his face. “I hope so,” he says with quiet earnesty.

A beat passes–just a few seconds of silence–but something small and soft and warm settles down between the two of you, and the comforting feeling sinks down into the pit of your stomach and stays there, latent and waiting.

“So, let’s talk design,” Marcus announces. “Do you have anything in mind? Any images or ideas, however vague? I can do anything from replicating designs to building something completely from scratch for you.”

“I like the idea of it being a unique piece,” you tell him.

“I prefer original designs too,” he says. “Not to sound incredibly cheesy, but there’s no one like you, you know? In–In the general sense, of course.” He chuckles sheepishly, looking down at his hands. “I like knowing each person that comes in here leaves with something unique. Something all their own—I’m rambling,” he says quickly, the tips of his ears turning slightly pink. “One thing about me is that I talk too much. Anyway–did you have any ideas you can share with me about what you’d like?”

“I don’t have a good image in my mind,” you confess anxiously. After all, how can he build a design based on the swirling, disjointed images in your brain? “I think I want it to be colorful, like she was. And… I keep getting thoughts about, I dunno, the cyclical nature of life, something corny like that.”

Marcus laughs. “Sometimes the corny stuff is what sticks with us. So, colorful and commenting on the cyclical nature of life,” he lists off on his fingers, still grinning. “Anything else?”

“I’ve looked through your galleries online,” you tell him. “You have a few that look like watercolor paintings, and I really love how they look.”

He nods thoughtfully. “I’m gonna throw out an idea—Feel free to tell me ‘no,’ because I’m just brainstorming here, but I keep thinking about a tree of life. The leaves could easily be done in watercolor and could be any combination of colors you want.” His right hand twitches–as if reaching for a phantom pen–as he speaks, and his gaze seems to be fixed on a spot on the wall, his eyes glimmering with enthusiasm as he starts to speak faster.

“You could have the leaves and the roots connecting on the sides, making a circle, maybe even having her birth date and death date embedded in the roots…” He blinks rapidly a few times, as if dispelling the image from his head. “Anyway. That’s a possibility.”

“I think that’s amazing,” you say softly, watching Marcus with something like amazement in your expression. “Actually… I really like that idea. It sounds… perfect.”

“Oh,” he intones softly, looking at you in surprise as a bright, toothy smile breaks across his face. “Oh. Well then, let’s do it, huh? One final question: where do you envision getting it?”

“I was thinking on my shoulder. Here,” you indicate, pressing your hand to the skin of your upper arm. “That way it’s visible when I want it to be, but easily hidden if for some reason it needs to be.”

“That’s perfect,” Marcus says. “Plus, the circular design will go really well there. Okay. Great. Um, some things to know about the process. We’ll exchange emails, and you can contact me at any time with any questions, concerns, ideas, changes, anything. In the meantime, I’ll get started on a design for you, and I’ll share initial sketches that you can give feedback on before I move to the final stages of the design. It’ll take a couple of weeks, maximum, depending on any changes you ask for. My only request is that you’re always honest with your feedback–don’t tell me you like something when you don’t. I promise, it won’t hurt my feelings.” He grins widely. “After that, you book an appointment on a day that works best for you. I almost always book the whole day for the appointment to factor in time for copious breaks and making sure you feel comfortable. Does that work for you?”

You nod eagerly.

“Last question,” Marcus says. “Is it okay if I get a close-up picture of your upper arm? That way I can make sure it fits the curvature of your arm, it’s the right size, stuff like that.”

“Mhmm,” you nod again, pressing your lips together and trying not to look nervous. Thank god you wore a sleeveless top under your sweater.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he insists.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you say quickly, removing just the one arm from your outer layer and pulling it aside.

You watch as Marcus grabs a little ‘point-and-shoot’ digital camera from his desk and comes back to your side.

“This is just used for design purposes,” he promises. “I delete them after the design is done.”

“I trust you.”

His resulting expression could light an entire room. “Thank you,” he answers quietly. “Okay. Super close-up, just your arm. Cool?”

“Cool,” you confirm, and you hear the camera click several times.

“Actually,” Marcus says, still staring thoughtfully at your bare shoulder. “Would it be okay if I made a couple of little marks–washable marker, of course–to make sure the dimensions are how you want them?”

Oh. You normally don’t like it when people touch you. You knew it was going to happen eventually, obviously, because how else was he going to get the design onto your skin? But it was something you had planned on working yourself up to, not something you had to do today. On the other hand, something about Marcus’s entire bearing makes you inexplicably ache to be touched by him.

“‘No’ is an acceptable response,” he interrupts your dithering with a quiet reassurance.

And actually, that works to seal the deal for you, and your decision is made in an instant.

“Yes. You can. That’s fine.” And, to your surprise, you mean it.

Marcus seems just as surprised at your answer–his eyebrows shoot upward almost comically at your response.

“Okay,” he says softly. “That’s perfect. Hang on.” He jumps up again to retrieve a black marker–from what was clearly a children’s set of washable markers. He meets your eyes, and again you take in that sincere, earnest, patient look that endeared you to this man from the moment you entered the little shop.

“Is it okay if I touch your arm?” he asks quietly, still watching you carefully as you nod.

“Tell me if that changes,” he murmurs, dropping his gaze to your shoulder again. His touch, when you feel it, is just as warm as you’d imagined. He’s gentle, cautious, and when he speaks again, his voice remains at that same, soft volume and tone. “I’m envisioning being from about here–” he makes a little black dot, “–to here. What do you think?”

You nod. It’s the perfect size–large enough to cover your shoulder but stopping just above the point where the sleeve of a regular t-shirt would hit.

“That’s perfect.”

“Okay, so that’s–” he tsks softly, measuring the distance with his finger, “–about four inches, so that same distance across, and–” he makes two more marks on either side of your shoulder. “About like that. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you answer, smiling with enthusiasm.

“Great! Let me just…” Marcus draws a few short lines denoting the proposed boundary of your design, and you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes you at the cool tip of the marker on your skin.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “One more picture?”

At your nod, the camera clicks one last time.

“Like I said, that’ll wash off with soap, no problem,” he promises with a smile. “Thanks for that, makes it easier to scale.” He grabs two business cards off his desk and hands them to you. “Can you write your email on this one for me? And you can keep the other one. Like I said, anything you need, just email me. And uh, barring that, you’ll be hearing from me in a week or so with a rough sketch. Okay?”

You scribble down your email and hand the card back to Marcus before pulling your sweater back over your bare arm. You slip the other card into your purse and rise to your feet. “Thanks,” you say, nodding to him.

“Hey, no–thank you,” Marcus returns. “Thanks for entrusting me with this. I mean it.”

Surprising yourself, you extend your hand toward him, and, when he takes it, you feel enveloped with warmth again.

“Thanks,” repeat, a little bit more breathlessly this time, before turning and hurrying out of the shop before you can embarrass yourself any further.

Your shoulder still tingles from his touch hours later.

Rather than it being a week before you hear from him, you receive an email from Marcus Pike just three days later.

Subject: Initial Sketch

Hello,

Please see attached. It’s just pencil for now, but I made a note of the general blocks of color I was thinking for the leaves. You’ll see what I mean when you open the file. Sorry, I know it’s a pretty rough sketch, I was just excited to get this to you. I look forward to your feedback!

Best regards,

Marcus :)

Eagerly, you open the attachment. First of all, there’s nothing “rough” about the sketch other than the fact that it’s just penciled in. The details are already so intricate, and you find yourself smiling in amazement as you take in the design.

It’s beautiful.

Brackets, each labeled with a different color in Marcus’s neat, tidy handwriting, surround the top of the tree. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Violet.

At the bottom of the image is another handwritten note: *All the colors will blend together and the result should look like a rainbow.

Tears spring, unbidden, to your eyes, as you feverishly type out your response.

Subject: Re: Initial Sketch

Marcus,

I really don’t know what to say other than it’s perfect. It’s absolutely perfect. Made me tear up. Look forward to seeing it in color.

Thanks again!

Not even five minutes go by before your phone vibrates with another email.

Subject: Re: Re: Initial Sketch

I’m sorry if I made you cry! Obviously wasn’t my intention but I’m glad the design evokes emotion :) I’ll move forward with the design as-is and you should hear from me soon with a full-color image.

Marcus :)

You can’t wait. The next week and a half stretches out excruciatingly, but finally, on a Wednesday evening, you receive another email.

Subject: Final Design

Hey there!

Hope you’ve been doing well. Thought you might like to see the final design of your tattoo ;) See attached and let me know if anything needs to be changed. Be critical! Don’t hold anything back! Once we agree on a final piece, we’ll get you on the calendar.

Best regards,

Marcus :)

Your mind skims over the fact that Marcus used a winking-face emoji in your email, because you honestly aren’t equipped to process that right now, and open the attachment instead. This time, you start crying in earnest. It’s perfect. The colors are so vibrant, and they make the tree look as though it’s in a constant state of movement. Your mom’s birth and death dates are entwined seamlessly into the roots themselves, in a way that makes them not readily apparent at first glance, but seeming to just appear out of nowhere upon further inspection.

Subject: Re: Final Design

Marcus,

If I had any critical feedback, I would share it, I promise. But I have nothing. This is everything I’d imagined and more, and it means the world to me.

Thank you so much.

After a few more messages back and forth, you settle on a date one month out.

You can’t wait.

As excited as you’ve been for the past month, when you step foot back into Marcus’s little tattoo parlor, the air of finality makes your body thrum with anxiety.

You’re really doing this.

Marcus is at the back of the shop, busying himself with setting up his workspace when you enter. Today, he’s wearing a dark green henley that looks just as soft as he is, and seems to complement his features even more. As soon as he hears the chimes, his head snaps up, and he grins widely.

“Hey!” he calls out excitedly. “Just getting everything ready. Do you want something to drink before we get started? I’ve got water, juice, soda…” he trails off, waving his hand in the direction of a mini-fridge in the corner.

“I’m okay for now.”

“Sounds good, but when we take a break, you should have some juice or something else with a bit of sugar in it, okay?” You nod, and he continues. “Okay! Where do you want to sit?”

“Don’t I have to sit in the chair over there?” you ask, gesturing to the traditional chair and bench near Marcus’s work table.

“Not at all,” he protests. “The table is mobile, I bring it to wherever you feel comfortable.”

“Oh,” you say dumbly. “I’ll go ahead and sit in the chair, though.” Of all the options, it looks like the easiest–you aren’t entirely sure how Marcus would be able to comfortably tattoo you whilst sitting on a bean bag chair.

“Your choice,” he insists, spreading his hands out in an open and unguarded stance.

You settle in the chair and he sits down on a rolling stool beside you.

“Okay, so I’ve got a stencil of your design here,” Marcus says, holding up a paper with an outline of the tree for you to see. “It’ll transfer onto your skin exactly how you want it to go, and I’ll just trace it. Make sense?”

“Yep,” you nod.

“Before I do that, though, I have to make sure nothing interferes with the design, including tiny little hairs.” He holds up a pink safety razor. “Are you comfortable with me doing this for you?”

At your tentative nod of consent, Marcus leans forward and gently swipes the razor up and down your shoulder until he’s satisfied. His eyes dart between your skin and your face the entire time–making sure you’re still with him. After he’s done, he talks you through the stencil–confirming its location, gently applying it to your shoulder, and then holding up a mirror for you to approve.

“It’s great,” you whisper excitedly.

Marcus returns your smile and begins to absentmindedly roll up his sleeves in preparation to start working–-and the question about tattoos that you’d asked yourself upon first seeing the man is suddenly and unexpectedly answered.

You can’t help the soft sound of surprise that escapes from you when you catch the colorful patchwork of designs on both of his forearms, disappearing under the pushed-up henley and suggesting that they go all the way up.

Marcus catches you staring and grins, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

“I didn’t know,” you say softly. “You keep them covered up.”

“Force of habit,” Marcus shrugs. “I had a desk job for a long time.”

“Doing what?” you ask, curiously. You can’t see the man doing anything but this.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” he jokes, winking in your direction.

Ignoring how the wink makes your heart stutter in your chest, you bark out a laugh at his answer. “What? Were you like a secret agent or something?” you tease.

“Special Agent,” he corrects, grinning.

“Get out,” you deadpan. “I can’t imagine you as a Fed.”

Marcus shrugs, giving you another one of his boyish, crooked smiles. “Would’ve been fifteen years this year had I not finally seen the writing on the wall and run for the hills a couple of years ago.”

“What made you leave?”

He laughs softly, shaking his head. “That’s a long story. How sensitive are you to noise?” he asks, abruptly changing the subject.

“Uh, I dunno. Kind of depends on the day and the situation,” you shrug.

“Fair. Well, I usually let newcomers listen to what the gun actually sounds like, so there are no surprises. If it’s too loud, I do have noise canceling headphones.”

And miss out on hearing Marcus’s soft-spoken reassurances? No matter how loud the tattoo gun is, you’d rather endure it just to be able to hear him talk.

Marcus turns the instrument on, and the room is filled with a mild buzzing sound. On your worst days, admittedly, it would probably grate upon your nerves, but you’re feeling relaxed, comfortable, and excited about your new tattoo.

“It’s not bad,” you tell him truthfully.

“Perfect,” he grins. “Are you all set to get started?”

Heart rate increasing with pleasant anticipation, you nod giddily.

“I’m obviously gonna be touching your arm a lot,” Marcus says, “so let me know if you need a break from that, the noise, the needle, anything.” Seeing your solemn nod, he continues. “I’m gonna do a little dot right here to let you see how it feels, okay?” He gently touches his index finger to your skin to indicate where.

“Okay.”

The gun turns on again, and Marcus presses it lightly against your skin for just a second before pulling back.

“...That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“I thought it would hurt more,” you confess.

Marcus laughs. “Well, the same feeling over and over again in a small area can start to be pretty uncomfortable. I’ll check in regularly to make sure you’re still doing fine. Good?”

You smile widely. “I’m really excited.”

His smile softens, his gaze becoming warmer and more tender. “I’m glad.”

His other hand gently cradles your arm as Marcus leans in, a look of intense concentration settling over his features as he begins the design. Engrossed in his work, you take the time to study his forearms. They’re a hodgepodge of designs, clearly done at different times and by different artists, but you can see themes throughout. He likes classic styles, you can tell, and in between some of the more traditional works you can see beautiful references to an assortment of famous paintings. A Dali melting clock here. A sunflower clearly inspired by Van Gogh there. On his opposite bicep, you can just barely make out the side of one design that looks like it might be of a Greek statue. Tilting your head, you realize it’s Nike alighting on the bow of a warship, and you inhale sharply. That’s one of your favorite sculptures.

“Still okay?” Marcus asks, glancing up at you with concern in his eyes.

“Sorry.” You shake your head quickly.

“Just checking,” he says softly. “Try to be just a little more still, okay?”

“Sorry,” you repeat, laughing sheepishly.

“Don’t be, you’re doing great.”

You try to fight the way your entire body seems to grow warm at Marcus’s praise, but you can’t stop the way the feeling stampedes through you. You’re being ridiculous, you chastise yourself. He’s doing his job, and you’re getting all moony-eyed.

In order to distract yourself, you continue playing ‘Spot the Famous Artwork’ on Marcus’s sleeves–although, as distractions go, it’s not your best work. You can’t help but focus in on the way his forearm cords with muscle as he holds the tattoo gun, controlling each movement so delicately and precisely, creating a beautiful, intricate design on your shoulder.

After finding a bit of yellow patchwork that's clearly a reference to Gustav Klimt's The Kiss near his right elbow, you break your silence.

“You like art, huh?”

It seems like a stupid thing to say to a fucking tattoo artist of all people, and you immediately kick yourself internally for saying something so obvious.

Marcus glances up, and, seeing how your eyes are focused on his own ink, smiles. “Always have,” he murmurs, returning his gaze to your shoulder. “Some of those are years-old.”

“Is that how you got into being a tattoo artist?” you ask.

“Sort of,” he answers, brow pinched in concentration as he continues working. “I uh, apprenticed for a shop in college to pay the bills before going to Quantico for training.”

“You’re really talented,” you tell him. “I was surprised to find out you haven’t been doing this your whole life.”

Marcus hums his appreciation as he carefully fills in a root.

“Can I ask what made you join the FBI instead of opening your own place after college?”

He huffs a little laugh through his nose. “Parents would have killed me, going to college and then doing nothing with it.”

“Running a small business isn’t exactly doing nothing,” you point out.

“Well, public opinion on tattoos wasn’t what it is now,” Marcus says. “They were scandalized by my apprenticeship, but it paid the bills, so they couldn’t complain too loudly.”

“Was it them who wanted you to join the FBI?”

“Mm, not so much,” he murmurs. “It was more like ‘whatever you want to do, so long as you can make a lucrative career out of it.’ Being an artist wasn’t one of those things, so in lieu of becoming one myself, I decided I wanted to protect them instead.”

You scrunch up your nose. “Protect them how?”

Marcus grins up at you and waggles his eyebrows playfully. “Art crimes,” he answers. “Being an art detective was kind of in the limelight in the early ‘nineties after the famous Gardner Museum theft, and I got swept up in the craze.”

“So you spent the last fifteen-ish years recovering stolen art,” you fill in for him.

“Stolen, forged, looted, illegally traded or smuggled…” Marcus offers, not breaking his concentration again. He wasn’t wrong–the repeated drag of the needle across what felt like the same square centimeter of your skin was starting to wear on you.

“Uh-huh,” you say, forcing the discomfort out of your tone.

Noticing the tightness in your voice immediately, Marcus’s movements stop. “Feeling okay?”

You shrug.

The gun switches off.

“You gotta be honest about how you’re feeling,” he reminds you. “I might be able to create designs based off of customers’ vague descriptions, but that doesn’t make me a mind-reader.”

“It’s a little uncomfortable, but I can endure it,” you insist.

“There’s no need to endure something that’s painful,” Marcus argues with an amused smile. “Even if it involves choosing to repeatedly jamming a needle into your skin.”

You can’t help but laugh, and your heart swells when he joins you.

“C’mere,” he says. “Let me show you something.”

You let him lead you to the other side of the shop, where he stops in front of a large storage cabinet that you'd assumed held various supplies. When he opens it, however, you find that isn’t the case at all.

No, the entire cabinet is filled to the brim with a collection of stuffed animals just as eclectic and varied as the furniture. There's also a couple of shoeboxes filled with every manner of fidget toy you could ever imagine.

"You can grab one, if you want. I know it might feel kind of goofy, but I promise they help with the pain."

"Okay," you breathe. Your gaze lingers first on the IKEA shark, then on a very soft-looking cactus with an adorable grumpy expression, but when your gaze lands on the largest and arguably oddest toy in the collection, your hands can't help but move toward it.

"The big guy, huh?" Marcus laughs, taking the giant squid off of the shelf and placing it in your arms. You have to laugh at how large and ungainly it is; its massive black eyes stare vacantly back at you, but the effect is dopey, rather than menacing.

"Where do you get all of these?" you ask in amazement.

"Most of them are gifts from past clients, including that one," Marcus says, indicating the squid. "But I think he originally came from the Smithsonian. I was told his name is 'Cthulhu, Lord of the Deep.'"

"Thank you," you say in a small, appreciative voice.

"'S'fine," Marcus shrugs. "Feel up to continuing?"

You nod, looking down at your partially-inked shoulder. "Guess you didn't get very far before I had to stop," you remark, somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"It's not a race," your artist says earnestly. "We've got the whole day, and we go at your pace. You're paying me, after all." Another wink in your direction.

"Yeah," you nod, confidence growing again. "Yeah, okay." You plop down in your seat, with Cthulhu in your lap, and Marcus takes his place beside you.

“Gonna turn this back on again,” he announces as the now-familiar buzz fills the room, “and I’m gonna touch your arm–” his fingers wrap warmly and gently around your skin, “–annnd here we go.”

The needle scratches insistently against your skin, but it isn’t so bad–not really, not with the hilarious giant squid on your lap and Marcus’s gentle, soothing voice in your ear. He talks while he works, sometimes asking you questions about your own life–to which he listens intently and always seems to have follow-up questions–and sometimes telling you stories of his own. You discuss art, obviously, but also music, books, movies, and baseball of all things.

You find yourself wondering if he has this type of easy rapport with everyone who comes in, but you assume he must. He might be the most disarming person you’ve ever met, and it’s hardly a stretch to believe he’s like this with everyone. Still, there’s an ugly, jealous part of you that wishes the connection between you was unique, special. That he’s only this warm with you.

Marcus was right–squeezing the stuffed toy on your lap is a perfect distraction from the discomfort of the needle, and before long, the sensation fades into the background. As the time drags on, though, the persistent drone of the tattoo gun causes an ache to creep in and settle between your eyes. You take in a deep breath through your nose, count to three, and exhale slowly through your mouth.

Marcus glances up, watching you for a split-second before cutting power to the gun and stretching his back with a satisfied sigh.

“Break time,” he announces. “Hand’s getting a bit sore.” He shoots you a knowing glance and another one of those crooked smiles. “And you should probably have a little something to drink, maybe a snack.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you say gratefully as he walks over to the little fridge.

“Apple juice?” he asks, holding up a little juice box that looks slightly comical in his large hands. When you nod enthusiastically, he hands it to you.

His fingers brush yours.

If it were anyone else, you’d recoil, but it’s him. It might just be the forced proximity, but…

You’re developing quite the crush on Marcus Pike.

Shoving the thought aside for the moment, you stab the straw into the little hole and take a long sip. Marcus settles down beside you with his own choice–a little can of vegetable juice–and holds it up in a silent ‘cheers.’

Feeling emboldened, you ask the question that’s been burning in your mind since you started.

“So what made you leave the whole ‘helping other artists’ thing behind and start a tattoo business instead?”

Marcus presses his lips together, and for a moment, you fear you’ve crossed a boundary. Just before you’re about to apologize profusely, though, he speaks.

“Have you ever just… woken up one morning, and realized that everything you were working toward, everything you thought you wanted in life… was a lie?”

“I… I don’t know,” you confess quietly, surprised at the emotion behind his words.

“Happened to me,” he laughs softly. “I had moved to DC for what I thought was my dream job, with who I thought was–” he shakes his head, as though dispelling an unpleasant thought. “I had spent my entire life checking boxes: College degree? Check. Well-paying job? Check. House? Check. Check, check check. I spent so much time trying to get ahead, like life was some kind of game to be won. If I said all the right things, did all the right things, if I did everything right… I’d have the life I wanted.”

“What was the life you wanted?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

“It was bullshit, is what it was. Saw one too many rom-coms as a kid, I suppose. I thought I was after the picket fence, the dog, the wife and two-point-five kids, that sort of thing. And one morning I woke up, realized that… that relentless pursuit of something I couldn’t even hold–it was all bullshit.”

“So you just… quit?”

“I quit. I wanted to create things again. I wanted to feel inspired. After a bit of uh… frantic soul-searching before I ran out of money entirely, I sold my stupid, too-big condo that I hated and bought this shop instead.”

“Did it work?”

“Well, I’m not bankrupt yet,” Marcus says dryly.

“No, I mean… did you feel inspired again?”

“I did. I do. So very much so,” he says, his voice soft and gentle. His eyes flick up to meet yours, and that comfortable warmth that had settled in between you the first time you had met him… grows. Mutates. Until the warm, tingling feeling feels a lot more like electricity.

An unspoken moment seems to pass through you, but then Marcus clears his throat roughly, setting the empty can aside and standing again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Wanna keep going?”

Breathlessly, you nod.

In no time at all, you’re settled back in the chair with one of Marcus’s warm, strong, large hands cradling your arm as the other gently wields the tattoo gun. As he starts to fill in and blend the colors, the pain starts to increase, and you worry one of the fuzzy tentacles back and forth in your hand as you grit your teeth.

“I know, I know,” Marcus soothes quietly. “The color’s the worst part, but you’re being so good for me.”

It helps you to watch him work, so you do. He’s blending in the colors now, and you watch with interest as it starts to take shape. It’s so mesmerizing that you hardly even notice the buzz of the gun or the light sting of the needle anymore.

“And you said you ‘weren’t good at tattoos,’” he teases gently, noticing your obvious interest.

“Did I say that?” you laugh, teasing back.

“I believe your words were, ‘I’m like the worst candidate for getting a tattoo that exists.’” he reminds you. “And look at you now, huh?”

You duck your head at his praise, unable to withstand the intensity and honesty in his gaze.

“Doing okay after all, I guess,” you say with a sheepish smile.

“You’re doing amazing,” Marcus corrects, smiling warmly. “The type of client any artist dreams of.”

You don’t know how to respond to the things this man says to you. Stunned and at a loss for words, you stare awkwardly at your hand where it still wraps around Cthulhu, Lord of the Deep.

“I’m sorry.” The words are soft, concerned. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just meant that your enthusiasm and your curiosity is the stuff that makes me want to be an artist in the first place.”

“Are you saying I inspire you?” you try to tease, but it falls flat.

Just audibly, over the hum of the tattoo gun, you hear his whispered response.

“Yes.”

As Marcus wipes away the last of the stray ink on the purple bit of tree, the tattoo gun suddenly switches off. The silence is almost shocking, and you blink rapidly in confusion.

“Break time?” you ask.

Marcus chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. “It’s all done.”

“It is?” you ask, although you can see the answer for yourself in the large mirrored wall to your right.

“How’s it feel?” he asks.

“My arm kind of aches,” you confess, “but oh my God, Marcus… it’s beautiful.”

It’s his turn to preen under your praise, the tips of his ears blushing pink as he grins back at you.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says softly. “Here, let me give you a little something for the pain.”

He squeezes a glob of light-green cooling gel and coats the angry skin with the barest of touches. “Still okay?” he asks, glancing up at you for confirmation.

After the harshness of the needle, the soft press of his fingers is more soothing than ever, and you have to resist the urge to sigh and melt into his touch.

“Yes,” you whisper.

“You’re going to want to keep this covered for a couple of hours, up to overnight,” Marcus says as he carefully applies a dressing to your shoulder–still softly, but more businesslike than before as he walks you through all of the instructions for care. “Once you take this off tomorrow, you’ll probably see some fluid leaking from it–that’s totally normal. It’s blood, plasma, and extra ink, and it should stop after a few days before it starts to scab over.

“You’ll want to keep it from drying out; I’d recommend scent-free, dye-free lotion if you don’t already have some,” he continues. “Wash it twice a day and put lotion on after. When it starts to scab, I can’t stress this enough: don’t pick the scabs.” He gives you a serious look. “Repeat that back to me.”

“Don’t pick the scabs.”

“If you do, you could cause it to scar, or even pull out the ink. One more time for me,” he prompts, and you get the feeling that this is always the sticking point in his speech.

“Don’t pick the scabs,” you repeat.

“It’ll take three to four months for the lower layers of skin to completely heal,” Marcus tells you. “During that time, keep it out of the sun, keep it hydrated, and you’re in the clear.”

“And don’t pick the scabs,” you say teasingly.

Marcus winks at you. “Exactly. Any other questions for me?”

“No, just… thank you. It’s amazing,” you tell him. “You did such an incredible job.”

“Hard not to, when I have such a beautiful canvas.”

Your eyes dart up, expecting to see a teasing glint in his eyes, but all you can see is heartfelt sincerity. You swallow thickly, and he tracks the movement, his eyes dropping down, then back up to meet your eyes. Is it… not just you? Does he feel it, too? Realization slams through you and threatens to overload all of your systems. Marcus’s lips are parted slightly, and the look in his eyes… it’s desire.

“Marcus…”

“Wait,” he says urgently. “Hang on. Come… come over here for a minute, let me–” he dashes awkwardly over to the till on the counter and gives you your total. Frowning in confusion–he wants to do this now? Interrupting that electric moment that had passed between you?–you dutifully swipe your card and numbly take the receipt.

“Now you’re no longer my client,” Marcus explains softly. “I–sorry–I was about to throw caution to the wind and kiss you, and I didn’t… I didn’t want to be unethical, I–”

“Yes,” you say simply, giving your response to his un-asked question.

It’s all he needs to stride forward, gently take your face in his warm palms, and, seeing no hesitation in your eyes even as he searches your face desperately—presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is as soft and as tender as the man himself, which hardly surprises you. Your eyes slip closed as his lips move against you with aching caution. He’s careful in all things, including this–taking your cues, giving you the lead, letting you feel everything he’s giving you.

All too quickly, he pulls back–but his eyes only sweep your face again, a growing smile on his lips as he sees nothing but want reflected back at him.

When he lowers his lips to yours again, he’s less gentle. One large hand leaves your face too hook around your waist, pulling you closer, closer–and when the proximity causes you to gasp softly, Marcus is ready. His tongue gently slips between your parted lips and you practically melt into him. When your knees buckle, his strong arms are what keep you standing upright, and still–

He can’t seem to stop kissing you.

You break before he does–pulling back to suck in a few shaky, heaving breaths, and he smiles through his own labored breathing.

“I wanted–I–” he begins, before hastily pressing another kiss to the corner of your mouth as if he can’t help but do so.

“I’ve thought of you,” he tries again. “I thought of you like this for the last month,” the confession finally spills out. “I wanted to–wanted to kiss you so badly all day, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t let myself.” He kisses you again. “But now,” he promises, whispering the words against your mouth. “Now I’m gonna get my fill.”

To punctuate his statement with one of your own, you slant your head and deepen the kiss, wrapping one hand around Marcus’s neck and pulling him closer still. He makes a soft noise in his throat, and the grip on your waist tightens. You lose yourself completely to the feel of his tongue sliding slowly against yours, until he suddenly pulls back.

“I’m doing this all wrong,” he whispers–although he’s still smiling. “I wanted to ask you out to dinner, first.”

“So ask me,” you say with a giggle.

“Come have dinner with me,” Marcus murmurs, shaking his head in quiet amusement as he steals another gentle kiss. “Right now. Tonight.”

“You might have to open all the doors,” you tease. “My arm hurts.”

Another kiss.

“I’m wounded that you think I wouldn’t open every door regardless.”

“Are you always such a gentleman?” you remark with a wry smile.

Another.

“Well,” Marcus grins wolfishly. He places on last, lingering kiss on your lips and then makes a show of offering his arm. “Not always.”

#marcus pike #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #pedro pascal

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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The One With The Home Movies (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett find some old home movies of his parents and decide to watch them

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, mentions of custody battles, Royal being a pain in Cecelia's ass etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @bradleybeachbabe @callmemana @attapullman

"Jeebus, Mary and Joseph, how fuckin hard is it to find a fuckin Disney movie in this house?" Rhett muttered under his breath as he went through the box of video tapes in the closet.

His efforts weren't proving much as he tried to find a movie that wouldn't scare the bejesus out of Amy, despite the fact that she was only six months old and wouldn't be paying attention. Hercules? That was always a good one.

"The hell?"

He pulled a videotape from the box, the masking tape on the side labeled "Roy and Cece, '92-'93". He set it aside and kept searching, finding a bunch of others labeled with his parents' names and their dates stretching all the way back to at least 1985.

"Whatcha lookin for Rhett?" Royal asked him.

"Tryna find a movie for Amy, all I found was uh......Hercules and......this," Rhett answered.

Royal took the tape from him, laughing a little. "Not sure if she's gonna wanna watch this," he chuckled. "Completely forgot about this one."

"What? Ya'll made a sex tape back in the day?"

Rhett laughed as Royal swatted at him, missing him by barely an inch. "You're somethin else boy," Royal told him. "I'll pop it in after lunch and we'll see what's on it."

As soon as his father's back was turned, Rhett made a face and thrust his hips back and forth, thinking Royal wouldn't notice.

As soon as lunch was over and Amy had been put upstairs for a nap, you and Rhett gathered in the living room with his parents to see what horrors lay in wait on the videotape.

"Hope it still works," Cecelia said, crawling under the fuzzy throw blanket with Royal.

The VCR clicked and the video began playing, the date April of 1992 displayed across the bottom corner of the screen. You and Rhett were shocked when you saw a very young Cecelia Abbott appear on screen, holding a little stick in her hand and the voice of a small toddler running around and babbling in the background.

"Alright what's up?" asked Royal's voice. "Is it showin?"

"Yep, there it is," Cecelia answered, showing him the stick. "Showin positive."

"Oh my God," Royal chuckled. "Oh holy shit......I didn't think doin it like we did would work......"

"Oh Dad that's nasty!!!" Rhett blurted out, laughing.

"What? I didn't think it would," Royal said before Cecelia smacked his shoulder.

You laughed too, turning your attention back to the TV, the footage cutting to some time later in June, showing Royal and Cecelia in Montana with John and Evelyn Dutton.

"Oh God, I remember that day," Cecelia chuckled. "I miss her so bad."

"Yeah, get it! Get it! Show it off!" Royal's voice told her.

You both laughed as young Cecelia showed off her unnoticeable bump along with Evelyn, the two of them bantering with their husbands.

"So this was with you?" you asked Rhett.

"Yep," he answered, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Oh God here we go," Royal said. "This was the day Perry found out he was getting a baby brother."

You giggled a little when you saw the date of August, 1992 on the bottom of the screen, Royal still behind the camera and Cecelia pointing out all the details in the sonogram photo in her hands.

"What am I seein?" Royal asked.

"Right there," Cecelia said, pointing it out.

"Right where?"

"Right there! Look with your eyes ya moron," Cecelia chuckled.

"OOOOOH!!!" Royal exclaimed. "Oh jeebus!!! He's fuckin flashin us!"

You and Rhett laughed as his parents rolled their eyes.

"I no wanna baby bruver!" the two year old in the video pouted.

"Well, you're gettin a baby brother Per," Royal told him.

"No I not."

"Yeah you are."

It continued like that for a good minute and a half, you and Rhett shaking your heads.

"And that is where your father learned quickly, never to pick a fight with a two year old," Cecelia laughed.

Back to the TV your eyes turned with more footage to come, jumping quick from August to December. "Oh God I remember that year," Cecelia groaned. "My mother had me on bedrest after Alabama defeated the Hurricanes."

"You know you're gonna need to quit scarin us right?" Royal said, his nose pressed against Cecelia's bump, herself half hidden as she held the video camera. She laughed when he gave her an annoyed side-eyed look, the fabric of her denim shirt stretching when the baby's foot nudged against his father's nose.

"Ya'll see what the little fucker just did?" he asked.

"No I did not just feel my lungs getting rearranged and moved in fifteen different directions," Cecelia laughed.

"He keeps it up I'm giving him his eviction notice."

"Ya'll will do no such thing," Cecelia told him. "If I go into early labor it's on you and you're taking Perry for an entire month."

"Yes dear," Royal sighed.

"Jeez ya'll must've been those last few weeks, huh?" Rhett asked his father.

"Try the last month," Royal answered.

"Oh jeez here it comes," Cecelia laughed.

You and Rhett were squirming a little when the video cut to the day Rhett was born, January 29th of '93. The footage showed poor Cecelia all laid up in her bed, the very same room upstairs in the house that hadn't changed in the last 31 years, laying on her side and her hand on her belly as she tried to plow through the labor pains.

"So.....ya'll want me to get a double wide shot o' this or pan down?" Royal asked before she flipped him the bird.

"If ya'll get even so much as one shot of anything comin out down there, I'm gonna kick your ass," Cecelia groaned.

You and Rhett couldn't help but laugh when suddenly it cut to the actual birth footage. "OH GOD DAD!!!! FAST FORWARD!!! FAST FORWARD!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tryin! I'm tryin!" Royal insisted, trying to use the remote to fast forward.

Cecelia laughed a little. "Revenge, thirty something years in the making," she chuckled.

When Royal was finally able to fast forward through the nasty parts, he stopped at the one part that had you melting and Rhett's cheeks growing hot with embarrassment. You couldn't believe how adorable Rhett was as a newborn, his face pinker than the sunset and a head full of dark hair, all snuggled under his little blanket.

"Aw look how cute you were?" you teased.

Rhett felt a flush of heat going from his cheeks down to his chest.

"Yeah he was cute but when he turned two, he turned into a lil devil," Cecelia joked.

Now it was yours, Rhett's and Cecelia's turn to embarrass Royal when a shot of him holding Baby Rhett came on the screen, the tiny little baby practically being swallowed up by his blanket and his father's arms all at once.

"Are ya'll cryin?" Cecelia asked, aiming the camera at her husband and newborn son.

"Nope," Royal croaked.

"Bullshit, you're cryin," Cecelia chuckled.

You went through the rest of the video, all of you half laughing and half crying. It was a part of your in-laws' past that you had never seen before, a side of them that had only returned when Perry had been kicked out of the house.

"Are you actually crying?" you asked, noting the misty look in your husband's eyes.

"Darlin I'm fuckin laughin," Rhett chuckled.

"Bullshit, I know you better than that," you laughed, kissing him on the lips.

You couldn't see it, but the smiles on Royal and Cecelia's faces said it all.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

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taizi · 9 months

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So lil request if ya feel up for it :-}

★ A story about Mikey's brothers finding out about his and Woody's secret relationship(?). Like, maybe it can be that one of them are going through Mikey's phone and they see his camera roll full of photos of him and Woody !! Or like they walk in on the two cuddling asleep or something idk :-0

Do whatever U want 💖

i went with rise on this one. i missed those guys :')

read on ao3

Don slams into the infirmary with a shout of, “LEO! Leoleoleoleoleoleo!”

“Congratulations, my name just sounds like noise to me now,” Leo replies drolly, as if he’s not ecstatic to have company. Sure, Raph had been camped beside his bed up until like ten minutes ago, but a lot can happen in ten minutes.

As if to prove it, Don shoves a phone into Leo’s face. “Michael—our Michael—has a boyfriend.”

Leo sits up so fast he feels it in his entire body, an ache radiating down his spine like it’s a gong that just got rung.

“You’re lying!”

“I would never lie to you,” Donnie says, his tone a weird mix of agitated and absolutely giddy.

Such a gossip, Leo thinks fondly.

Don piles onto the bed, still careful of Leo’s broken bones but a far cry from the cautious, mincing way he climbs in lately for their Youtube video essay marathons or vent sessions. Leo might have to orchestrate more tantalizing secrets for his nosy twin to uncover if it stops him treating Leo like something glass that’s about to break.

Shoulder to shoulder, Donnie holds the phone where they both can see it. Now that Leo’s looking at it properly, he clocks the glittery sticker-covered military-grade phone case and says, “Oh, no. Tello, you didn’t. Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t steal his phone.”

“It’s called the Freedom of Information Act.”

“That does not apply here!” Leo is torn between horror—because Mikey is objectively terrifying—and glee—because Donnie is an absolute menace and he loves to see it.

“Agree to disagree. I could have just cloned his phone onto a new device but where’s the pizzazz? Anyway—”

He brings up Mikey’s camera roll, scrolling through dozens of post-invasion celebratory selfies and candids, past a few scattered pics of Mikey’s own cooking and digital art (and Leo makes a mental note to revisit that, because there aren’t as many of those as there ought to be) and finally making an “ah-HAH” sound under his breath, tapping on a particular picture to blow it up.

It’s a selfie taken at arm’s length of two faces squished together to fit the frame. One face belongs to Leo’s little brother, caught mid-laugh. The other one is distinctly human, almost lost in a haphazard cloud of yellow curls and turned sideways to plant a kiss on Mikey’s spotted cheek.

Leo finds himself smiling involuntarily. Mikey looks happy. It’s cute.

Of course, if Mikey thinks he can have a whole-ass secret boyfriend and get away with it, he’s got another thing coming. Not when he has three older brothers and an older sister who have been waiting their entire lives for this moment.

“This doesn’t prove they’re dating,” he points out, mostly just to play devil's advocate. “Maybe they’re super affectionate friends. The five of us do cheek- and forehead-kisses on occasion, too.”

“Mm-hmm, yes, I thought you might say that, and I am, of course, prepared to offer more evidence.”

Donnie taps out of the photo gallery and brings up Mikey’s messaging app. He scrolls for a bit, past the sibling group chat, April, their own names, Raph, their dads—even Rupert, what the hell?—and then, right beneath Piebald and before Casey Sr., is a text thread with a contact simply, and tellingly, labeled babe💛.

On pure reflex, Leo smacks the phone out of Don’s hand before he can open the thread.

“So what we’re not about to do is read his texts to and from his boyfriend,” he says, very deliberately, so a single world won’t be misconstrued.

“I wasn’t gonna,” Donnie mumbles, in a tone that suggests that he was, in fact, gonna.

Leo picks up the phone and goes back to the picture. He checks the timestamp, humming thoughtfully to see that it was from a little over two months ago. They've certainly been busy since the whole Krang situation, but Mikey has always had time for the things he loves. He makes time. He’s just a kid, albeit one who had to grow up too fast, but he was born with a good sense of what’s really important.

And this guy, Leo thinks, seems like he could be important. So why is this the first they’re hearing about him?

“How exactly did you make this discovery?” Leo asks, handing the stolen phone back.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. regularly scans all of our devices for anything icky—you’re welcome—and he asked me who the blond guy was,” Donnie explains offhandedly. “He thought we had a new friend he hadn’t met. You know how he gets when he thinks we’re leaving him out of literally anything.”

“Like father, like son,” Leo says sagely.

Donnie lowers the phone and makes direct eye contact. “No.”

Leo laughs so hard he thinks he might actually be in danger of puncturing a lung with one of his broken ribs. Donnie goes back to snooping, but there’s a pleased quirk at the corner of his mouth.

“DONALD!” a voice thunders suddenly from down the hall. “IF WHAT I THINK IS HAPPENING IS HAPPENING, IT BETTER NOT BE!”

“Eughh boy,” Leo says.

Looking as though he just saw his life flash before his eyes, Donnie shoves the phone at him and blurts, “You take it! You’re a convalescent, he can’t kill you! It would be against the Geneva Conventions!”

“Oh, I see, you want me to use my horribly mangled body as a meat shield between you and the consequences of your own actions.” Leo holds his hands up and open to avoid having any incriminating evidence forced into them. “Also, I think you skipped like six years of Social Studies.”

The infirmary doors slam open hard enough that one of Leo’s shelves of meticulously organized medical supplies rattles ominously. Mikey looms in the threshold, silhouetted against the light from the den. It’s appropriately intimidating.

There’s a beat of silence. Then Mikey’s eyes lower to the bright yellow phone in Donnie’s hands. It’s indie-film levels of drama. Leo is eating this up.

Donnie whispers, “Oh, Hawking, I did not think this through.”

“When you die, who gets your laptop?” Leo whispers back.

“I knew it!” Mikey shrieks. “You think S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. can keep a secret?? S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?? You programmed him with all your own tells! I’m going to destroy everything you love!”

The resulting cat-and-mouse chase around the infirmary is rowdy enough that it summons Raph, warm and fresh from the shower, dressed in his favorite huge pink hoodie. He catches Donnie on his way by and lifts him bodily out of the melee. Mikey is bloodthirsty enough that he scales Raph like a tree and their biggest brother is forced to hold Donnie out at arm’s length to keep the two of them apart.

“Woah, woah, hey—Jesus, what is happening?” Raphie says. His eyes dart to Leo, one dark and the other a pale milky pink, but it’s still the same look he’s given Leo a billion times before. The one that says loop me in.

Leo searches under his pillow for the palm-sized knife he keeps there and focuses hard. Two little cyan portals open, maybe the size of dessert plates, one next to him and the other by Donnie, a neat little wrinkle in the dimension. He reaches through it and retrieves the phone.

Pretending he doesn’t feel woozy after the brief use of ninpo well before he was technically allowed to use it again—because then he would have to admit that Draxum was right about something, and frankly he’d rather die—Leo waves the recovered goods at his brothers.

Mikey stops trying to kill Donnie and stares across the room with a very vulnerable, unhappy expression. Leo hates that, so he takes charge.

“Just the Cain Instinct at work, Raphala,” Leo says, smiling. “How about you deliver Donnie to April for a lecture on respecting other people’s privacy, and I’ll talk to Mikey about the pros and cons of fratricide.”

“Pros and cons? What pros? You know what, nevermind,” Raph adds before Leo can answer, holding Donnie more comfortably in the crook of his arm as Mikey hops down from his shell.

Donnie is dead-weight at this point, gone totally limp and accepting his fate. Since a lecture from April has a fifty-fifty chance of turning into a gossip session, Leo doesn’t feel bad for his twin at all.

“And don’t think you're not in deep shit for that portal just now,” Raph says severely, pointing at him. “Yeah, Raph clocked that. No ninpo while you’re healing, Leon, or I’m telling pops.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leo says dismissively.

But Raph still comes over to rub his head, and Leo still leans into him when he does, because a little part of Leo is always going to be six years old with stars in his eyes, gazing up at his biggest brother like Raph could hold the whole sun in his hands if he wanted to.

When Raph has carted Donnie away, the infirmary is much quieter. Mikey slinks over to the bed ungraciously and invites himself right up, pressing into Leo’s side and hiding his face in a yellow-striped shoulder.

Leo passes him back his phone. Mikey tucks it against his plastron and doesn’t say anything.

“So the pros of fratricide would be that your stuff would get stolen way less,” Leo begins airily.

With a huff, Mikey nudges him.

“He showed me a picture, but we didn’t read any texts,” Leo adds, less playful. “As far as we know, you have a really good friend we just haven’t met yet.”

“Yeah,” his little brother says quietly. He presses his face harder into Leo’s shoulder. Leo works his arm out from in between them and wraps it around Mikey’s carapace instead.

Tracing a familiar pattern between the scutes, he says, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

When Leo came out, a few years ago now, he was terrified.

It was just another thing that made him difficult, that made him harder to love, that might cost him what little of his father’s good opinion he thought he had. He kept it a secret, tucked behind the armor of his plastron where no one but himself would ever see it.

But then one day, when he was fourteen, Leo found Raph in the living room, watching Youtube videos of the NYC Pride Parade with something young and hopeful on his face, only to slam the laptop shut when Splinter came in. Raph’s expression had twisted into something ashamed. Afraid.

And Leo thought, Absolutely not.

So he came out to his family over dinner that same night. He said it like his hands weren’t sweaty and shaking beneath the table, like he hadn’t practiced the words and tone in the mirror for an hour beforehand.

He couldn’t force himself to look at Splinter, twisting some spaghetti onto his fork and following his big announcement with something stupid, like, So I guess you could say the only straight I am’s a straight-up bitch. That way everyone would know it wasn’t serious, wasn’t a big deal, they could stop looking at him now please.

Raph didn’t even get after Leo for saying the bitch word. He flew to his feet and rounded the table and scooped Leo up into a big bear hug. Well, Leo and Mikey, because Mikey was already attached to him at that point. Donnie said, “Gasp! This is my surprised face. Whoever could have anticipated this astonishing turn of events?” because he was an asshole. But he also reached over the table to put his garlic bread on Leo’s plate, because he was the absolute best.

Leo’s heart didn’t stop racing for what felt like hours, even after his brothers squeezed him to death and made a bunch of noises about loving him no matter what, even after Splinter informed the table at large that his Baby Blue could start thinking about dating boys in another thirty years and not a minute sooner!

But he did that for a reason. So his brothers had a lead to follow if they ever needed one. So they wouldn’t be scared like Leo constantly was.

And now the tension slowly leaks out of Mikey’s frame.

“I know. I know,” he says, stronger the second time. “I guess I got all in my head about it. At first I wanted it to just be my thing, for me. I liked him but I wasn’t sure if he—you know. And then when he did, everything was perfect, and I didn’t want to mess it up.” He sits up enough that he can look at Leo, red-brown eyes earnest and wide. “Then the longer I didn’t say anything, the more impossible it felt to ever say anything. It’s not ‘cause I didn’t—”

“You don’t owe me or anybody else an explanation, Angie,” Leo says, tugging on the tails of his mask. “If you want to talk about him, I’m all-ears. If you want me to blackmail Donnie into forgetting he exists, I can do that, too. I’ve got the goods.”

Mikey smiles. It’s a relief to see. “I have no idea how you did it,” he says. “How you just told us like it was nothing. Told dad. I guess being his favorite probably helped.”

His WHAT?

Leo chokes on an incredulous laugh. He thumps his own chest, wheezing. Mikey rolls his eyes and slumps down again, gets comfy, a familiar weight under Leo’s arm.

“Puh-lease, Lee. You two are like the same person, all the way down to the inherent self-worth issues and validation-seeking. Of course he’s going to feel complicated about loving a carbon-copy of himself when he hates himself so much.” After a moment, Mikey adds, “I think you help him feel better about who he is.”

Huh. Welp. Time to pack all of that up to think about later because otherwise Leo’s brain is going to explode.

“Nice attempt at distracting me, but I’m the master of misdirection.” Leo jostles Mikey, enough to make him whine stoooop. “If you think for one second you’re not everyone in the entire family’s favorite person, then there’s something deeply wrong with you,” he adds severely. “Junior has only been here for like five minutes and even he likes you best.”

Mikey’s grinning by the time he’s done. Leo can feel the shape of it against his arm.

“It’s a gift,” the youngest Hamato says humbly.

Identical chimes from the phone in Mikey’s hand and the one on the bedside table alert them to a new text in the Mad Dogz group chat.

Bootyyyshaker9000 After an illuminating conversation, during which absolutely no robot sons were taken hostage to force my compliance, I have seen the error of my ways and will endeavor to change my behavior. I wanted to offer my sincerest apologies to Angelo for my invasion of his privacy. I am not making this statement under duress. YellowSubmarine Good enough for you, baby?

Mikey’s grin graduates with honors into a laugh, that charming, full-bodied thing that fills whatever room he happens to be in. He types a quick reply and the group chat goes crazy. Leo sort of just lays there and takes the moment in.

In about an hour, it’ll be time for another round of medication, but Leo thinks—even though it’s sappy and saccharine and he would never, ever say it out loud—that this is medicine enough.

“Sooo,” Leo says, “you gonna tell me about him?”

“Leo,” Mikey groans, but he’s still smiling.

“Oh, come on, you have to give me something.”

“How ‘bout a trade?”

Aww, his baby brother knows how to barter. Leo is so proud.

“I’m listening,” he says.

“I’ll tell you about Woody,” Mikey offers, waving his phone around, “if you tell me about that bunny waiter from Run of the Mill who asked for your number.”

Leo would shoot upright if he had, like, a completely unbroken back. As it is he has to move a little slower.

“What?? Why—how did you—I mean, who?” Nailed it.

“Raph overheard the entire thing,” Mikey says sweetly. “He thought it was cute so he told me since I was right there. You know he can’t handle cute without gushing about it to somebody.”

It’s Raph’s knee-jerk reaction, like cute-aggression; only instead of squeezing or biting, he has to overshare to the nearest available party, usually while choking back tears.

Kneading his temples, Leo forces out, “Mm-hmm.”

He can’t even be mad, though. It’s Raph. If Donnie had been the one to overhear, it’d be plastered on a billboard above Times Square by now.

“Lemme have this one on Donnie,” Mikey says, and brings out the big guns, brown eyes all wide and liquid. “He always gets your secrets first.”

“Disaster twins privilege,” Leo replies, so he doesn’t have to think about the novel concept that his family could believe his secrets are worth anything. “Alright, Miguel. Since it’s to spite Dontron specifically, you have yourself a deal.”

Mikey whoop-whoops, with the arm and everything. It’s so stupid. And it makes Leo think, This Woody guy doesn’t know how lucky he is.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rise of the tmnt #hamato leonardo #hamato michelangelo #hamato donatello #hamato raphael #woody dirkins #woodyangelo #portal duo #my writing #tmnt fic #sequel to this where leo gives woody the shovel talk #leo: hey wanna see the bottom of the mariana trench? *opens portal and points thru it*#that's where i'll hide your body if u do anything to hurt him :)#woody: oh. um. cool

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just saw a random post of parents taking their 3 week old to get their library card. immediately had birthday party verse brainrot about it. maybe first little outing together outside their bubble. like to them it’s more important than getting baba her passport.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK i am a literal library girly (like that's my job rn) so this is really special. also library dilfs are an absolutely exceptional breed of man and i think matty would fit right in. anyway! i think you and matty are big fans of your local library even before the baby is born - you're convinced that such free and available access to a massive range of literature really helps inspire and hone your own writing, matty thinks it has chill vibes and loves watching you get excited over books, and it's also the perfect walking distance from your house (not too far, manageable, and really pleasant). when you're pregnant, you take advantage of their section of parenting books, and sometimes matty wanders over to the kids section and looks through the picture books, smiling at the thought of you reading to your baby like you do with him (and mayhem lol); when you go to check out your books, he says to the library staff "i can't wait until we can bring the baba down here and choose books for them" and kisses your cheek, which makes you swoon a little bit and the staff go "awwwww".

it lingers in the back of both your minds when she's actually born, hidden behind overwhelming love and tiredness and awe of your tiny girl, so naturally it's the first thing you suggest doing when matty asks where baba's first big outing (excluding being registered and going to visit family) should be - his face lights up at the thought, and he nods excitedly. the next morning, you get your daughter dressed in a little lavender onesie and kinda dress yourself up a little bit too (you swap leggings for a summer dress and put some makeup on) - it's your first outing in a while too! - and the three of you go for your first little walk together! it's a beautiful day, and baba is as good as gold in her pram (meaning she sleeps soundly), and life is perfect; matty looks dilfy as hell pushing the pram and cooing lovingly at his baby, frequently turning to kiss you and smile. his and your smiles get bigger when you get into the library itself, and the staff quietly exclaim at the fact there are three of you now - you park the pram in a little secluded spot and matty lifts baba out (she still stays sleeping, bless her) and carries her over to the desk. you hand over your returns first (because of course you have books to return!), and then you're like "can we please get our girl set up with her own card?", and you get to fill out a little form for her and then that's it! she has her first library card! matty cheers, and then winces when baba stirs, which makes everyone laugh; he grins sheepishly like "m'just excited for her. she's going to be the smartest most well-read kid ever now. her mother's daughter, of course" and kisses your head.

next comes the fun part - choosing books. she's awake at this point, but still groggy against her dad's chest as he carries her around the building explaining to her what section's what; you snap some sneaky pics of them as he does, grinning, and then promptly start sniffling when he pulls a book from the shelf and says "this is the best book in here, though, munchkin - it's mummy's, the one she wrote when you were only a little bean in her tummy! this is a very special place to mummy and me, and i hope it will be for you as well". but before you can fully cry, matty wanders over to the picture books and one-handedly starts rifling through them, talking to baby as he does and making you laugh - "that one looks alright! that one looks a bit trite, though. we're better than that in this family, my girl, aren't we?" lmao. and when matty catches you giggling he smiles and holds his hand out to you, so you go over and help the two loves of your life choose some books - you leave with a good little stack, eager to go home and read to your baby girl with your husband, and then to come back to the library with them next week and do it all over again <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse #birthday baby #toomuchracket best bits

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frobin · 7 months

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What did you think about the LIVE ACTION? What did you like\dislike?

Sorry for the late response! Long story short: I liked it overall!

There were some things I disliked... for example:

No Usopp Pirates

Because that meant that Usopp had no other friends beside Kaya... he was alone... no reason why he should call himself Captain, really

No Hatchi/Hatcchan

No pinwheel on Genzos hat after Nami returned Like COME ON! He put it on his hat because she was afraid of him as a baby and he kept it! That is important!

In the same way, Nojiko not being supportive of Nami because she had been supportive of her. She knew the plan and she got tattoos so Nami would not feel as alone.

Basically the fact that Nami had no support :(

Honestly Garp felt too smart

I feel like these two points are quite important to both Nami and Usopp. So... I am sad that those things got skipped for no real reason. But here are some things that I LOVED!!

BINKS SAKE! It almost made me cry, what the fuck?!

were the actors and some small changes. Like have you seen how Usopp looked after Luffy said "Yeah I hung out with your dad! He is awesome! Told me stories..."

And here we have Usopp remembering that his dad left when he was a baby, never came back and probably does not even know that his wife died because he did not even one thought about asking Shanks to maybe pass by Syrup village:

I like how they introduced Mihawk

Little Eggplant

What the heck Zeff... you just adopted a boy!

Just all the actors being incredible

Bogard my love, you are finally back!!! ❤️‍🔥 (Like he does not even talk in the Manga and I was still 100% certain that he is Garp's brain - you know since neither Tsuru nor Sengoku are around - and even though Garp is smarter in the LA, I stick with that)

There was no need to make him that hot but DAMN!

Helmeppo is smart!?

Have you seen the masks for the fishmen?!

Overall the sets are so nice

The fight scenes were nice too

Of course so much more I can't think of right now...

Over all I really am happy with it.

Also important....

I DID NOT EXPECT THIS!!

That being said I don't count the OPLA as canon. But now we have at least one universe in which Usokaya is canon and that is more than we have in the Manga or the Anime xD

Now I hope for a cute Chopper and I look forward to see Smoker and Tashigi!

But of course we all look forward to see Robin and Franky... and for that I want to remind you all of this:

What you all did like/dislike about the Live Action?

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #One Piece Netflix #Not FRobin #kon

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 23*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

*CHAPTER-SPECIFIC TW: brief mentions of blood-play*

Chapter Summary: Sebastian’s a bit jealous of how close you are to the wizard 👀

Author’s Note: Seb is super rough and possessive and tbh a bit mean?? when things get steamy in this chapter. It's a short lived thing and they talk it out in the next one but I just thought it would be neat because I'm a horny sicko LMAO

It’s not mentioned in the moment at all as to not mess with the flow, but he’d absolutely stop if she told him to (but our y/n is a little freak so of COURSE she doesn’t want him to)

Enjoy some super intense smut, and a few Seb-heavy chapters!! x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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“What the fuck are these?!” Abby loudly whispers, her eyes trained on Magnus’ berries as we ascend the stairs to his tower.

I guess I get to see the resident emo girl in her element – exploration really must be something she yearns for. I smile, watching as she adorably shuffles over to inspect the blue fruits up close.

Seb strolls up behind her, reaching out to feel one for himself. “Shit, those are sick.”

I stand by the giant melon and its children. “Check out these puppies,” I quietly invite them over. Ooo, I can say the thing! I deepen my voice to prepare. “Don’t talk to me or my sons ever again.”

Abby snorts, and Seb mutters an amused but disappointed “god damnit” under his breath. Nailed it.

“Stooop. That is so adorable.” Abby takes out her phone and snaps a pic. She better not steal my terrible joke on her socials… “Let’s check out over there!”

She points in the direction of some trees and wild berry bushes, where there’s a small opening that I never noticed before. We enter the clearing, now using Abby’s phone’s flashlight to guide us, and there isn’t much here. Just a bird bath and some green metallic garden chairs, albeit the flora’s adorned with pretty hanging trinkets. It’s a cute little sitting area, but looks like it’s rarely dwelled in, aside from to maintain the bath.

Abby is inspecting the shrubs, twirling a small decorative ornament in her hand and mumbling something about how she thought it would be creepier and more exciting here. Simultaneously, I hear cautious footsteps behind us.

I look at Seb, who’s peeking over my shoulder. He looks down at me and offers a comforting smile and nod, which I return. I wonder if he talked to Magnus with his big ol’ telepathic brain too.

Either way, it’s showtime. Magnus is probably too early for my own plan to develop – maybe he’s just as antsy as I am? – so we’ll see how this plays out I guess.

“Who’s there?” Magnus shouts.

Abby audibly gasps, dropping �� and breaking, god damnit Abby! — the glass ball she’d been admiring. “Fuck!” she frantically whispers, kicking it under the bush. We lock eyes, both sets widened. Hers from nerves, mine from the fact that she just broke Magnus’ shit. I hope it wasn’t expensive or important.

The wizard shows himself, his faux black hair scruffy from “sleep” and a flashlight in his hand. He’s wearing a white tee, gray sweatpants, and some total dad slippers. He looks so normal. I can’t help but wonder if this is closer to what he used to look like, before devoting his mind, body and soul to his magical studies.

“What are you doing, trespassing on my property at this hour?”

I thought he’d ditch the accent for the facade, but he doesn’t. Fine by me, I think to myself, my stupid primal neurons being activated by the rasp he’s added to his tone as he scolds us.

“I’m, w-we’re, um…” Abby stutters. “We’re lost?” She usually comes off pretty confrontational… so strange to see her like this.

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “I’m sure you—”

“It’s my fault,” Seb pipes up, playing into this. I notice a small nod of his head as their eyes meet. As though he’s trying to greet his old friend, without being too conspicuous about it. “They always thought your house seemed spooky, so I suggested we come check it out. Didn’t think anybody actually lived here.”

Abby and I nod along, just rolling with it. “We’re sorry,” I add.

I can’t help but let a smile slip as he looks at me with a convincing amount of scorn. I’m so bad at acting. I luckily manage to keep it to the side of my face that Abby can’t see, saving our asses.

“Careful, my dear,” his husky voice warns from his brain to mine.

I look down and gnaw at my bottom lip, both to stop the grin from spreading and to distract myself from how warm his words made me feel. Unfortunately, though, I squeak. Fortunately, it’s quiet – might blend with the crickets if you weren’t listening specifically for it.

I seek out Seb, who’s looking at Magnus with furrowed brows now. I’m about to reach for his hand, thinking that maybe the stresses of being reintroduced to his magical former-friend are getting to him, but he grabs mine first. There’s a bit of haste to his movement – like he wants to protect me, or claim me, or something.

Looking back towards Magnus, I notice his eyes widening at Seb. Then, he clears his throat, turning his attention towards Abby, whose gaze hasn’t left the ground since she last spoke.

What’s going on?

“Just… please leave,” the wizard says, sounding exasperated. “Now,” he adds, with more bite to his tone.

O-oh.

I thought this would need to go on a little longer, but I guess his magic really does work quickly. Us three non-elementals begin to leave, but I wanna make sure Magnus is ok – he seemed a bit disgruntled. I don’t have the energy to try and deliberately enter his psyche again… guess I’ll need him to train me in that a bit.

“Are you ok?” I think, hopeful Magnus’ll be listening. “What happened?”

“It’s no matter,” he responds after a few short moments.

I take a deep breath. “Well… I’m sorry we did all that work for nothing, kinda,” I offer, hoping the dry and unamused chuckle shines through in my head-voice. “Did you at least get your answers?”

“Indeed. I am without a child, after all.”

“Oh!” My eyebrows raise, and I nod along to Seb and Abby’s conversation, pretending to listen. “Is that a good thing?”

“I suppose having found the end to my wonders is quite nice, yes.”

I peer back, and he’s sitting on his top step, cheek in palm, watching us — or rather, watching me — leave. I let my lips curve into a smile, and decide not to pry, with how glum of a mood this seems to have put him in. He grins back, but it doesn’t meet all of his features.

“I’ll see you soon?” I ask, pulling my eyes away from his.

“Of course,” Magnus seems to sigh. “Good night, (y/n).”

“(Y/n)?” Abby calls, walking around from the other side of Seb and proceeding backwards so that she can wave a hand before me.

I’d been so focused on trying to see if Magnus was okay that I allowed myself to mentally stray from the other two that’re present.

“Sorry. What happened?”

“I was asking if you’re all good,” she replies. “Dude kept looking at you kinda funny back there…”

I accidentally let a wide grin slip, happy she cares enough to ask. Maybe my plan worked after all. Maybe I’ll finally have a friend that isn’t a horny man.

“Yeah, my bad. Just zoned out a bit.”

As if Abby caught herself being nice to me, and had to physically stop herself, she replies, “Whatever.” She does settle close by my side rather than Seb’s after the interaction, though.

The rest of the walk back is just as silent as the trek to the tower. When we’re close to Marnie’s ranch, Abby starts to break off.

“Uhh. Hey,” she speaks up. I hum inquisitively in response. “Thanks for actually doing this with me, even though I kinda just…” she trails off a bit. “Y’know.”

“No problem,” I smile. “We should try this again sometime. But like, something that isn’t a house.” I shrug. “Preferably.”

She looks surprised for a sec before crookedly smiling, and saluting me with her middle- and pointer-finger. “For sure. See ya.” Before I can offer to walk with her, she’s already zoomin’ away past the barn.

“So, that went okay-ish, I guess!” I softly announce to Seb with my eyes still on Abby’s back.

“Yeah,” he mutters.

Hm.

“Seb,” I slow my walk to a halt, hand still clasped in his. He keeps his back turned for a sec before facing towards me. “You okay?”

He nods slowly, but then sighs and shakes his head. “Can we talk about something?”

Not having seen him too shaken by anything in a while, my heart sinks. “Of course,” I frown.

“Can we do it at your place?” he shyly asks.

I nod, humming my affirmation, as we begin walking again. I squeeze his palm, hoping to offer at least some solace.

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As we near my farm, I let out a content sigh. The past few hours were a fucking rollercoaster, and even if this discussion with Seb doesn’t go well, at least I know I can end the day soon.

I’m about to ask if he wants tea or something as we approach the door, but I can’t.

His hands wrap around my cheeks and he cranes my neck so that my face can meet his, passionately kissing me the moment my lips are within reach. Feels as if he either hasn’t seen me in years, or he’ll never see me again.

Seb begins to back me up against my porch, and I giggle into his greedy lips before breaking away to toss aside my belongings. Seb lifts me to sit on the top step, uses his right hand to ground himself as he crouches in front of me, and he dips to my neck on the now-free side. He bites down and sucks harshly, emitting a sharp gasp from my lungs. As he’s doing this, he forces a knee between both of mine, allowing himself to take the space between my spread thighs.

“S-Seb,” I half-laugh and half-moan. “What’s this?”

He licks his way up to my jawline before biting there, too. Bringing his lips back to hover over mine, he finally pipes up. “You’re mine, okay?”

O-oh. Oh my fucking god.

That is so hot.

But now that I think about our night – the tense stare-off between Seb and Magnus, Seb grabbing my hand so almost-aggressively, the weird overall mood of that interaction he’s had since then – maybe this is about Magnus’... totally sorta flirty way of addressing me. Like, who just calls someone “my dear” like that? Seb probably heard it – like, telepathically, obviously – and then he got jealous, or something.

Why else would he be so possessive right now?

I let out a shaky breath, scanning his eyes. “Seb…”

His eyes trace mine right back, until he presses his forehead to my own and shuts his lids. The fingers that are still on my face inch up towards my hair, tangling into a firm grip. It sends a shock through my body, but before we do anything even remotely sexy, I want to make sure Seb’s okay.

“You… heard him, yeah?” I hesitate to ask. Gotta rip the bandaid off somehow.

A few beats pass before he nods against me.

“Do you want me to ask him not to call me that anymore?”

“How many times has he?”

I shrug. “A handful, I dunno.” Seb huffs out a breath. I put my palm against his warm cheek, and whisper, “Hey.” He looks up to me, deep indigo eyes dark with lust, but glossed over with grief, too. “I don’t think he means anything by it,” I offer.

It’s true – or at least I think it is. My stupid little totally-not-a-crush on the wizard totally has to be one-sided. There’s no way in hell I’d have Seb, Sam, kind of Alex just in our few passing interactions, and the town’s resident Magic Man all thirsting for me at once.

Seb’s brows furrow and he dives back to my lips again. “Doesn’t matter,” he grumbles between kisses.

My eyes flutter before they shut, and I’m feeling… hazy, and super aroused? from the sudden wave of jealousy Seb is experiencing. Is that fucked up?

“You’re my dear,” he adds on before sucking my bottom lip between his sharp teeth, drawing some blood. “You’re my fucking princess,” he growls, yanking the hand in my hair down, to expose my throat to him again.

An airy half-mewl, half-squeak slips from me as I’m overwhelmed by the strange eroticism of the situation I’m in. Gazing up at the full moon and shooting stars that are always fucking there for some reason. On land, the cicadas’ summer lullaby falls upon deaf ears. All I can hear is Seb’s lips smacking against my skin and the rustling of clothes. He lifts my shirt off me, only pulling away from my neck when he needs to slip the collar over my head.

He greets my lips with his again, as he takes a boob in each of his palms, kneading the shit out of them. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good too. “Seb,” I whisper into his mouth.

He lowers himself, latching teeth onto my left nipple while the other is still occupied by his corresponding grip. He scatters bite marks and hickies all over my chest, soothing the areas with plenty of open-mouthed smooches. Everywhere he kisses sparkles under the moonlight, as though he’s creating art rather than demolishing me.

Seb peers up at me from beneath his long eyelashes. “Rasmodius ever done this to you?” he mumbles.

“W-what?!” I stutter, thrown off by the question. Does he think I cheated?! “Of course not!” I defend, eyebrows upturned. My eyes roll back as he bites down and sucks.

“Have you ever wanted him to?“

“Sebastian,” I plead, shaking my head. “No, I haven’t.”

Sure, my mind has been a little less than ideal at times around Magnus, but I haven’t thought of anything explicit in regards to him.

Tentatively, Seb rolls down the tight waistband of my leggings. He repositions to a more grounded kneel, lifting me up and shimmying my bottoms, socks and sneakers off my form before gently setting me down again. A stark contrast to how rough he was a few moments ago.

My boyfriend’s gaze hasn’t left mine since his previous question. It only darkens more when he feels, with a light stroke of his pinky, just how wet I am. The blush on his cheeks contagiously spreads to mine, as I grow embarrassed by how much I’m enjoying this. His atypical ruthlessness, being touched like this outside… being totally naked outside.

Yoba.

He dips his little finger inside me, slowly curls it into my sweet spot, then pulls it out, before bringing it to his own mouth to suck dry. I swallow back a whimper while I watch. In turn, his lips curl into a devious smile. He knows he’s absolutely destroying me right now. The audible breaths coming from me are ragged as I reach for Seb’s belt, yearning to feel his visibly hardened dick.

“No,” he firmly warns, pinning my roaming hands down to the wooden planks on either side of me.

“Baby, please—mmph!“ he cuts me off with a kiss, and grinds his clothed dick onto my exposed slit.

I struggle to calm my sounds as Seb pulls away, prying further, “Only I can touch you like this, got it?”

I nod my head to answer him. “Magnus has never–” As I say the other man’s name, Seb wrings a whine from me with another slow grind and a tightening grip on my wrists. “Fuck,” I whisper. ”He’s never tried to do anything to me. I’ve never tried either– Ahh~” I’m cut off once more as Seb grinds again, and I groan, placing my forehead against his. “I’d never do that to you.”

“He might though.”

“Am I missing something?!” I frown, frustrated. “Why aren’t you like this with Sam’s dumb crush on me? What did Magnus do to make you so upset?”

Seb releases one of my wrists from his grip and teases the area around my swollen bud with his knuckles. My knees instinctively tighten on either side of his hips as my hands curl into fists: one in on itself, the other around my discarded top. God, he’s so close to where I want him to be.

“Why do you keep saying his name, darling?” Seb interrogates. He leans in as if to kiss me, but doesn’t close the gap. I bring a hand to his face, hoping it’ll gravitate his lips to mine, but he doesn’t budge – only smiles knowingly.

“We can talk about him later,” he purrs.

Rather than honing in on my clit like I hoped he would, Seb swipes slowly downward, and dips a finger inside me. I roll my head back, moaning into the night air as he deliciously slides a second finger in too.

“For now, I’m gonna make sure my name is the only thing this pretty little mouth of yours knows how to say,” Seb threatens, now very rapidly pumping into me. “Alright, my dear?”

Holy fucking shit.

“Yes,” I murmur.

Seb releases his hand from my other wrist, brings it to my face, and kisses me hard, before harshly dragging his thumb down my cheek and wrapping the same hand around my neck.

My mouth dumbly hangs open as he speaks into it, pathetically breathless huffs escaping me. His deep eyes are concentrated on mine, which are tearing up from pleasure and heat. “‘Yes,’ what?”

“Yes, Sebastian.”

He smirks and moves his hand upward toward my mouth. Squeezing my cheeks to prop it open again, Seb fucking spits inside of it holy shit–

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he rasps before rewarding me with a sloppy, almost desperate kiss.

The noises coming from me are absurd. He threads his fingers back into my hair, but doesn’t pull – he simply keeps ‘em there to support me.

“Godfuckingdamnit Seb,” I slur, drunk off his fingers. “I need you,” I beg promptly after, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

Hearing my pleas, he laughs evilly, before halting his movements. I whine as he removes the digits from my core, “S-seb, no!”

I don’t care how distressed I sound. I was so close to release. So close!!

My legs fall limp, feet now planted against a lower step. My thighs’re vibrating from how tensely they were coiled around Seb’s hips moments ago. Chest is heaving. Pussy’s dripping enough that I can feel my juices trailing to my ass. Ugh.

Seb gravitates down my body, marking his territory every few inches or so. Scratching my sides, nibbling and sucking my skin. His eyes veer from my face to focus on what he’s doing, but every once in a while they flicker up to make sure I’m still watching him. Only him.

“Think about it, baby...” Seb mumbles against the skin near my navel.

His right hand is softly cradling my hip, and the left is lower, palming my inner right thigh. When I don’t answer or ask what he means, he gives the fat of my thigh a beautifully tight squeeze.

“If I were to let you finish so soon, you might forget all about me.” He plants another wet kiss near my pubic area. “And then, I won’t get to hear you break for me.” Yoba, save me. After hoisting my legs over his shoulders, Seb lowers himself so that his lips are brushing my labia as he muses again, “Where’s the fun in that?”

He’s like a fucking incubus right now, what the fuck!

This is so cool!

“Holy shit,” I airily laugh, nails digging into the wood.

As Seb tattoos the handprint he’d left on my previously squished inner thigh with teeth-shaped dents, he chuckles darkly, before digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood. “Say my name, honey.”

Eyebrows upturned, I moan out a half-curse, stopping myself by replacing the second half with my lover’s name. Adrenaline’s coursing through me as I revel in the pain.

“Oh, you love this, don’t you?” Seb questions. He has such a cocky undertone to his voice… Little shit.

I nod my head in response to his inquiry. I’m reminded that a nod is, in fact, not his name either, as he bites again on the same spot.

“Mnnn!” I moan out, eyes tearing. “Yeah, Sebastian,” I strain.

“There. Not so hard, is it?” His eyes are expectantly locked into mine.

“N-no, Seb.”

He rewards me for complying by cleaning the liquid crimson that’s trailing down my skin. First he uses his thumb to swipe it, and licks it clean; then, he simply trails his tongue from the bottommost drop-upward, closing his soft lips around the raw wound.

I cautiously reach the hand that isn’t clutched on my stoop into his hair. When he doesn’t push me away, I ground myself in the jet black strands. Each lap against the broken skin sends a shiver down my spine and into my cunt.

Why am I… so fucking into this?

Once he’s sure I’ve stopped bleeding, Seb brings the hand that was on my hip back to my folds. Spreading me open, then licking with a featherlight flick of the tongue.

I can’t help the sigh of relief that comes out of me as pleasure ensues once more. He flattens his tongue against me, presses a little harder, and traces broader circles. My hand instinctively tugs his hair, and he laughs against me – he’s gotta know that he has me wrapped around his fucking finger right now.

“You want more, baby?” My eyes widen at the telepathic intrusion. Oh my fucking god he can talk to me while literally eating me out that’s so fucking cool I love magic so mu–

I nod, almost too hard. “Sebastian, please” I quickly correct myself, hips wiggling into his touch.

“Beg for it,” he commands with his voice.

For fuck’s sake, dude – as he pulls away, a string of either saliva or my wetness or both droops between his mouth and my cunt. I shiver at the lewd sight. Chest heaving, I do my best to think up a way to just get laid already he is KILLING ME. I’ve been begging, this man clearly wants specifics…

“Sebastian, p-please fill me…?” I stutter, because of course. As if I didn’t sound dumb enough… Like, fill me? Seriously? I avoid eye contact as I feel my whole body blushing, then hiss as Seb bites a new wound into my less-scathed thigh.

“Eyes over here, darling.”

Oh fuck.

I look him in the eye as he proceeds back down onto my slit. I shudder, eyes flickering between his own and his tongue. Unable to focus my attention on just one or the other. He notices, and punishes me with a featherlight bite on my bud.

“Ahh!” my eyes roll back and I harshly tug his strands. Vision hazy, I return my gaze to his. His dumb, beautiful face looks so fucking smug.

He’s so gorgeous. It’s so unfair.

“Now,” he continues, leaving some kisses along my lower lips, “Try that again.”

I shudder, doing my best to hold contact. “Please give me your cock, Sebastian.” I swallow hard, eyebrows upturned, overwhelmed with embarrassment.

He hums onto me, pleased. A human vibrator. Feels so nice…

“Good start,” Seb encourages. “More.”

I cover my mouth with the back of my hand, lightly gnawing at my knuckle as I hype myself up. “Please Seb, I need to feel you inside me so badly” I roll my eyes back and curse under my breath as he does some cool tongue move that I can’t see from this angle. I quickly return my stare back to his. “I’m yours, Sebastian.”

Something in him snaps at that last line. I hear a growl from his throat, and the next thing I know, I’m being lifted and pinned against the side of my cabin by his hands, his lips, his whole body.

“Damn fucking right you are.”

Trusting that my shaky thighs will stay wrapped around him, Seb uses one hand to secure my wrists above my head, and the other to undo his belt and unzip his pants. When his dick springs free, it taps against my entrance. A broken hum escapes me at the tantalizing sensation.

“Never forget it,” he groans against my ear before nibbling the lobe.

He thrusts into me, not giving any time for adjustment before going wild on my pussy. His nails dig into my thigh as he helps me stay propped up.

“Sebastian, fuck!~”

Unlike the last time I carved into my palms with my nails during sex, Seb doesn’t stop me. He’s too focused on fucking me senseless. A blessing, truly – I’d be so pissed if he stopped now.

“You belong to me,” he grunts just barely an inch from my lips. His velvety voice curses my name, then continues, eyes stabbing into my own, “You’re mine.”

I nod, “I’m yours, Seb.”

“Fuuuck, (y/n),” he half-laughs, half-moans, rolling his eyes shut. Pressing his forehead to mine. Pulsing even harder, creating wet slaps that echo into the late night air.

I continue to cry out Seb’s name alongside self-soothing curses, with some “I’m yours”es and “I love you”s sprinkled in. Soon enough, he’s accomplished exactly what he sought out to do: The only thing escaping my lips is his name. Over, and over, and over, until my throat is raw.

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dajaregambler · 2 years

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HeliosR - Dino Albani Card story ‘‘Family gathering’’

Translation of Dino Albani’s 2nd anniversary card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Junior: -And this is a picture taken at the party held to celebrate our one year anniversary for being admitted.

Junior: All the food was amazing at this super luxurious venue!

Granny: Oh my, truly. What a wonderful place. So you celebrated in such a fancy, sparkly location.

Pops: Aren’t you just looking cool there, Junior-kun. You were dapper at the wedding ceremony already, and here's an other side of coolness coming from you.

Junior: R-really? You don’t usually see me walking around in these kinda clothes, so the fact that you think that means a lot

Faith: Grandfather, grandmother, look at my picture too. The one where I’m standing with Ochibi-chan

Pops: Ooh, where, where?

Junior: Gah, don’t get in the way you Shitty DJ! He just said I was cool and all too!

Faith: Why’re you mad? Will showing my pic make them stop calling you cool or something?

Junior: Gh…..KYAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!

Keith: Shuddup…..

Dino: Ahaha, as long as they’re having fun♪ Obviously same goes for Junior, but seeing Faith enjoy himself is making me happy

Dino: I thought about how I could go for a little vacation, and ended up excitedly inviting everyone over to my family’s home…

Dino: Although the more I think about it, I’m a bit worried if it was the right call to make given how it was everyone’s precious time off…

Keith: No need to go out of your way to fret over it. Ain’t like these guys had anything planned in particular

Keith: It’s their earned time off after giving it all they got with training this whole year, so ain’t it got this feeling of a special occasion to it? …Not that I know any better.

Dino: I guess so… It’s reassuring to hear you say that.

Dino: The last time I was here I told granny and pops that when I drop by again I'll be taking the whole team with me

Dino: Spending time like this, together with pops and granny who raised me, then with you and the rookies, it might as well be a dream.

Dino: It’s like a “big ol’ family gathering!”, which makes me super duper happy♪

Keith: Really now….

Keith: Kinda amazing ya can say sumn’ like that without getting embarrassed. Not that it’s a new development or anything….

Dino: Eh!? Did I say something embarrassing?

Keith: Don’t mind it~

Pops: Come to think of it, Junior-kun is the son of that “The Lightning”, right

Keith: ……Oh?

Granny: Yes, yes! Both me and pops were surprised to hear that when we were watching the broadcast of the LOM the other day!

Pops: So that’s why you got called to throw the first ball for the Tiger Jets before. It all made sense when I heard it.

Dino: Uwawah, this is bad… They don’t know about Junior’s whole situation…

Dino: What do we do, Keith. Should we step in?

Keith: …….. Nah-

Junior: Yep, that’s right. “The Lightning” is my dad.

Junior: You two must’ve seen his ceremonial first pitch in real time, yeah? Dino told me that

Pops: Yes exactly! I remember how your father had done a splendid job just like you, Junior-kun

Dino: H-huh…? He’s handling it better than I thought he would.

Keith: …Hmm?

Keith: ………

Dino: Keith

Keith: Oh, what’s up

Dino: Ah, there really isn’t anything… Rather, sorry for interrupting your little moment of rest

Keith: I ain’t taking a breather, I’m just smoking. Having a cigarette while surrounded by Mother Nature feels a bit criminal though.

Dino: Ahaha…

Keith: What now?

Dino: Nothing… Was wondering if you weren’t feeling tired or so…

Keith: Tired?

Dino: I mean, it’s not like there’s a moment of peace with how things always get rowdy at my place, right?

Dino: For me it’s nothing out of the ordinary, but there’s also people who can’t stand these kinds of things…

Keith: Ya think so?

Dino: …Am I wrong?

Keith: Haaah… What’cha getting strange ideas for this late

Keith: Ain’t like it’s the first time I’m here, or meeting yer pops and granny for the matter…

Keith: Besides, how many years do ya think we’ve been friends. If that’s what it is, we’ve gotten over that hill long time ago

Dino: EEEH!?

Keith: And if yer talking ‘bout all the noise, ain’t like it’s much different from back at the Tower

Keith: Seriously man, you're eons late with worrying after all that merry making. And since yer the one proposed the idea, ya better show me how to have fun with all ya got.

Dino: Keith……

Keith: Hm? ….What’s up with that car?

Dino: Ah!

Brad: I ended up being late.

Keith: Eh….? huh? Brad!?

Dino: You totally aren’t late at all. Thanks for coming despite being busy.

Keith: Oi, oioioioi, what’s the meaning of this… You didn’t tell me anything

Dino: I also invited Brad to come over. Since granny and pops have been always mentioning how they wanna him again too.

Brad: I hadn’t been called over since our Academy days. My apologies for also not being able to drop to give my greetings when they had come to New Million too.

Dino: It’s all good, no worries about that! I’d like for you to relax and enjoy yourself too today♪

Brad: I see… You have my gratitude for letting me have a nice holiday.

Keith: Listen, Dino. With Brad coming here and all, stuffs gonna get, y’know… we gotta need to like follow through and all, what’cha gonna do ‘bout all that?

Dino: Follow through?

Keith: I’m talking ‘bout Faith here! Ya didn’t tell me anything, don’t say that you kept quiet from him t-

Faith: Keith, Dino, what’re you doing?

Keith: …….!

Faith: Ah…..

Faith & Brad: …….

Keith: O-oi, is this gon’ be alright-

Faith: So you came?

Brad: Yes

Faith: …Well isn’t that just perfect timing? We were just about to eat dinner right now

Faith: You two should head inside soon too

Keith: Y-yeah……

Brad: I shall go greet your grandmother and grandfather at once.

Keith: ………

Dino: Of course I brought this up to Faith before. And then he told me it wouldn’t be a problem or anything.

Keith: …Hmm?

Dino: C’mon, let’s also get inside! There’ll be plenty of delicious furnace baked pizza to eat~♪

Dino: This time around I planned everything to make sure it’ll be enjoyable. So I’ll do as you said and have fun with everything I got in me!

Dino: A pizza party together with all of my beloved family! It doesn’t get more love and peace than that…☆

Keith: Haha….. Am no match for that love and peace alien after all…

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #dino albani #keith max #leonard wright jr.#brad beams #faith beams

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nicetrynicetry · 8 days

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Wednesday and I find myself looking longingly at screengrabs of the website Silk Road, the few that remain from 2011. I remember visiting and using the website myself, cupping my hands around the computer screen at my dad’s house to stop the glare of sunlight compromising my vision. My dad had had a conservatory built on the back of his very narrow Georgian house, which he called an “orangerie” because he sought so badly to cast off his working class upbringing, and thought conservatories were tacky. Reader, it was a conservatory. The house was one of many on a street owned by divorced men. Women and children would come to stay, and leave in tears. Herb gardens were grown and meticulously tended to while each man waited for someone to die nearby and score a coveted allotment membership, hoping to graduate to vegetables. Alliums, brassicas, squashes. My dad did eventually get an allotment spot, which I’ll never forget visiting. I asked to borrow his iPhone to take a photo of a courgette blossom and upload it to Facebook, and as I flicked through to find the best shot, I accidentally scrolled to find both my dad’s penis and his then-girlfriend’s pussy in the camera roll. Worse still were my father’s accusations that I’d sought these photos out, and that this is what I get for being a pervert. Kind of an amazing 4D chess move on his part if you think about it, turning something that scarred me for life into a mere symptom of my Electra complex. And it turns out I *am* a pervert, just not where it concerns my dad’s dick pics

But I digress. Sigh. Before my Silk Road nostalgia spree I get some texts from W telling me he has good news, that the engineer he wanted to mix my songs has taken time out of his love triangle with two Haitian strippers to agree to the job. W asks for more songs to work on, but I can’t think of anything worse than willingly entering into another 7 month professional entanglement. “Let’s get these two over the line first”, I write back, copy and pasting the paragraph of notes I sent for each that haven’t yet been actioned. Before this, I sit in an office with two wealth managers and a frazzled assistant who pours me new water faster than I can drink it. I am shown things on laptops and large wall-mounted screens and am asked things about my properties, peppered with questions about how the art world works. The main guy both grilling and somehow schmoozing me thinks that when I refer to “my galleries”, I am talking about actual buildings I own. He then breathes a sigh of relief when I clarify

Before this meeting, I do an exercise in Pilates called “snake” that threatens to break my ribs and wrists. It is the first time in a long time that I have refused to obey orders, instead removing myself from the machine and glaring at it. The older woman in the class with a new ailment every week says her memories are giving her anxiety. “It only happens when I lie down”, she explains, “and I only lie down when I’m here”. I don’t ask how she sleeps, even though I want to, very badly. Before Pilates I am sound asleep, dreaming that most cliched of dreams where my teeth are coming loose in my mouth. I am googling emergency veneers and telling friends I don’t know which dentist to trust. Nobody else’s teeth seem loose, and I ask to check their stability vs mine. I know I am in Miami because there is art deco architecture and Swarovski Crystal Mickey Mouse sculpture everywhere

Before I go to bed I watch a YouTube video of a divorce attorney giving his thoughts on love and marriage. He says he would like to be invisible for a day and go into the homes of around 8 of his clients to find their wedding albums. “I’d like to see what it looked like when these people loved each other, because now they’re weaponised against each other…in fact they’re trying to kill each other and they’re taking every secret, every intimacy……you know marriage in legal terms fits the definition of negligence. And by this I mean the burden of not doing it is LOWER than the potential for harm in doing it. It’s like owning a lion: there is a very high risk of someone getting very seriously hurt. And yeah I still get misty-eyed at weddings and part of me thinks oh you know maybe it’ll work out but I’ve been doing this 20 years and I find that love and marriage have very little to do with each other”. I am rapt. It helps that this attorney is extremely charming, just arrogant enough, foul mouthed and Waspy and wise. It crosses my mind that he might be on Adderall for this interview but I choose not to dwell on this because I want to remain enchanted by him. Adderall really cheapens charisma, which is why Americans are so rarely charming and so often creepy or domineering. I am both taking notes on the concept of prenups for my own hypothetical future marriage and the ways my parents’ marriage may have disintegrated. He recalls asking a client if there was a moment she knew her marriage was over, and she said yes, there is this granola I’m crazy about that you could only get from one store in the city. And whenever I’d get to the end of a bag I’d find a new bag in its place the following morning because he’d noticed and gone out to get more. He didn’t ask for credit, and yet it was always there. And then one day I got to the end of the bag and it didn’t get replaced. “That’s when I knew”, she said. The divorce attorney asked her if there was an equivalent of that gesture, one that she used to do for him and later stopped doing, and she said, “probably blowjobs”

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demonicsin · 1 month

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Going through the horrors again so I guess I'mma trauma dump in here and edit his as more horrors keep happening (tw:gender dysphoria, homophobia, SA, incest )

So aside from all my trauma becausy mom is a violent bipolar freak who thinks it's okay to slam kid's head's into walls if the try and defend themselves (verbally, mind you)

At 13 my best friend decided it would be a funny joke to molest me for 4 months and because I didn't want him to get in trouble and I was scared of authority (still am) I didn't do anything to ask him to stop. Consistently.. And he didn't listen. Because a all the sex exposure he had was from anime and hentai. And I think we all know what kind of influence that is.

And then more recently after I got over that a coworker (who lied about age, name, and how he got my number) started sexually harassing me by texting me shit like "I wanna take your virginity" and like sending me his dick pics and shit until he coerced me into having (very bad) sex with him because I agreed and when I found out didn't want to be a pussy about it. I remember the date bc it was the day after I watched the pre release of the fnaf movie and we got robbed at work lmao. He got fired for reasons unknown to me but I still said nothing.

And now my dad is being weird and like groping me and shit and putting his hand uncomfortably high on my right and making me like give him massages, and fuck, I hate it so much, it's gotten to the point I feel scared to be alone with him (even though he says he won't do anything I don't want). I mean who the fuck says that it's ok to be attracted to your dad wtaf. And at this point even rose tinted lenses say that this isn't right. (Not even mentioning the fact that when he had me do it today he made me touch his dick which was very much out multiple times.) And since I'm still in the mindset of "if I dare say that this makes me uncomfortable I'll be punished in some way" I just say that nothing is wrong like a bitch.

All this isn't even mentioning that I came out to my parents as lesbian and both of them are saying "no you aren't, you can't know if you're lesbian until you have sex with both men and women" which is such bullshit it's ridiculous

Or the fact I came out as non binary to my oldest sister and she said pretty much blatantly "I don't care what you do to your body but I won't respect your pronouns"

Or the fact that if I come out to the rest of the family it won't be good.. But I can't handle being a girl for another day. I can't. It hurts to look at myself in the mirror, especially when I'm naked and not hiding behind large hoodies and sweatpants.

Fuck I don't even want to be touched anymore, I just want to be left alone, ad everyone is saying "go to college, go to college", but the thought of doing school again fills me with dread. I don't want to do anything anymore, I'm pretty sure I'm just surviving at this point! And I'm still expected to be happy and watch my nephew literally all of my free time too! God I can't do his anymore. I want to live but not like this. Not like this.. Sorry for being a Debbie downer on your feed.

#vent post.

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nichelleyoung · 5 months

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Text/Call | Nichelle + her parents

Nichelle: I wanted to share this news with you both before you could end up finding out from anyone else. Mom: What is it? Dad: Is everything ok? Nichelle: Other than the fact that I feel like sleeping all the time and am lowkey nauseous some of the time, yes. Nichelle: [sends ultrasound pic from last dr appt] Mom: [calls immediately] Nichelle: Hey. Mom: NICHELLE. AMANI. YOUNG, ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! Nichelle: Well actually, Mom, it's Nichelle Amani Rodriguez now but-- Mom: [sucks on teeth] Little girl! Dad: [laughs in the background] I can't believe it, Chelly. So we're getting another grandbaby? Nichelle: [chuckles] Yup. Sometime in February. Dad: Wow, that soon, huh? Mom: Wait, February? So that mans you and Surge have known about this for a while. Why are we just now finding out? Nichelle: Because we weren't ready to tell anybody yet. Hell, you should've seen me at Thanksgiving with his family. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Sofia's figured it out with me wearing the baggiest sweater I own while trying /not/ to look like I was fighting morning sickness. Dad: [chuckles again] Well congratulations, baby girl. How are you doing now? Nichelle: Right now I'm okay. Just tired but that's my norm these days. Mom: Are you and Surge planning to find out what you're having? Is my little sweet pea Pilar excited? Nichelle: Yes, my appointment was today and we did a blood test to find out. That way we don't have to /hope/ that the baby's in the right position during the ultrasound for us to find out. We're going overseas for a wedding next week, so we should have the results by then. And Mom, Pilar's very excited about becoming a big sister. I think her hype has ramped up now that I'm showing. Mom: Well of course! [laughs a little] She is going to be a great big sister. And don't be surprised if you and Surge start getting deliveries to your home soon. I've gotten started on my Christmas shopping and I'm having a few things sent directly to you guys. Dad: [scoffs] A few, Rhonda? Nichelle, your mother is the epitome of a grandma who loves to spoil her grandchild. And now that another grandbaby's on the way? You and Surge better set one of those bedrooms aside for her 'few things' she's sending. Mom: Hush, nobody asked for your commentary. Nichelle: [sighs] Mom, just remember that we do have to be able to put whatever you ordered somewhere here at the house, okay? Mom: Sweetheart, don't listen to your father. He's exaggerating. Like I said, I'm just having a few things sent and trust me, nothing's too much for my sweet pea, or her little brother or sister. Nichelle: [smiles a bit] Thanks, Mom. I'm gonna get going. I've got a couple of shoots tomorrow and the first one is early. Dad: Alright, you take care of yourself, Chelly. Mom: That's right, sweetheart. And hey, did you tell your sister the news? Nichelle: Nope. She's not talking to me still and I'm done trying to reach out to her. If she wants to be involved in my life--which includes Surge, Pilar and this baby--then she's gonna have to stop chewing on her bitter stick and talk to me. Dad: That's fair. I know you've tried, and I know your sister can be stubborn, especially when she feels wronged. Mom: I'm glad you told us, Nichi. Take care of yourself and as you know, you call or text us if you need anything. Nichelle: I will. Love you two. Dad: we love you too. And hey, I'm serious about designating a room for all those gifts-- Mom: Eddie, if you don't hush! Nichelle: [laughs] Bye, guys.

#Young family text

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simthorium · 7 months

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It was a really exciting day for the children of Generation 8; SimCity Fun Park day! The kids loaded up into a car with their parents, aunts, and uncles, and headed out to Bluewater Village. First stop: The Cyclone, the largest wooden roller coasters in the city.

“This is gonna be so awesome!” Alana exclaimed. “You sure you not scared?” “Scared?” Taylor echoed. “Tuh! I’m gonna sit in the front!” “Can I sit with you?!” Alana asked. Nearby, Amber and Sadé discussed their plans for the coaster too. “We’ll sit second row,” said Amber. “It’s just as fun as the first, but not as scary.” “Good plan!” Sadé said. “Where am I gonna sit?” Gavin asked, feeling a little left out. “I’ll sit with you,” said Harmony. “Jason thinks since he’s the oldest, he gets a whole row to himself.” “I am, and I do,” Jason said, crossing his arms.

The next empty car for the roller coaster pulled up and the kids filed in as discussed; Alana and Taylor in the front, Sadé and Amber behind them, Harmony and Gavin in the third row, and Jason by himself bringing up the rear.

“THIS IS AWESOMEEEEE!” Taylor screamed at the top of her lungs as the coaster dipped them down fast, speeding down the track. “Front row is the best!” Alana shouted, clapping her hands.

The kids held on tightly as the coaster did a loop-de-loop, screams and laughter ringing out as they raced further. The roller coaster was rickety and fast, whipping them all around through the scenic background of the neighborhood.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Gavin muttered. “Be sick that way!” Harmony shouted, pushing him away from her. “I can’t have puke on me on this awesome ride!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!” Sadé screamed, throwing her hands up in the air as they went down another loop. Amber smiled, trying to hold her arms up too, but she was just a little too scared to keep them all the way up.

“One more loop!” Taylor called, looking behind her at her cousins’ happy faces. “Thank god,” Gavin muttered. “Stop being a crybaby and enjoy the ride!” called Harmony. “I wanna go again!” Sadé screamed at the top of the hill.

“You guys are all so lame,” Jason said coolly, trying his best to look unbothered in the back row, despite the fact that he was having the time of his life. As the oldest cousin, he had to keep up appearances.

The ride came to an end, quietly weaving its way through a pond that squirted the passengers with water as it made its way to the end.

The kids caught their breath, still exhilarated by the excitement of the ride. Alana clapped her hands happily as the ride came to a close. “That was the most fun ever in the world!” she said, unable to stop grinning. “I definitely need a funnel cake after that,” Taylor said with a sigh. “And a hot dog!” Amber piped up. “Or an ice cream!” said Sadé. “I think I need a barf bag,” Gavin grumbled from the back.

The kids got off the ride and met up with the adults right afterwards. Bryan, Corey, Penelope, and Kenya were waiting for their kids and nieces and nephews in the food court, just hanging out together as the kids rode the ride. “Did you see how fast we went, mom!?” Amber exclaimed, rushing up to Kenya. “I did, sweetie,” Kenya said with a smile. “It looked like you had so much fun!” “The funnest!” Sadé exclaimed, hugging both of her dads. “I want to come here everyday!”

“Did Gavin really throw up?” Amber asked, giggling with Sadé. “Harmony, you have to tell us!” Sadé said. Harmony just shrugged. “Close but no cigar,” she said. “Guess he doesn’t have what it takes.” “We gotta toughen him up and show him what it’s like to be a real Zarro,” Amber said, garnering nods from her cousins.

“Alright kids, lets take a quick pic before he head on over to the next ride,” Penelope said, wrangling up all the kids. Everyone got into position, ready to take a fun picture and document the exciting day for years to come.

#Zarro legacy #generation 7 #generation 8 #Penelope #Bryan #Jason #Taylor #Amber #Sade #Harmony #Gavin #Alana #Kenya #Corey #Bluewater Village #i haven't done an amusement park story since gen 6 i think?#probably actually since like 2018 or so #wild!#this was so fun it was fun watching them have a good time :)

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harristops · 3 years

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I will never get over the stark differences between how Ash and Ali hold Sloane 🤣

Also Sloane with the missing shoe again??

#ashlyn harris #ali krieger #sloane phillips #Ash is holding her the same way I hold my backpack on the subway #God bless this woman was meant to be a father #In fact they both look like dads in this pic I am here for it AK with the this is MY wife pose with that cocky head tilt #sigh this family is two cute I love these two moms and their child #Also sloane decked out it hot pink who chose her outfit #It's adorable but still so bright lol #I know ash wanted to recreate the pose but not with your child like that!!

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deadwriter16 · 3 years

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rewatching bakugou vs uraraka and yall get to hear my thoughts

first of all bakugou needs to stop looking like this

WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THIS

okay now for my thoughts

ochako does not like being called pink cheeks. their relationship is so great, i love them so much. horikoshi please give kacchako more screen time (platonically) i am begging you

iida: hey what was your strategy for uraraka to beat bakugou?

izuku, completely unprompted: kacchan’s so strong…

full offense but bakugou not holding back against uraraka is so great. feminist icon. but really uraraka and Bakugo are so similar, neither of them count a win unless their opponent is at full strength, they both want their opponent to come at them with full power…

they’re so similar. no wonder deku loves them both so much

mineta: bakugou is such a sadist

me: do you know how upsetting it would be to get an easier fight just because you’re a ‘frail girl?’ no way.

bakugou is doing her RIGHT

they’re both such badasses i love them so much. power couple

YES GET EM AIZAWA

damn he roasted that dude

“bakugou’s fierceness is an acknowledgement of his opponent’s strength. he knows she’s deserves to have made it this far” so true bestie aizawa spitting straight facts here

look at this man i would give him everything

and look at her!! the baddest bitch. marry me

uraraka is so fucking underrated

her rock strategy is so awesome

but unfortunately…

LOOK AT THAT EXPLOSION. DAMN

“that was close” bakugou says. if only uraraka could have heard him say that. he respects her strength so much

okay I’m sorry I keep interrupting this for bakugou pics but LOOK AT HIM

he called her uraraka

he respects her so much, really understands the immense capacity of her strength. even when she’s down he sees how much she wants to keep going and he’s already in fighting stance because he knows she will get up.

she’s so beautiful

don’t mind me im just sobbing over the two hottest bnha characters fighting each other like the badasses they are

she tried so crazy hard she’s so amazing. they’re both so amazing

kaminari: i dunno how you could aim a blast like that at such a frail girl

bakugou:

“I definitely wouldn’t call that girl frail”

awww ochako and deku. best friends <3

uraraka’s dad is the best. i love her parents, they’re so sweet

todoroki stop being emo

“he may be your son, but he isn’t you” hell yeah get em deku

in summary: my favorite sports festival fight by far. I think it’s so amazing, and shows a different side of bakugou that everyone immediately registers as sadism and cruelty, when in fact it’s bakugou respecting someone’s strength and giving her his all because it’s only fair. bakugou might have thought that her strategy was deku’s, but damn if he didn’t still respect her for how amazing she was throughout the whole fight. I mean…these two get this moment and then get one more scene talking about deku and that’s basically it? give them more scenes together please.

anyway, the point of this post is katsuocha besties.

#bnha #mha #katsuocha #kacchako #bakuraka #bakuocha #bakugou x uraraka #katsuki x ochako #all ships mentioned are platonic or romantic #bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #ochako uraraka #bnha bakugou #bnha uraraka #god i love them #SORRY this post is so long

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httpdabi · 3 years

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Jealousy

Word count: 6,5k

Genre: Smut, romance, no quirk lol

Warnings: 18+, a little bit of choking, a little bit of daddy kink, rough sex, dom!dabi , jealousy kinda, unprotected sex, alcohol

Credit to the owner of the pic!!

✨Friends to lovers fic✨

Throwing your phone across the room, deep breath coming out of your mouth. The fact that he was coming back today made the time pass so slow it was painful. You were glancing at your phone every now and then checking what time it is, knowing he should arrive around 17PM. Rolling down on your old bed, you took a good look of your room.

Pastel pink walls, white bed, small working table in the left corner of the room. Beside your bed were photos taped on the wall. All those photos woke a memory in you. Some of the photos were of you and your friends, but most of them were of you and Dabi.

Dabi.

Your childhood best friend. You will never forget the day you first met him. Shy little Touya not wanting to play with your dolls. I’M A MAN. He screamed back then, throwing the doll away, making you cry loudly. You will never forget how scared he got in the moment you started screaming around, trying to hush you down somehow. He did everything he could hoping his parents won’t hear.

Yours and Touya’s parents were literally best friends, visiting each other almost every day. Having to face him so often, you two almost had no choice then to become friends. At the beginning none of you were impressed by each others company. But how both of you grew up, you were becoming closer and closer. At some point, you two became inseparable.

When Touya started getting piercings, you were so jealous. You wanted to get that Certilage piercing just like him, but your parents were so strict even the thought of it made their hair get up. Of course Touya being Touya, he didn’t give a two shits about their decision. Picking you up one day after school and brining you to his friend that did his piercings too. That night both families were fighting. His parents lecturing him how he is such a bad influence to you, and your parents screaming on you how you’ll never get married with piercing like that. Saying it’s not ladylike.

,, If no one marries her, I will’’ Touya said, making your heart flutter, and everyone else in the room laughed loudly, finding it cute how he was protecting you.

Of course, growing up both of you went different directions in your life. Moving out of your parents place was best thing that happened to you. Having that freedom you never had before, you were appreciating even little things.

Dabi moved out in another city, saying he never wanted to live in his hometown anyway. Of course, there wasn’t a day that he didn’t contact you. But having him so far away made things much harder for you. The only positive thing about him moving to another city was the fact that your huge crush on him would melt down, at least you hoped so.

You were so in love with him. How could you not be ? Having him around so much, such a handsome and good guy, you simply had to develop feelings toward him.

Walking downstairs, you heard Enji laughing loudly at something your father said. You visiting your parents home again, while Todoroki’s were also there, all of you waiting for Dabi to return. It made your heart warm up again, missing moments when all of you were spending time together so often.

Making your way toward kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Not that you were hungry, you were simply bored and something had to kill that boredom.

Taking the milk pudding, you opened it and took one spoon. You tried to multitask somehow, with one hand you were eating the pudding, while with other hand just scrolling your instagram feed.

Suddenly, a head placed on your shoulder, trying to see what you were looking at. Your parents always did that. They had to know why you were always holding that damn phone in your hands.

,, Dad, this is private, I’m not a child anymore’’ you whined, pushing your fathers head away. You hated when he does that, privacy is privacy and it has to be respected.

,, I didn’t know you were into daddy kink’’ a familiar voice whispered, making you flinch in surprise. Turning around you immediately jumped on the person standing behind you. Dabi laughed, placing his hand around your waist hugging you strongly, before he pulled you up in the air.

,, You little piece of shit, I missed you so much’’ you said hugging him back, not paying any attention to your parents in the background.

The rest of the day was all about Touya. How he was, what did he do, does he have a girlfriend and so on. Of course he liked to be the center of the attention, talking about everything. Not that you were complaining, you were sinking in every word that came out of his mouth, admiring him as always.

At the end of the day, your parents made plans that this week all of you should meet and have a super cool bbq like in the old times. Which meant one big ass sleep over, with Todoroki’s. Those nights were always amazing, so much food, so much sweets and of course so much alcohol for grown ups. That was the reason why Rei and Enji slept over after all. All of them would simply get wasted.

Dabi decided he will sleep at your place, since he never saw your new apartment, all of them agreeing, knowing that there’s a lot he probably wanted to tell you.

First both of you went to his old home, placing his suitcase and taking just few stuff to bring over. He didn’t want to waste any time, since his parents were still at your place, and he really wanted to finally see your new apartment.

Placing his bag in his hallway, he immediately went inside your living room, looking around, commenting what doesn’t look good and how he would decorate it much better. He opened the fridge, feeling like home and took one ice cream out of the freezer. Making his way toward your couch.

,, So, where’s that piece of shit called Kai’’ he asked, biting the chocolate on the ice cream. You were confused a bit, since you broke up with Kai long time ago.

,, Didn’t I already tell you? It’s been six months since we broke up’’ you laughed out. How can it be possible that you left your dear Touya uninformed about your love life.

,, Oh, that breaks my heart.’’ He said sarcastically. ,, What happened?’’ he added licking the ice cream.

,, Well, he cheated on me’’ you lied, sitting down beside him. Well, technically he did cheat on you, but the reason behind it was because he found out about your feelings about Dabi. He found out that he was only being used to forget your one sided love. Not that you didn’t like Kai, you did find him attractive, but you couldn’t force yourself to do with him stuff every couple did. Which made him cheat on you, hoping he will make you step further. But at his surprise you did something every normal person would do, broke up with him.

You did feel disappointed that you two had to part your ways like that, but you also understood him and with that you couldn’t force yourself to hate him or be that much hurt.

,, He didn’t deserve you anyway. I have no idea what did you see in him. Dude looks like he fed a whole Village in Africa, no offense ‘’ he said, making you laugh.

,, Anyway, we are invited to Mina’s birthday this Saturday’’ you said placing both of your legs on the table.

,, Aren’t we having a bbq that day?’’ Dabi asked as he placed the stick of his ice cream on the table.

,, Yeah, but we can still go tho. They’ll be really happy to see you again, I told everyone that you are back’’ you said, as he placed his head on your lap. You smiled, knowing how much he loves when you play with his hair.

,, Sure, we can do both. I am glad I’ll see them all again’’ he said making your stomach twist out of jealousy. You knew how much Yua and Akari liked Dabi. Of course you were friends, but the fact that all these two had their eyes on him made your blood boil. Even Mina was into him, until she found a boyfriend recently. They didn’t know that you liked him, but you knew very well that they weren’t happy that you had him by your side all the time.

After telling you about the city and all his experience, you two decided to go to sleep since it was already 2AM. You went to the bathroom to change into your silk pajama, coming back only to find Dabi in your bed wearing only shorts.

,, I really wanna get some tattoos too’’ you said looking the tattoos over his chest and arms, wanting to touch every single one of them.

,, Do it’’ he simply said, placing his arms under his head. You just rolled your eyes on him, he knew very well that you weren’t that brave.

,,You can sleep here, I’ll crash on the couch’’ you said ready to stand up. He was a guest after all, and for him you would sleep on the floor if he asked you to.

,, Of course you’re not’’ he said grabbing your arm and pulling you in the bed beside him. Wrapping his one arm around you.

,, Don’t get all cold with me suddenly’’ he laughed while covering both of you with your covers. Of course, you two slept together in one bed before, it wasn’t something unusual. But knowing how you feel about him, you knew that with every move like this, your feelings will grow back even stronger then they were before.

,, Touya, we aren’t children anymore’’ you said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

,, That’s exactly what I was thinking about. Might as well do stuff adults do’’ he said jokingly, making you push him even harder. Making sure you are smiling he just held you stronger repeating that he was joking.

Once you realized that he won’t really give up, you just gave in, preparing yourself for one sleepless night with him.

Dabi placed your leg over him, slowly caressing your tight while telling you about some nonsense like he did before until you would fall asleep. Once he thought that you fall asleep, you felt his long arms around you and his lips on your head.

Having him so close to you, he didn’t know what effect he had on you. For him it was just one normal night, while for you it was something you won’t be able to keep out of your mind next upcoming weeks.

The next days it was like before. Dabi was spending more time at your place as he did home. You two would spend time together, playing games, going grocery shopping together, visiting cafes and so on. You even saw Akari in one café, and of course she was all over Dabi. You couldn’t watch it, she was touching his arm so recklessly, and the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it didn’t’ help either.

Excusing yourself, you said that you felt sick. Dabi wanted to follow you home, but Akari was insisting how he should stay, since they didn’t see each other for such a long time. Not wanting to make any scene, you just told him to stay, not to worry and left them.

On your way home, you felt terrible. It wasn’t anything big, but yet you overacted there and had to leave. But you simply couldn’t watch or hear anything more. You were the one that was supposed to touch him like that. You wanted to touch all those tattoos, and even tho you were his best friend you couldn’t find the courage to do it. Yet, stupid Akari did it without a problem.

Knowing that Dabi will probably just come back to your place, you made your way toward your parents house, not ready to face him somehow. In that moment you wished you didn’t gave him your spare keys. You didn’t want to wait for him and think about what they were doing.

Of course your parents were more then happy to welcome you home. Since you moved out you didn’t sleep at their place that often. But they knew something was wrong, not wanting to bother you, they just let you be.

Once again the night was sleepless for you. Dabi did contact you, asking if you are ok and if he should bring something to you, but once you saw that Akari posted him on her Instagram story, you couldn’t even force yourself to text him back.

You knew that It was so childish of you, he didn’t even know how you feel about him, yet that something small would upset you so much. But your feelings were getting better of you. The whole night you were rolling around in your bed, thinking if he’s home yet, if they are fucking somewhere. You were thinking what would have happened if you just stayed. If you did, he would probably just leave home with you.

Waking up next morning, you wanted to kill yourself. The soreness in your eyes didn’t help either. You saw few messages from Dabi, asking where you are, yada yada. Seeing that it was sent around 4am, you tossed your phone across the bed. Did he stay that long with her ?

You slowly stood up and made your way toward the bathroom, brushing your teeth before leaving home. Your parents were insisting that you should stay, and spend the rest of the day with them. It was Saturday anyway, so you’ll be here later anyway.

But you didn’t want, you had to clean your apartment a bit together with your thoughts. Also it was Minas birthday today, so you had to get ready before you leave for the bbq and her birthday.

Opening the door of your apartment, you saw Dabi’s shoes placed beside yours. Slowly tip toeing, you found him in your bedroom asleep. You slowly closed the door, and started cleaning quietly, making sure not to wake him up.

You wanted to lay down beside him, and simply cuddle yourself close to his body, but because of the thought of the last night, you also wanted to grab his hair and force him out of your apartment.

Of course, once he woke up, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. You had to act it up, and just ignore what happened, after all how could you explain to him why were you even mad ? Dabi left your place around 16PM, leaving you all alone with your thoughts once again. You whished you could tell him how you felt, you wished he would understand.

When the time came, you wore your light purple spaghetti strap dress. Since the evenings were still kidna cold, you decided to wear your oversized black cardigan that was the same length as your dress. Covering just enough.

After doing your make up and straightening your hair, you placed your small bag over your shoulder and wore your overknee lace up boots before you left. The cardigan was bothering you a bit, since you knew how hot it usually gets when you’re in club, but once the wind brushed your naked tight, you didn’t mind it anymore.

Once you got at your parents place, you helped them with all the preparing. Your mom didn’t let you prepare the food, being scared you’ll ruin your dress. But you still helped with plates and all the alcohol. Placing everything on the table outside.

When they arrived Enji and your dad immediately started with the bbq. Rei and your mom were simply enjoying the evening and sipping on their wine, waiting for their food. While both of you and Dabi were simply on your phones. Once again you were upset, all of them complimented your looks, everyone but him. Piece of shit like he looked any better, whit his simple white shirt and jeans.

Lies.

He looked so beautiful without any effort, the tattoos on his arm totally visible.

You took the wine from the table filling your glass, drinking it fast down. Just the thought of Akari and other girls being all over him was driving you crazy. You had to prepare yourself.

,, Slow down doll, I don’t want to spend the rest of my night holding your hair in the toilet’’ Dabi said taking the now empty glass away from you and laughing a bit.

,,Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of taking care of myself on my own’’ you said taking the glass back and filling it with wine again. Who does he think he is ?

When the meat was done, both of you ate and drank a bit before leaving. Dabi didn’t want to drive since he also had plans to drink. Enji was insisting on giving you a ride, but you two didn’t want to break his fun, after all the club wasn’t that far away.

,,So, who will be there tonight?’’ Dabi asked you, taking the box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one cigarette.

,, Mina of course, Yua, Himari, Ryohei, Hiro, Akari and Kai’’ you said, placing your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

,, We should make your little Kai jealous, what do you think?’’ He said, placing his arm around your shoulders.

,, Nah, no need’’ you said looking down on the floor.

When you arrived the club was already full of people. Thankfully Mina waited for you two in front of the club, not wanting for you two to waste your time looking for them. You gave her the present that you and Dabi bought few days ago and graduated her. Knowing that Mina is in relationship with Hiro, so the hug she gave Dabi didn’t bother you so much.

Once you got inside, you greeted everyone and ordered your drinks. Of course Akari was giving all of her attention to Dabi, trying to get as close as possible to him.

None of you wanted to wait, so all of you ordered your drinks. You ordered Malibu with cherry juice, you were up for something sweet. Since the sweet drinks kick in much faster and that’s exactly what you needed. Dabi ordered whisky, while Kai, Hiro and Ryohei ordered pure Vodka. Rest of the girls ordered Wine.

,, Hey’’ you heard very familiar voice close to your ear. You turned around sipping on your drink, welcoming Kai with a small smile and nodding your head.

,, How are youu?’’ he asked loud enough for you to hear. Body too close to your own in your opinion.

,, I am good and you?’’ you simply answered finishing your drink, asking yourself why is he starting this random boring chat. Realizing that your friends were eyeing you and your ex down, you smirked to yourself. If they only knew, how little shit you gave about him.

,, Let’s go get another round of drinks’’ you said, and made your way toward the bar, while Kai was following every step you made.

,, You look beautiful tonight’’ Kai pointed after you ordered what everyone was drinking. Well, at least someone appreciates your effort tonight, you thought to yourself.

,, Thank you, you look cool yourself’’ you said already trying your drink, while giving the money with your right hand to the bartender. He didn’t look bad at all, wearing black button up shirt, one part of it tucked in his jeans. His typical black convers shoes. He looked good.

Once you two got back, placing all the drinks on the table, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you. You weren’t sure if he wanted to tell you something, so you took his Whisky and went to him.

,, What is it ?’’ you asked giving him his drink.

,, Nothing at all’’ he replied eying you down. He was about to say something more, but Akari interrupted him, saying some nonsense. Not wanting to watch them together, you just left them, making your way toward Ryohei, Himari and Kai on the dancefloor.

All of you were dancing. Jumping around and waving your body to the sound of the music. You realized that Kai was trying real hard to get you to himself, but sadly your drinks didn’t hit you that much yet. Still the only person that was on your mind was Dabi. You wanted to look at him, and see what’s he doing, but you were afraid once you turn around you’ll find Akari all over him again, or even worse making out with him. It would definitely ruin your night.

After few more drinks, you finally started getting tipsy. While Mother Mother was playing, you and Himari were jumping around, making your way back toward the table to get your other drink that was already there, you two were screaming at each other ,, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, you better run’’ moving your body crazily just as the music was.

,, Cheers’’ Himari screamed, once both of you placed a bit salt on your hand. Licking the salt of your hand, both of you drank the tequila fast before sucking the lemon. Making the weird face, both of you laughed preparing another shot.

Making your way back to the others, both of you were going crazy to the beat of the song you loved. With a new drink in your hand, you didn’t think about the consequences. After all the music was just so good, you simply had to drink.

Dancing around, you felt a body pressed against your. Tilting your head to the side, you realized it’s Kai standing behind you, trying to get as much of you as he could. At that moment you didn’t give a fuck anymore, just giving in and dancing with him. You saw Himari and Mina laughing at you, thinking you two will get together.

,, I’ll go smoke one fast, wanna come?’’ Kai asked. You simply shook your head giving him a sign that you'll simply wait and found yourself once again dancing with Himari. You were glad Himari was there, since without her you wouldn’t have much fun as you had now.

,, You are fast’’ you said, feeling Kai’s body behind you again. Slow down by Chase Atlantic started playing, no better song for grinding your body against someone else. Moving your body slowly, you felt his hands holding your hips firmly.

,, Are you sure you aren‘t into daddy kink doll?“raspy and deep voice made you twitch in shock. ,, What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me ?’’ he added, holding your hips stronger, not giving you any chance to move away from him.

You felt like there was no need to answer him, since Mina bought you another drink you were already busy sipping on your drink . After all, all you wanted to do was drink and get wasted in that moment anyway. So you moved your body from the side to the side, enjoying how close his body was to yours.

Realizing that you drank your drink, Dabi took it form your hand and gave it to the bartender that was passing by anyway. Turning you around to face him, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, while his own arms found their way to your waist.

,, Wasn’t the plan to make Kai jealous?’’ he asked. You could feel his hot breath on your ear. Tilting your head a bit to the left, you closed your eyes and gave him a small nod with the biggest grin ever.

The grin was long gone once you felt his hands over your ass, squeezing it tightly. ,, Then why am I at the end the jealous one ?’’ He asked giving you one more squeeze. Drunk like that you forgot about your friends and what might they think.

,, Is this how you treat your daddy?’’ he added, not giving you a chance to even progress the last question he gave you. You were never into daddy kink, but coming from his lips, you were ready to call him daddy as much as he wanted.

,, I want.. drink.. haha’’ you said laughing, hoping he will get you another one, since you weren’t capable to do it on your own anymore.

,, We are going home’’ he said. He was already tipsy on his own, but nowhere drunk as you were. He told everyone that you two are leaving, not giving you much time to greet them. Seeing disappointed look on Akari’s face made your night. IN YOUR FACE YOU BITCH ASS HOE

Dabi helped you wear your cardigan, and placed your bag over your shoulders, before he placed his hand around your waist helping you walk a bit. Well, you could walk, but with his grip around you, it was much easier.

,, I thought you could take care of yourself’’ he said once you two were outside. He placed you on the nearest bench, just to light up his cigarette before he pulled you up once again. You placed your arm around his shoulders, bragging about how you can walk perfectly fine.

,, Stop pissing me off doll, you’re hard to hold’’ he said as his grip was getting stronger.

,,Or what ?’’ You laughed, taking the cigarette from him and placing it between your lips. You don’t smoke usually, but alcohol took over you. Dabi laughed surprised, not used at the sight of you smoking.

,, My little Touya, you weren’t even born when I started smoking’’ you managed to say, while he was just laughing at the nonsense you were telling him.

Dabi didn’t know what he should do first, hold you firmly or pull your dress down, scared it was to high up for everyone else to see what’s under it.

,,Now, behave yourself, we are almost home’’ he said pulling your dress down a little, and throwing the almost done cigarette from your lips on the floor.

At his and your surprise both of your parents were still outside enjoying their time. You threw your arm up in the air ready to greet them, but Dabi stopped you fast enough. It’s not like your parents have anything against you drinking. But he wasn’t in a mood to talk with them about anything tonight. And he knew very well that drunk like that you were more then ready for a chat with them.

,, Already home?’’ Enji screamed once he saw you two. You were ready to brag about how you wanted to party a bit longer, but Dabi once again stopped you, telling them how you didn’t feel good that much.

,,What’s your problem man ?’’ You hissed at the party breaker that was pulling you upstairs to your room. Looking how your parents prepared your room made you grin. There was a mattress beside your bed prepared for Dabi.

,, They really think you’ll sleep down there’’ you grinned.

,, Obviously’’ Dabi said, placing you slowly on your bed.

,, Now, change into your pajama while I’m brushing my teeth’’ he said slowly, making sure you understand every word.

With alcohol in your system, you just lain down to rest a bit, before getting all the power and will you had to change.

Pulling your dress over your head, you started looking for your pajamas. Seeing Dabi’s shirt on the floor, you felt satisfied and just wore it. Standing there in the room, you thought if it’s his shirt he wore today, or just the one he got himself for bed. You would rather sleep naked than in a shirt he just wore in the club. Even the thought of the smell of all the smoke and alcohol made you feel dizzy.

Taking the part of his shirt, you pulled it close enough for you to sniff it making sure it’s not his shirt from clubbing.

,,What are you doing doll? ‘’ You froze. Looking to the side, you saw him leaning on the doorframe while smirk was formed on his lips. Luckily there was enough alcohol in your system to feel embarrassed in that very moment, since the view of you sniffing his shirt was weird as fuck.

,, Can’t get enough of me ?’’ he added getting closer to you. ,, You have to wear some shorts, or I’ll really be forced sleep on the mattress tonight’’ he added looking you up and down, while you just stood there speechless.

,, Come here, let’s take off your make up’’ he said, placing his hand on your back, leading the way to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, Dabi pulled you up, making you sit on the washing machine. Slowly helping you wash your teeth. Swinging your legs playfully, Dabi almost poured the water he prepared for you on the floor. Placing the glass to the side, he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Even tho you weren’t sober, you could completely understand the position you were in. Taking the wet wipes he started cleaning your make up carefully. You just closed your eyes enjoying his touch on your face, while he was giving his best to do it gentle as possible.

Sudden feel of a skin brushing over your nose made you open your eyes. Seeing his face not even inches from yours, made you froze. His nose brushing against your own, before you felt his soft lips against your own.

,, You are driving me crazy’’ he said, placing his forehead against yours. Not thinking twice you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. At first you knew that he was surprised since he just stood there, but after a short second you felt him smile into the kiss, leaning in and wanting more.

With his hands under your, or better to say his own shirt, he was moving them up and down slowly. The touch of his hands rubbing your naked skin softly made you want more of him. Pulling him closer with your legs, you placed your hands on his chest , wanting to feel everything you could.

Pulling your head back breaking the kiss, you attacked his neck, leaving wet kisses all over it. Touya pulled your body up, placing his hands on your ass, making his way toward your room. Making small breaks while pushing your body against the wall trying to kissing you like his life depended on it.

Once he placed you on the bad, he didn’t waste any time, hovering over you and kissing your neck. Wanting everyone to know to who you belong to. He wanted to make sure the next time you see Kai, he will know that Dabi is the one that’s dicking you down.

,, I know you couldn’t stand the sight of me and Akari, but grinding on Kai like a little whore, making me all jealous was really unnecessary’’ he gasped between kisses. Pulling the shirt over your head he threw it over the room, leaving you only in your panties. ,, especially in that little dress of yours” he added, as he looked over your half naked body.

,, Fuck you, what did you expect of me, I was mad’’ you moaned out once you felt his lips on your breast, sucking and biting it.

,, Well.. guess what’’ he said, still sucking your boob, while squeezing the other one.

,,What?’’ you breathed out, eyes closed while enjoying his lips on your body.

,, Daddy will punish his little naughty girl’’ he said, once again leaving wet love marks all over your chest.

,,Touya, I’m really not into daddy kink’’ you said, your hands deep inside his hair.

,, But I am’’ he said, his head in front of your, making eye contact with you. ,, And tonight I want everyone to know who your real daddy is. I want everyone to know who you belong to’’ he said, wrapping his hand around your throat. ,, Do you understand me ?’’ he added.

,,Yes’’ you whispered, not breakig the eye contact.

,,Yes what?’’ he asked as his hand started to apply pressure to your throat. Not being used to choking, you couldn’t really manage to give him the right answer. It wasn’t the kind of choking where you felt like passing out because of the lack of oxygen, but you were still new to it.

,,Yes daddy’’ you managed to say somehow. Satisfied with your answer, Dabi moved his hand away from your throat, leaving small kisses over the same spot where his hand left small marks.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said, pulling your panties down. Licking his lips, as you were exposed to him. The fact that you were so valuable to him, and knowing how much power he had over you was turning Touya even more on.

Not wasting any time, he spread your thighs further apart, his head leaning down to run his tongue through your folds. Feeling his tongue piercing on your clit, something you always wanted to feel, made you throw you head back into the pillow, while grabbing Dabi’s head pulling him closer to yourself.

Licking you around your opening, the warm and hot feeling of his tongue, mixed with cold feeling of his piercing was making you shiver. You could feel him smirk against your core as he saw how much effect he has on you. You moan as his lips and tongue move against your folds, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

,,Touya please’’ you moan out, as he sucks roughly on your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt up, as your fingers grab his messy hair.

Flicking his tongue roughly and tugging your clit, his hands were holding your thighs firmly, as his light blue eyes were focused on you. It doesn’t take him long to make you cum all over his mouth, his name falling from your lips shamelessly. Climbing over you, he kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, you started kissing his tattoos, something you wanted to do long time ago. Especially since he came back. Dabi breathed heavily, his head hanging low, while you were under him kissing every little line that covered his body.

He gave you the time you needed, exploring his body as much as you wanted. But once he felt your small hands pulling down his shorts together with his boxers, and licking the tip of his already erected dick, he had to stop you. At your surprise, even his dick was pierced.

,, Another time doll’’ he said, pulling you up. ,, I’ve been dying to fuck you since forever’’ he added, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. Without any warning his slammed his whole length inside making your scream both in pleasure and pain. Wiggling a little, trying to move just a bit away from him, hoping the pain will go away. But Touya couldn’t let that happened, now when he finally had his dick deep inside you.

,,Just relax baby’’ he said not moving, letting you adjust to his size. Placing soft kisses all over your jaw, then slowly moving out of you, only for him to slide back in, so slow that you could feel every vain of his dick move, together with his piercing rubbing your walls.

Dabi was moving so slow, grinding his hips against yours, as his fingers were rubbing your clit gently. Sliding out of you only until the edge of his head remains, before moving slowly again in, repeating the same move all over again. Only God knew how much he wanted to break you.

,, Touya’’ you moan out once he wraps his fingers with yours, placing your left arm above your head, while his right fingers were still rubbing your clit in circles. Your legs shake as you wrap them around him, another orgasm hitting you hard.

Dabi moans with you, as you squeeze his dick while riding of your orgasm. With you having your second orgasm, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Your warm walls around him coated in juices were driving him crazy. All the soft and slow moves were forgotten, making his motions now much deeper and intense. Pulling out till the end and slamming recklessly into you again. Groaning in pleasure, he was slamming into you with a speed you could only imagine.

,, Touya, slow down’’ you moaned, closing your eyes, still sensitive from your second orgasm. ,, I don’t think I can take it’’ you added, trying to catch your breath.

,,Of course you can take it. Look at you, you’re taking it right now doll’’ he groaned, holding your hips in one place while fucking you hard like no one ever has before. You were a moaning mess, with every move your moans were louder.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned, fingers still connected to his. Grabbing his back with your left hand and digging your fingers inside his skin.

,, You’re takng it so well love’’ he said, groaning as he felt the pressure of your nails digging into his back. ,, Go ahead, scratch my back as much as you want’’ he added kissing you sloppily.

Once he started rubbing your clit again, you found yourself digging your nails into his back like a wild cat, finding comfort in it. ,, Touya’’ you moaned his name out as both of you were coming closer to your highs. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his moves becoming more deeper and jankier. His eyes were shut, while your body started shaking once again. Once again you felt your orgasm pulsing through your stomach, and there you were again squeezing his dick not being able to control yourself as you moaned his name over and over again. Dabi continued fucking you , his groans getting louder and louder, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter while you were milking his dick down, he released. Emptying his seeds deep into you.

Both of you stayed in the same position, trying to breath normally. His thumb gently rubbing your hand, as he placed kisses all over your bruised neck.

,, You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you’’ he said between the kisses. ,,I’m so in love with you doll’’ he breathed out, making you feel butterfly’s inside your stomach.

,, Are you?’’ you asked, tilting your head just enough to look at him.

,, Don’t act like you didn’t know already’’ he said smiling, while brushing his nose against your cheek. Of course you didn’t know.

,,Fuck you, I was dying here for you, thinking my love is just one sided’’ you said hitting his chest lightly. ,, I even dated Kai hoping I’ll forget you somehow’’ you added hitting him once again, making him laugh a bit.

,, Don’t mention his name. That’s the past. You belong to me now, only me’’ he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You were always his anyway.

,, All yours, Touya’’ you said, kissing him back-

,, Are you kids awake ? ´´ Enji’s head peeked inside your room, finding his eldest son naked on top of his best friends daughter. Making him choke on the air and forgetting the actual reason he was looking for you two.

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