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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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That's some plant. 2~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

OKAY LETS GO SIMPS.

Warnings: SMUT, High sex, use of substance, ownership kink, dom/sub dynamic, daddy quaritch. (Its gone midnight for me, so this has not been edited)

Okay so when you wake up! He's all smirky.

"Some flower huh?" You blush at the position your in, legs tabled and hand on his bare chest.

"You know you aren't really supposed to eat those raw? that's a really high dose" "No shit" He snorts shaking his head in laughter. "So how do we take it?" "The Na'vi make tea" "Wanna get high?" He has the BIGGEST shit eating grin. He had so many urges and he was just too fogged up due to the plant, he wasn't even able to explain it to you.

Since it was a high dose he just couldn't function which is a good thing cus he totally wanted to fuck you.

So you go over to your cabinet of medical supplies. Find some dried samples of the plant. Putting them in a tea strainer you don't even look at him, you knew what he was thinking. You are just a small shy bean and just need him to take the first step.

You wait patiently for the tea to brew, fiddling with your hands. "so uh the mix is just as potent, just a lower dose" "that's alright by me sweetheart, just wanna see you act as stupid as i did last night" You knew that there was more hidden behind his smirk, by the way he acted last night you're relationship wasn't strictly professional.

When the tea was done you poured it into two cups, and handed him one. "It'll take a minuet to kick in" You blushed as his fingers brushed against your hand. "is all good sweetheart"

OKAy so when it kicks in you get the giggles, Miles is looking around for whatever is so funny. Points to himself and gets all sad and pouty. "why ya laughing at me" He crosses his arms over his still bare chest. "I'm not! I'm so sorry!" You scramble over to him sitting on his lap poking at his chest.

His tail starts thumping on the soft mattress below you both, eyes wide looking up at you. He reaches one of his hands to cup your face, your own tail starts swaying slowly anticipation building in your stomach.

"You are so pretty-" "Thanks you too" He smiles at you and leans his head against the wall behind him, "do you ever think about how weird it is that we glow in the dark" "Oh my gosh! yes! It's so odd" You jump off of him and run to the light switch, throwing the room into darkness. You attempt to walk in a straight line but cannot, causing you to laugh and bend over and place your hands on your knees.

It takes a minuet but you use the bioluminescent freckles dotting Miles chest and arms, to find your way back to the bed his face being the most visible feature to follow. When you climb onto the bed not on his lap this time miles grabs you're hips and pulls you on top of him.

"I want to kiss you so bad, is that okay?" his breath was heavy you could ld see his tongue coming out to brush against your lips. You nod giving him permission. He leans up and places a sloppy open mouthed kiss to your neck. You begin to purr the feeling of his lips sending electricity to your core.

He leaves more kisses and then starts rubbing his cheek and head against your own, craving the feeling of your skin on his. You involuntarily start grinding down on him and he looses his damn mind.

Rutting up into you're clothed core. Moaning and whining. "Ya so pretty, so good to me" He runs the tips of his fingers down your arms and you cant handle it anymore you need his hands everywhere.

You pull your shirt off your heaving chest and pull your shorts off your long legs. More freckles that cover your body becoming visible to the marine who was no palming himself through his sweatpants.

It was like a road map to him. he wanted to trace every spot and freckle with his mouth.

AND THAT HE DID

He makes you lay down, you wanted to grind on him some more. He leaves a trail of kisses starting at the nape of your neck all the way down to the line of your panties. here he looked up at you unable to see your expressions clearly he needed you to talk.

"I want to touch you, I need to taste you" You simply nodded running your hands over his head clumsily

He rips off your underwear, try and convince me otherwise I dare you.

So he is so sloppy and lazy with giving you head, he takes his time trying to make sure he is making you feel good but due to you both being high as a kite the shared expressions was incredible. All the different senses that are heighted by the plant allowing you to orgasm twice, and you taste like the best meal he has ever had due to the plant.

When he is satisfied that he has eaten you out well enough. He steps off the bed and kicks off the sweat pants, the spots and freckles extended down to his throbbing erection so even in the dark you could see how much he is going to stretch you. He climbs back onto the bed clumsy and laughing to himself a deep rumbling purr growing in his chest as he licks and sucks the skin leading up to your lips.

The first time he kisses you on the mouth is so passionate, it is deep and takes your breath away. You hold onto him hands fidgeting in a desperate attempt to pull him closer. The feeling intoxicating, causing you to grind up against him. Bare skin of your core leaving traces of your arousal against him.

The GrOWls PLEASE

He takes your writs in one hand and holds onto his cock with the other guiding it to your entrance. He pushes the head inside you leaning down to kiss you, swallowing the moans that leave your mouth as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.

The mewls and whines that leave your mouth make him loose his mind. The plant has intensified every sensation up by ten so the feeling of your walls fluttering around him was almost to much. Him even still inside you was too much and you had to fight back the urge to thrust upwards.

"Please, daddy, Please I need you to fuck me" He leans his head in the nape of your neck and starts moving his hips slowly. "Feel so good for me, my pretty lil thing" Your head is pushing hard against the pillow at the pleasure he is giving you.

Then You start getting real close. "Please I'm so close" He starts snapping his hips into yours at a rapid harsh pace. "Ya gonna cum on my cock? huh ya gonna scream for daddy?" You nod whining at the new pace mixed with the plant still in your situation leaving you unable to talk. "Common who's you're daddy? Who ya belong too Princess?" He removed his hands from your wrist's and starts holding onto your hips.

It's too much you can barely respond to his words before you clamp down spasming underneath him. a strangled "Fuuuck Daddy" fell from your lips followed by incoherent cries. Miles followed close behind you. Pulling out and cumming on your stomach. it only took him a few seconds to try and find a cloth of tissue to clean you up.

He didn't even bother to turn on the lights before he climbed onto the bed and pulled the blanket over the both of you. Kissing the side of your head. Both of you purring intensely.

"You were right, that is some flower" You giggled before falling asleep in his arms again.

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wormswurld · 3 months

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Uhdhdjskdicjskzif pls more cattonquick piss stuff pls xo

you ask and you shall receivee! this will be heavily centered around felix pissing himself because !!!!!!! but just know ollie be liking that piss too lmao

- felix has a hard time remembering to drink water so ollie constantly reminds him,, ultimately making a daily game for him and felix to stay as hydrated as possible + once its the end of the day ollie "rewards" him if you know what i mean lol

- i can also imagine ollie & felix at the dinner table just staring at one another as per usual yet ollie Stares at felix as he finishes his last cup of water for the day,, promptly scooting his chair closer to the table so he could put his foot between felix's legs 😵‍💫

- and felix just goes all wide eyed because Stop Ollie Not At The Dinner Table but of course ollie continues to move his foot closer and closer to felix's cock,, firmly pressing down as he sees felix's hand tighten into a fist

- then farleigh, noticing felix's odd behavior makes a snide comment abt it "what's up with your face? you look like you're going to pass out" and felix just wishes he could drop dead then and there because everyone at the table focuses their attention on him and ollie just beams with self-satisfaction,, "nothing farls, i-i'm fine" felix laughs nervously as he tries to dismiss the out of pocket comment thrown his way but obviously it's no use cuz ollie applies even more pressure to felix's hardening cock

- now felix feels like hes going to pass out...that water he drank was finally getting to him and of course he was cursed with a small bladder so he truly felt like he could piss himself on spot if ollie continued to tease him with his foot (big shocker: he ends up pissing himself lmao)

- "yeah felix, you do look a little bit ill, you okay?" ollie asked with the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he began to move his foot around in circles on felix's cock....and holy shit there was absolutely No Way felix was making it out of this dinner alive because after hearing ollie patronize him with his faux-sympathetic voice he starts to piss himself 🤤 a small wet spot forming on the front of his trousers as he slowly loses his composure !!!!!!!!

- and you know what felix catton does? in true felix fashion he makes a scene! duh! quickly excusing himself from the dinner table as he mutters "imsorryimsorry" and just RUSHES to the nearest bathroom !!!! and everyone is just like ??????? wtf just happened lmao and ollie would then excuse Himself and tell elspeth hes going to check on felix to make sure he's "alright" (biggest lie EVER) and just saunters his way to the bathroom felix is in 😊

- then cue ollie barging in on felix jerking off, soiled pants pooling around his ankles as he covers his mouth to quiet his moans cuz that boy is Vocal and ollie just takes the fuck over and bully's felix as he gets him off 😇 "my god felix, you couldn't even hold it could you? so fucking pathetic" and with that felix pisses all over ollies hand haplessly letting out high pitched whines as he squirms around on ollie's slick hands 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

hope you enjoyed more cattonquick piss !!!!!!!!!!! this shit has me by the THROAT >_<

@mcr-and-coffee literally what we talked abt in our messages lmao

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heyidkyay · 1 year

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Who can say no to bridezilla? |

Part Three

Just gonna say this now, this story actually has a mind of its own. I started part three and got carried away with the ending so expect a fourth, maybe even fifth part😬

So beyond grateful to everyone who showed the last two parts any love, it means a lot!! Hope you enjoy this next bit too:)

Summary: With no date to your sister's wedding, what are you to do? No worries though, she's already got it covered, well, sort of...

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^found this picture and couldn't not use it

The party was now practically in full swing, but all I could really do was watch on from the sidelines. That guilt from earlier was still very much eating away at me, only now it had been accompanied by the sudden stress of my extremely complicated feelings towards Matty.

My sister had somehow managed to successfully avoid me since our previous conversation, dipping and diving amongst the throng of guests to evade my piercing stare. And I’d tried to keep my mind off of it all, really I had, but it was only proving to grow harder as the night went on.

“Here you are, my lady.” Came Matty’s sarky voice from over my shoulder as he handed me another tall glass. “Vodka coke, as promised.”

I smiled in appreciation as he dropped into the seat beside me, “Thank you. Was there much of a queue?”

Matty wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Nah, just got caught up chatting with your nana. Has plenty of stories to tell, that one.”

I choked a little on the sip I’d just taken and immediately snapped my head back towards the bar, where, sure enough, my nana was still sat. She gave a knowing little wave and wink when she spotted me and I raised an eyebrow in turn.

“Everything she’s ever told you is a lie.” I declared wholeheartedly, knowing first hand just how little filter the woman held.

I’d grown up having to bare witness to it, after all. At family get-togethers, during every Christmas party, at the plethora of weddings… And now that I was older, I’d come to quickly realise that it wasn’t the fact that she was oblivious to what she was doing or saying really, she simply just did not give a single fuck. She said what came to mind, and no one could tell her differently.

Headstrong was a word often used to describe her, a big gossip too- but to me, she honestly was the definition of stubborn to a fault. I loved that about her though. Albeit having said that, I also tended to get the brunt of it whenever she’d decide to spin a tale or two about my spotted past.

Nana really was the best of the best, and I’d defend her to the grave, but she was also the biggest shit-stirrer I’d ever met. Knew it too.

Matty snorted, his eyebrows raised in delight. “Well, that was a reaction and a half.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “What did she tell you?”

He hummed, deciding to drag it out as he necked a fair bit of his wine.

“Healy.” I demanded, giving him an unimpressed stare.

Matty laughed and rolled his eyes, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin when he tugged his chair in closer to mine. God, he smelt good.

I had to refocus my attention though when his eyes met mine, shimmering with mirth.

“Might’ve mentioned the time you shit yourself stood in the deli queue at Asda’s.”

My eyes widened on their own accord, and I had to place my drink down to make sure that I didn’t down it then and there. That woman.

He’d said it with so much confidence too, and used this little shrug that told me he was far too thrilled with the newfound information he'd been gifted.

“I was four!”

Matty scoffed at my argument, apparently pleased with the fact that he could get me all wound up so quickly.

“Also told me about that time you showed up to your cousin’s birthday party completely plastered, thinking no one would be none the wiser. Think she mentioned that he’d just turned four that day, too.”

I groaned, recalling that very day clearly in the forefront of my mind and slapped a hand over my face to hide my sudden humiliation. I swivelled round in my chair to send the woman in question a well deserved glare, which she paid no mind to. Of course.

“I can’t believe her. The smarmy cow.”

I turned back upon hearing Matty’s heightened laughter and pouted.

“Don’t laugh, you dickhead! I was mortified afterwards. I thought I’d played it off so well! Proper chuffed with myself that next morning. Only to then get a few choice words off my uncle that same afternoon.” I pursed my lips at the reminder. “Turns out tricking a bunch of kids into swearing like a couple of sailors is only funny when you’re hammered or have an actual sense of humour. Mum wasn’t too impressed either.”

“Nana was though.” Matty countered with a delighted little chuckle. I rolled my eyes.

“Nana’s a gossip.” I responded in kind. “Who should know by now that what goes around comes around!”

I yelled that last part over my shoulder, and chose to ignore the strange looks I garnered in favour of throwing a knowing look at the woman in question.

“I’m near seventy-four, dollface! No hide nor hair off of my back what you tell people as long as you let ‘em know I was havin’ a good time!” Nana called back in that strong Yorkshire accent of hers. She raised her glass in cheers.

I couldn’t help my breathy chuckle, and neither could Matty as it would seem, who was still laughing happily away beside me.

“Should’ve known she’d’ve put her hearing aids in.” I shook my head in complete levity, toying with a small smile, “Doesn’t want to miss a single thing said in a place like this, but ask her where she put the tele remote during a run of Corrie, well…”

“Fucking love your family.” Matty grinned at me, and I watched with baited breath as he just continued to glance around the rest of the venue as though he’d said nothing of the sort at all.

I inhaled quietly once his attention was then captured by someone he knew in passing, and shook off the strange feeling I’d felt as I finally downed the rest of that drink.

—

“Hann! Hann, mate!” Matty called over the shitty dubstep remix that was currently playing. I was just behind him, giggling at the sight he made. He’d no care in the world for anyone who was currently stood in his way as he waved haphazardly, wanting to garner the attention of his best mate.

We’d actually spent the better part of our time stood waiting in line for the buffet just shitting all over the DJ’s set, both claiming that we could’ve done a much fucking better job with just a Spotify playlist on hand.

But you win some, you lose some, I supposed. Though, I’d still be lording it over Adam’s head for the rest of forever- he was meant to be some sort of hotshot musician from what little I knew of his job, and he’d actually paid for this knobhead to spin a couple of early 2000’s records at his reception party and call it a day.

I was still chuckling away at the thought when I noticed the man in question wandering over to us with a big, fuck-off grin on his face.

“Mate!” Adam greeted cheerily as he tugged Matty into a one armed hug, pulling me along with the pair of them too, seeing as I was still holding onto Matty’s hand.

Matty had only taken it as we were parting our way through the crowds, but I realised now, that neither one of us had yet to let go.

Adam seemed to realise it then too, if the way his eyes travelled between our intertwined hands and my surprised face was anything to go by. Though, I noted that Matty stayed blissfully unaware in his slight tipsy state.

Thankfully Adam was mature enough to leave it be. For now, I could only suppose. Knowing that my sister would probably be the first one he’d let know. Oh, how I was looking forward to that conversation.

“Both having a good time?” Adam asked us as I let myself be roped into a hug from him as well.

“Been great, man.” Matty answered with a grin, pulling my hand with his again as he further exaggerated his point. “Can’t believe you’ve actually gone and done it! Locked that shit down, Hann. Don’t know whether to congratulate or console you.”

Adam’s mouth quirked to the left as he watched his mate with an indulgent expression. “Don’t be a wanker. Just let me enjoy this one night before you start getting all jealous on me.”

“Jealous? Ha, funny one, mate.” Matty retorted in good jest.

I rolled my eyes at the pair of them before I looked towards my new brother-in-law. “I’m gonna choose to offer my congrats here, but remember that if you upset my sister, I’ll do more than just hurt you.”

“Ooh, tell me more.” Matty said in a teasing tone, whilst Adam opted to ignore my date, simply raising his hands up at me to feign surrender.

“Wouldn’t dare.” He assured with a fond smile.

“Holding you to it.”

It was then that two more grown men came barrelling over- I say grown, but in reality it was like watching a bunch of ginormous kids kicking and scuffling with each other to get the first turn on the swing-set as they all embraced one another. I couldn’t hide my amusement.

“And who’s this beauty?” The one with the buzzcut encouraged, only noticing me when he’d slung an arm around Matty’s neck.

I looked him over then as I smiled at his compliment, I could see why he felt so confident in his approach, he was a right stunner. From the rolled up sleeves of his shirt which exposed the many tattoos that dotted his arms, to the slight smirk his pouty lips held as he watched me.

“This is y/n, y/s/n’s older sister.” Adam introduced us with a tilt of his chin, “And y/n, that idiot over there with the big gob is George, the bearded one's Ross.”

“I like it. Very manly.” I said, gesturing to Ross’s beard. Matty’s face twisted slightly when Ross smiled back at me with an appreciative nod, but before he could get a word in edge ways, George was speaking again, half-dangling over Matty to get a better look at me.

“We’ve met the once before, haven’t we? ‘Round Hann’s that one New Years, no?”

My face brightened at the sudden realisation, “Ah, yeah! You’re the weirdo who pulled out every pot in y/s/n’s kitchen to recreate that old Beach Boys song.”

Matty snorted beside me, whilst Adam laughed at the vivid memory.

“And if I recall, you also got so shitfaced that night that you actually ended up putting yourself to bed before the clock’s even struck twelve.”

My date and his friends all cackled at that, but George made a slight hissing sound as he inhaled sharply, holding a hand over his heart.

“Way to humiliate me there, cupcake, could’ve just left them with the knowledge of my sick rendition of I Get Around, but you had to go and start a war.”

I grinned in retort as I shrugged, “Learn to hold your drink better and I wouldn’t have to show you up, babe.”

George smirked, eyeing me closer now.

“Oi, no, no, no. You can fuck right off! She’s my date tonight, G.” Matty informed the drummer, elbowing the giant to shrug him off his shoulder.

George relented with a soft chuckle and sly smile. “Is that so? Reckon you’d have a ton more fun with me though.”

Adam shook his head, chuckling, whilst Matty and George started to scuffle.

My eyes widened briefly when they nearly went headfirst into the dessert table, but luckily they were quickly saved by Ross who redirected them onto the dance floor.

“Are they always like this?” I found myself asking Adam, watching as the trio interrupted a group of younger girls with all their pissing about. It was like looking at the live adaptation of a human bowling ball.

“Yeah.” Was all he offered, which made me laugh, and we both continued to watch the free show from the sidelines.

“Go on, Matty. Defend my honour!” I hollered over towards them, unable to help myself, and was rewarded with the sight of my date popping back up out of the brawl he’d created like a meerkat, wearing a comical grin.

I winced slightly when a strong arm tugged him right back down though.

“Someone should film this.” I overheard someone murmur somewhere off to my right, and I was quick to agree before the voice continued, “Imagine how much The Sun would give for an all inclusive on this.”

I frowned, confused, but continued to listen as best I could whilst I watched.

“Oh yeah, I can already see the headlines.” Came another excited voice, this one chuckling as they prattled off, “Matty Healy ruins guitarist’s wedding! Jealousy or just another downward drug spiral?”

Anger blew through me at that, and although I was bewildered by what they were saying, I couldn’t stop myself from immediately jumping to Matty's defence.

“What did you just say?”

The person in question was some guy I didn’t recognise, but he looked rather surprised by my sudden appearance. He fish mouthed for a moment before he just scoffed out a small laugh.

“No, go on.” I goaded with a narrow eyed stare, “I’m sure everyone here's desperate to hear what you have to say now.”

He rolled his eyes at me which only proved to aggravate me further. I was about to take another step forwards when a gentle hand took my shoulder.

“What’s happening here?” Came Adam’s familiar voice and I watched in satisfaction as the idiot before me stuttered slightly.

“Just making a joke, man.”

“Is that what you call it then?” I spat back, feeling Adam’s grip falter a little. “‘Cause it didn’t sound too funny to me.”

“What'd he say?” Adam attempted to intervene.

“Something about an article, or whatever. Wanting to make some money off of the lads just messing about.” I told Adam, still staring the twat down. “Made it out like Matty was off his head on something.”

Adam looked almost as pissed as I was in that moment, but then the man himself arrived, with George, Ross, and my sister trailing just behind. Matty seemed to have sobered up a bit at the sudden seriousness that must’ve overcome the rest of the party, as he came to a standstill by me, using his body to shield me somewhat from the opposing man.

“What’s gone on?” He demanded, eyes hard.

“Nothing.” The guy claimed, shrugging the whole thing off, but Matty was having none of it.

“Come off it, mate. You look stupid enough to start on my girl, but don’t lie straight to my face when I can see you’ve upset her.” Matty derided, then he turned to me, voice strikingly much softer. “Tell me what’s been said please, darling.”

I swallowed, surprised by the subdued attention Matty was now giving me, as well as how he’d chosen to handle the idiot.

I quickly recovered though, my anger still simmering beneath the surface. “I didn’t understand much of it, but he was spouting some nasty shit about you.”

Matty’s brow furrowed but he looked to Adam when the groom leant in nearer. “Tabloids and crap, claiming he could make a quick quid.”

“Shit stirring, you mean.” I said, scowling at the guy who’d drawn up quite the crowd. “Tried to make it seem like you were ruining Adam’s big day, spouting shit about how you were jealous, high or whatever.”

Matty merely chuckled, amused by it all, and I really should’ve known he’d react like that.

“Ad?” My sister called out then, pushing through the sea of onlookers to understand just what was going on. I instantly felt bad for having made a scene.

“I’m so sorry, y/s/n.”

She shook her head at me, waving my worries away as she took her husband’s hand. She looked back to him again.

“Just someone being an arse, babe.” Adam spoke and pulled her into his side to comfort her before he nodded over towards Ross. “Mate, grab that security guard for us.”

Ross did so, whilst George and, surprisingly, Jamie had the same idea to usher the fucker out.

“Take Thing Two with you whilst you’re at it, Jim.” I added, jerking my head over to where the lad’s friend had shied away from the commotion. He winced at the sudden attention I’d attracted.

My cousin dipped his head once at me and squeezed my shoulder in passing as he hauled the guy and his mate outside the venue with George.

Matty drew me in near, his careful hand in mine. “You alright? Got pretty wound up there, sweetheart.”

I exhaled and tried let go of whatever anger I had left, but my body was still trembling slightly with adrenaline as I nodded at him. Matty soothed that thought with a gentle caress up my arms, ducking his head to catch my eye.

He raised a brow.

I gifted him a small smile as I softly shook my head, biting the inside of my cheek when he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. He just really pissed me off.”

“Don’t have to get all riled up on my account, darling. Had a lot worse said, trust me.”

I frowned, “I couldn’t not say anything, Matty, he was being a right prick towards you.”

My chest tightened at the fond, albeit exasperated, smile Matty gave me then. “I appreciate it, but I’d rather have you enjoying yourself than occupying your time with twats like that, yeah? Ain’t worth it.”

I knew he was right, but it still didn’t sit right with me. “You don’t deserve that though, not with how hard you’ve worked, with how hard you’re still trying.”

Because he was. Recovery was a fucking hard road. And I only knew about it due to the fact that he'd been pretty open about it all with me- proud of the fact too, of how far he’d come since then. To hear someone just slag him off like that, it irritated me beyond belief, especially when it was said as some sort of sick joke, without him around to even defend himself.

“You’re lovely, you know that?” Matty commented then with an endeared little grin that threw me so off guard I felt like I’d been pulled through a blackhole. But before I could do or say anything, Matty was wrapping up the scene. “Alright, you fuckers! Party’s over- or well, party’s back on, I guess. So you can all sod off and stick your noses elsewhere now.”

I snorted out an ugly sort of laugh that had my sister’s brows raising before she merely chuckled. “Should’ve known that something like this was bound to happen. Surprised it held off as long as it did actually, especially with you around.”

I narrowed my eyes at her but did end up giving her a sheepish sort of smile. “I said I was sorry.”

She laughed again, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, and you can make it up to me by getting your arse out on that dance floor, alright? Don’t think that I haven’t noticed you avoiding it.”

“Avoiding it?” Matty asked, glancing between the two of us, “What do you mean?”

“She means to say that I’m shit at dancing. Like, beyond bad." I tell him myself, wanting to just quickly sweep it under the rug. "It’s why I’ve not gotten up yet.”

Matty, being his dramatic self, let his mouth drop wide open. I rolled my eyes at the theatrics before I pressed my knuckle under his chin to shut it back up again.

“I don’t believe you.” He said.

I furrowed my brow with a faint chuckle. “What is there to not believe? Don’t for one second think that you can get me to prove that I’m a shitty dancer, Matty.”

The man simply smiled at me, and he looked so smug when he clasped my wrists and begun to lead me towards the dance floor.

“No, Matty.” I deadpanned. “There's no way I’m dancing.”

“We’ll see.”

I gave him a humourless look. “No, we won’t. There's not a chance in hell.”

By that point we’d already made it onto the borders of the dance floor, where everyone else had seemingly wandered back towards after the argument had been doused out. Matty was still grinning as he bopped his head up and down, taking turns to move my stiff arms back and forth. It only brightened when the DJ finally put on a decent tune, increasing his enthusiasm by a tenfold.

“Come on, don’t be that person.” He drawled, taking the piss now. “You know you want to.”

I attempted to send him another dirty look, but it was overshadowed by the tiny lilt my mouth made, giving me away.

“Ah, see! Knew you loved it.”

I threw my head back lightly and groaned, unable to hide my smile now as I laughed more freely, letting him move us in whatever way he pleased. And it wasn’t half bad once I let myself get pretty into it, deciding to just say ‘fuck it’ and enjoy a dance for once.

Matty wasn’t too shabby a dancer either. In all honesty, he really did look so effortless dancing across from me, the way he pranced about, hips moving madly, as though his soul purpose was to simply perform. I loved watching him.

That reminded me— but as I went to ask my unanticipated question, the song changed. Or slowed, rather.

I was a little surprised at first when Matty’s arms encircled me to wind themselves around my waist, but I just followed his lead, lifting my hands to rest on his shoulders.

Everyone else around us seemed to be doing the same thing, or something of the sort, and I watched as a few more couples got up to join us.

I smiled past Matty’s ear at the sight of my sister and Adam, who, in that moment, couldn’t have looked more in love. And then at my pops who was twirling my nana about without a care in the world, his smile making him look twenty years younger.

I let myself rest my cheek against the jut of Matty’s shoulder to simply take in the entire day. A gentle smile limned my lips.

“Thank you for today.” I muttered softly as the chorus started, “I’ve had the best time.”

I felt Matty’s hold tighten around me slightly as he pulled us closer during a turn.

“What, even with that arsehole from earlier?” He joked quietly into my ear and I chuckled.

“What was up with that anyway?” I couldn't help but ask him, pulling away to look at his face. I watched as he blinked, wearing a significant look on his face that I couldn’t quite place.

“You really don’t know?” Matty said, though he’d phrased it less like a question and more like a revelation. More to himself, than me. He shook his head faintly as surprise worked its way across his features. “Honestly thought you’d clocked on when I first turned up.”

“Clocked onto what?” I questioned, more confused now than I was before. Mostly by his reaction.

“Just my job, really.” He replied, and for the first time he looked a little abashed. It threw me a bit. “I’m in a band.”

Ah, well that made a bit more sense. The lingering looks. The pointed lenses. The whispers and pointing. The obvious gawking I’d tried not to ponder too much on. And then what the lad from earlier had said about The Sun Newspaper. Realising that now made the situation all the more worse in my head.

I questioned, internally, whether it changed anything.

I mean, it was like Matty had said, it was just his job. But whilst most worked the usual nine to five, he had this big, interesting job that probably took him all over the globe.

It was a little daunting, in truth. And I couldn’t help but wonder why he’d agreed to this whole facade in the first place, knowing he definitely had his pick of the lot. Whether that was generally speaking, because everyone could easily see that he was a charmer, but also from the dozens of girls he probably had dying for his attention.

“A band…” I prolonged.

He hummed, eyes picking apart my reaction.

I quirked my lip, brightening slightly, “Is it a big one?”

He wore a wry smile then, and his squinted brown eyes flickered between both of mine.

“Massive.”

I just had to laugh then, and so as I shook my head, I pulled him in closer, fingertips finding the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Don’t think you can be that famous- I’ve never even heard of you.” I commented playfully, though it was mostly the truth. I say mostly because if they were as big as those boys had made them out to be, then I figured I’d had to have heard a song or two of theirs in passing.

Matty heightened his reaction- like always, as I’d come to quickly realise- and gasped, not loud enough to be overheard, just so that it would make me laugh and roll my eyes. He smiled when I did.

“I’m hurt. Well, and truly, hurt.”

“Reckon you’ll get over it, rockstar.”

“And if I don’t?” He quipped, an eyebrow raised in retaliation.

I pretended to mull it over. “Then you’d best find some groupie to boost that ego of yours.”

“Why are you so nasty to me?”

I laughed loudly at that, too loudly actually, and had to quickly duck my head to hide my face in Matty’s chest when people’s heads darted towards the sudden noise.

“Are they still looking?” I questioned after a moment passed, my voice muffled by the man’s tailored suit jacket.

“Yeah, they’re all pointing and laughing too.”

I shook my head at him and felt the soft rumble of his chuckle from where my forehead was now pressed to his chest.

When I poked my head back out, I flashed him a bashful smile and had to actually make the effort not to let my gaze linger too long on his mouth or his eyes. Instead, I let myself survey the surrounding crowd.

My mum was on the dance floor now, I found, scolding and rolling her eyes at Jamie, who seemed to have two left feet and was galloping them around the dance floor.

George wasn’t too far away either, dancing the night away with Gracie, my overly-enthusiastic six year old niece. He winked when he caught me looking and mouthed the words, ‘You’ve pulled, cupcake!’.

I bit my lip to conceal my sudden amusement then mouthed back, ‘Fuck off!’.

He just cackled and little Gracie started rattling away again, regaining his focus.

Adam, it appeared, had whisked my sister off somewhere, because they were no longer anywhere in sight. I only hoped that they’d found a decent place to shag because porcelain did your arse no favours when you were getting railed against the nearest bathroom sink.

“What’re you thinking about?” Matty asked, drawing me back to the present by pinching my hip. I tugged on the ends of his hair in retort. He just smirked, “Careful, sweetheart, I quite like that.”

“You’re insufferable.” I snickered, but answered his question when I looked back at him. “Honestly?”

He nodded.

“Was just thinking about the last time I had sex in a bathroom.”

Matty visibly fought down a giant grin at that.

“That bad of a date, am I? Or are you just hoping I’ll offer up the chance to improve?”

I gaped a bit, not having expected him to be so forward, but then again, I couldn’t really blame him when I’d started it.

“Keep on wishing there, Healy. You’d be so lucky.” I scoffed with a sarky sort of smile.

He looked me up and down slowly as he hummed his appraisal. “Doubt I'd say no.”

I rolled my eyes at him and tugged again at the ends of his hair. Harder this time.

“Ow. Kinky.”

I had to swat him then, because even as I laughed I couldn’t let him get away with it.

When I’d calmed somewhat and found Matty to still be staring at me with that humoured grin of his, I gently shook my head.

“I just meant that-”, then I exhaled a small chuckle, “I merely noticed that the newly weds had disappeared and took a wild guess on what their current whereabouts might be.”

“Ah, I see.” I watched as Matty’s eyes trailed the rest of the room. “Reckon they’re going at it 'round the back.”

With a snort, I couldn't help but ask, “Why’d you say that?”

He shrugged, “Fire exit door over there by the DJ booth leads out there- be my first choice after seeing the queue to the toilets.”

I glanced back and found that he was correct, a line of seven or so people were all waiting to use the bathroom and the slit in the tent was discreet enough to slip out of unseen. It was also close enough to where the couple had just been seen dancing.

“Hm, and if I were to drop a certain kind of hint? Where would you head to next.” What could I say? I was intrigued.

“Chapel.” He said without a second thought.

I raised my brows at him. “Really?”

He hummed, linking his hands behind my back to bring us that much closer. And grinned, “Reckon it could be sexy- could play at being a nun... Or I could be your choir boy-”

I cut him off right there with a hand to his mouth.

I rebuked him with a small shake of my head but couldn’t hold back my amusement. “You’re actually so bad, you know that? Almost as bad as nana.”

Matty unwound his hands so that he could pull mine away from his lips, but he didn’t let go afterwards, simply held them together against his chest. And if I concentrated hard enough, I could just about feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“No one outranks your nana.” Matty assured me, “That woman’s got a hell of a vocabulary on her.”

Lightly laughing, I looked down at our paired hands, at how Matty’s thumb kept running over the back of my own and I wondered whether he felt it too.

“Oi, Healy!” Someone called out, breaking the moment, “I thought that was you!”

And just like that, as I looked up and caught sight of the goddess of a girl headed straight towards us, I knew that I’d just let myself get far too caught up in the moment.

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haezen · 1 year

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more slytherin sakusa kiyoomi please 🥹

hi anon! this one had been in the works for a while, but you inspired me to finish. thanks for sending in a request ily.

ATTENTION: read this part first because it will make more sense. but, if you read this part alone, i guess it will still work on its own.

pairing: slytherin!sakusa kiyoomi x reader genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff wordcount: 3.6k

happy reading <3

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You and your best friend, Hanamaki Takahiro, were currently standing together underneath the pavilion with the sole purpose of watching your mutual friends on the Slytherin team.

The players were waiting for the rainstorm to pass before resuming their practice: all huddled around in a circle with their hoods up. It was nearly impossible to see past the rain due to the force of the wind and rain whipping around the pavilion the two of you stood under.

Makki had suggested that the two of you go watch your friends practice this week because they had a big game coming up soon. You had nothing better to do and Oikawa had begged you to come watch him specifically as he claimed he needed your praise to calm his nerves. He made a scene of asking you, even going as far as bending down on one knee with a rose he had conjured up on the spot—his crazy, romantic gestures always made you laugh and you couldn’t help but accept knowing that he simply just wanted you to feel included in something he loved.

You squint your eyes with the intention of trying to tell the players apart, but with the intensity of the rainstorm, you found it difficult.

“Looking for someone in particular, aren’t you?” Hanamaki smirked knowingly, nudging your shoulder with enough force to make you lose your balance.

“I swear, one day I might just strangle you in your sleep. Then, you’ll really regret ever being mean to me.”

As you regained your balance from Makki’s shove, you huffed in frustration at how observant he could be.

“Oh, but I thought you could handle a little roughin’ up?” Makki sported a shit-eating grin with the quirk of his brow. “Can’t you, (Name)?”

He cackled as you reared your fist back to punch him in the chest. Although you made a show of winding your fist back to hit him, when your fist made contact, you put no real strength behind it. He cackles even louder when you pout and are unable to respond with a witty comment like you usually would. It’s like he’s proud of himself for bringing up your sworn-to-death secret; you can only side eye him from your peripheral, trying to move on from the topic at hand as soon as possible.

You fight off the urge to scrunch your nose up in shame as you recall the truth you confessed to your friends when playing Truth or Dare a couple months ago.

“What’s something you’ve never told anybody else?” Oikawa looks in your direction after he reads a ‘Truth’ question off a card.

You and your friends sat in a circle on the floor, surrounded by the darkness of the Slytherin commons; it was extremely late at night, but there was no stopping Makki and Mattsun once they set their minds on something. The only light in the room was the dim light from the logs that were burning in the fireplace. You sat across from Oikawa, staring blankly at the floor, desperately trying to think of something shallow to say in response.

“(Name), make it something juicy or else you’re wasting my and Mattsun’s precious time.” Makki, who was sitting on your left, leaned in close enough for his warm breath to fan your face and you covered it on instinct.

“Oh god…okay.”

You spread your fingers apart to peek at your friends who were anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I’ll spill. But only if you guys promise to never bring it up again.” You tore your hands from your face and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to accept the ugly fact that you’re going to tell all of your closest friends one of your biggest fantasies.

Sugawara and Kuroo both nodded in your direction while Makki and Mattsun shared knowing looks; a look that meant they’d store this information in their memory forever. You groaned at the realization but carried on anyway.

“(Name)-chan, it stays between us. Promise.”Oikawa smiled and extended his pinky towards you. You returned the smile and graciously wrapped your own around his to seal the promise.

“Okay, so…”

“(NAME)!” Mattsun shouts when he realizes you’re trying to stall; he’s extremely impatient in every aspect of life, even when playing a simple game of Truth or Dare. He groans, stretches his legs out dramatically, and falls backwards to lay on his back. You seize the opportunity to playfully slap his stomach, which causes him to immediately roll over to avoid another.

“My truth is…that I secretly want someone to maybe…manhandle me?” You hesitated as you spoke each word, eyes flickering to each of your friends' faces to gauge their reactions. They all burst out in a laughter so contagious that you couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of your own.

Makki especially found this confession of yours the funniest, considering he was the only one who knew the person you secretly wished to ‘manhandle’ you.

“I told you to never bring that up again, you idiot!” You groan as you cover your red face, not wanting to see Makki’s teasing eyes and wide smile.

One of Makki’s most notable traits is his brilliant memory – he never fails to forget the things you thought you told him in confidence, bringing up something you forgot you told him in the first place.

Since he’s been your best friend for so long, you know he truly meant no harm in teasing you. When he remembers the shocked expression that crossed your face just a moment ago, he clutches his aching stomach and wipes the tears that threatened to fall from his fit of laughter.

“I really can’t stand you.”

“That was so good, really. The look on your face was priceless. I wish Suna was over here to capture it.”

You cross your arms over your chest and give him a glare.

“You remember that dare that you never did?”

“Yeah?” You ask hesitantly, afraid of what Makki might say next.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers while motioning his head towards the group of guys huddled around for cover near the field. You followed the direction he tilted his head towards, only for them to land on Sakusa Kiyoomi, your year-long crush. You met your best friend’s honeyed-colored eyes with a stony glare, watching as his smirk grew to the cheesiest grin you’d ever seen on his face.

“I think I got a perfect dare for you. I’m redeeming it now.”

“Now?!” You yell in disbelief.

The team turns around to find the source of the noise, and even over the sound of rain, your voice carries over. You can’t help but look for Sakusa amongst everyone, and surely enough, you catch his attention.

Makki stares at you once he realizes the two of you made eye contact with one another. He relishes the faraway look in your eyes as you watch Sakusa fend off a clingy Miya Atsumu. Your best friend watches the fleeting look of admiration that graces your face suddenly morph into one of annoyance as you turn to him again.

“Why now?” You whisper-yell, eyebrows furrowing.

He remains silent and you immediately read his mind. You feel like throwing up and you fidget with the (your house colors) tie that hangs loosely around your neck.

“I can’t, ‘Hiro!”

He shakes his head with a soft smile, reaching to adjust your tie for you once he remembers that you fidget when you’re nervous. A habit that you’ve never been able to break.

“You won’t know until you try.”

Your eyes land on Sakusa once more, mind racing as you thought of all the times you imagined confessing to the brooding Slytherin. Hanamaki pushes you forward, effectively tearing you out of your thoughts, and you stumble forwards.

“Don’t be such a pussy, (Name). It doesn’t suit you.”

Something about those teasing words inspires a spiteful courage inside of you. You whip around, “Y’know what, fine! Fine, ‘Hiro. I’ll do it. ”

“Finally!” He exclaims loudly as you pull up your hood and make your way to Sakusa.

Hanamaki holds his breath as he watches you run to the field and over to the cover where the players are all standing underneath.

You’re soaked and out of breath when you reach the canopy, partly because you’re out of shape and partly because you’re scared half to death to confess to Sakusa Kiyoomi out of all people. None of them notice your figure approaching until you beckon to Sakusa. He points to himself, silently asking for your confirmation that it’s him you want to talk to. You nod as you inhale deeply to compose your nerves; he steps forward out of the group of players that move over to accommodate his large frame, and gestures to move over to the side, behind the large stands – away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers – for a little privacy.

Some of the guys whistle but you ignore them all while standing in the face of Sakusa.

“Hey.” You say as you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hi.” He responds, uncomfortable and oddly enough, he might even feel curious as to why you had come over to talk to him.

His curly locks are damp from the rain and he runs a hand down his face because the raindrops trickle down his forehead. He’s stupidly attractive and you hate it. Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Sakusa generally feels uncomfortable in the presence of women, but he feels even more so in your presence. He thought he had gotten off easy by establishing a friendly exchange with you, with bringing you tea every other day, he thought that he wouldn’t have to hold a true conversation with you. But you manage to surprise him yet again; he was shocked to see you approaching the team and even more shocked when his teammates nudged his side, trying to tell him that it was him you were asking for.

Over the time you’d spent admiring Sakusa from afar, you’ve gathered that he isn’t skilled in hiding his true thoughts; you often can decipher his mood by just watching his expression change with the tiniest movements.

He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly as he watches you catch your breath. You know that he’s thinking: ‘What is it?’

“I won’t take up too much of your time-”

“You’re not.” He assures you pointedly. “We’re waiting for the storm to pass anyway.”

You nod in appreciation, grateful that Sakusa (famously known for his cold demeanor) was reassuring you in this nerve-wracking moment. You inhale once more, letting the humid air fill up your lungs, and blow it out with your lips pursed. You’re incredibly nervous and it shows. The realization that you’re about to confess to one of the most coveted guys in Hogwarts is already nauseating, yet you’re more worried about the fact that Makki is knowingly waiting for you to return. You can already see his face: pink eyebrows wiggling and his lips curled up in a devilish grin. Your best friend makes you sick to your stomach and you think that he deserves a smack on the shoulder for putting you up to something so terrifyingly embarrassing as confessing to the Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“This might be ridiculous because–well, we don’t even really know each other.” You start, pulling your robe tighter against your body because you don’t know what to do with your hands. “I think that I might just be curious. Okay, that’s not the right word.”

Sakusa’s curiosity is growing by the second. At this point, he’s even overcoming his uneasiness talking to women solely because of how nervous you are — he might even pity you at this moment. Sakusa really wants to interrupt you and urge you to, ‘spit it out,’ but he has a soft spot for you; so, he stays silent and waits for you to finish.

“Ok.” You shake your head from side to side as you imagine you’re shaking the nerves away. It’s almost endearing. Almost.

“I just came over here to say that I like you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You watch as his eyes widen but you push through it. “And I really like the tea you make for me. You make really good tea. I don’t really expect anything, but I wanted to tell you that.”

He’s shocked. Sure, he’s received plenty of confessions from girls before, but he’s never received a confession from a person he’s actually been interested in. Predictably, Sakusa can’t help but let the shock wash over him. His eyes still wide as he takes in the information, and as it processes, he feels like his whole body is on fire. The heat that soon overtakes his body travels up the back of his neck and his cheeks; surely, he’ll accept your confession in a heartbeat. He’s even imagined it. Yet, he stands there in shock as you believe he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy.

“I-I’m sorry.” You splutter out as the inevitable embarrassment of being rejected by your crush sets in. “Okay, well. Have a good practice or-” You look out to the field and realize that they might not even have practice. At this point, you’re tripping over your words and you just want to escape; you need to escape the shell-shocked expression on Sakusa’s face. “I’ll see you around, Sakusa.”

He says nothing as you hurriedly walk back to the pavilion where your best friend is waiting for you. He watches as you disappear from around the stands, and he continues to watch your figure get smaller as you walk away. You finally reach the pavilion and grab Makki’s arm to drag him away.

He feels dread fill his heart at the realization that he just blew his chance with you. Sakusa feels like a coward. How could he have messed this up so badly?

When you reached Makki, the grin on his face disappeared almost immediately when he saw the look on your face.

You’re trying your hardest to keep your cool and you’re trying even harder to push down the humiliating fact that you just got rejected like every other girl who has confessed to Sakusa. You’re accepting the fact — in real time — that you’re not any different from them.

“C’mon.” You grumble and that’s all you can manage to say because you don’t trust your voice. You grab the sleeve of Makki’s robe harshly and pull him along with you.

“What happened?”

“I’m a fool.” You mumble under your breath. “I’m so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think that a guy like him would like me back?”

As you drag Makki along, the two of you are speed-walking to reach the doors of the school. In the process, you get soaked even further than you already were. Meanwhile, Makki’s observant eyes are raking over your face for answers; he’s hoping that he can find some while just looking at your side profile.

The rain pours down on top of you and Makki and you finally reach the doors. You swing them open with such force that the back of the door hits the wall.

At this moment, Makki is too afraid to speak up. He feels guilty because it wasn’t for him urging you to do your dare, you would’ve never been upset in the first place. You wouldn’t have gotten rejected because – Makki knows – you would’ve never found the courage to confess to Sakusa. He thought that if he had dared you to confess, that your dream of a reciprocated love would come true. But he was wrong.

“I’m sorry, (Name). But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” Makki finally manages to stop you in your tracks as he stopped following you.

Your back is facing him because you don’t want to cry. You know that if you meet your best friend’s concerned filled eyes, that you will definitely break down. There’s also the fear that he won’t get the hint and will tease you about being rejected.

“He said nothing.” You say dryly. “I told him that I liked him and he just stood there.”

He’s silent for a moment before speaking up.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Is all Makki can come up with.

Does he comfort you? He’s not entirely sure how to do that. Or should he hit you with the truth? Sure. It’s what you deserve. You deserve the truth and Makki believes that there will be no one great enough to deserve you. Not even Sakusa.

“I’m going back to my dorm.” You whisper under your breath and you don’t care if he heard you.

All you want is to take a warm shower and hide in your room. There’s nothing that can save you from the humiliation you suffered except for solitude.

So you do just that. You rush to your dorm and ignore the sounds of the water dripping onto the floor, the noise that your soaked shoes make, and all the stares along the way. You take a shower and let the water run down your back. Then, you crawl into bed and cover yourself up with blankets for the rest of the day until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you contemplate whether or not you’ll visit the library. Will Sakusa be there, sitting in his spot? Will he spare you a pitiful glance once he sees you beeline for your own table? You don’t even want to run through all the possibilities of what could happen because you’ll talk yourself out of going. And you desperately need to go study.

Ultimately, you end up going because you would rather die than lose a day of studying a month before exams.

You walk into the library with your head down, staring at your shoes. You’re terrified that Sakusa’s going to be sitting in that spot, seemingly taunting you with all the ‘could haves.’ Some part of you is afraid that simply seeing him would make you fall into a pit of despair.

He’s not there.

You slump down into your spot with relief, letting your head rest on the back of your chair. You close your eyes, silently thanking whatever higher being for Sakusa not being here at this moment.

But then you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Your instinct forces you to open your eyes, and like out of your worst nightmare, Sakusa is standing behind you but he’s upside down due to your position.

You feel the bile daring to come up your throat and you want to scream out of frustration and embarrassment. You sit up and turn around to face him, your hands gripping the back of your chair until they turn white. When you say nothing– because what is there to say? – he starts first.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “Can I sit with you for a minute?”

You’re confused and he understands. Sakusa isn’t sure how he managed to ruin something so fast yesterday. He’s convinced that everything he touches – he ruins.

He waits for your response and you nod hesitantly, rotating your body as he walks to sit in the chair across from you. When your eyes meet his dark ones, you think that he is avoiding your gaze like he’s nervous. He’s wearing his mask and he unexpectedly wraps his fingers around the string hanging behind his ears, pulling his mask down to show his face to you.

When Sakusa watched you leave yesterday, Atsumu emerged from around the back of the stands where he was crouching behind to listen to your confession. He yelled, “You idiot ‘Omi!” and proceeded to scold Sakusa for being so cold.

Sakusa definitely got an earful from Atsumu, but it brought him back to reality. He knew that he had to fix things with you, even though he’s not used to repairing any damaged relationship in his life; something in him wanted to give this a try.

He knew that he didn’t want to apologize right away in fear that you'd run off. He’d even rehearsed ways in which he’d ask you, but only because Atsumu made him practice – Atsumu knows that he’s not the best with words, but Sakusa is even more inept.

“Would you like to go to this cafe with me?” He asked painfully, averting his eyes to the side because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to ask if he was looking at your face. “I heard that the tea is good there–the flavor that you like.”

Your heart dropped at the question. Is this a pity invite or a cruel joke? No, you deduce, Sakusa wouldn’t be one to take part in such cruel jokes.

“I don’t want you to take me somewhere because you feel like you have to.”

“I want to.” And his attention returns to you. Under his gaze, you feel small, yet you somehow believe him – believe that he’s being genuine.

Is a guy like Sakusa, who is so full of doubt and animosity towards strangers, capable of forming a connection with someone like you?

“Okay.” You nod for yourself while wiping your clammy hands on the material of your skirt. “I’ll go.”

You see his shoulders drop and you realize he’s relieved. You smile unknowingly and he catches a glimpse of your fleeting expression.

“Let’s go.” He says as he gets up, pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth while simultaneously collecting his things.

“Let’s go?” You repeat in confusion.

“Yeah,” Sakusa verifies as he stands by your seat, unintentionally towering over you. “I have to make it up to you.” He mumbles, almost incoherently, behind his mask.

You wordlessly listen to him, packing up your textbooks and other materials to stuff them all into your bag. As you do so, you’re trying to get over the rapid pounding of your heart.

“And you can call me Kiyoomi.”

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kevin6942069 · 2 years

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LORDDD HAVE MERCY, VAMP EDDIE IDEAS.

slight st vol 2 spoilers for eddie

warnings: smut head cannons, eating out on period, blood, and i think thats it

so.. i got some ideas for vampire eddie. im sure some of these have been thought before so if anyone else has made smth abt these please lmk and ill credit, just some 3am daydreaming ;)

-eddie would 100% just sneak up behide you and graze his teeth over your neck

-if you have a hijab or anything that covers your neck that shouldnt really be moved away he would just breath on the back of your neck till you notice (bc he has hot ass breath LMAO)

-if his partner is afab he would ask to eat them out of their period because yk, vampires just love blood and plus its a win-win in his eyes!

-if his partner agrees to it then oh my GOD- he would be such a tease and just graze his teeth over their cunt

-if his partner is amab then he’ll graze his teeth over their cock while sucking them off, you cant prove me wrong

-i imagine he would have long nails for some reason and he would just tease you by grabbing your sides or playfully tickling you (either sexual or not sexual)

-did i mention he LOVES TEASING YOU? WITH HIS FANGS? DID I MENTION THAT?

-”you scared? i dont bite sweetie. atleast not unless you want me to.”

-”mmm? scared ill bite you?”

-queue the smug ass shit eating grin every five seconds yall

-brushes his nails over your nipples

-if youre really cold he’ll bring you closer to him and cover you up with his wings :)

-totally begs to bites youre neck or just bite you at all

-please do let him

-if you give in and let him he is so happy, like his eyes glow up and just has the biggest smile ever

i have more hc’s but i just ate a whole tub of ice cream and im lactose intolerant, my stomach is abt to actually fucking explode so ill write more when i feel better LMAO, anyways enjoy ur meal whores <3

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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Thinking about Jakes girl doing a tiktok video that starts of with a photo of her and her ex and its captioned "he asked me to go blonde" and then it transitions to her sitting on jakes lap, his hands running up her thigh and his head on her shoulder captioned "so I did", I just know Jake would be the smuggest mfer ever at that

I SLAPPED MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH ARE YOU KIDDING ME DEAR ANON 😵‍💫😵‍💫

jake has the biggest shit eating grin on his face in the tiktok and his ego gloats tenfold when he sees that your ex has viewed the tiktok too. even better if you’re sat on jake in the video with his cock seated deep inside of you and your skirt covering it.

omg omg omg

thank you so much for this insane thot my dear anon!! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin

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maggotwithanf · 1 year

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[ Midnight Blue, Leopard Print Interiors ]

In which Lloyd restores a trailer for his crush - Inspired by Mac's line "I've always wanted a trailer... maybe midnight blue, with leopard print interiors... better than living in a cave, anyway."

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“Almost there.”

I tried my best to make sure my fingers covered the entirety of Mac’s vision, not an easy task when the wiry sniper was about as jumpy as a bucketful of rabid radroaches.

“Aw, c’mon, Lloyd,” he complained, the playfulness in his voice growing more quavering by the minute. “Any longer and this isn’t gonna be funny.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re here, right?”

I grinned, feeling just a little bad about making Mac’s heart beat like a fusion core in a bad way, but the second he opened his eyes, it was all goddamn worth it.

In front of us, in resplendent midnight blue, was a gigantic pullable trailer, its silver body still peeking out from the strappy paint job I’d tried my best to hide. The door, initially found hung off its hinges, was fixed up with a screen and a window, and the whole thing sat perched up on cinderblocks, like it was ready to be moved in just a second.

“I remember what you said, you know, the other day when we were at Fiddler’s Green, and I just, you know, I thought… well…”

I scratched the back of my neck, as MacCready jumped from my side towards the trailer, mouth ajar, genuinely surprised.

“You - you’re kidding. You didn’t.”

I grinned again, this time a little more sheepishly, still nervously scratching the back of my head. Man, when did I become the Commonwealth’s biggest dust sponge? Good thing nobody notices all the way out here, with everything else covered in the same crust of dirt. I guess.

Hopping around like it was Christmas morning, MacCready jumped onto the top step of the trailer, peering inside, sidling round the edges, getting into every nook and cranny. He leaned over to inspect the bumper, an aged license plate dangling off the middle; he looked through the windows with thoughtful, aweswept eyes, trying to get a peek of the interior, before climbing in through an open window left ajar from the side.

“Look inside,” I suggested, looking down and digging in my pockets for the keys. “Check out what I-”

“LLOYD!” I heard Mac scream from inside the trailer, his voice echoing outwards against the metal and upholstery. “You f- - you totally didn’t!”

“Heh. You like it?” I smiled, finally digging the keys out. I jangled them on my fingers with a jovial shake.

“You remembered!” I heard Mac yell from inside the trailer, as I watched him flip up the cushions on the couch through the dirty, sand-soaked windows. “Leopard print interiors! Just like - just like - oh, man, Lloyd!”

The grin on my face threatened to eat me alive. No problem, though. Felt like I could get eaten alive and it’d be okay, right now.

“You remembered!”

“Yeah! Of course I did. It just - I guess I don’t have to explain it to you,” I muttered, still struggling to contain my grin. “I know - I know you said, you know, you always wanted one. And it’d be a hell of a lot better than living in a cave. And, you know, I know - we don’t, uh, live in a cave, any more, but - I figured you’d like the idea of having a permanent place you can call, uh, home… even if we have to move that home around a lot. Uh. If you want.”

I stuttered, feeling my ego fade into obscurity with every extra word. I stopped jangling the keys.

MacCready popped his head back out of the trailer, staring back at me.

For a second, I was almost afraid to see what he looked like, but, like Orpheus and his world’s biggest mistake, I glanced upwards.

He had the biggest, widest, shit-eatingest grin I’d ever seen smacked right across his adorable face.

“You mean it?” he said, in a hushed voice. The kind of voice I hadn’t heard since we were kids. “It’s mine? I mean, it’s… it’s all mine?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I - I mean, I’d say don’t make a big deal about it, but, uh, I’m - I’m kind of tired of not being real with myself, so, uh - do. Do make a big deal out of it. If you want. I like you a lot, MacCready. Traveling with you has been, uh - uh - f- fuck.” I choked. “Heh. You got me worrying about swearing, now.”

Mac grinned. “You can swear, you know.”

“Yeah, well, what if I ever meet Duncan, huh? Better start practicing,” I winked.

MacCready smiled, and swung his head back inside for just a second, before tilting it back out towards me.

“You know, it might be my trailer, now, but, uh, I don’t mind if it’s, you know, our trailer.”

He gulped, his grip on the doorframe tightening up just a little. “Uh, you know. If that makes sense. Since you’re my partner, and all. And we do end up sleeping in the same place almost every night. And - and - ah, jeez, Lloyd, don’t make me spell it out.”

I struggled not to let my ecstatic fucking joy at this leak out too much. I nodded, hopefully just enough to convey how fucking excited I was without freaking him out too much. That said - it seemed, more often than not, that Mac actually leaned into my ride-or-die attitude.

“It’s your trailer,” I offered, unhelpfully, though I could feel the old familiar sensation of trying to tamp down my emotions when I heard the distant eking siren call of someone possibly liking me.

“Yeah,” MacCready nodded, thoughtfully, before turning to me, again. “And I want you. In it.”

He grinned. For a kid who grew up drinking Nuka Cola, whiskey, and chain smoking, I couldn’t really believe his mouth was all in one piece, but that crooked smile was a baseball bat across my chest that I could never resist.

“For real?”

“Yeah, c’mon, man! You didn’t fill this thing with every pillow in the Commonwealth just so we wouldn’t build a fort with them, right?” Mac grinned, tossing one of the leopard-print cushions at me from inside the trailer.

I caught it with another grin. “You’re on,” I said, scurrying up the stairs to join him inside.

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I woke up on one of the side couches to MacCready’s thunderous and incessant snoring, but something was wrong.

Peering over at my merc partner, hat over his eyes, legs slung up over the armrest of an alcove, rifle perched cutely in his arms like a kind of stuffed animal, I knew it wasn’t him.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, I hauled myself upwards, like I was doing a rep, twisting to try and peek out the melted plastic window separating me and Mac from the rest of the world.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized with a sinking feeling that maybe, just maybe, I hadn’t done enough to secure the perimeter.

Coming up from all sides, though they hadn’t quite noticed us yet, were ghouls; crawling through the woods and the woodwork, attracted like moths to the Fiddler’s Green sign. I knew I should’ve tried to haul the trailer out of there. My gut told me in every sense that I should’ve gone the extra mile - but it was, again, a little late for that.

Darting my eyes to catch each movement, I started to count. One. Two. Three. Five. Six. Eight. Shit.

The last thing I wanted to do was wake up Mac, and that sent shivers down my entire body. He was my partner, sure - but if he woke up to find this place wasn’t as trustworthy as he thought? As he felt? Well, shit, damn, maybe - maybe he’d think I wasn’t -

SCCCKKKKRRRITCH.

Oh, shit.

I slammed my way out of the trailer, grabbing my chained baseball bat, Gloria, on my way, any notion of not waking Mac running out of my head about as fast as those ghouls were running towards the trailer.

Hurtling out through the door, and feeling the flimsy metal shake as I flung myself outwards, I brandished my baseball bat like a total madman, using the chain to swing it around like a morningstar. I jumped down from the steps and onto one of the rusted cars left nearby, trying to get a good look at just how bad things were getting.

Two feet away, a collection of ghouls were starting to climb up the rusted car body towards me, and I hastily swung my bat like a champion golfer, sending their heads swinging drastically eastward into the slowly rising sun. Hopping down from the car, I eyed another cabal of ferals snap their heads towards me as they heard the sickening crunch of their compatriots losing their spine, leering in the disposable light of the Fiddler’s Green sign.

Okay, buddy. Do it for Mac. So he gets some more sleep. And so he doesn’t think I’m such a fucking -

SMACK. Ghoul head flying across the parking lot.

- asshole -

SLAM. Ghoul head crunching like an overripe pumpkin under the sickening crunch of Gloria’s weight.

- for trying to make him feel -

CRUNCH. Ghoul head splitting in two from the well-placed spikes in Gloria’s armor, sending flecks of brain and skin splattering all over myself.

- safe. And failing, I added to myself, miserably swinging Gloria around in a wide arc so that the loose end of her chain smacked another oncoming wave of ghouls square across the legs, tripping them up. I winced as I stomped on them, to finish them off. Shit. This really wasn’t going according to plan. This really wasn’t -

HRNNG.

I felt a hand close around my neck from behind, as I snapped back to attention, face still lit like a dumbfuck in a trainwreck from the sickly yellow and green light of the Fiddler’s sign. The fingers felt like bone, the split in the flesh giving way to the sharpened tears of a feral grip strengthened by two hundred years of violent anger. I gagged, as my Adam’s apple got caught in its fingers, reaching impotently for my neck as I - fuck - fuck, how am I going to -

I felt Gloria slip from my fingers as I inwardly, painfully, and, beyond everything, panickedly, started cursing my inability to trust people. Maybe MacCready should have been woken up. Maybe that’s what partners mean. Maybe he’d have my -

BANG.

The grip around my neck loosened, whatever was holding onto me folding away, slumping against my back like an old rag doll. From the giant wet splotch bleeding through my shirt, and the telltale tingle causing my Geiger counter to crackle, it was probably a Glowing One. And a big one, at that.

I shuddered as the dead ghoul sluiced itself down my back, and onto the floor with a wet slump, crossing my arms to look back at MacCready, tipping his sniper rifle out of a corner of the smashed trailer window.

He waved, as hard as he could. “Did I get him? Are you all right?”

I nodded, still shaking. “Yeah. Yeah, you got ‘em good. Did - did you just line that shot up with me in the field of view?”

I squinted, as Mac shook his head, as hard as he could, evidently trying to get his point across from all the way across the trailer park’s parking lot. “I’d never put you in danger like that,” he yelled, trying to carry his voice across the mangled mutterings of the ghouls I’d yet to finish off, lagging near the rusted cars, waiting for death. Well. Death, a second time. Gave me the shivers, but I couldn’t let Mac see that.

“I woulda aimed for the legs if you hadn’t stayed still, but - sh - shoot, Lloyd, are you okay?!”

MacCready jumped down from the trailer, hurrying across the lot with his sniper rifle slung across his back, one boot still untied as he pulled up the laces so he wouldn’t trip.

“Uh. Yeah,” I nodded, smoothing myself down. I wasn’t. But I wasn’t about to let Mac know that, either.

“Good! Good.” Mac’s voice radiated with relief as he eyed me up and down, checking to make sure I really wasn’t hurt too bad. “...Then I can ask if that shot was impressive, right? Totally nailed it?” he grinned.

I stared at him. He stared right back, his grin turning to a sort of frowning pout.

“Why’d you go out like that without me?” he asked, folding up his arms tight.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” I answered, truthfully, leaning down to pick up Gloria from where she’d rolled under the car. “I kinda thought you deserved a break.”

MacCready looked exasperated. “We’re partners, Lloyd,” he said, with a heaving tension that betrayed his true sense of worry. “You got my back, I got yours, right? So let me have your back.”

I looked up at him, as he crossed his arms, lingering below the neon sign like one of the lost ghouls. He gave me a pleading look.

“C’mon, Lloyd. Please.”

I felt another sigh get caught in my throat. “Mac…”

“Lloyd.”

“It’s really hard for me to trust people.”

“Yeah, well, me, too,” MacCready frowned, with the saddest, most lopsided half-smirk you’d ever seen. “But I wanna trust you. So I do. Okay? Don’t fuck - I mean, mess this up, Lloyd.”

I laughed. “Okay. Okay, sure. Yeah. When you put it that way, how could I resist?”

MacCready smacked me playfully with the base of his rifle. “Aw, c’mon. I tried to use the words. Be my partner again?”

“I never stopped,” I smiled, smacking him back in the back of the knees with Gloria. Mac stumbled a bit, not expecting the gesture, and I caught him just as he was about to trip.

“Shit. Sorry, man,” I added, hastily, straightening him up by the elbow. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Mac grinned, dusting himself off out of instinct. “Hey, we’re even now!”

“Even? Not even. Not even a little bit.”

“We’re even.” Mac darted me a mischievous look. “Until the next time you need me to save your ass.”

“What if my ass needs saving again? Would you hold it against me?”

MacCready burst out laughing. “Is that a come-on?”

“Do you want it to be?” I grinned.

He elbowed me again, and I elbowed him back, the sun finishing its lazy rise against the backdrop of the Green.

Guess I didn’t mess it up that bad, after all.

#fo4 oc #fallout 4 fic #fo4 fic #maccready #robert joseph maccready #fo4 #fallout #maccroyd #ugh i cannot get enough of this man SORRY #fallout fic #it's OP's First MacCready Fanfic *airhorn noises*#fo4 fanfic #maccready x sole survivor

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charley-and-the-swap-machine · 1 year

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CATSM: RE-INK'D (Chapter 4, Part 5)

colossal blunders

The Voice Of Joey Drew

I believe there's something special in all of us. With true inner strength, you can conquer even your biggest challenges.

You just have to believe in yourself and remain honest, motivated, and above all, who you really are…..

….Ok, let's stop it right there. I can only do so many takes of this trash a day.

Hey, and tell the guys in writing I want more use of the word 'dreaming' in every message. Keep railing on that, get it?

“Dreaming! Dreaming! Dreaming!” People just eat up that kind of slop.

Hmm, what? It's still on?

Well, turn it off, damn it!

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Henry sat himself next to the ball toss as he took a short break in the warehouse. No harm in one, after all.

Stretching his arms and his back, he let his mind wander a bit. What’s Barley doing all this time that I’m gone? He must be…what if…..?

His mind soon pictured something as cartoonish as what he used to work on, right down to the monochromatic colors. He imagined Barley in a magician’s box with his normally anxious expression—Wasn’t that a cartoon? I think I saw a poster for that—as Edgar came along with a saw and a comically evil grin as he sawed him into two, moving the pieces of the box apart to reveal two dark halves of Barley’s body leaking dark ink.

Yeah right, that’s stupid. He’s doing far worse to him…I need to hurry up.

Standing up, Henry rushed his way to the next room.

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Henry soon stopped at the lifeless body of a Herald, standing and examining it for a moment.

With the stiff way its body was twisted and its bones shatter, it appeared to be flung across the room somehow. But...by what?

Turning around to the room before him, he soon found himself frozen in place as he stared in awe at the contraption before him.

It was a gigantic octopus ride, the center covered with windows shut tight and swirling painted patterns, scratched and faded with time. Long, crane-like arms sprouted from it, ending in 8 carts that seemed to be a cross between roller coaster carts and chariots on a carousel on each end. Henry flashed back to the blueprints from before, knowing he had seen it somewhere in that room.

He couldn't help but gaze up and marvel at the mechanical wonder lying before him. It's....it's amazing. Joey, how...how did you do this...?

As he stepped closer to get a better look at the gigantic attraction before him, he soon lurched back as the lights adorning the base and arms flickered on, the machine spinning itself to life.

A booming voice soon echoed from the embedded speakers that Henry presumed once played music, as he could hear the faintest fizzle of it in the background noise.

"The biggest park ever built, a centerfold of attractions.

Each one more grand than the one before it.

It makes my eyes come to tears at the thought.

But then...oh, Mister Drew. For all your talk of dreams, you are the true architect behind so many nightmares.

I built this park. It was to be a masterpiece! My masterpiece!" The monologue skipped and repeated over itself like a broken record as the unseen man shouted, then went on.

"And now you think you can just throw me out? Trample me to the dust and forget me? No!" Henry jumped as the arms slammed onto the ground almost like clenched fists slamming on a table in anger.

"This is my park! My glory!

You may think I've gone..."

Our hero's stomach dropped as the panels of the ride opened to reveal a gigantic grotesque face of a man, mouth agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. He didn't move his lips at all, but he stared at Henry as the speakers seemed to speak for him. "BUT I'M STILL HERE!"

The ride violently spun and slammed down nearby Henry as he grabbed an axe and dashed away.

Shit...how do I attack him? Unless I find an opening, he'll break my fucking back if I try going in head-on... He thought, running around the mechanical monster as it continued to attack him.

Of course, the once-alive man wasn't invulnerable even as a machine. Henry noticed the machine stop and set down his arms almost as if he was taking a rest. He saw this as an opportunity to take out one of his arms, and son hacked off the bolts holding the crane together, it popped off and spewed sparks from the base, and Henry backed away quickly as Bertrum readied to attack again.

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Henry caught his breath as the final arm remained, carefully waiting for the ride to stop violently spinning so he could take him out.

It seemed, however, that the monster had caught onto his strategy, and refused to stop attacking. Thinking up a hasty plan, he gripped onto his axe and ran directly towards the arm and jumped into the cart, stumbling onto it and holding on tight. Steadying himself, Henry hacked off the bolts as he tried not to get dizzy.

As the final bolt popped off, Henry jumped out of the cart and rolled onto the ground as the speakers coughed and crackled, the machine gushing sparks and ink onto the floor in puddles.

"NO, NO! YOU CAN'T....YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME AGAIN! I CAN'T....I CAN'T-"

The man's words soon fell into violent coughing as his face made the only and last movements Henry would ever seen from him, until he froze and his eyes rolled back into his head, the steel flaps closing in on him as the machine came to a permanent halt.

It was silent for a few seconds until he heard a small pop in the machine, the cracks of the doors gushing ink for a short second.

Henry pulled the switch in the room and stared at the octopus ride on his way out of the rubble.

It's a real shame. At least....at least he's at peace now, I think. I'm sorry, stranger.

He took a deep breath and walked out of the area.

No time for pity. Just one more to go.

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Henry carefully stepped downstairs into the dark room that awaited him. It was generally empty, filled with ink and a few crates filled with....ink hearts, of all things. I thought I got a break from organs....

He glanced around the area warily. ..So no monsters? No creatures? No beasts out to get me? Huh.

Shrugging it off, he slowly reached for the lever and pulled it. As he calmy stepped back towards the exit, he heard something slowly rise out of the ink, and he felt a light on his back as he heard a screech. ...Here we go again.

He raced into the nearest Little Miracle Station, shutting the door behind him and looking through the crack as the Projectionist paused in front of him, before turning back around. Before it could make a blind step down the stairs, Henry watched as a familiar figure slumped in the doorway next to him.

The Projectionist turned towards "Charley" and gave a static noise with a note of confusion. The ink-drenched man made no response, only growling as it shuffled towards the projector head and grabbed it by the neck, ripping it clean off as the Projectionist struggled. Ink painted the walls as "Charley" threw the head aside, hissing and dragging itself out of the room.

Henry carefully opened the box he was hiding in, looking around and leaving the ink-spewing body of the monster to dissolve.

Glad that's over with. Hang on tight, Barley. I'm comin' for you.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #batim au #batim joey #joey drew #batim henry #henry stein #batim bertrum #bertrum piedmont #the butcher gang #batim charley #batim barley #batim edgar #the projectionist #“pen to paper” 📽️

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sarioh · 2 years

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this post about etho having ^_^ energy reminded me of this old clip of generikb breaking down etho’s “innocent” facade, shortly after etho tricks bdubs into falling down a bottomless pit to his death

from Etho MindCrack SMP - Episode 66: Nether Hubbin (watch from 3:06 to get the full context)

#etho on the surface is sooo ^_^#but its covering up the biggest shit-eating grin ever #and a thirst for blood #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #etho #ethoslab #generikb #mindcrack #vids #etho loreposting #rio posts

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warmau · 3 years

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☆: bounty hunter! you x thief! minghao au tw: ment of violence/weapons | this was in my drafts so i decided to finish it

“there’s no way in the world any of you are going to catch him, but if you do -”

the head of the police, hong joshua, stands tall and straight behind the podium

the gold of his medals shines harshly under the white light of the town courthouse

and your mind wanders off as you think about the pretty penny you could get if you were to just happen upon stealing one of those medals....not that a bounty hunter should ever steal

“but if you do, the police will wipe your own felonious records clean and even offer a good amount of monetary compensation.”

that perks your interest, since you’re currently looking for some extra cash

plus being a bounty hunter isn’t a so called ‘clean’ job - you have stains on your record you’d like to see get erased.

and you know mr. hong doesn’t like you all that much so having him be the one clean up for you is sickly satisfying to some part of your psyche

you’ve been working in this shitty underground world for too long

someone’s voice comes from the back of the interrogation room and you don’t even have to look to know that it’s that newbie seokmin

all excited and bouncy and not-yet-dead-and-cold-inside like the rest of the people around you

“who is the criminal we’re chasing?”

the monitor on the rolled up caddy beside the policeman flickers on

“xu minghao. he’s a notorious thief in the city, responsible for the last string of high art robberies from the homes and personal collections of the elite.”

you snort, the ‘elite’, being rich makes you some kind of level above human now doesn’t it?

“his latest victims are the choi family, he stole not only paintings but some jewelry as well - possibly high end watches and the sort.”

“choi family?”

god this new kid knows nothing

“choi seungcheol’s family” you say with a yawn “you know, the choi seungcheol - the mayor.”

seokmin gasps and you finally look at him.

he’s got a build to him that probably helps with physical altercations but he gives off the vibe that he’d faint at the sight of blood

“exactly.”

joshua shoots a pointed look at you and you kind of dance around in the disgust

“which is why we are going out on a limb and asking for the bounty hunters to help. the choi family desperately wants these pieces returned to them.”

you look at minghao’s face on the screen, it’s obviously not a mugshot so you note that the police force has actually never caught him

it’s a kind of photo that looks like it has been pulled off a social media account

minghao is standing in some sort of white room, he’s tilting his head and looking at the camera - or maybe the person holding it - and one of his eyes has a piercing blue colored contact in it

his features are angular, sharp, and long - but they fit together to make an unusually handsome kind of face

you slide forward in your chair and take your own phone out to snap a picture of the monitor

“how much for him?”

another voice echoes somewhere from the corner

joshua’s straight-faced expression twitches like he’s trying to believe the number that comes out of his mouth.

“ten million”

you keep counting the zeros in your head as you push your keys into your motorcycle and adjust yourself on the seat

you could retire with that kind of money. you live a frugal existence as it is.

you know that minghao is probably also somewhere in the city, still plotting for his next job.

he’s been hitting rich people’s houses for two months straight and the choi’s are a victory, for sure, but they’re still not the biggest shark in the ocean.

the people who sponsor them, the people who made seungcheol mayor, minghao has to be going for them next

you make a list of the three family names that come to mind, luckily enough you also know someone who works in the business of ‘technology’ or so who can help you track down the lead forming in your head

you look one last time at the picture of minghao on your phone before you slip it into your jacket pocket and pull out of the parking lot

“how much?”

“stick-up-his-ass hong said ten million, the choi’s really want there watches and monet’s back.”

jihoon turns to you with a deadpan expression

“you know monet’s can go up to ten times that amount right?”

you shrug and shove a half eaten bar of candy in your mouth that you stole from a bowl by his computer

“i don’t know, i didn’t go to college for art history. anyway, can you help?”

“how much of your cut will i get.”

you lick your lips and think for a second

“if i get him alive i’ll cut you in thirty percent. if he’s dead, ten.”

jihoon taps his foot and adjusts the glasses on his nose, he told you once they’re for the blue light or whatever that come out of his six computers.

“deal.”

you come over and see him open up the page of one of the most expensive and professional art dealers in this city, jihoon mentions that this person is in charge of the buying accounts for all of the three families you mentioned

he also happens to manage the choi’s, so looking into him could lead to possible other leads for the three targets you have in mind

“if minghao is planning to rob them - he needs to know what pieces to take. he’s probably also tracking down what they’re currently thinking about buying.”

“yeah, and im gonna assume - you know, bounty hunters intuition or whatever, that he’s going to hit whichever family recently bought the most expensive piece.”

jihoon’s fingers type faster than your eyes can follow. he doesn’t even seem to move his face, just his pupils and then a bunch of screens are popping up everywhere

you had befriended him on an assignment to catch a hacker - not jihoon, although he’s actually got a price on his head too - but another hacker who was clambering up jihoon’s business

you watch as jihoon does his magic, and then in about ten or so minutes you have an answer

“one of the family’s just bought and received a vase from this guy, it won its auction at around twenty five million. it’s from the ming dyn-”

“which family?”

you don’t care if they got a vase, a sofa, a painting, or a gold and diamond encased piece of potato - something in your stomach told you that whoever just spent the most was on minghao’s radar and minghao was on yours

jihoon adjusts his glasses

“that would be ... oh, that would be the yoon family.”

you taste something iron on the tip of your tongue, yoon jeonghan was on the cover of last month’s vogue if you remember correctly

“got it. thanks.”

you shrug your jacket back on and jihoon spins around in his chair when you get to the door of his dark apartment

“remember, thirty if he’s alive!”

“and ten if he’s not!”

you don’t like the fact that this new kid, seokmin, is standing outside the giant gates of the yoon family mansion

he’s wearing a cut off white t-shirt and new balances for christs sake

“hey!” he looks like he’s seen the sun when he spots you sort of loitering nearby, you try to ignore him but he’s coming over

“hi.”

“staking out the yoon’s? my first impression was they’d be minghao’s next targets because they’re rich and like art too.”

you wonder how he knows that so you ask, half expecting he might actually tell you - which would be a stupid thing to do.

he does.

“oh! i mean their son is a designer, they must be the best people to steal from.”

that’s so fucking ridiculous but he’s actually right. going to tell jihoon im cutting his share in half since apparently his intel could have been free.

“uhuh. well good luck.”

the words are stale when you say them, but sparkling eyes seokmin takes them to heart with a gracious “you too!”

you actually didn’t come to stake them out - you came to see if minghao might be staking them out

no good thief actually just bursts into someone's home, they need to know every nook and cranny of a place if they want to get out clean

judging by minghao’s track record, you can tell he’s cautious and detailed

you circle the house at a safe distance and then head back home, you read a bunch of articles on minghao’s past crimes and eat the only thing you have in your fridge which is mint ice cream - it was left there by a late night hook up who’d doordashed 7/11 even when you told them not to

you do some other minor research on smaller bounties you could chase after minghao is caught, none are interesting or any where near the price of minghao’s

you lay down and the stray you recently started letting crawl through the fire escape makes a little fuzzy circle at the base of your feet

you look at your phone, look at the photo of minghao

wonder if he’s as detailed orientated in other things aside from stealing. looks like he’d know what to do with his hands.

you fall asleep with the phone on your chest.

the next day, you’re texting jihoon about the seokmin thing - he tells you to piss off and not even think about downing his cut or he’ll leak your social security on the internet

that’s so fucked up dude

you’re a shit bounty hunter and im a hermit hacker we aren’t good people anyway

fine, are the yoon’s buying any other vases or whatever

actually, they won an auction a month ago for some ceramics. heard they’re coming tomorrow.

oh, might be a good time to steal that vase and some extra trinkets too for our thief

look how ugly these things are tho

jihoon sends you a photo pulled from the auctioning website, they are ugly, but they’re expensive

you rub your temple and decide that’s enough for today, you don’t see seokmin around either

seungcheol’s generic smiling im-a-good-mayor-and-i-kiss-babies face is grainy on your tv

you eat the takeout you picked up on the way back and are only mildly surprised when you notice someone familiar in the crowd

this is old footage, from a rally he did before the crime

your eyes pan to the corner and pull out one person from the sea of faces, everyone looks so excited to see seungcheol, minghao stands staunch and unwavering in the moving bodies

he’s not grinning - he’s kind of half smirking from what you can tell

he really does his research, i kind of like him

you put the chopsticks into your mouth, yeah. i think he’s going to be a fun one to catch.

goddamn seokmin is here again - on the night the drop shipment of the ceramics is scheduled - you tell yourself you were a clown for believing all that ‘i just thought they’d be the right family!’ bullshit he was telling you about

he probably has an informant of his own, definitely not jihoon though. seokmin is the type jihoon would rather drive a usb through his head than ever cooperate with

you avoid him the second you see his strong shilloute and make your way to the otherside of the house, right on the outskirts of the back garden

there’s one person in it - none of the immediate yoon family you can recognize, probably just a worker

you know there’s three entrances from here - the garden doors, the side opening that leads to an underground washing room, and there’s also a way to get into the back of the kitchen

you are betting that either one of them might be a good choice for minghao, but you put your bet on the washing room - it has stairs that lead up into a spare bedroom which is adjacent to a gallery type room inside of the huge mansion

it’s where the family will probably put the items, rich people love to be all like “look at my room of expensive things you don’t get to touch”

you stick your tongue out to yourself, morally you don’t care about thievery. especially when it’s stolen art stolen from people who just want it to feel superior to others

but minghao is worth ten million, that’s why im taking the higher ground on this ‘crime’

bounty hunters are allowed to carry guns, but you’ve never liked them - you like to use mace instead

that being said, you’ve brought your gun along - unloaded - just to use a scare tactic if push comes to shove. it’s heavy and it reminds you constantly of the job you came to do.

no getting distracted by newbie muscle heads or how hot you’re coming to think minghao is

you hear something - eyes darting to behind one of the columns of a large gazebo in the garden

you swear you see something slink across as the only person in the garden gets up to head back inside

keeping your movements and noise to a minimum, you position your body for a better view and after what seems like two heartbeats you see him dart from the enclosure and toward the mansion

you don’t follow immediately, the only way you’re going to catch someone who is so elusive is if you one up him

you have the element of surprise, but not really, he might be expecting personal guards of the yoon household or the police

not a rogue bounty hunter with a can of mace

but he’s still expecting - and someone whose entire job is to be like a shadow - you’ve got to be careful

you wait the amount of time you deem appropriate and then do the same, you realize when you slip through the backdoor of the washroom that now you’re also committing a crime of breaking and entering

you’re sure the yoon’s won’t mind though - you are about to make sure their ceramics and vases don’t get stolen

plus, you checked up on all of them, the main family shouldn’t be home. the only people on premises are some cleaners and the gardener. you’re sure minghao knows that too.

you map out the house in your mind from what you’ve learned in the past couple of days and find the gallery with ease

you can see the large double doors are open just enough for a person to slip through

so he’s already in ther-

“HEY YOU! YOU BETTER STOP!”

your eyes widen and you push inside to see what’s going on

seokmin, flashing something in his right hand and holding a light in the other is pointing at the long, lean figure of minghao

he’s standing there in the circle of light holding the vase you and jihoon had been looking at before

his eyes are unimpressed when they settle on seokmin

“ok, ive stopped - now what are you going to do?”

“im going to arrest you and bring you to the poli-”

the vase that’s held professionally between both his arms then gets dropped and crashes to the floor

the crescendo of noise startles seokmin because it’s the one thing all these new kids who want to try this kind of work get wrong

the thief is never going to drop the valuable goods - except they are, getting caught is worse then anything else.

there will always be shit to steal - except you know if you’re in jail.

minghao beelines for the doors and you’re there, big grin and mace in hands

“hi!”

his eyes widden and you tackle him with ease, one hand bent behind his back as you make sure to keep your weight off him

“ugh, that big idiot had a partner?”

“he’s not my partner, by the way that vase is worth more than what im getting for your head.”

minghao shifts his cheek against the hard floor of the gallery and he’s smiling back up at you

“how much for me?”

“choi’s but ten million.”

he makes a pfft sound as he releases air from between his lips

“cheap as fuck.”

seokmin tries to bound over to help once he comes to, but you bite at him to back off. this is your win.

he says he can drive you and minghao to the station, but you tell him again that you’ve got this on your own

you kind of feel bad about how flustered he is and you tell him he can still brag about how you two were the only people with sense to look at the yoon’s

for some reason, that actually brightens him up. he leaves to go downstairs and you don’t know if he sticks around or goes off on another job.

you get the handcuffs on minghao’s wrists before the workers, who hear the noise come running up in terror

you flash your bounty id and they scramble to get a hold of the local police office

minghao sits up against the wall and you sit directly in front of him - you can see him better with the lights on

his dark hair is long in the back and messy, his eyes are brown and long and twinkle when you look into them

the bottom corners are highlighted by what you can’t tell if is sweat or glitter

“you’re different”

he starts and you put up a finger

“im not different, im just experienced.”

“you like money more than you like your morals.”

you put the finger down and gleam at him

“bingo”

“so why are you sitting here waiting to hand me over for some chump change like ten million dollars when you and i are inches away from a collection that’s worth close to a hundred million?”

you touch the holster on your hip and tilt your head

“we - even the two of us - wouldn’t be able to steal everything in there. we’d need a whole team and-”

you start as minghao open’s his mouth to counter. all his teeth are white and straight.

“and if we could, you’d backstab me and take it all and run because you just said it yourself. money over morals.”

“ive got morals when im dealing with the right people.”

the snort you let out is louder than you expect and it makes minghao cock an eyebrow

“don’t care, you’re a professional liar. plus hong said he’d clear our records and get us that money.”

“joshua hong works for choi seungcheol who is a bigger liar than i am and you know it.”

there’s real spite in the way he says it - you assume he’s probably had interactions with both. or he’s just grown up in this city like you have, all the trouble politics can cause - all the stupid, underhanded shit that goes on

he leans a little forward

“plus, you’re hot. usually anyone who manages to catch me is very gruff and very mean.”

“i am gruff and mean, don’t test me.”

you banter but then look around and the gardener who was supposed to stay up here with you and minghao has turned his attention elsewhere - normal people don’t like facing criminals and well...whatever category bounty hunters are in.

“what’s the most expensive thing in that room.”

you ask under your breath suddenly, the police won’t be here for another five minutes at least.

you text jihoon to tap into their comms and let you know the exact moment they’re at the door.

minghao shines that grin, slender fingers lift up and toward the door

“i broke it, but that place is jammed of other million dollar treasures. i saw an original signac that could score us close to 17 million.”

“a signac? who is that?”

minghao laughs with his hands still behind him

“so you’re hot but not into art, i can still work with that. he’s an artist, paul signac. the yoon’s own ‘la corne d'or.’”

you shrug your shoulders again and pretend you don’t hear the first part but mutter that art doesn’t make sense to you and minghao lets out another quieter laugh

“it’s a painting of boats but it looks psychedelic almost, super colorful. thirty six or so inches across.”

you think to yourself - one painting and it’s 17 million, what if you get another painting with it

“ok...anything else in there catch your eye?”

minghao wiggles a little

“lots, i know art like people know starbucks orders. very well.”

your phone pings and it’s jihoon’s warning. the police are going to be coming upstairs to take minghao off your hands in the next sixty to ninety seconds.

“i can’t trust you.”

he thins his lips and then taps your foot with his own, does a weird jostle of his body and then to your shock breaks out of his handcuffs with ease

he rubs his wrists as you think you hear some noise downstairs and the gardener jumps out of his seat to go greet the police without noticing the thing that just happened only a feet away from him

“i’ve had a bobby pin this whole time, i could have run away five whole minutes ago instead of giving you a history lesson on boat paintings worth more money than you’ve ever dreamt of.”

you don’t miss a beat

“let’s get the fucking boats then.”

you get up and minghao takes a hold of your hand in a way you haven’t experienced since maybe middle school

like when a beloved childhood friend would take you and lead you toward the playground, giggle about school or your parents, pull you in to a fun moment under the basking sun

you and him stand, hand in hand, in front of the painting he mentioned

it’s pretty, it almost looks like it was drawn by crayons, you wonder why it’s so expensive

“let’s take it and the two sketches over there, one’s a lady with a piano the other is a couple under an umbrella

“are they-”

“at least two million each. plus - we can comeback for the ceramics later.”

you don’t know why it makes you feel warm - but it does and you take the two framed sketches off the wall

the painting is large, but minghao has done this enough times before that he knows how to handle it - you two are out the hall and down the stairs by the time you hear the police shuffling up them

took their time thinking he’d just be sitting up there wrapped up like a present huh?

you think to yourself, minghao is quick on his feet and leads you in the direction of a inconspicuous looking tiny car that could seat you, him and maybe that stray that hangs around your apartment

he opens the back and it is a perfect size for the painting

“did you come here on your bike?”

you realize the whole look of you must give away the fact that you ride one

“never, i dont bring it on jobs because people know what it looks like.”

he tips his fingers toward you in acknowledgement

“good because this car isn’t mine either, so add auto theft to the list of crimes you’re committing with me on this first date.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, can’t tell if he’s joking or not

he hits the gas before there’s any movement on the street where it’s parked - the yoon mansion fades into the distance as he rushes into the evening traffic

“is this the part where you kick me to the curb?”

you ask

minghao takes one hand off the wheel and puts it on your thigh

“this is the part where you tell me where you live so we can go get your things and ride off into the sunset, bonnie.”

you laugh

“so you’re clyde?”

he looks at you at a red light - looks at your lips and then your eyes

“do you want me to be?”

you can decide the answer to that yourself

*if you’re interested here is la corne d’or on the sothebys website.

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myclownjunction · 3 years

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Mornings desires! Karl Heisenberg x Reader

WARNING AHEAD LITTLE CHILDREN SHALL BE POOF- GONE FROM HERE BECAUSE IT’S ADULT TIME NO PIPSQUEAKS UNDER 18+, YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

This is after Miranda's Death request

*Morning routine featuring you and your metal-magnetto boyfriend would include him being the biggest spoon, so forget about trying to spoon him, he's taller than you and he loves to hold you closer to his body, feeling that you're there and you're real.

*He loves to look at you when you sleep, so sweet, lovely, precious and his, his alone! He is territorial after all, and believe me when I say territorial you have bites and hickeys to rove it, if he's in his werewolf form you're just enjoying your plush huge-ass werewolf boyfriend.

*He will fuck you awake looking down at you and smiling and winking at you, as his eyes hungrily reek over your naked form, he will have the biggest shit-eating grin ever enjoying your boobs bounce with each thrust he gives you. He just holds the biggest adoration in his eyes for you just like a loyal puppy, your puppy!

* “What is it babydoll, rise and shine, don’t mind me, I’m just stretching a bit here!” that bastard loves to tease the life outta you, he will make such dirty comment while having his morning push-ups against your body ;)

*Or even better giving you the oral in the morning making you jerk awake in a half-arousal, half-hazed state while his skilled tongue was doing its magic between your folds, and damn this man was skilled not only with his hands!

*” Don’t mind me doll I’m just having a taste down, here, you can continue sleeping!” *smiles smugly* as you definitely won't go back to sleep any time sooner just accept your fate and his shit-eating grin.

*He loves to have sex with you when you're asleep, so brace yourself one morning to wake, sweaty and covered in his and your fluids, as he sleeps peacefully facing you a slight smirk plastered on the bastard's face!

*HE LOVES MORNING CUDDLES! If you try to escape he’ll growl which will make you change your mind to move, don't forget he's a touch starved man, he needs you around him 24/7 every single second of your life, such a baby boo! Bonus hugs when he's in his werewolf form, damn fluffy soft and warm hugs, pretty much useful during the winter period.

* If he catches you in the shower cabin, boy he’ll enjoy the show to the point that he will sit on the toilet completely naked his eyes following every single movement you make as his hand is jerking off himself, imagining the things he'll do to you after the shower, watching you covered in white bubbles and shampoo, moaning shamelessly, why making the effort when he’s gonna wreck your poor soul after this?

*If you drop the soap, FORBID THE COGS AND WHEELS *inserts the scene of him saying 'I said SIT!'* he gonna make it here, his hands will travel over the glass his tongue will lick the glass tantalizingly slowly as he looks you in the eye never breaking contact, making you regret your movement, you think that thin glass can stop him, HA! He'll go in slowly purring the words out "How about you drop that soap again honeybee!" as the traitorous soap falls down his grin is wolfishly wide sharp teeth showing as he says lowly and deeply "Come on kitten...PICK.IT.UP!" oh my boy you will!

*He loves you wearing nothing but panties and long shirts, HIS shirts, it wakes something primal in him, if you wear his clothes you're practically covered in his scent and the hard package is ready again ;), he likes to unwrap his present but sometimes as we know *most of the times* he likes to take you on the breakfast table "Mmm, darlin' just look at you such a perfect breakfast to devour in the morning!" or some other lines like...

* “I hear you need to have breakfast so you could have energy the whole day I sure will” *looks down at you, his eyes flash yellow-amber color* “But I’m not sure for you babydoll!” yep you're for a looong breakfast in there so hold tight reader Mr.Heisenbeg is a long-timer!

*If you get back from the run or exercising, sweaty and heavy breathing trying to catch your breath? Don’t worry Karl’s got this, he’ll take the last breath out of you, the exercises continue *distant background noise of ripping yoga-pants or thighs* as this man doesn't mind you being sweaty it's frikin hot to him and boy he loves to have dirty sex with you, darn it, Heisenberg!!!!

*He enjoys watching you eating, if you’re messy with the jam, he’ll chuckle using his tongue and lick the jam off your face “Little beasty, loves to tease me, don't cha kitten?” you make an innocent face as you lick the *insert type of jam in here* from the knife slowly making him groan lowly, as his eyes watch every bratty move you make, making him lick his lips as he picks your hand and licks your fingers covered in jam not breaking eye contact as he's done he pulls away with a pop "See kitten not only you can tease!" he winks at your blushing state as he leans closer and whispers...

* “Heh, little naughty, naughty kitten!” he’s growling now “You know, mama never told you not to play with the food? Too bad because I love to play with mine!” well let any god help you cuz you'll need that because you're gonna be the main meal now ;)

*He loves taking shower with you and all of these teases and rubs will turn into a hot and steamy shower sex scene! And you won't be out till the water runs cold, so brace yourself.

*He will take you in front of the mirror as he forces you to watch him take you, again and again, he will even switch positions so you could see every SINGLE MOVEMENT!

*On a normal morning, he’ll enjoy you being in his lap as he has a day off and little projects lay around untouched and waiting. He’s domestic, he’s strong and he knows how things work, unfortunately, many humans don't know about his territory and end well...missing..*you know the lycans <_<* but now the important thing is that he’s your and you’re his.

*He’ll sit sometimes on the porch and drink some coffee as you're fidgeting with something next to him he smiles softly and for real, he feels happy and content here with you, he watches over his territory and the sweet mate he has, hands intervened and smiles on your faces! yes you adored these moments

Welp, it’s short but everyone, please *slides this on the table* take it while it’s HOT!

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bay-did-nothing-wrong · 3 years

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Tell All (Donatello x Reader)

Synopsis: Don and the Reader had been hiding their relationship from his family but they decide its finally time to come clean.

Genre: Fluff mostly, some crack, literally one sex pun

Word count: 1946

Soft.

So soft.

Wasn't his skin supposed to be rougher all together? How were his lips so soft and smooth then? Just another mystery.

Your mouths split with a tiny wet sound, but neither of you was in a rush to go anywhere.

But you should have been.

"Dinner's ready!" came Mikey's energetic shout from somewhere withing the lair. Probably the kitchen.

A soft longing sigh left your lips, and you felt a warm current of air hit your face - Don felt the same.

"We should go." you state, convincing yourself as much as him.

"Do we have to?" he whined breathlessly.

Yes, yes, you did. And he knew that. You both did. Otherwise his brothers and his very observant father will notice you're acting suspicious. They'll probably figure out he wasn't just helping you study for that AP Statistics exam. That is, if they hadn't already.

Your hands slid down his shoulders in an attempt to separate you two but instead they fell onto the top of his plastron, thumbs running softly over the last uncovered skin there, where you knew he was sensitive.

"Hmmm..." it came out as a low growl and it surrounded you on all sides. "You're not helping."

"Am I ever?"

"DONNIE! (Y/N)! DINNER!" at least Mikey stuck to the strict "No entering during study-sessions" rules. That's good to know that he can be intimidated into compliance. Or blackmailed... Point is, it worked.

Donnie's head falls in defeat, forehead leaning on yours for support.

So glad he took those goggles off. You can see more of him this way.

He sighed again, defeated - he was too smart to not figure out that at some point your behavior will raise suspicion. His head lifted back, and turned to the door.

"Coming!"

And your cheeky ass giggled at that.

"Oh, Donnie." you teased, "I haven't even started."

"Pfft. " chuckle, and a snort.

He really did like your dirty puns.

The man took your hand into his cool giant one, somehow providing comfort like no other, as he pulled you to the lab entrance. But once at the door you had to split. It's part of the arrangement.

His family shouldn't know about you.

You two decided at the early stage of your budding romance that keeping the whole thing on the down-low for a while was the smartest choice. It would prevent his brother's jealousy, it won't incite any fights, it won't change their relationship with you and you'll get to feel things out at your own pace - no pressure or prying eyes.

Just you.

But there was a list of downsides too. For one, neither of you was a great actor, Don was even shit at lying, so you'd had to take extra steps to remain as friendly-looking as possible. Then there was the trying-to-set-you-up-with-Vern thing that April was doing and every time the topic came up you could act regular-disgusted but not in-a-happy-relationship disgusted, and so would your favourite turtle. And then there was the hiding, coveting each other in the lab or in small stolen moments in the lair, and the lying about going topside to do recon or install something somewhere, the covering up - no, of course Donnie wasn't with you at your place, he must have gone somewhere else.

You were quite honestly sick of it. You were ready to tell his brothers. You were ready to tell the world.

"We should tell them." his voice was once again low, quiet as if to preserve the last few moments of the secret to yourselves.

Once again you were entirely in sync despite being vastly different.

He was a genius, you, decidedly, weren't.

He was really into sports, you weren't.

He was a 6'8 ninja turtle raised underground by a rat dad, and you obviously were not.

And yet somehow, you clicked.

"I agree."

At that point you knew that your approval would kick into gear the most destructive process in Donnie's mind - overthinking.

Your hand immediately darted out and grabbed one of his pulling it up to your lips and kissing the knuckles in reassurance.

"We'll figure it out."

But still, you had to split. Even if you did plan to tell them, there would be a time and a place for that.

"What took you so long? The lasagna got cold." Mikey was positively outraged - as much as he could be - by your lack of interest in his usually excellent cooking.

"Sorry, Mikey." you butted in, trying to save the day, "There's just something about Inferential Statistical Analysis that I can't wrap my head around." Bullshit, you knew exactly what it was and how it worked - it's part of the basics but he didn't need to know that.

"Still smells great though!" Don sounds cheerful enough even though you'd just agreed to break the fragile peace in your relationship just a minute prior. He was getting really good at the lying part. Too bad it won't be needed for much longer.

Dinner was as uneventful as it can be around five mutant ninjas. Master Splinter asked about your day, you told him about the nearing finals season and he offered some comforting words after which the conversation bounced around the rest of the family in a natural progression.

Once you were full, and once all of Mikey's delicious food had been virtually inhaled by the four giant men around you, you got up to get the dishes to the kitchen and help clean up. It was only fair, after all.

Apparently it was Ralph's turn to wash dishes and there was no wiggling out of that because Splinter said so. Well, at least you can dry them.

And dry them you did, meanwhile casual conversation about whatever kept flowing and you figured you won't be able to go back to the lab and do some more 'Statistics'.

You were just drying and putting away the last plate when a thiqq arm stretched over your head to reach a cupboard you couldn't even get to in your dreams.

Your head whipped back, eyes landing straight on some hard looking chest plates under a pair of suspenders. And then you looked up and saw Donatello, the cheeky shit, with a pop tart in his mouth and a shit-eating grin around it.

"Oops, sorry, (Y/N), didn't see you there."

Oh, I'll give you Oops, didn't see me, my ass. You'll see.

He was being unusually open about his closeness to you and that was less then an hour after you'd decided to come clean.

He was ready then.

"I was planning on checking out the meatpacking District tomorrow." Leo was going on about that idea he had to check out some building or another, Mikey was wiping down the table, and Raph was finishing up the dishes, and for once Don was just there chilling.

His treat was gone, meaning he ate it all, he seemed relaxed, his shoulders loose and shell leaning on the wall.

No time like the present.

"You guys, I'm gonna head out. I've got work tomorrow and after that I've got a study group to attend so, I should head to bed."

"You need us to walk you home?" Leo asked more out of courtesy, he knew you lived close and would usually decline.

"No, no, that's okay." you replied, looking for your bag and jacket where you'd left them near the kitchen table.

"Aaaw, you're leaving already? Well, at least you ate." Mikey quickly swept you into a hug goodbye and turned back to sorting his ingredients in the cupboards.

"Thanks to you, Mikey Steward." to which he giggled in response.

"See you tomorrow, shorty." Raph waved as he turned to get a beer from the fridge.

"Stay safe out there, okay?" Leo always the guardian, warned you for the hundredth time, again just out of courtesy.

And then you walked to where Don was leaning on the wall, took his chin in your hand and pulled him down.

Oh, shit, am I actually gonna do this!?

Your lips met, your heart pounded, the room became super hot and that wasn't just because of the brilliant piece of man-candy in your hands. You could feel their eyes but then again that was the whole point.

A loud dramatic intake of air was heard, a drop of something metallic and then silence.

Your face pulled away from him, eyes opening slightly to look at him, as your weight fell back onto your heels from standing on your tiptoes. His face had that same dazed, satisfied-yet-hungry look that he usually had whenever you'd had to break apart.

He tasted so sweet, you just had to lick your lips at the memory.

"I'll see you tomorrow." you whispered, that was all you could force out in that moment.

"See you tomorrow." his voice was as soft as yours even though his brothers could probably hear.

You fully pulled away from your man, now certain that there'd be no secrets between you and the ninja clan.

You were not an actor, you quickly got embarrassed with your performance, however brilliant it may have been, and speedily scammed to pick up your belongings and jogged outta there.

You turned one last time, because something in you said you should and what you saw was truly a sight.

All three of Don's bothers with their mouths hanging open and Splinter peeking out of the door to the dojo with his eyes like saucers and then there's Donnie - the image of peace, hands in his pockets, a soft smile on his lips, now shiny from your lip gloss, and looking you straight in the eye as you retreated.

"Bye." you shout to no one in particular and scramble for the exit.

-_-_-_-_-

Phone - charging

Alarm - set

Pajamas - on

What's missing then?

Ding!

Your phone notified you that someone was requesting your attention and you were more than happy to find out it was your man.

'Hey, Laika' Oh lord it so got you giggling like a schoolgirl when he called you that.

'Hey, Tyson' and then he told you that he loved to be compared with the biggest name in astrophysics today.

'How did it go?' you felt super bad for bailing on him but at the same time there was this relief that came with the cat being out of the bag.

'Surprisingly well. No one was mad that we kept it a secret.' well, that's good. You won't have to jeopardize your relationship with the boys. 'Dad still wants to talk to you tho'

Ah, well, that's to be expected. Even though Donnie is an adult, the were still a very tightly knit family unit so, you supposed that something like that would be a pretty big deal.

'That's fine, I'd do whatever'

'I wish I could kiss you rn'

It honestly shocked you how chill about it he was. Probably because he wasn't being grilled for information anymore, neither of you would have to lie anymore, and because he could now tell Vern to fuck right off, with no worry about how it would look.

You were so looking forward to being solely and entirely his.

'Tomorrow we start anew'

He had a point, things would change. But hopefully not between you.

'Can't wait to meet you for the first time again lol' you didn't know if you were being funny or just cheesy but it felt right.

Despite your smile, your eyes started drooping, your breaths slowing and you felt the exhaustion of the day slowly hug you like a blanket.

'Goodnight'

'Goodnight, (Y/N)'

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 3 years

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IUI- Favorite Weirdo

i missed the idiots 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: none i think? its a lil ‘slice of life’ thing idk

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Triss’ face lit up as Geralt walked into the tattoo shop, arms laden with coffee and muffins, as promised.

“Oh thank fuck you’re here,” Triss sighed, snagging the largest drink out of Geralt’s tray and almost sending the whole thing crashing to the ground, “I haven’t been able to get to a single email all day. Can you distract Ciri for like an hour? Maybe two?”

Geralt set the rest of his coffee shop haul down on the counter before kissing Triss on the forehead and handing her her favorite flavor muffin, “Where did you lock the little beast?”

Taking a massive bite of the muffin, Triss pointed toward the little kitchenette/break room just as the sound of stainless steel bowls clattering to the ground burst out of the crack in the door. She just looked at Geralt with pleading eyes for a moment before taking a massive swig of coffee.

Frowning, and a little scared to see what had happened, Geralt poked his head into the kitchen, “What’s going on in here kiddo?”

Ciri was desperately trying to scoop what looked like pancake batter back into a bowl but froze as soon as she heard Geralt, staring at him as only a nine-year-old who’s been caught red-handed can, “Nothing.”

“Mhm, looks like it,” Geralt snickered, “Would you like some help with nothing?”

Sitting back on her heels, Ciri let her batter-covered hands plop onto her jeans as she nodded, giving him her biggest puppy eyes.

“I brought snacks, do you just want to clean up and eat those or do you want pancakes still?”

“Uncle bear, this isn’t food it’s homemade playdough! Kind of… I don’t think I got it right...”

Geralt could only sigh, “You’re so lucky Mum sent me in after you.”

Forty-five minutes later, they’d somehow removed all evidence of the failed craft project and Geralt had offered himself up as the walking talking coloring book as per usual.

“Hey, Geralt?” Ciri asked, coloring each feather on his Griffin tattoo a different highlighter color.

He immediately perked up at the use of his actual name but kept his tone casual, “Yeah, Kiddo?”

She took a moment to glance up at him, looking oh so much like her mother as she turned around and pretended to dip the marker she was using in an ink cap and tucked her hair behind her ear as she got back to filling in the tattoo, “Do you think I’m weird?”

He could barely keep from cracking up at the question. She was easily the weirdest kid he’d ever met, and it was only reinforced by the way she treated the marker like a tattoo machine and even wiped a paper towel over the spot she was working on. But something in the way she asked made him think that would be the wrong answer.

“Why do you ask?”

“Dara called me weird at school and some other kids laughed.”

Geralt waited for her to continue, but she just leaned a little closer to the tattoo to work on coloring the eyes bright blue so he prodded her a bit, “I thought you and Dara were friends?”

“We are, I think he meant it nicely. But why would the other kids laugh if he wasn’t being mean?”

“Ah…” Geralt nodded sagely, a move he’d perfected over the years that tricked Ciri into thinking he was far wiser than he really was, “They haven’t learned how much fun weirdos can be. I fill my life with weirdos.”

Ciri giggled, “Are you calling your family weirdos?”

“Absolutely,” Geralt confirmed, an over-exaggerated serious look on his face that made Ciri give another round of giggles.

“I’m your favorite weirdo though, right?”

“Nope” he answered, popping the p with a shit-eating grin on his face. Ciri shoved at his arm with a gasp as he continued, “You’re my second favorite.”

She capped the marker and folded her arms, looking far too much like her other mother with mock offense on her face, “Who beat me?!”

“Uncle Ask,” Geralt answered as if it was the most obvious answer in the world and making Ciri roll her eyes as she picked out another color.

“But you said he was the coolest person you knew last week?”

“Yup,” Geralt nodded, “A cool weirdo.”

Ciri shot him a suspicious glare as if she was trying to figure out a puzzle, “I think he’s just your favorite person.”

“Well, yeah. That’s why I married him.”

Making a face Ciri poked him a little extra hard with the maker she was using, another painfully Yen action, “I’m still mad I didn’t get to go to the wedding.”

Geralt couldn’t help but belly-laugh at this, “Kid you weren’t even born yet.”

“But I like weddings!”

“Well if you find a Tardis you’re welcome to go attend!”

As the conversation spiraled into stubborn nine-year-old silliness, Triss and Jaskier leaned against the door to the large open tattooing area.

Sipping his chai latte, Jaskier frowned and pointed at his husband, “Every time they hang out it seems like he turns into even more of a child.”

Triss stifled a laugh so they wouldn’t be caught watching, “I find it cute. Until she convinces him to do something stupid.”

“Like the hand-stand incident?” Jaskier asked, snickering as quietly as possible.

“What possessed him to let her do a handstand on a moving horse?!” Triss asked, both amused and baffled.

Jaskier sighed and shrugged, “He’s a himbo.”

“This himbo can hear you!” Geralt called, raising his hand behind Ciri’s back to flip them off with a grin over his shoulder.

Triss and Jaskier turned to each other with wide eyes and a guilty look before cracking up.

Guiding Triss back to the front desk, Jaskier called over his shoulder, “I love you, honey!”

Geralt raised his voice so they could hear him as they walked down the hall, “Weirdos can also be lovable assholes, Ciri.”

The last they could hear from the room as Jaskier and Triss got back to work was Ciri squealing about a swear jar in absolute delight.

#geraskier #geraskier tattoo au #inked up idiots #iui #tattoo artist jaskier #tattooer jaskier #weanie geralt #trissefer #ciri #ciri is a little devil #geralt and ciri bonding #the witcher #the witcher fic #the witcher modern au #the witcher tattoo au

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cada5h · 2 years

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COMMANDER EXILE OF PLAITHUS • EUGENIA "GENIE" AETOS

my terrible no good mc from @exilethegame

genie's tired. oh so so tired. someone let her rest, wrest her from this fate that keeps her spilling blood. or is that just her rage? sees red, goes blind, just hurt. make them hurt like they hurt her. maybe that's all she's good for in this world. a weapon with no one to wield it.

white hair, red eyes, has a warrior's tan (the new farmers tan)

romancing vethna and sabir

doesn't know how to feel about syfyn. half "yes i understand i know what its like to feel helpless when something terrible is happening" and half "how could you let them do that to me? anyone but you"

pheonix

killed jaime, killed the sorcerer. just keeps killing. when does it stop.....

loves vethna so much its embarrassing and doesnt know how to show it or what to say

terrified to see her family again

honestly doesnt feel in control of herself half the time

has the biggest shit eating grin you've ever known. covers up real feelings with sarcasm and jokes and if all else fails anger is a good thing to fall back on

#exile game #exile if #exile mc #mc: genie aetos

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 2 years

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Much of the beautiful, much of the wanton

Mob! Donatello x fem reader

warnings: NSFW,

Summery: each year the mob! boys throw a spooktacular party for children and adults alike at their vast mansion, the main attraction being the horror maze in their back yard. As a reporter, it’s your job to write about the event this year but things take a turn when you end up getting as little closer to one of the brothers than you intended

((A/N: I haven’t written smut or anything like that for so long so please go easy on me!!! This is all just for funsies and I’m a shit writer so yeah, please just be kind))

October 31st: Halloween. Samhain, fright night, All Hallows eve or whatever you prefer to call it is a time where the veil between our world and the next is said to be at its thinnest. A time when black cats cause travels to cross to the other side of the street, a broken mirror is 7 years of bad luck and more than just some broken glass to clean up and Ouija boards are selling like hot cakes. Every house you pass is decorated with grinning pumpkins, capering skeletons and old witches, arching their ancient backs over bubbling cauldrons that are filled to the brim with eye of newt, hand of salamander and some other bullshit the fairy tales like to make up. Horror movies play in every household after the children are put to bed as to not scare them and bowls of candy are put out for trick or treaters. Sounds like a fun night, right?

There’s a seasonal chill in the air that causes you to turn up the heating in your car as you make a left turn past streets of generic looking houses, all busy tending to the small children knocking on their doors and demanding “trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!”. You take notice of the lawn decor and the odd house that has clearly been the victim of an egging or T-P-ing. You’d never liked Halloween. Not since you were a kid. There was something so... Ostentatious about it. “Look at me, look at my costume, give me food because I turned up at your house in the dark!” You couldn’t stand it.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t just curl up in bed and watch mind numbing TV until sleep took you. Tonight you had to work.

It was a tradition for the newspaper company you worked for to cover the lavish and generous party that the wealthy “Turtle brothers” (as they’d come to be known) threw every year like clockwork. There were hay rides and actors dressed up in special effects makeup and, the main attraction, a horror maze in the back yard. Of course for the adults there was food and drink a plenty and the bragging rights of managing to snag a ticket for you and your family at one of the most coveted events of the year. This year was your turn to report on this special event.

The Turtle brothers always found a way to one-up themselves each year whether that be fire eaters or a murder mystery or a petting zoo. Something “spooktacular” was bound to be in store for tonight. You didn’t want to go.

You drove for what felt like hours, maybe it was just your reluctance that made it feel that way but, eventually, you got to the gated residence that was your destination for tonight. Lining the stone walls to the biggest house you’d ever seen were hundreds of pumpkins of all different sizes that has been carved to perfection and their faces lit up but little LED lights inside them. The thickets of roses that grew up the walls of the place had fake cobwebs and spiders attached to the thorns and even the fountain in the courtyard had been dyed an eerie blood red so that it resembled an open wound. Of course there were people everywhere. Children dressed up in every costume imaginable, and their parents, ran back and forth or climbed on hay bales that adorned the walls that encased the vast mansion. Actors on stilts in horrifying clown masks or haunted doll makeup, brandishing prop knives chased unsuspecting party-goers and tables where you could get your face painted stood just outside the door to go in.

What a farce you thought to yourself as you parked. You recognised that it was nice and all that they did this for the community, but it seemed so preformative. They had more money than you could spend in 3 lifetimes and yet what did they decide to do with it? Throw expensive parties while people starved, schools were under funded and people died from not being able to afford basic necessities like medication. This was a distraction, a band-aid over a bullet wound, an act. Maybe that’s what you’d write your article about- how one of New York’s longest running charities for helping the homeless has had to close its doors recently yet these men (turtles? Mutants?) had the money to afford a life sized zombie ice sculpture in their entrance hall.

You hung your jacket up in the foyer and began to regret not wearing a costume, you were there to work after all but looking normal made you stick out like a sore thumb. You wore a white blouse and black skirt that went half way down your thighs as that was the dress code for work and you were here on the job. You grabbed a drink off of a silver tray that was being carried around by a waiter who a white shirt and black trousers as well as a black waistcoat. Goddamn it, I dressed like the help. Maybe some fake blood or a little dark contouring could help?

The inside was just as marvellous as the outside of the house, every room had been decorated perfectly to go with this years theme: the masque of the red death, based on the short story by Gothic literature’s own Edger Allen Poe. Every room had a colour scheme and every object in that room went according to that colour. In the blue room was blue furniture and ornaments as well as blue lighting. The white room has white skeletons and even a white chandelier. This was the same for the orange room and the same for the green, purple and violet rooms. You wondered where the black room was and how they were going to pull of the blood red effect like in the story. Before you could think any more about that, you laid eyes on them. All dressed like they were going to a 14th century masquerade, complete with masks on sticks and ruffles. They were taller than you expected, the biggest one, dressed in purple, averaging at a good 6′7″ in your estimation.

You took a sip of your drink, it tasted expensive which wasn’t to your liking. You were more used to the $7 bottles of wine you could get a trader Joe’s than whatever this fancy shit was. Before you could find a houseplant to spit your mouthful of wine into, an announcement was made. The oldest one, dressed in blue, Leonardo, tapped the side of his glass with a spoon and cleared his throat.

“Welcome everyone, we’re so glad you could make it out tonight and we welcome you to our home! Everyone is looking rather dashing although I will admit I haven’t seen this many witches since I was turned into a turtle” a reference to the urban legend that these turtle men were cursed by a witch- something parent would tell their children to scare them into behaving. Everyone laughed. “Now, from how some of you are dancing I’m assuming you all found the refreshments section with ‘adult drinks’ alright and I would like to ask for all of your attention as we unveil the main attraction for tonight: the black room!”

As he said those final words, the curtain behind him fell revealing a room painted back with a dark and cavernous interior. Just like the theme for the other rooms, everything inside was painted black from the furniture to the grandfather clock that stood in the room. But, like the story, since you can’t have black lighting, the whole room was illuminated by scarlet lights that cast a gruesome effect over the room as if everything were wet with blood.

The crowd roared with excitement at what had been exposed and ventured into the room much to the obvious delight of the brothers. You took out your camera and snapped a few photos while everyone was distracted. You caught a lovely image of a child dressed as a vampire holding a jock ‘o lantern where his head should be and another of the decor of the house. Everything was going as it should be, the music was loud, the chatter was louder, drinks flowed and dancing ensued. Children ran past everyone’s feet to get outside to the maze that was illuminated by lit pumpkins with ghastly faces and fake blood splatters all over them. Maybe you had judged this night too harshly after all.

While you went about doing your work, you couldn’t shake this feeling as though you were being watched. The hairs on your arms stood up and a chill went through you as you looked around only to meet eyes with the 6′7 figure of Donatello. He kept your gaze for a moment or too, longer than you would have liked, before looking away and returning to whatever conversation he was having with a rather drunk werewolf who seemed to be prodding him to emphasise some point he was making. Weird you thought but, you didn’t let it distract you. You came here for a reason and as soon as you’d gathered all the pictures you needed and stayed long enough to write a decent story on the night, you’d be out of here. Eyes on the prize, bitch.

You “interviewed” a few of the kids who were there, a sweet 7 year old said it had been his dream for months (and he emphasised the word as if months is a long time to wait, bless children) to attend this night. He wanted to experience everything his big sister had told him that happened last year. That would make an endearing section of the story. You could picture it now “Turtle brothers making a young boy’s dream come true!” But, as you moved around the rooms, making sure to take in their splendour as you did, you could still feel someone looking at you. Those same eyes as before.

Donatello was dressed as lavishly as possible. A white Venetian mask with purple accents adorned his side, not bothering to raise it up to his face to complete the look, and frilly clothes that you weren’t educated enough to name but seemed fitting for the theme of the night. Gold jewellery like chains and rings gleamed in the faint light of the dark blue room and his green skin to turned a cyan colour by consequence of the colour mixing. He looked spectacular, a figure that demands authority and caution. Why the fuck was he staring at you? No smile, no nod of the head to indicate friendliness. Nothing. It was... Unnerving. Before you could pluck up the courage to go over and ask what the hell his problem was, the door burst open in an almost theatrical way.

Three men, all clearly heavily intoxicated, barged in with security close behind but not fast enough to stop them. They wore cheap, dollar store Halloween costumes and you recognised one as the scream mask killer. A loud “wheeeheeyyyy” erupted from the one brandishing a Jack Daniels bottle soon followed by a “lets party!”

The crowd, not knowing if this was part of the show tonight, murmured in awed confusion. Everyone but the Turtle brothers.

“Gentlemen, I don’t believe you have ticket to tonight’s event” began Raphael. He wore garb similar to Donatello except his attire was mostly crimson- his signature colour. Some around New York rumoured that he wore it to cover up any blood stains that may be on him.

“I- we- y-you” began the ringleader of the men. “We just came here for a good t-time. Don’t be a douche!” he bellowed before loudly belching. You got a little closer to see what was happening better. The man wore a torn up mechanics outfit that was ill fitted to his size, a little torn up for effect and had red splotches all over it for the Halloween vibe and he reeked of alcohol. Maybe you were a little too close for comfort.

Before you could turn away to disappear and allow someone else to handle this, a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you in. That hand belonged to the aforementioned drunk whose laminated name tag on his costume read “Larry”.

You nearly yelped as he pulled you face to face with him, hands wondering down your body and asked “He-hey pretty thing. What you s’posed to be, eh?”

Your efforts to push him away were to no avail, he was much larger and stronger than you but, before you had to take it to an extreme and violently hurt this man to get him off you, a green fist connected with his jaw sending him flying.

He hit the door frame with a loud thud and spun around to see where the attack came from. You did the same. Standing beside you was Donatello, in all his glory, and a “don’t fuck with me” look on his face. Brow furrowed and lips pulled tight revealing a set of clenched teeth. The mob boys had always been known for their careful treatment of the “fairer sex” and this man had just violated you. You could hear the gasps behind you of everyone watching and the shuffling of feet to get away or perhaps come closer, you weren’t sure as you couldn’t take your eyes off the situation at hand.

Larry stumbled towards you both and raised his bottle in his right hand in preparation to bring it down on the mutant turtle’s head. Donatello pushed you out of the way so hard that you fell and hit your head on the corner of an ornate and ancient table in the foyer. Everything was a little blurry after that as your vision went in and out of focus. You remember hearing shouts and strong words. A few figures wrestled in front of you but nothing you could clearly focus on due to your new injury.

Staring down at your own hands on the white tiled floor you tried to focus on not throwing up before raising one hand to your throbbing forehead. As you pulled away you could see the all too familiar viscous red substance you knew as your own blood. Shit. It didn’t feel like too long later but, when you raised your head to look up at whoever had just placed a hand on your shoulder, the three men were gone and you were gazing into the eyes of Donatello once again. He helped you up and as you grabbed his bicep for balance you could feel how rock hard it was. Another shiver, of a different kind, went through you. You were always a sucker for the muscular ones.

“How much does it hurt?” his words felt alien to you for a moment before you could fully comprehend them.

“It’s less my head and more how I feel like....Watch your shoes, I’m gonna barf!” as those words left your mouth, so did the contents of your stomach- all over the beautiful white floor. At least tile is easy to clean up.

He lead you by the hand (well, waist) through another corridor that was roped off to stop the guests intruding on the private areas of the turtle’s house. You both went into a little room that was colder than the rest of the house and painted white and rather plain, to you at least, and resembled a hospital room. There was a gurney in the centre of the room and a small desk in the corner. Donatello helped you up onto the gurney and handed you a box of tissues that you gratefully took and wiped your mouth with before offering you a glass of water.

It was then that you remembered that he had trained as a surgeon, a successful one at that but the family business called him away. You wondered if that was a source of tension between him and his brothers, no, his late father- as he was the one demanding that his brothers carry on his legacy.

You took a moment to look around, there wasn’t much on the walls. A few surgical diagrams and almost medieval looking tools that made you shiver. Your head was starting to throb now and, as if reading your mind, Donatello finally spoke again.

“It looks like you have a concussion and, obviously, a nasty gash on your forehead. It shouldn’t be too hard to take care of” he was holding a syringe with a clear liquid filling it which made you nervous. You hated needles, it’s why you never gave blood or had any piercings aside from your ears which your mother pressured you into getting when you were 14.

“it’s only lidocaine, nothing to worry about” Donnie reassured you, placing a careful hand on your knee. His bedside manner was quite charming and a little more touchy feely than you had anticipated. His reputation was that of a cold hearted criminal but here he was, comforting you in your most vulnerable hour.

You placed your hand on top of his that rested on your leg and gave him a warm smile. You appreciated him taking care of you.

After the stitches were all finished and an adhesive bandage had been secured over your wound Donatello actually started talking to you. You were a little surprised to say the least, he was a quiet man but seemed to not want your little interaction to be over quite yet. It wasn’t much, but it was polite and he seemed genuinely intrigued by what you had to say. You talked about your job and family and moving to New York and how that had effected you. He listened and asked follow up questions where necessary. Nothing much, but enough to make you feel seen.

After a moments silence, you got up off the gurney and motioned towards the door saying you think it’s about time you got back home and slept as the clock on his desk showed it was coming up for 11pm, meaning you had talked for well over an hour and the party would be finishing up now.

You walked towards where he sat in his desk chair and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek followed by your thanks but you stopped in your tracks. The second your lips made contact with him his entire body went stiff and you knew then you fucked up. You had overstepped your bounds and ruined whatever rapport you had with him. Oh shit. You turned and walked for the door when, for the second time this evening, you were grabbed. You spun around and almost instantly Donatello wrapped his arms around your waist and his lips collided with yours.

This was a very welcome distraction from the pain in your head and you kissed him back gratefully, reaching up and resting your arms around his neck. He pulled you in closer, there was a hungry eagerness to his actions that made you feel so desired- the way his hands gripped at you and ran down to fondle your ass. Suddenly you were no longer standing but had been picked up and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you over to his desk and placed you back on the ground. You knew what was coming next but almost couldn’t believe it. Why you? Why had he chosen you out of all the beautiful and successful women he is usually surrounded by? You didn’t have much time to think anymore as he trailed hot kisses down your neck and moved your shoulders for you to turn around. You did as he instructed and placed your hands on the mahogany desk in front of you. The wood was cool beneath your burning hands and you leaned over a bit, sticking your ass out to give him easier access when the time came.

Donnie continued to focus on your neck, nipping and kissing at it so that you moaned and squirmed in readiness for him. His hands moved from your waist to underneath your skirt. He found your most precious spot and began to rub circles over your panties so well that you had to bite your hand to stop from calling out in pleasure.

“I want you” you gasped as he used his other hand to reach up and cup your breast.

No reply from him, all you felt was his hands leaving your body and the sound of his belt being undone. You were more than ready for him, but he already knew that. He could probably feel how soaked your underwear was.

One of his hands returned to your hips and the other was used to guide himself into you. You could feel yourself stretch at his sheer size and before you knew it he had bottomed out inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined what the brothers would be like “down there”. They’re all so tall and broad and it sets the imagination on fire to think about.

Donatello began to pull out again before slamming back into you which came as quite a shock and you had to steady yourself by gripping the desk lest you fall over from his power. It was a lot to take in but it felt so good you could hardly complain. His thrusts were hard and deep and unyielding and his hands wondered from your breasts to your hips but settled on your throat, squeezing your neck just a little as to cut off blood supply to the brain and send you into a dizzy spiral.

You gasped and moaned at every jolt into you, he was like a machine. Always keeping pace and never stopping, you wondered how he could last this long with the vigour he was going at but you were happy that this didn’t look like it would be over any time soon.

He pulled out and spun you around the face him before pushing you back onto the desk so that you sat in front of him. His mouth met yours and he was back inside of you, ploughing you once more. Your tongues danced and now you had the opportunity to feel him the same way he had touched you. You ran your hands over his chest. It was warm and solid from years of heavy training and you could only imagine what was underneath his costume. You hands slipped around his waist and you pulled him closer to you so that you were now belly to belly. You wanted all of him and as much as he would give you.

Grasping the back of your neck to keep you there, he continued to kiss you deeply as he fucked you. You leaned back a little and wrapped your legs around his hips to give him a better angle into you. He was hitting exactly the right spot and you pulled away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his. You could hear him almost grunting now with exertion and pleasure. You closed your eyes with the bliss of what was happening, the electricity you felt between the two of you and the tightness in your lower stomach that meant you were close to release. You felt his hand wrap around your ponytail and pull your head back.

“Look at me” he commanded and you did as he said, looking deep into his hazel eyes as he mercilessly rammed into you. He smiled at the lost expression on your face as he moved from pulling your hair back to your throat and squeezed once more. That was too much for you and you were sent over the edge- rolling your eyes back and moaning loud enough for the guests down the hall to hear exactly what was happening. You hoped no children were still at the party.

You rested your head in the crook of his neck as he gave his final few thrusts before finishing inside of you with a moan. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you like that for a few minutes while you both panted from the shared climax. You could feel him inhale deeply into your hair, taking in the smell of your coconut shampoo. After a few more seconds, he pulled away and looked down at you smiling.

“I must say, this is the best Halloween I’ve had in a while. Fuck the candy corn and the fucking maze upstairs. You wanna come back next year? Off the job, of course” his words made you smile.

“Next year might be a little to long. How about coffee next week?” you answered. He smiled brighter at you and stroked your cheek.

“I know just the place”

You stood up from the desk and could already feel his seed spilling out of you and down your leg but it didn’t matter. It would serve as a nice reminder of what happened in that little room. Donnie helped you straighten out your clothes and hair as there were no mirrors in the room and lead you back to the now ending party. Before you left he handed you a napkin with his number written on it and told you to call when you got home safe so you could make plans for the drink next week.

Getting back into your car you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You had managed to charm one of the most feared men in the city and fucked him the same night you met him and he wanted to see more of you.

Driving home you passed the now dark houses that only a few hours ago had been lit up by pumpkins and ghostly lights. You hummed along with the late night radio and tapped the steeling wheel until you pulled into your driveway. Maybe this time of year isn’t as shitty as I thought. You pulled out the napkin from your pocket and dialled the number, within two rings there was a response.

“Y/n! I was just thinking about you” the voice on the other end purred.

Maybe Halloween was turning into your new favourite holiday.

#mob! turtles #the mob! boys #the mob boys #mob turtles #my fic #much of the beautiful much of the wanton #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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