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jazzyoranges · 6 months

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Saw you take requests!! Can you do a fluffy Wednesday x Shape shifter!Reader (no smut please) where it's Wednesday's writing time but she can't think of ideas so reader turns into a cat and curls up on Wednesday's lap? Basically helping Wednesday by making sure Wednesday can't get up until she writes a chapter. Thanks!

Orange kitty - drabble

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Words: 0.8k

A/n: i feel like we as a fandom haven’t been putting the orange cat x black cat trope in enough fics. this is me advocating for orange cat!r

“I feel your eyes on me, (Y/n).”

“I’m not allowed to look at my friend anymore?”

“It’s distracting. You’re inhibiting me from writing.” Wednesday isn’t fully lying. She just doesn’t add how you give her an odd feeling. An odd feeling she doesn’t like.

“Aww, do I make you nervous, Wens?” You laugh, deciding to ignore the glare she sends your way

“Keep talking and I’ll remove your voice box.”

“Please, I think you’d miss me too much” You roll your eyes, stretching on Wednesday’s bed

You turn into a cat as per Thing’s request, and you two start to play tag around Wednesday and Enid’s shared room. Thing happily bragged that you and him were better friends once. His hubris only resulted in Wednesday taking away his favorite lotions for an entire week.

The Addams girl huffs when she, yet again, makes a mistake on her typewriter. This was unlike her. The tiny trash can under her desk was nearing being full only after one or two hours of her failed attempts at writing. Wednesday put her hands in her lap after she realized her words only became futile

The abrupt stop of clacking keys makes you turn your head, giving Thing the perfect opportunity to tag you back on Enid’s bed. You quickly turn human again with almost a cartoon-ish pop, and ask Thing if Wednesday was allergic to cats

“She’s not, why do you ask?” He signs

“Do you think she’d kill me if I sat on her lap?” You sign back, not wanting Wednesday to hear

“As a human, most definitely. But if you were a cat maybe she’d tolerate you. No promises, though” Thing somehow shrugs using his thumb and pinkie finger as arms. God, you loved the weird appendage

“I can hear you two talking. I’d prefer if you’d leave me in silence.”

“Writers block?”

“No, I’m merely thinking of the correct words to use.”

“Maybe you should ask Enid for help. The woman can reach over the Twitter character limit in like… three seconds. Two if she’s really excited”

“Recommend such a horrid idea again and I’ll release you in my pen of hellhounds.”

“We both know I’d win” You cockily smirk, again ignoring what looks to be annoyance on Wednesday’s face. Then again, she always looked annoyed

“Your hubris is laughable. Let’s see how you suffice when your digestive system is ripped open.”

“Tempting, but I’d rather stay here with you”

You can only assume Thing listens with watchful… fingers? You execute your plan to him, and a quick pinkie-promise indicates he gets to bury you if Wednesday decides to kill you after the stunt you’re about to pull

“Hey, Wens?” The Addams doesn’t show any form of talking but you decide to keep going

“Did you know people say cats can lessen anxiety?”

The Addams hums in acknowledgement, so you continue

“Well, I don’t exactly believe it”

“And why is that.” Wednesday sighs. Sometimes she wonders why she indulges in you

“I dunno, just seems fake. I was wondering if you’d do an experiment with me?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Great! Thanks, Wens” You give Thing a quick wink after turning into a cat and hopping up onto her desk. Turning your head to the side as if you were asking a question, you looked at Wednesday for an answer

You were crazy, but not crazy enough to do something to make Wednesday hate you

For some reason, the Addams girl doesn’t even have a second chance to think before scooting back her chair. You’re about to jump into her lap with a paw over the edge of her desk, but you glance up to make sure Wednesday was sure. You receive a small nod

The action is enough to make you whisper a small “thank you” but it only comes out as a small meow

You circle around her lap for a good area to lay, and you quickly take your spot with a tiny smile that makes your eyes close. Wednesday scoots her chair back in, and she has absolutely no idea what to do.

Only when you start to purr a shiver goes up her spine. The vibrations are light, and something about you happily laying on her lap makes you chip away at Wednesday’s walls the tiniest bit. She contemplates where to put her hands before Thing scurries on top of you to scratch behind your ear. Wednesday shoots him a deathly glare in return, but your favorite Addams (don’t tell Wednesday) stays put

As if showing Wednesday how to pet a cat, Thing gets off of your back and points a finger in your direction. Hesitantly, the Addams girl copies the actions Thing showed her

And you? You were having an amazing time. Wednesday’s fingers were cold but every stroke of her hand was calculated. She took note of which spots you purred louder, and continued her movements

Fuck you and your ability to get what you want, Wednesday thinks. Of course your smug ass knew cats lessened anxiety. Of course.

But Wednesday can’t help being addicted to your tiny purrs and vibrations

With her left hand fondling your ear and her right on her typewriter, she decides maybe a cat could be arranged in her novel.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #thing addams #enid sinclair

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percervall · 4 months

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till morning comes, let's tessellate

Pairing: Mark Webber x fem!reader Words: 1219 Warnings: flirting, dirty talk, bratty behaviour, cockwarming

In which you're willing to play with fire

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It’s far too hot, is the only way you can describe the weather. Having grown up in Europe, it always messes with your brain a little whenever you and your husband spend the better part of January in his home country of Australia, where it’s very much summer instead of winter. Mark doesn’t mind; he will happily work out in the garden while you prefer to remain in the shade of the plum trees as you read a book in the hammock Mark had hung for you. Which is what you had been doing until watching your husband doing manual labour proved too much of a distraction. You can’t help but clench your thighs together as he walks back towards the house, wiping his brow with the shirt he had taken off already. There is no way you can continue reading now, not when Mark lifts one of the logs of a fallen tree up onto his shoulder to carry it into the shade. The threadbare fabric of the oversized t-shirt you found in the back of his closet rubs over your nipples and you can’t help but bite back the whimper that’s threatening to come out at the feeling. Fuck, you are so turned on already and all he’s done is carry wood. Mark looks up at you, giving you a knowing smirk.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get her husband to give her attention?” you pout, e-reader now forgotten in your lap.

“You always have my attention, sweetheart,” Mark responds, dropping another log next to the ones already there.

“Besides, you were reading,” he adds, an eyebrow raised. He has you there; the world could go up in flames without you even realising whenever you’re engrossed in a book. Whatever witty retort you might have come up with dies on your lips as he swings the axe and chops the fire wood for the pizza oven you had surprised him with for your anniversary. Your breath catches in your lungs and your clit throbs as you watch the muscles in his back move under his bronzed skin.

“I’m sure Fernando would’ve,” you say instead once you’ve found your tongue. Mark just hums, amused at your sudden brattiness.

“I wouldn’t bet on that, but sure darling,” he says, raising the axe again. Mark’s got a point, even if it pains you to admit that.

“Jenson definitely would,” you counter instead. At this point you might as well fully commit to riling him up.

“Sweetheart, you work with him and know just as well as I do, he would not give you the attention you need,” Mark replies. Damn this man, you think as you grow hot all over at the implication of his words. Jenson is just as much a tease as you can be, and while this makes for great TV as you wind each other up, you need a man who-.. Well, frankly you need a man who can put you in your place, sometimes literally. Just the memory of Mark throwing you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing has you clenching your thighs to alleviate the ache you feel.

“That’s what I thought,” he muses as he watches you. You huff, folding your arms over your chest which causes the shirt to bunch up a little higher up your thighs. Mark’s eyes catch the way it shows off your legs, lust quickly replacing the bemusement in his eyes. Oh, you’ve got this man right where you want him. Trying not to show just how smug you’re feeling, you place your e-reader on the little side table as you sit up on your knees –which, given the fact that you’re in a hammock, is easier said than done.

“Maybe I should give Sebby a call. If all you’re gonna do is talk, I might as well have a little fun,” you taunt, shrugging a shoulder as you give him your most innocent look. You know you’re playing a dangerous game, bringing up his last teammate. Mark and Sebastian were competitive to a fault, and while you never even considered giving in to Sebastian’s advances on you, you know the fact they vied for your attention always brings out this possessive streak in your husband.

Mark drops the axe and saunters over to you.

“Is that so, sweetheart? What exactly do you think Seb can give you? Hm? Bees?”

“Among other things,” you quip, anticipation swirling low in your belly as he towers over you. One hand comes to rest on your chin, lifting your face up so he can look you in the eyes. His thumb drags on your bottom lip, making your eyes flutter closed, and for a brief moment you think he will make you suck on it. Your eyes snap open as soon as you hear his chuckle.

“You always talk such a big game, but as soon as there’s even a possibility of me giving what you want, you fold so quickly. What happened to using your words, darling?”

“‘S more fun this way,” you mumble, and you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Getting punished for being a brat is your idea of fun?” Mark asks, eyebrow raised. You shrug once more.

“You know how much I love it when you spank me,” you say as plainly as you can while you need to fight the urge to squeeze your thighs shut. One of Mark’s hands drags up your thigh and under the t-shirt. Biting your lip, you look at him waiting for the moment he will realise this t-shirt is the only thing you’re wearing.

“You are incorrigible.” “Mm, that’s a big word for you, baby.”

“It’s not the only thing that’s big, sweetheart,” Mark says with a grin that has your heart beat stuttering. His hands move to your ass and you have just enough awareness to wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts you up. In hindsight, it’s quite impressive how he manages to get in the hammock with you.

“Wha- what are you doing?” you ask as he moves you into his lap, both your knees bracketing his hips.

“Oh sweetheart, wasn’t this your plan all along? So desperate for my cock that she forgot all her manners,” he coos, pulling his shorts down just far enough to free himself.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper as he drags it along your slit, rubbing over your clit with each pass.

“Mm, thought so,” Mark muses, lifting you up slightly so he can align himself with your entrance. He slowly sinks you down onto him, and you can’t help but pant at the stretch when he bottoms out.

“Mmhmm, that’s right sweetheart. You just wanted to be full, didn’t you?”

“Uhu..” you whisper, unable to come up with any sort of comeback or sassy remark. Placing your hands on his pecs, you try to roll your hips to get some friction, but Mark halts your movements.

“Mark,” you whine, “please, need you..”

“Oh but you have me, sweetheart. Only good girls get fucked. Naughty girls will just have to make do with cockwarming.”

“So mean,” you pout, earning you a kiss.

“Make you a deal, read your book like the good little girl I know you can be, and maybe I’ll let you come.”

written as part of @footballffbarbiex's kink bingo challenge

Well. There you have it. My descend into madness has lead me down a semi-smutty path. Y'all have @norrisleclercf1 to blame for the existence of this fic

Please let me know what you think! Your comments, tags, and likes mean the world to me 💜

#f1 fanfic #mark webber smut #mark webber fanfic #mark webber x reader #mark webber x you #kink bingo challenge

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gentlyweeps-world · 2 months

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american day

summary: you surprise logan with a day for him

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! not american!reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff | rom-com | cheesy

notes: I’m so sorry if this is too cheesy or stupid, but I loved the idea 🫶

words: 1.1k

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You knew Logan had been feeling down, not himself and certainly not in a good mental place.

Spending thanksgiving and the Fourth of July racing.

You weren’t from America, but you certainly knew those were staples for him.

So of course being the amazing girlfriend you are, decided to throw him an “American Day” when there was a break in between race weekends.

You picked a day when Logan was busy with training, so you could prepare all of the food you wanted and decorate your apartment with the most American things you could find..

Sure, maybe it was a bit cheesy! But you loved him and he deserved it.

“Babe..what is this?” Logan asks, walking into the kitchen and spotting pumpkin pie, hamburgers and hotdogs. Honestly it was just all of the most American food you could find and make.

“It’s your American Day!” You say with a smile, turning to face him. “I thought I would surprise you with it!”

“You did all of this for me Y/n?” Logan’s eyes widen with surprise as he sees all the American themed food on the table.

“You really did all of this?”

Logan begins to walk around the food, taking it all in as the smell of various grilled and toasted food fills the air.

“You didn’t have to do this sweetie…” He says, his voice laced with both gratitude and slight guilt.

“Of course I did Log..” You say with a warm smile, “You’ve been stressed, and I know you haven’t been yourself lately, don’t lie..”

“I wanted to do something special for you” You add on.

“Thank you…” Logan says, giving you a sincere smile as his guilt starts to dissipate.

“You really did all of this for me,” he says again, this time in more disbelief than before.

“You’re the best…” Logan says, giving you a hug as his body calms down.

It hasn’t been the best for him in regards to F1, and being away from home definitely didn’t help things either.

So the fact that you did all of this to help him out definitely means the world to him.

“Okay, okay. How about we eat?” You say with a grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

So that’s what you two did, you questioned some of the odd choices, but let Logan enjoy it nonetheless.

“Okay no- that’s not good! How- how do you even enjoy that?” You ask, giving Logan a weird look as he sprays cheese whiz onto some crackers.

“That’s the beauty of it!” Logan responds with a smile, chewing on the crackers and cheese whiz combo.

“You haven’t really tried American food unless you’ve had cheese whiz on crackers.” He chuckles a little as he continues to eat his strange combination of a snack.

“From the few times I've been to America, that doesn’t seem like a common snack..” You say with a grin, taking a cracker and eating it.

“It’s not something that we eat every day, but it’s definitely something common that you can find at any gas station.” Logan chuckles as he continues to eat the cheese whiz crackers, his expression seemingly one of nostalgia.

“We’re a simple country, so simple foods like this are pretty common.”

You let out a chuckle at that, “Yeah you guys are definitely simple..” You say with a small snicker, reaching for an Oreo cookie.

“Don’t act like American-style snacks aren’t the best, because they totally are.” Logan responds with a smirk as he grabs an Oreo as well, taking a bite out of it.

“Okay I will say they are better than Australian snacks..” You say with a giggle. Remembering the time Oscar forced you and Logan to try tim tams and fairy bread.

“Australians have nothing on our snacks.” Logan says with a smirk, taking another bite out of a cookie.

“I’m so glad you didn’t make me any of that stuff, I can’t believe Oscar made us try those weird foods…who the hell puts sprinkles on a slice of white bread?” Logan adds on with a grimace.

“And who the hell eats cheese whiz” You say with a grin, smiling at Logan as you take a moment to look at him.

He looked happy, less tired than how he usually looks. You were glad he was feeling better.

“Fine, you got me there…” Logan says with a smile, rolling his eyes a bit as he takes another bite out of a cookie.

“But you can’t deny that it tastes good!” He chuckles but still has a slight look of embarrassment on his face.

Despite how simple the snack is, there’s something about it that takes him back to his childhood and that feeling of nostalgia is something that’s both comforting and heartwarming.

“Wait okay- so what’s like the most American thing you can think of..” You say with a giggle, fiddling with Logan’s fingers as you two cuddle in bed.

Logan and you had made good work of the food you made, he had loved it.

“Hmm…” He considers your question for a few seconds before answering.

“The most American thing I can think of…” He thinks about the various options and thinks of the first thing that comes to mind.

“Definitely a Fourth of July block party or something like that,” He says, his answer seeming pretty reasonable.

“You know, the ones where you get together with all your friends and have a bbq, play games, and just have a good time…”

“Yeah, kinda like that now that you mention it…” He says, thinking of the similarities between the two.

You nod your head at his words, getting a visual, “That sounds like fun..it’s kind of like a street party, then?” You ask, trying to make a connection.

Logan seems to be remembering a time in his youth, when he was at one of these parties and just having a good time.

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” You ask softly with a smile, cuddling closer into him, resting your head on his chest.

“Well, I was about eight or nine…”

Logan starts to tell you the story as he holds you close and rubs your back.

“It was a pretty traditional party where one of my dad’s friends was grilling burgers and hotdogs.”

“We had some games set up in the backyard, and there was music playing off of someone’s phone.”

“It was just a very nice day with a bunch of my childhood friends, just enjoying the time together…”

He lets out a chuckle before continuing, “And of course we had massive fireworks”

You let out a giggle at that, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Very American Log..” You say with a smile.

“Maybe we can go visit your family in time for a block party?” You suggest.

“Sure baby, that would be lovely.”

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youruser american day!

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logansargeant Osc you can’t talk

youruser he’s right, fairy bread is atrocious

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tonguepiercedanyway75 · 1 month

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Tourbus cuddles // Ross Macdonald x Reader

Summery: A tourbus is small and it’s even smaller when your boyfriend is a giant. You both manage though.

warnings: none just fluff

Masterlist

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It’s a shit weather today. You still haven’t reached Buffalo and in the next few hours you won’t. It’s a thunderstorm out there, and you hate anything in relation to thunder and lightning. It’s quite good you’re in the tourbus with your boyfriend and friends.

With a blanket draped over you and Ross’ lap, you’re in the third round of UNO with Adam, Polly, John and Gabbriette.

“Do you think we have to cancel the show?” John asks while throwing a 4+ into the round. “Asshole,” Gabby says with a laugh, picking up 4 cards.

“I don’t know, it’s a possibility though if the weather gets even worse.” You sigh at Polly’s answer because you absolutely hate worse. It’s bad right now, but if it gets even worse, you’re staying under the blanket forever.

“Fucking wanker!” Matty screamed at the switch on the table. George breaks out in laughter, “you suck at this game.” Everyone watches them with a smile on their faces. This is home. Those people are your home.

Ross squeezes your thigh and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek before he stands up to go to the toilet. He won the round anyway.

“Hey, plug in my phone will you?” John hands you his phone and his charger. You turn around to the socket and stick the charger in but it doesn’t load. “Is your charger broken?” You ask and try twisting the side of the charger.

“Power is fucking out.” Matty yells from the very front of the bus. This night couldn’t get any better. “This sucks,” John says, “let’s hope when I wake up we’re at the destination.” He gets up and drapes his hoodie over his shoulder. “Good night.” Everyone says their good nights to John and continue to chat about tour.

When Ross gets back from the toilet you take his hand and kiss his knuckles. “I think I’m gonna head to bed as well.” You say and rub your eyes. Ross smiles, nods and takes your face into his hands to kiss you. “Gonna see you in the morning?” He asks and wraps himself up in the blanket. He’s the cutest man ever.

“Yeah, I love you.” You say and wave at everyone. You have the bunk bed above Gabbriette. It’s small and cozy but sleeping in it was terrifying at first. You left the curtain open all the time because you thought you couldn’t breathe in this tiny space. But now you’re laying under 2 blankets with the curtains closed to drown out the noise.

One more look at your phone and you’re in deep sleep. Not so deep actually because you awake at 2:30. You rub your eyes and jump at the loud rumbling of the thunder. You open the curtains and listen further. There is no talking which means everyone is in their bed by now.

Another unpleasant feeling is the sting in your lower stomach. You’ve been on your period for 2 days now, the third day is usually not so bad, but this only occurs to when you’re home and when you sleep in bed with your boyfriend. You have no choice though, the space is as tiny as it gets.

You try hard to fall asleep again but you can’t. You slowly get up to go to the kitchen area to grab a glass of water. When you get back you see Gabbriette on her phone in her bed and Matty’s face in her lap.“You up?” She asks and puts her phone down.

You nod and take a sip of the tap water, “this thunder is scaring me shitless, I’m on my period and I have to sleep in a tiny bed.” She chuckles at your frustrated sound.

“And Ross isn’t with you,” Matty adds which makes you sigh. Gabby gives you a smile. Matty and her usually fall asleep in the same bed but it looks uncomfortable and one awakes with back pain every time.

You definitely can’t take any more pain with what’s going on but you’re willing to handle it if it means cuddling with Ross. “ ‘M sure he wouldn’t mind having a cuddle, he’s whipped for you.” It feels like Matty is reading your mind. You nod and set the glass down onto a small table.

“I’m gonna do that, have a good night guys,” you wink at Gabby and she rolls her eyes at your indication. You walk away from the two of them, towards Ross’ bed, their chatting getting quieter.

Usually Ross also has the upper bed but this tour George really wanted it and Ross didn’t mind switching. His curtain is open and he’s laying on his stomach, hiding his hands under his pillow. It’s better to reach him, with him sleeping on the lower bed.

You can’t slip in because he’s taking up all the space right now. You crouch down and slowly nudge his shirt. “Ross?” You quietly say, “baby,” you try again. This time he stirs and opens his eyes slowly.

He mumbles your name in the dark and then he sees your face, your facial expression being uncomfortable. “Love, what’s wrong?” He says and uplifts himself onto his elbows. He rubs your cheek with his thumb and waits for an answer.

“It’s nothing serious it’s just-“ you pause and let the lightning light up the space. You see Ross’ tired eyes, you feel bad for waking him up. “It’s stupid, I’m sorry for waking you.” He shakes his head and doesn’t let you get up.

“Tell me darling,” his voice barely above a whisper. He lets his hand go through his hair, sleeking it back. You admire his face, and you absolutely adore his beard which he currently scratches.

“I just really wanna sleep in your bed, but it’s tiny and I get it. You’re really tall and I shouldn’t have woken you for this and-“ he cuts you off by scootching closer to the wall side. He lifts his blanket and intertwines your hands.

“Come here,” he whispers. You smile and close your eyes for a second. Then you slip in, not to be spooned but to face him and to nuzzle your face into his chest.

He puts the blanket around you and rests his head on yours. He gives you a couple of kisses and Ross in this state is causing you to become less focused on sleep and more focused on the way his breath sounds so close to your ear. “Thank you,” you say and kiss his shoulder blade.

“Mmhhmm,” he humms from deep in his throat with closed lips. You didn’t think you’d fit and you barely do with your side touching the bar, but you’re here now and that’s what matters.

There is basically no space between the two of you, but you manage to bring your hand up to Ross’ face and cup his jaw. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. Ross doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

“Thought you were tired,” he says after pulling away from you, you both smile at each other and then you hide your face in his chest again. “I am,” you mumble.

“Sleep then, we have to get up early.” It should be about 3 now. You’re gonna be tired either way in the morning but it’s not a worry. You ignore his demand and keep on talking.

“I don’t like the weather, how is anyone supposed to sleep with noise like that.” You huff and roll your eyes. Ross snorts at you and rubs your back soothingly.

“Oh so you’re scared, ‘s why you came.” He partly speaks the truth but he doesn’t have to know it. You shake your head, “not scared, just uncomfortable.”

“Alright then,” he totally doesn’t believe you and you know it because you feel the smile on his face. “You good to sleep then?” Ross is on the verge of falling asleep again and you don’t want to keep him up any longer.

“Yes, thank you again baby. I love you so much.” Ross sleepily kisses you again. “I love you so much more,” he swoops his arm around your side and pulls you as close as he can, your bodies not having a centimeter between them.

Both of you close your eyes and another thunder causes you to jump a bit. Ross chuckles and shakes his head against you. “Don’t worry love,” his mouth comes closer down to your ear, “I’ll protect you.”

#ross macdonald #ross macdonald fluff #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #Ross Macdonald one shot #ross macdonald x you

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cyberels · 6 months

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IT WILL COME BACK

PLEASE GOD LISTEN TO IT WILL COME BACK BY HOZIER IT MAKES THE FIC BETTER GOD BLESS

(my requests are on btw plsss send fic ideas pleaseee)

PART TWO HERE CUZ MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD IT my bad

summary: ellie hates one night stands, while you couldn’t care less. she barely manages to catch your name before you’re pulled away from her. she makes it her goal to find you again.

warnings: NSFW, MDNI!!!, drinking, language

(i am a whore for subby!ellie so that’s all i wrote in this fic, it’s all e!receiving)

wc: 2.4k

a/n: okay i so lied about the other fic it’s not done yet so take this one instead lol it’s my first time writing smut in years so… please be patient if it’s not good i will improve eventually 🙏 (i didn’t proofread this, sorry if it sucks LOL)

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divider credit to benkeibear :)

The music's overwhelming, and you're certain your hearing's screwed, if it wasn’t already. The lights flash, illuminating the room and all the people in it. You'd been told this was just a small get together, so why are there so many people here? who goes all out for a fucking get together?

you stick to the corner of the room, sipping your drink occasionally while you pretend to scroll through your phone to look casual. originally, your plan was to stay home and study for finals, but you agreed to go because your friend had promised she'd be with you the whole time.

“come onnnnn, don’t be lame. just fuck someone and have a good time, you’ve been studying for like yearsssss.” your friend pleaded. somehow she was already drunk.

“i’m not really in the mood for a hookup—“

“liar, your ass was swiping through tinder not even 30 minutes ago.” she grins at you, “look, let’s just go to the party, yeah? have a good time and shit, get fucked up… maybe get fucked, you feel me?”

“you’re stupid and i hate you.”

“you love me.”

…unfortunately for you, your friend's plan to stick with you only lasted about 15 minutes before she saw her old fling and disappeared up the stairs with them, so you're on your own now. great.

screw it. might as well have some fun, too. you push yourself off the wall, discarding your empty cup on some random shelf, and immediately going to grab another drink to replace it. you look around, maybe a hookup wouldn’t be so bad?

you never believed in divine timing, but you lock eyes with a girl that’s sitting on the couch across from you right when you decide to find someone to fuck. you can’t bring yourself to look away; you’re too dumbfounded that there’s a girl here that’s literally the human embodiment of your type.

the girl smiles back at you, also not breaking eye contact. she beckoned for you to sit down on the couch next to her.

ellie was never the type for one night stands, if she was gonna fuck someone, she’d want them back for more later. but there was just something about the way your outfit hugged your body that made her not care at the moment.

ellies previous situationship had gotten a girlfriend without warning, so needless to say she was in the market for someone else to take her spot. when she saw you and the way you were looking at her like she was the only girl at this stupid party, she figured you were just as desperate for sex as she was right now.

you carry your shot of don julio back as you flop onto the seat across from the girl. you quickly take the shot, being unable to stop the cringe on your face as the alcohol burns your throat. real smooth, she’s definitely gonna wanna fuck you now—

“can’t handle your tequila?” she teased, leaning closer to you so she was able to be heard over the music.

“shut up, i can’t help that it tastes like fucking nail polish remover.”

ellie laughs at your response, and you swear you’ve never heard something so fucking cute before in your life. you try to play it cool, but the way she’s looking at you is making you practically drool. you tense as you unintentionally conjure up a mental image of her hands up your shirt, her lips on your skin, her fingers in your—

“at least it gets the job done.”

you blink a few times, her voice ripping you from your fantasy, “yeah, it does. ‘specially don julio, that shits like a hundred bucks a bottle.”

“and it’s worth every fucking penny, dude.”

you hadn’t expected to be fantasizing about some random girl fucking you, but… here you were. maybe it’s the tequila, or the few drinks you had beforehand, but you decided you absolutely needed this girl despite only speaking two goddamn sentences to her.

your eyes fall to the hallway, moving towards an empty bedroom door, and then back to the girl. you never were a fan of small talk, anyways.

ellie’s breath catches when she follows your gaze to the bedroom. she had been hoping for a distraction from the party, and she was just as eager for you as you were for her.

“wanna go talk in there?” you smiled, nodding towards the room. “it’s quieter.”

the girl grins back, not bothering to answer, just getting up and grabbing your hand, leading you into the bedroom.

usually you’d try to learn her name first, or at least learn more about her, but not tonight, not with her. you needed her as quickly as possible.

you barely let her lock the door before you push her roughly onto the bed, a mischievous smile spreading across your face as you move your body to straddle hers. “you sure you wanna do this?”

“yeah, i’m sure.”

“perfect. gonna be good and let me take control?”

ellie's eyes widened. she’s not normally the submissive type, but… tonight was a different game, and you were hot, so she simply nodded in response as you moved to press kisses into her neck.

you shake your head, pulling away from her for a moment, “nuh uh, not a good enough answer. use your words.”

“mmh— i’ll be good, i’ll let you take care of me.” ellie chokes out, heat pooling between her legs already, and all she wants is to grab your hand and shove it down her pants.

“perfect, good girl.” you coo, rolling your hips and dragging your crotch over hers, your jeans colliding with her sweatpants. your movements are slow and deliberate, you know exactly what you’re doing.

you brush your lips over hers, but you don’t kiss her, instead you move to the side of her face, leaving a trail of kisses across her jawline.

ellie whimpers, “teasin’ me.”

you laugh in response, “maybe i am, pretty girl. you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it before i give you more.”

the noises she made in response go directly to your clit, and if you weren’t having so much fun teasing the girl, you’d be touching yourself right about now.

the other girl grabbed the hem of your shirt, forcing your lips against hers. you moan into the kiss, tangling your hands in her hair and pulling slightly.

ellies so enamored that she doesn’t even realize your knee slipped between her thighs, and she instinctively pulls away as you press your knee further into her, “fuck, ah— s’good, baby.”

you grin, moving your knee up and down slowly, “you like that?”

“yeah, i fucking— shit, baby, fuck—“

you barely give ellie the opportunity to speak before you replace your knee with your hand.

you trail your kisses down to the hem of her pants, smiling up at her, “this alright?”

“fuck yeah it is.”

you giggle, continuing to move your hand slowly against the other girls clothed slit as you place more kisses onto her thigh.

after a moment, you pull back and tug on her pants, “need these off of you.”

you know you sound desperate, but you don’t care.

ellies cunt aches at the absence of your touch, so she quickly obliges, leaving just her boxers on, “take yours off too, babe, please. wanna see you.”

you want to deny her and play your game a little longer, but there's something about the way she’s looking at you, eyes watery and half-lidded, that makes it impossible to say no, “only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

soon enough, both of you were left in just your underwear and bra, and you thank god you wore a cute set tonight. the only regret you have is not bringing your strap, because god do you want to get this girl pregnant.

“so fucking hot.” you say, moving back so you could see her whole body. you move your hand to trace along her tattoo, and you smile at her, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

ellie whimpers again, and she moves your hand back to her throbbing clit, “more.”

“m’not done admiring you.” you say, “you can wait a little while longer.”

you lean closer to her again, pushing her bra back slightly and sucking on the skin, leaving small red marks across her chest.

at this point, ellie is certain she cannot wait any longer, her legs squeezing together to try and get some friction. “mmh, can’t wait baby, need you now. please— fuck, oh my god— please, baby.”

you push her legs back open, giggling, “you’re so cute when you’re needy. stop moving, m’gonna take care of you eventually.”

your move so your head is in between the other girls thighs, and you place gentle kisses on the girls legs, leaving more red marks every now and again.

“fuck, please touch me, you’re killing me— you can’t do this to me. fuck.”

you grin, you hand hovering over the girls crotch now, just barely touching her, “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? you don’t even know my name and you’re still begging me for more.”

ellie presses your hand down further into herself, she’s getting tired of waiting, “god, babe— please, i need it. please baby, i’m bein’ good, please.”

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, “so fucking hot when you beg.”

your hand moves to her clit, and you rub small circles into her. you’re moving painfully slow, but you can’t let her win just yet, you like hearing her whimper. “so wet already, pretty girl. you’re turning into my bitch, huh?”

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t wet too, and the sounds of ellies moans aren’t helping your case, but ellie doesn’t need to know that right now.

ellie goes to say something in response, but you don’t give her the chance, you speed up your movements, and she whines pathetically into the pillow she has pressed up against her face.

“not— not fair.” she whimpers, “fuck, faster— m’ gonna—“

“not yet.” you say, stopping what you were doing and tugging off her boxers. you’re certain you know the answer, but you ask again, “this alright?”

“mhm.” ellie replies, biting her lip, she can’t bring herself to say anything more. she wants this so bad.

you discard her boxers on the floor, and then bring your head in between her thighs again, “want you to cum in my mouth.”

ellie nods eagerly, and once again moves to press your face into her cunt. she forgets she’s in public for a second, unable to hold back her moans. she’s lucky the music's loud, because god she felt like she was going crazy with how good it felt.

you lick a stripe into her already sopping wet slit, and after a minute, you get to work. the second you stop teasing her, it only takes a few seconds for her to cum all over your face.

the noises she makes as she finishes make it hard for you to focus on anything else, your own clit begging for her touch, but before you do anything else, there’s a bang on the door.

you can’t hear exactly what the person outside is saying, but you’re able to hear one word, cops.

well, fuck, at least the other girl got to finish. you’d definitely be taking care of yourself once you got home.

“shit, i’m sorry.“ the girl starts, grabbing your clothes and throwing them towards you before putting hers on, “usually i wouldn’t just—“

“it’s fine.” you insist, “i’m just glad i got to make you feel good.”

ellie could die, right there on the spot. you look so fucking hot, and right now she was yearning to return the favor and make you feel good, too. “what’s your name?”

you smile and tell her, and then start to ask for hers, but you’re interrupted by the banging starting again. you grab her hand once you both are clothed, and run out of the house.

it didn’t take long before your friend spotted you, pulling you away from the girl and into the uber she called.

“dude, who the fuck would call the cops? it wasn’t that loud of a party— uh, dude, your shirts on backwards.”

“my wh—“ you look down, and sure enough, it is on backwards. that's…. embarrassing. “oh, well, um—“

“—no way! you— with who?! i thought you said you weren’t in the mood for that? you’re such a liar!”

“i don’t know her name.” you admit, brushing your hands through your hair, “wish i did. the cops got called before i could… y’know.”

you didn’t want to say anything further, deciding to spare the poor uber driver of knowing the details of your sex life.

“maybe you’ll find her again, it’s not that big of a town.”

“maybe. but it’s no big deal if i don’t. i don’t normally keep track of my hookups.”

“yeah, but usually you get to finish, too.” she counters.

“it’s whatever, i don’t mind.” you shrugged, and it was the truth. you had toys at home that would satisfy you enough, you’d just use them.

and that’s exactly what you did when you got home.

you turned on the shower and cleaned yourself up when you were done. usually your hookups don’t stick with you like this, but this girl was just so damn hot, and the way she begged— god. you figure you should probably think of something else, because you’re gonna make a mess of yourself again if you keep going like this.

when you hopped into bed, you still couldn’t get the image of her out of your head. this… wasn’t normal for you.

you even fucking dreamt of her that night, and you cursed at yourself once you woke up, because now you were aching for her touch once more.

stupid, you think, i’m so stupid. can’t get attached, don’t even know her name.

luckily enough for you, you don’t have to worry about that much longer. when you open your phone, there’s a dm waiting for you.

…how the fuck?

#max writes ☆#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams #the last of us #wlw smut #wlw #tlou #Spotify

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Drawn Together 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, obsession, intimidation, and other dark elements.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You admire the tattoo through the plastic film. It’s so vibrant and red. The outline is beautiful and precise. You worried it would be less than with all your fidgeting but the hours of sitting paid off wonderfully.

You set your feet flat as Sam tosses his gloves and gathers up his tools. You fix the flat pleats of your straight cut skirt and smooth your white blouse. Plain and simple and neat. Just how everything in your life is. Well, except your tattoo.

You’re almost giddy. You feel so… edgy. You know you’re not but you’re going to enjoy the idea.

Your excitement is short lived as a heat settles over you. Like a shell you can’t see. You latch onto your wrist, holding your arms in front of you meekly as you peek across the shop. That man, Steve, he’s watching you again. You’re not sure he ever stopped as you kept your eyes on your round-toed flats for most of the time.

He smiles. The expression deepens the lines in his face and adds definition to his bearded jaw. His blue eyes sparkle deviously as you shy away. That’s the kind of boy, well, man, your mother would warn you about. Fifteen years ago and today.

You follow Sam to the counter and stir out your wallet from your black purse. You count out the rest of the fee in cash and hand it over. He explains the after care as he checks your count.

“Once you see blood under that film, you should take it off. Don’t keep it on longer than six hours. Don’t wrap it after and try to wear light clothing.”

“First ink?” The man interrupts, causing you to visibly flinch. Sam looks over your head and you hesitate to answer.

“Um, yes,” you turn your head only slightly and raise your voice so he can hear over the buzz.

“Can’t see it from here. What is it?”

“Steve, mind your business,” Sam retorts as he closes the till, “sorry about that. He’s always been too nosy for his own good.”

“You don’t gotta apologise for me,” Steve calls back, “I’m curious, is all. Sweetheart, if I disturbed you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you bend your ankle nervously and try to muster a smile at Sam, “thanks, I really like it. I love it. The colour is so good.”

“Appreciate it. As long as you're happy, I’m happy,” he grins, “here, take this.” He takes out a small booklet, “it’s everything you need to know about aftercare. Keep it clean, don’t touch it.”

“Oh, great,” you accept it, “that’s wonderful.” You tuck it into your purse, “thanks again. I’ll, er, I’ll go.”

“Have a good day,” Sam responds smoothly, a much needs balance for your awkwardness.

You turn and head for the door. You hear a low growl and peer back as you push through. Nat lifts her gun and punches Steve’s arm as he leans to keep an eye on you.

“Would you sit fucking still?” She hisses as he snickers in amusement.

You escape his gaze and the shop swiftly. That went a lot better than you thought. You only wish he hadn’t been there. Watching. A scary man like him, tattoos and all.

Well, you’ll never have another reason to go back to the shop or see that man. You had your dose of rebellion.

🎹

You resist the urge to scratch your ankle. You have discipline. An overbearing degree of discipline. Hammered so deep that you’re left hewn in rigid stone.

The rules. You’ve always been good at following those. It’s the one talent you have.

Aside from the piano.

You set up for the day, your ritual the same as every other. You change the water in the vase and place the long stems inside. The lilies are starting to wilt but they look good enough. You put them on the window sill, a soft breeze flowing in and fluttering the curtains.

You quickly brush a feather duster around the apartment, searching for any spec of dust. You’re gentle at the piano, the old boxy instrument is finely tuned despite its worn varnish. The bench is in a better state as you recently had it reupholstered.

You kick the corner of the carpet down as it folded over with an errant step and you pause to check out the tattoo. It’s so cool. Or cool to you. It’s probably lame to everyone else.

You imagine the rolling eyes and low whispers. Not really the tattoo type…

The boring type. That’s what you are. You live in your corner of the world and you keep to it. You don’t impinge, you don’t intrude, you are a very mindful person. Of others as much as yourself.

You fold the dusters and hang it in the closet from the hook on the inside of the door. You shut it, the hinges squeaking slightly. The walkup was inherited along with the piano. Both belonged to your grandfather. The same man who taught you how to play.

You breathe out as you run your fingertips along the belt of your dress. Some would say it’s out of style, you say it’s vintage. Nothing too flashy. Forest green with cap sleeves.

It’s always a bit nerve wracking to take on a new student. Amanda moved away and so the vacancy needs to be filled. You keep to a particular capacity. Both to maintain your sanity and your finances. Too many and you won’t be an effective teacher, too few and you won’t be able to afford the keys to practice.

It’s not too difficult. Usually their parents walk them in, talk a little bit, and go. Some of them stay after a few lessons to hear their children’s progress. You offer them tea if they do and some shortbread cookies; your grandmother’s secret recipe.

You pace as you check your watch, a slender golden chain attached to an oval face. You tap the glass with your fingernail and sigh. Two minutes.

You twirl and repeat your steps across the rug, just across the top of the stairs. You pull down your lip anxiously but correct the impatient habit quickly. Don’t fidget so much. Stop picking at yourself. Your mother’s voice lives in your head.

You circle around and straighten the framed embroidery above the antique side table. You lean back on your heel and consider it. Still a bit off. You work at getting it perfect, your obsession pierced by the doorbell.

You recoil and go to the top of the stairs. You look down and see a silhouette on the other side of the half-moon pane set into the thick walnut door. You glide your hand down the banister as you descend and steady yourself at the bottom.

You set your shoulders and smile. You’ve done this so many times before. Why are you so unsure? When have you ever been sure? Oh gosh, what if they see your tattoo? What if they think you’re trouble?

You grasp the curled handle and twist it. You pull the door open and your cheek twitches in surprise as you face the unexpectedly familiar face. You blink long and hard. You don’t believe it. It can’t be him. You must be dreaming. That must be why this whole day has felt so surreal.

“Hi,” Steve’s deep tone washes over you like a tide.

“Um, hello,” you look to the right, then the left, then at him. He’s alone. It’s just him. Why is he here?

You can’t be mistaken. You see the tattoos peeking out at the ends of his jacket sleeves along his knuckles. His newest addition shows through the white fabric of his plain cotton tee. It’s definitely the same man. How could you forget those eyes?

“I’m here for piano lessons? This is the right unit, right?”

“Piano? I– yeah, I teach but, er…” you reach to rub your neck and his gaze follows the gesture before returning to your face. He watches you intently, just like at the shop. “I usually teach–”

“Beginners,” he smirks, “yeah, I know I’m a bit old but I always wanted to learn.”

“Well, of course, um, anyone can learn but I…” you try not to show your confusion.

It’s not his age. You’ve taught adults before. No, it’s that he’s even there. This can’t be a coincidence, can it? Or maybe he doesn’t even remember you.

“So, you healing up?”

“What?”

“The tattoo.”

“Oh, uh,” you look down at your feet, “sure. It’s… alright.”

“I’m dying to scratch mine,” he chuckles, “which is why I need something to keep my hands busy.”

“Yes, I mean, okay,” you grip the door tightly.

“All cards on the table, I heard you in the shop say you taught piano,” he confesses, “I looked you up. I’m sorry. I hope that’s not weird.”

You let out a long breath. It is weird but he is being honest. He doesn’t seem like he’s up to anything. And anyone can get a tattoo, even you. So maybe he isn’t too bad. And maybe you need the cheque.

“You’re late,” you say, “usually I ask my students to be ten minutes early.”

“Got it,” he nods, “promise, it won’t happen again.”

“Put your shoes on the mat,” you back up and open the door, “since we’re already behind, I won’t have time for the tea.”

“Maybe next time,” he breaks the threshold as he peers around at the entryway, “nice place.”

“It is,” you say, “the piano is upstairs.”

You spin on your heel and scurry up the steps. You cling to the railing to keep yourself on your feet. Now that he’s inside, you’re even less sure about this.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #au #drawn together #tattoo au #marvel #mcu #captain america #natasha romanov #sam wilson

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pizzaqueen · 1 year

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More pre-slash fluff, this time with accidental cuddling / rated G probably / 530 words

Steve is in that strange place between sleep and awake, where the world doesn’t really exist. All he knows is comfortable and warm; he chases the warmth, rolling onto his side and slipping his arm around the source of it.

Moments later, a deep voice says, “Steve?” the solid warmth under Steve’s arm stirring.

The world comes back into existence, and Steve wakes to his face buried in long, soft, dark hair. It’s tickling his nose, and he’s pretty sure he has some in his mouth. “Pttht.” He pulls back and finally remembers where he is.

Eddie shifts and says, “Are you—”

“Shit, sorry, man.” Steve slips his arm from around Eddie’s waist. “Guess I thought you were someone else.” He starts to roll over, but Eddie turns to face him, stopping him halfway.

“It’s fine.” Eddie’s hand skates over Steve’s chest to rest on his shoulder, fingers curling into him. “I don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

Eddie doesn’t move, and Steve doesn’t either, still half asleep and not sure what’s going on, and then Eddie says, “So…”

“What?”

“You wanna…” In the dark, Steve can just make out Eddie raising his brows as he tugs on Steve’s shoulder. Like he’s trying to pull him back toward him.

Steve blinks. “Are you asking me to cuddle?”

“I guess I am.”

“Why?”

Eddie lifts one shoulder. “You obviously needed it.”

“I don’t know…” It’s tempting, but— “It’s kinda weird.”

“I’m good with weird.” Eddie’s hand slips from Steve’s shoulder, and he rolls over again. “But it’s up to you,” he adds on a jaw cracking yawn.

Steve stares at Eddie’s back for a moment, and then he slowly rolls over. He reaches out, stopping short of touching, and says, “You won’t tell anyone?”

Eddie looks back over his shoulder and simply says, “No.”

“Okay.” Steve presses his lips together ,and then he slips his arm around Eddie’s waist again. He’s not as close as he was before, when he was half asleep, but he can still feel the warmth of Eddie and Eddie’s hair tickling his face. And then Eddie shifts back, wiggling until he’s pressed against Steve from shoulder to hip, their legs tangled.

And Eddie was right: Steve did—does—need this. It’s comforting, makes him feel safe and grounded, the warmth and pressure against his chest, the gentle thrum of another’s heartbeat under his palm. It’s been so long since he’s had this, and he didn’t realize how much he’d missed it. That it’s Eddie definitely doesn’t hurt.

“That’s…” Steve swallows. “Uh, yeah.”

Eddie huffs. “Yeah.” He shifts his head, and his hair gets in Steve’s face again.

“Hey, can you…” Steve gathers Eddie’s hair, starts to push it out of the way.

“Sure.” Eddie lifts his head, sweeping his hair under his neck. “Better?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighs. “Well… Good night.”

Eddie hums, voice slurring when he says, “G’night,” breathing evening out, his heartbeat steady beneath Steve’s palm.

It’s not long before Steve slips back into the strange place between asleep and awake before slipping further into a deep, peaceful sleep. And he stays there, safe and warm, with Eddie safe and warm in his embrace, long into the morning.

#steddie #Steddie fic #Steve x eddie #Steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #here’s one I prepared earlier!#but was too anxious to post 🙈#but I’m trying to be brave again lol #pizzaqueenfic

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luciathcv · 4 months

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hi love i absolutely adore to your writing <3 could you please write something about jungkook introducing you to the rest of the guys for the first time? 🤍

this is y/n - jjk

summary: your bf introduces you to his best friends, the members of bts || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: n/a || a/n: thank you so much for sending in an ask! i really love responding to them! i hope you like how i write this! pls send more :)

Jungkook pulled into a parking spot in the parking garage of his member, Namjoon’s apartment. He and his members were having a get together and he decided that this would be a good opportunity for them to finally meet you. You were happy that he finally was introducing you to them and were even excited but at the same time, you couldn’t help but be extremely anxious. You wanted to make a good impression on them, especially since your boyfriend was so close to all of them.

You didn’t even realize it but you were completely lost in thought, zoned out, worrying about how the encounter would go. You’re broken out of you’re daze when Jungkook puts his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing it as he calls your name for the nth time, this was just the first time you’d finally heard it. You look over at your boyfriend, giving him a smile.

“You okay, baby?” Jungkook asks, his hand remaining on your thigh as he rubs it comfortingly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just… nervous.” I admit.

“That’s normal. It’ll be fine though. I promise.” Jungkook tells you.

“I know..” You say, giving him a small smile.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time.” Your boyfriend reminds you and you just give him a small nod. After a few moments of silence, Jungkook breaks it, “You ready to go up?” He asks. I give another nod in response as I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of the car, the two of us heading up.

Once you guys got up to the floor in which Namjoon’s apartment was on, Jungkook took your hand in his. He walked you guys to the front door and rang the doorbell. There was a buzzing sound, which meant Namjoon had unlocked the door for you both and so Jungkook turned the knob, opening the door. He walked inside first and you followed behind. The both of you took your shoes off and Jungkook’s hand remained holding onto yours. He gave you a reaffirming kiss before the two of you walked down the hall to where everyone was.

Everyone looked over at the both of you and they all got up, ready to greet you. You said hello to everyone one-by-one, introducing yourself. Namjoon told Jungkook to get the both of you some drinks from the kitchen so that’s what he did. Jungkook asked if you wanted to come with him but you declined. You sat on the couch as you waited for Jungkook to come back when Namjoon came over to you once again, sitting next to you. He could tell you were feeling anxious so he wanted to try and make you feel more comfortable.

“You know, Jungkook has told us so much about you.” Namjoon tells you.

“Really?” I ask, not being able to help the small smile that was forming on my lips.

“Yeah.” Namjoon responds. “All good things, don’t worry.” He then adds and you giggle a little in response.

Suddenly, Jungkook plops down on the couch next to you, handing you a glass with a drink in it. You give him a small thank you as you sip the drink. Namjoon just smiles before he gets up and goes to the boys, leaving Jungkook and you alone.

After two-ish hours, you and Jungkook said your goodbyes and left. When you got in the car, Jungkook looked over at you, “What’d you think, baby?” He asks.

“They were all really nice.” You tell him and it was the truth. The whole time you were there, they were all very nice to you, treating you as if they’ve known you for years.

“Yeah? Well.. they definitely liked you a lot.” Jungkook tells you.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You playfully roll your eyes as you look away.

Jungkook takes your hand in his, “I’m serious.” He laughs a little, causing you to laugh. After the both of you stopped laughing, Jungkook spoke, “Want to watch a movie when we get home?” He asks.

You look over at him, looking into his eyes, “Okay.” You nod, giving him a smile. Jungkook leans in and pecks your lips before he finally puts the car in drive and pulls out of the parking spot, driving you both back home.

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cupidsdolll · 6 months

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baking

“No Harry, that’s too much!” You swat at him playfully with your towel before taking the cinnamon container from him.

“Nonsense, there’s never a thing as too many cinnamon.” He says with a smile on his face. True enough, it was your idea to try to bake something sweet and decorate it since the fall weather is slowly approaching. You can’t help it, you love anything and everything to do with autumn. You love the chill in the air, the crunch of the leaves under your shoes, and the coziness overall of everything in the world.

You had wanted to start getting into the season, and what better way to do that than to bake some pumpkin snickerdoodles? Mistakenly, you allowed Harry to be the one to handle the pouring of ingredients while you handled getting all of the pans and cut-out utensils prepped.

You’ve watched him move around somewhat organized in the kitchen as he cooked for you, but when it’s the two of you? No chance of anything other than procrastination happens in the small kitchen. There’s flour littered on your clothes and in your face, all Harry’s doing when he insisted on wiping ‘something’ off your face.

He’s done nothing but try to distract you by pulling you into him (hence the flour on your clothes) or asking you questions you know that he knows the answer to.

“It’s not my fault you wanna be stingy with it. I’m telling you it’s gonna be fine.” He says as he mixes the batter and you can only sigh in response. There’s no use in trying to argue if it’s already been done, this is supposed to be an enjoyable activity for the both of you. You’d hate to ruin it with petty arguments.

“Fine, fine. Just finish mixing so I can put them in the oven.” You say, faux annoyance laced in your voice paired well with a fond roll of your eyes, something he’s gotten quite frequently.

He huffs out an aye aye captain, before going back to mixing, the veins in his arms becoming just slightly more prominent as he mixes and adds more speed. It only takes a bit longer before he’s bringing the bowl over to you, allowing you to pour the cookie mix onto the oiled pan. You slide the pan into the already pre-heated oven and shut the door, turning around to see Harry already staring at you, a fond smile on his lips.

“What?” You ask, feeling bashful under his gaze.

“Nothing really, just thinking. You’d be a cute little housewife one day.” He says and the laugh that comes out of your mouth is nothing short of loud and definitely should be coming out of your mouth.

“In your dreams, Harry.” The idea isn’t anything too terrible to think about, and you’re sure that if you dwell on it for too long you might actually consider it. You might be open to the idea of being his wife and tending to the house.

Once the cookies have been pulled out and cooked off, you almost bite into the cookie before Harry spits his bite out and disgust is written on his face.

“What’s wrong, chef? Too much cinnamon?”

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nattinatalia · 9 months

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Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister : DATE NIGHTS GO CRAZY

A/N : ⚠️ SMUT AHEAD 18+ ONLY PLEASE

It was the weekend, which meant your boyfriend had downtime and didn’t have to be around your brother. Urban planned a workout with Copelan but right after that you had a plan for date night.

Urban and Copelan have been working out for almost two hours. At first, you were down at the garage with them, admiring both of them and their muscles, but you soon got bored and decided to head back inside the house and order food.

After two more long hours, Urban finally joined you in the living room, jumping on the couch beside you. “Whatcha doing?”

“Babe, I know I love you filthy but my couches don’t.” You joke, but not really.

“You want me to go shower?” He asks you, smirking, you can’t help but notice the sweat dripping down his chest and towards his nipple due to him being shirtless.

“N-no not really.” You look around “Where’s Copey?”

“He’s just taking a quick shower before he leaves” He gets up and heads to the kitchen.

You grab your phone and scroll through Instagram, skipping some stories but immediately stop when you come across one, or someone in particular.

You can’t help but stare at the picture, it’s something about him that you couldn’t stop looking at and admiring. To be honest, you’ve always had a mini crush on him growing up. But that obviously changed, since you’re dating his best friend.

“Yo, I’m heading out.” Cope says, walking into the living room. Beads of water still on his head from the shower and the smell of his after shave filling the room.

“Wait, don’t leave.” You jump at Urban’s voice, not even noticing he was back sitting next to you.

Urban quickly follows Copelan towards the door, making sure you were out of ear shot.

“Dude, I thought you were having date night? that’s why I’m leaving.”

Urban smirks, “I have a better idea.”

Copelan is confused, “What?”

You can’t help but watch the both of them, trying to read their lips on what they are saying but coming up short. “What are you girls whispering about?”

They both look at you and smirk, which gets you annoyed. “Whatever then, I’m going upstairs.”

As soon as you’re halfway up the stairs you hear footsteps behind you so you quickly turn around and notice both Urban and Cope following you into the bedroom.

“No seriously, what’s going on?”

“Get on the bed baby.” He winks.

“Urb.” You warn. Looking over at Cope confused.

“Don’t be scared, but do you remember when you told me you had a crush on Cope?” Urban asks you.

“I was drunk,” you sighed.

“Ouch.”

You shake your head “No, Copey, not like that.”

Cope smirks so you turn your attention to your boyfriend, he’s smirking also, “I was thinking, well we were thinking of maybe having some fun?”

Cope shrugs “Only if you’re okay with it.”

Your heart starts beating fast, you can literally feel it against your chest. “W-what kind of fun?”

“With us?”

“A-are you serious?” You look at both of them waiting for an answer. “Urb?”

He nods “Like he said, only if you’re okay and comfortable with it. We promise to take care of you.”

“And stop when you’ve had enough.” Cope adds.

You gulp, growing nervous but excited. “This stays between us?”

Urb nods “Definitely.”

Cope smiles sweetly at you, “I promise, plus I don’t want Sunni to feel left out.” You all three share a chuckle since you know exactly what he meant with that.

You nod, “okay, yes I’m down.”

Cope stood at the foot of the bed, mesmerized by your body. He’d never admit it out loud but he had been fantasizing about this for a while too.

“C’mere” you motioned for him to follow you onto the bed.

He quickly took his tank off, throwing it to the side and crawling toward you.

He straddled you, his muscular thighs on the side of your body. He kissed you and began taking your clothes off. His warm hand tugged on the waistband of your pants. The way he was kissing you was making the pit in your stomach grow warmer.

Once all of your clothes were off, you looked over Cope’s shoulder making sure Urban was still in the room.

“Are you sure about this?” Cope whispered, making sure you didn’t change your mind.

“Oh I’m sure” you pulled him back in for another kiss before he moved down to your neck, making sure he kept his hand on your right nipple.

“Cope- Cope. My nipples are sensitive” you whined and instead of stopping he turned his full attention to them.

He began to nibble and suck on the skin, pushing your nipple into his mouth as his fingers trailed down your thigh.

“Not yet. Switch.” You gasped pulling back from him.

You traded positions with Copelan, pulling his boxers down and practically salivating as his dick sprung free.

You started giving him head as he bucked into your throat. His dick twitched in your mouth, as his tattooed hands made their way to your hair. Your quickened pace made him lose control.

“I- I’m going to” he gasped.

You pulled a condom out of the side drawer, handing it to Cope who immediately slipped it on.

“Do we need a safe word?” Cope whispered.

“You might” you smirked, earning a soft chuckle from Urban who remained in the room to make sure everything went smoothly.

“Edge of the bed” you pointed as Cope did as you asked.

You climbed into his lap, making eye contact immediately. As you slowly let him stretch you out. You placed his hands on your ass as you quickened your pace.

“Holy fu-“

“Shush. Don’t talk.” You put a finger up to his lips. “Let’s see how long you can keep quiet.”

You quickened the pace and watched as he went in and out of you. The sounds of him grunting and whimpering in your ear told you he wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck y/n. Holy fuck” he moaned.

Copelan stood up, laying you down on the bed and holding both of your legs up as he entered you again, he used his thumb to rub your clit as his hip bones hit the back of your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum-” you cried out.

“Cum for me. Let go. “ he rasped and his voice was all you needed to let go. Cope could feel the walls around him tighten only causing him to orgasm himself.

You could feel his pace getting sloppy and you tightened around him even more causing him to babble.

“Holy fuck- you’re so tight and-“ he took a deep breath before you felt him twitch inside you. You pressed a kiss to his neck and lips before he pulled out of you.

He laid beside you on the bed as you both caught your breath.

“That was better than I imagined” he hummed.

“Alright Cope, time to go.” Urban stands up, slapping his friend's leg.

“Same time next week or?” Cope smirked.

“You wish,” Urban laughed.

Cope rolled over giving you one more kiss before smirking and getting dressed. Urban started to undress immediately.

“Wait- Cope!”

“Yeah?” He turns and smiles.

“Between us?”

“Yeah, I don’t want either one of your brothers to kill me so this date night is definitely dying with me” he chuckled before leaving.

You stood up, noting it was probably a good idea to go pee before anything else happened.

“I have a better idea” Urban smirked, throwing his hair up and pointing to the shower.

You quickly turned on the shower, letting the water get luke warm before stepping in, Urban following you in the walk-in shower.

“I appreciate you not making the water devil hot this time” he chuckled and before you could respond he was kissing you immediately.

“Baby, you promise what just happened-“

“It’s fine. It was my idea and besides he didn’t make you scream the way I do” he chuckled as he sucked on your neck.

“I’m not screaming yet” you challenged, which was exactly the push he needed.

Urban sat you down on the tiled bench inside of the shower, putting your legs on his shoulders as he pumped into you.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours”

“I’m sorry, what?” He smirked as he pumped into you harder.

“Yours” you whimpered.

You wrapped your legs around him as you both stood under the water. You sucked at his neck as he repositioned himself inside you.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good” you moaned into his mouth as the two of you continued to sloppily kiss, you reached for the water and turned it off.

“What’re you doing?” Urban chuckled.

“I can’t focus, and I really need you to eat me out.” you giggled.

Urban threw you over his shoulder and carried you into the bedroom, placing you on the bed and putting your legs on his shoulders once again.

His plump lips placed teasingly small kisses along your thighs. You squirmed underneath him, “baby, please.”

His warm tongue pressed against your clit in a circular motion. You whimpered as he sucked on your clit.

“Baby- that feels so good” you reached for his hair that was still in a damp messy bun.

“I know how much you like my lips” he confidently chuckled.

“Love them actually” you moaned.

He continued to tease you as he licked your folds.

“Baby, fuck me already, I’m gonna cum.”

“Hmmm, cum for me first and then I’ll give you what you want.”

His tongue was deep inside of you, as the scruff in his beard burned your thighs. His nose pushed against your clit continuously as he let out a raspy chuckle knowing just how to drive your body crazy.

“Ba-baby. Holy fuck.” You moan out as you pull at his hair tighter. “I’m gonna -“

“Speak up baby” he circled your clit with his tongue again. “I can’t hear you.”

“URBAN I'M GOING TO-“ your legs began to tremble as you came on his tongue.

“Mmmm my favorite flavor” He moans against you. He licks his lips, before looking at you as he starts making his way up your body, leaving little nips and kisses as he goes.

“Fuck baby.” You breathe out, chuckling, “I need more of you.”

“You’re not ready to tap?” His brows furrow.

“I have one more round left in me” you giggled.

You quickly sat up on the bed, flipping over and getting on your knees.

“Doggie style? What’s the occasion?” He chuckled as he grabbed you by your hair and lined himself up with your hole.

“I know it’s your favorite and you were so generous earlier” you laughed referring to what happened with Cope.

Urban grabbed your hips slamming into you roughly as you screamed out in pleasure.

“Fuck me harder” you gasped throwing yourself back into him.

“Baby, I will cum right now if you keep doing that” he warned.

“So do it” you teased.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the warmth of Urbans cum leaking down your leg. You could feel him twitch inside of you, his heavy breathing practically in your ear. You loved the sense of orgasming together, and felt your own climax approaching.

“Urb- don’t stop.”

He did the best he could to continue thrusting, you only needed a few more pumps before you orgasmed against him.

“God damn” he pulled out of you slowly, rubbing his tip against your clit teasingly.

“Some date night huh?” You teased having to take care of him now.

“Yeah, something like that” he smirked.

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running-with-kn1ves · 9 months

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Hi! Can I request a Officer x female!Nurse reader during a zombie apocalypse? The Officer would be the stalker-ish, possessive type who’s made it clear he’s protecting her from the others because she’s one of the best at her job. But in reality, he’s just making excuses to be close to her—always hovering when not patrolling the hospital. Could you possibly add like…non-consensual touching/kissing, definitely power imbalance, manipulation in the form of comfort. Maybe nsfw if you can?

A/N: started this a while ago but only just now got around to finishing it in a... "semi-decently" way.

Synopsis: you're a nurse healing those still alive after the start of the apocalypse; unfortunately for you, a certain annoying guard has made it his mission to have your undivided attention.

TW: noncon kissing, touching, feeling up, etc., intimidation, power imbalance, general sexual assault warnings, zombie apocalypse/infected theme

WC: 3600

“Oh come on now, I didn’t hit him that hard.”

“You literally pummeled the man to the ground!” The underwhelmed attitude of the guard trailing behind made you dig your fingers into your temples. “He lost his front tooth, Kain. And the guild wants MY head for it.”

Pacing through the halls of the abandoned hospital, you make your way to the opposing wing, Kain following quickly on your heels.

“Don’t honestly tell me you’re worried about the ‘guild’. " Kain speaks, creating quotes with his fingers. “You’re the only nurse they got who’s actually qualified enough to do a damn decent job.They can’t get rid of you, they need you too much.”

You make a sharp turn into an old hospital room, throwing Kain off. He stumbles over himself to follow, while you quickly distract yourself with the limp body resting on a raised bed in the middle of the room. You hurriedly picked at the bloodied bandages of one of your fellow survivors, the mangled man out cold under the wool sheets as you began to inspect him. The process was like clockwork, being what most of your job had become now that you were stuck with flesh-eating monsters and a third of the human population left, most of which was crippled in some way or another.

Kain peeks up from behind you, irritated yet curious as to what was more important than responding to him. His head popped up next to yours as he looked at the bandaged man, giving a bothersome frown.

“You shouldn’t have been talking to anyone about me, period. This all could’ve all just been avoided, Kain.”

Kain opens his mouth to speak, looking like an awed fish as you berate him.

“Who in their right mind cripples one of their own men?” You mumble under your breath, hoping he wont hear lest he throws a fit. "Now, can’t you see I’m working here? You’re getting in my way.”

You push past him to throw away the old gauze and stained bandages.

Kain’s constant look of mild amusement faded.

“Ya should’ve heard what he was sayin’ about you. Then, you might not feel that way.”

You avoided Kain’s sharp stare, pretending to not listen as you pulled open a drawer beside the hospital bed.

Lifting his eyebrows in suggestion, Kain rested his hands on the front of his patrol vest, continuing to chew his gum with feigned nonchalance. “Like a piece a meat…” He muttered.

Clearing your throat you ripped open a new package of gauze with your teeth, avoiding Kain; Maybe it’d be best if you changed the topic.

“Well… What are you still doing here in the first place? I thought you were supposed to be at your new transfer by this morning…”

You remembered primarily because you thought it’d be your first day of freedom.

Kain rubbed his nose with his thumb, trying to hide a wide grin that showed his dimples.

“I’ve been stationed to protect the hospital for another six months.. Just found out this morning. Some other guy wanted to go and…the guild commander thought my talents would be better off here.”

Your face dropped. The sliver of fragile hope you held onto, shattered. Finally, you thought, you’d be rid of the overbearing coos and humiliating social teasing, his invasive bullying-- the dream seemed to fizzle out like the end of a candle wick, slow and sad. You began to rewrap the survivor’s wounds, hands on autopilot while your stomach sank.

And like a switch, your annoyed tone was spat back at him.

“Okay?” You shrugged.

You had been Kain’s prime victim when picking meaningless fights for the past eight months, his presence like a wall of muscle in your path. But no more, you wouldn’t sit and entertain his bullshit for another half a year.

“If that’s true, then nothing’s changed. Don’t you have better things to do than annoy me?” You swat Kain away with your hands like a fly. “Go stand guard or something. Be useful.”

You pinned the end of the final bandage, rearranging the patients scratchy bedsheets. Without another word you began to walk away.

Kain grunted in annoyance, watching you turn into the adjacent room across the hall to leave him in the dust.

“Well, you never know,” Kain shouted, running after you across the hallway. “You might come up against a stray infected. I know you haven’t had this set up for long, the doors hardly do anything to keep a draft from blowing through. What happens if I’m not there quick enough? You’d need someone much bigger, and much… stronger than you, to protect you.”

You let out an exasperated noise, recognizing the insult in his words. But Kain didn’t mean it as an insult; he was thinking of other… things.

“Besides, you need protecting just from the things in here you can’t handle, and I decide to offer my assistance-- at a zero cost.”

You scoff again. “What do you mean ‘things I can’t handle’?” You copy his previous quotation movement, half distracted by rummaging through a large cardboard box of old medical supplies.

Kain follows you inside the room, seeing your back turned to him next to an empry hospiral bed. A lightbulb went off over his head, his printless fingers grabbing the privacy curtain and pulling it. The curtain surrounding the bed, you, and him-- clouding the fluorescent lights from the hallway. The ones inside the hospital room flickered, barely making the guards face visible.

“Something like this.”

An arm traps you from behind, one of Kain’s scarred palms leaning on the wall next to your head. You turn around to look at him with a scowl, not yet realizing what he was trying.

From the corner of your vision you saw the mean glint in Kain’s eye.

A smug, egotistical smirk rested on his face.

“I can see it now…. some band of other survivors coming in, raidin' what they could and stumbling across you,” He pushed his dirty blonde hair back with his free hand, calloused fingers sticking out his glovelettes. “So helpless in your dirty scrubs, scared and alone….What would you do? Would you even be able to defend yourself?”

He watched as your eyes shifted, trying to avoid him as you attempted to shove your way out. But he was a wall of muscle and pheromones, a light slap telling him to knock it off wasn’t going to cut it this time.

And this, was exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Kain shoved your shoulder against the wall, pushing his nose against the sensitive front of your neck; it nearly made you grunt from surprise.

“Ah…” You felt him exhale, licking his lips against your jugular. “What a cute bitch…You smell so fresh, So different than all the rotten corpses in here. Maybe we should take this one to go, huh boys? I’m sure they’d all like a turn.” Kain said to himself.

You try to swat at him again but he catches your other arm, wrenching it back behind you. "That's not funny, asshole!”

Kain gave an angry laugh, your stubbornness testing the edge of his limits. His harshness and your violent panic ruined any playful mood left.

“You know, you really don’t understand how lucky you are; how much I care about you. Just trying to-- protect you.” Kain struggled to keep you compliant, and to keep his urges at bay. his eyes wildly flit between staring at your lips to your soft exhausted body, the one now in his hands, bulging from his fingertips. For a moment his attention seems to linger on the shallow movement of your chest, falling and rising with each worried breath. But it soon pulls back to your rageful glare, a harsh swallow coming from his throat.

“Why won’t you just take my help? I want what’s best for you, Don't you understand that...” He couldn’t stop looking at your sweet lips, downturned into a frown-- a frown he wanted to kiss away.

In his mind, when he imagined kissing you he thought you’d be stunned at first-- but would quickly fall into his arms, holding onto him as if he was your lifeline.

“Fuck it..” Kain murmured under his breath.

He didn’t spare any time, knowing you'd put up resistance no matter how well he tried to swoon you. Leaning down to get his first taste of you, sweet kisses lapped at your lips before you came to realize what was going on. The curious, self-interested pecks to your lips were so cautious at the start, until Kain’s mouth began to grow lewd. He took your slack jaw as permission to greedily devour your tongue to the fullest. His mouth seemed to fit like a puzzle piece against yours, twisting upward to savor your mouth. You were surprised but not all shocked-- though, this was the first time he had tried to kiss you directly.

“Kain,” He let go but swiftly kissed again under your chin, gliding down your jawbone to your ear. “For the last time-- don't make me fucking hit you--!”

Kain drug his tongue up your skin, pinning your arm behind your back to shove you further against the wall; any closer and you'd be a part of it. He took in deep whiffs of your homey smell, of the sensation of your warm skin and its smoothness on his.

"What're you going to do about it? Gonna fight me off?" The thought made him give you a cheeky grin; it was almost too easy.

When was the last time he touched something so plush… so calming compared to the flesh wound that was what was left of the world? Even the sounds of your labored breaths made Kain…excited. When it came to your body pressed and aligned with his, he couldn't help but feel overly eager in wanting to push and press you flush against him.

“Stop-! You can’t do that here-- ”

But with your writhing body and fingers digging into his scalp, he realized that doing such a feat would be harder than he imagined. Your days of carrying injured survivors into their beds and helping unload traincarts of medical supplies made you nearly a worthy rival in strength.

"Can't stop now…" you heard him mumble, a big, warm hand coming to grip your chin. He was above you, caging you in with the biceps you mocked were more well-formed than his brain. Your hand was still pinned behind you as he pushed his squishy chest against yours.

You dug in your pocket for one of the two needles you always kept on hand. You pulled out the one with a peeling sticker-- its purpose for telling the difference between the two. This particular syringe held enough to sedate a horse-- which, you complemented to Kain’s large size.

You held it up like a knife, test-squeezing a little bit of the serum out.

Kain was busy nestled into your neck one moment, and the next he wasn’t. You were so sure he had forgotten about the hand you were raising, that you paid little attention to the one pinned behind you.

Without notice that he had even caught you, the guard tugged at the wrist behind your back, twisting it against the wall unnaturally. Your breath caught into your throat, body tensing as your forearm let out a crunched pop. A weak moan of agony came from your mouth, Kain’s hand that was once petting you possessively, now slowly taking the needle from your shaking fingers.

You tried to fight him, attempting to stab him then and there. But you were no match, not when your right arm was continuing to be crushed, the longer you tustled him for the syringe.

Kain lets out a triumphant laugh, throwing the needle behind him.

“Nice trick; I didn’t know you were such a flirt, nurse. How did you know I liked a little fight?”

Kain doesn't hesitate to dig both hands into your back pants pockets, allowing you the grace of cradling your throbbing arm. He felt up what he could while removing the other syringe, and keys from your pocket.

“Now,” He started, pulling your head back toward the wall with a grip on your hair. “Let’s see this pretty mouth do what it was meant for.”

Kain practically suffocated you with his body, pinning you back as he slowly pushed his thumb into your mouth.

"Ahh-thole!" You tried to sound out.

Kain watched your plump lips open around his finger; you attempted to bite the digit invading your personal space, but Kain yoinked down on your lower jaw first. The officer pushed the pad of his finger against your tongue, sensations of the muscles smooth wetness making him shudder; your startled sounds of awe only spurring him on, the glint of drooling interest in his eyes shifting to one of excited admiration.

Your stomach sank as you saw the shift in his expression, the peak of his interest making him look like a dog in heat. You were afraid he might miss your lips and smash straight into your cheek. Kains thumb was quickly replaced with his tongue, slowly gliding against your lips as he bit their fullness. He tasted bitter, like thick smoke and faint tobacco.

Kain on the other hand, was finally…finally, getting to experience the sensation of your arousing mouth, the one he had fantasized about so many times. He fantasized about how they'd taste during your first kiss, while he ran his fingers against the dip of your back, how they'd look around his c--

Your relentless teeth made blood trickle from his bottom lip, surprising the guard as he let out a pained groan. But Kain was too stubborn, he wouldn't let you go just like that! He had gone too far now, he couldn't go back to the way things were-- he needed you, needed this.

But you felt so lewd, Kain’s forced kisses making a slew of wet sounds as he occasionally slowed to pull at your lips with his teeth for payback, leisurely grinding against whatever he could press up against. Lord, it was like a high from the heavens for him; your body, your smell, it was enveloping him in a joy he hadn’t felt since... Well, since he could last remember.

Your knee came to push deep against the officer’s crotch. You could feel the shift in between his legs as you shoved as hard as you could.

Kain let out a muffled groan, separating from you for a moment. But he only returned with a bitter laugh, kissing you between revengeful bites.

"Sweet little nurse," Kain singsonged, looking at how you winced at the burn of raw bites left on your lips. Your feet shuffled underneath, twisting and turning to wriggle your knee deeper into his crotch. "How're you gonna fight off the big bad officer? Hm?"

Kain’s leg rammed between your thighs, forcing them apart. He dug the toe of his boots into the wall, positioning so you were practically sitting on his leg.

"Fuck you," you spat, hating the way he pulled at the back of your collar to lift your head back, making it easier to kiss you. "Eat shit and die, Kain. I'm not your fucking toy-!"

The officer giggled like a schoolboy, feeling a painfully intoxicating sting from your words. The anger and yearning made it harder for him to see straight.

"We'll see about that…!" He huffed, lifting your jaw to the sky. A long, wet stripe made its way down from your chin to your ear, a shudder leaving Kain’s mouth as he swallowed the salty tang of your skin.

You heard low chatter from the radio attached to his hip, his name repeated by a deep voice.

“Officer K..ain.. four..… intruders…4--” The voice was cutting in and out, static making the message hardly discernible.

“Shit…” Kain huffed, kissing through words as the corner of his lip became smeared with blood. “Why now-- for mm.. fuck’s sake….”

Kain’s head fell low as he left your lips, hanging in frustration. You were gasping for breath as you turned your head to the side, dizziness coming in a small wave.

The surface of your skin felt hot, a sharp taste left in your mouth from Kain. The officer was currently licking over his lips, tasting the remains of your sweat and his own blood.

Your head throbbed; the sterile stench of the hospital clung inside your nostrils, thick coughs coming from the room over, your 'patient' likely still feeling the twinge of his insides bleeding out. How could you still be dealing with Kain's bullshit, while the world around you was continuing to be mauled and raped by the disease plaguing your species?

The officer was an effective distraction from your nursery duties, his grating voice interrupting your thoughts as he still clung to you.

“Nurse, help me out,” He whined. “I can’t go out there looking like this!" Cain threw his hands down, letting you go to your surprise. "C’mon what do I do? You're the expert.”

You saw what kain was referring to, his hand covering a bite of retaliation you left on his neck, and the crotch of his black pants billowing out in a restrained fashion.

“Dear g-- Kain!” your immediate reaction was to shove kain back away from you, But the guard held a hand to his forehead, hardly lurching backward from your assault. You hit him afain, repeatedly punching at him to get him back for all thar had transpored. But kain merelt pushed his hair back to show his glistening forehead, barely holding up a palm to protect himself.

Kain chuckled wryly, groping at himself in a futile effort to make his erection less noticeable.

“This is all your fault--! Fucking…Asshole--” You grunt, mumbling curses as you pushed at the man again. “You don’t have the time, anyway. Get out of here, go do your damn job.” Wiping your mouth, you look at his radio.

You were tempted to chew him out as he stood still, but Kain got to you first. Rubbing at your neck to get rid of his love bites, you fell prey to Kain’s harsh shove of your shoulders against the wall. He seemed to throw you around like a stuffed animal, his strength

Kain grabbed your shoulders, shoving you against the wall again. You let out an involuntary “umph”, as the officer pressed his flushed forehead against yours. His fingers reached for your chin again as you tried to jerk your head away.

“Look at me-- before I go,” His voice grew low and harsh as he whispered, the clear stomps of other officers clicking outside the patient room. “I suggest that if you don’t want to be reprimanded by the guild--” Kain stopped momentarily, grinning as he imagined in his head. “Come to my room. Tonight.”

“...Room?” You questioned. Ah right, all the officers got rooms to stay in, while the rest of you measly survivors had to sleep close together in tight quarters. "Like hell I'll do that. You're the reason they're on my ass, they think I told you to defend me!"

Kain frowns, dissatisfaction making him furrow his eyebrows.

"What was I supposed to do? Let that guy practically violate you with his words? I couldn't stand letting him do that." he clicked his radio off, annoyed by the continued static call of his name. "You, wouldn't have allowed that either. I know you, you would've unleashed far worse than I had; but, I saved you the trouble, and the ass beating."

"But--"

"I know i know, you're still being 'reprimanded'," Kain gagged as he scrunched his fingers. "However, i could easily sway the guild council's opinion as a leading officer… in return for something, of course."

Your eyes narrow.

"And how would you do that? You're the one that caused this whole mess in the first place!"

Kain’s mouth was left lingering open against your cheek as he tried to hold himself back.

"A few of the council members owe me some favors… I wouldn't mind cashing one in if it meant, a night with you."

The guard’s breath hitched, his damp cheek pressing against yours as you winced in disgust.

“Seriously? You're willingly playing into their corruption; disgusting.”

Kain dug his hand into your hair, taking a deep inhale of it, ignoring your criticisms. He tried to press you up against him, as if your body wanted to give him physical affection.

"Take it or leave it. It's a much better choice than the tunnels, hm?"

That made you shudder. You doubted they'd throw you to the tunnels and catacombs of the city for something like this, but who's to say you're not one mistake too close to being zombie bate.

You were too stuck in the dread of what he was asking for. You knew he wouldn’t be satisfied if you let him have you, even if it was just for a night; he’d always come crawling back for more, until he completely consumed you. But did you really want to deal with his bullshit if you didn’t show up?

The radio chimed again, and Kain caught himself before he lashed out again, merely letting out an annoyed grunt.

“Got it?” He asked, pressing his knuckles against your jaw.

The guard didn’t wait for an answer, instead squeezing your face with one hand and pushing a multitude of kisses on your bruised lips. You tightened your lips shut, trying to turn and grunting as he kissed and kissed and kissed, not a thought of pulling away-- until the radio snatched his attention again.

All of a sudden Kain’s hands were off of you, his bulky body had pushed past the privacy curtain, leaving it closed. You heard the door shut as he stormed out; shutting the door with a tight firmness that irked you. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you listened to his heavy military boots trudge down the hospital corridors, waiting for them to be completely silent.

That silence was quickly filled once again however, your mind snapping back into work mode as the dying man in the adjacent room’s hospital bed began another violent coughing fit.

You shut kain out of your mind-- but in the back of your head, you mentally played what you felt would happen tonight if you took up his offer. Hell, what were you going to do with him?

Murder was starting to sound real tempting.

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samptlay · 2 months

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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 10

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍, Blade & Reader's Relationship, Chapter 8🖤, Chapter 9🤍

Blade’s phone was ringing, & your name was on the screen.

Did you find out about the affair? Are you calling him while crying your eyes out? Though that could be the case, it seemed less likely that you needed to learn what was happening. So why in the world would you be calling him right now? He doesn’t know or have a single idea, but he probably shouldn’t keep you waiting, whatever it is.

“Y/N?”

“Ren, hey. I’m sure you weren't expecting my call but right now I have no idea where Levi is and I'm feeling like crap. Are you busy with anything right now?”

He did not think he could get any more worked up, but hearing the sorrow in your voice as well as the fact you just told him you felt lonely almost made him see red. In all honesty, he was about to run to his dining room, snatch his keys from off the table, and rush to his car but he hadn’t even showered, let alone brush his teeth. Though he’s sure that you’d let him do all that at your place if he were to leave right now he couldn’t show up unpresentable to you, could he? That could ruin some of his image on you and he’d rather jump off a cliff than let that happen. (He really would.)

“Hello~? Do you have plans? I saw on your calendar you were off but if you already have somewhere to be then-”

Shoot, he got lost in thought for a moment there. Of course, he didn’t have anything to do, he’s never occupied when it comes to you but he’s sure you’re not aware of that fact.

“No- I’m free. I mean-”

He coughs, and you end up giggling from the other end. His ears turn a bit pink from embarrassment as he clears his throat and he decides to speak again.

“Just give me like, 30 minutes I'll be there soon, alright?”

“Mhm. See you soon.”

He could hear your not-so-subtle chuckles before you hung up, but he was already throwing his phone onto his bed and making his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower before brushing his teeth at a speed that definitely made sure they were pearly white. Again, he could never look like a mess in front of you, it just didn't sit right with him.

Blade didn't even wait for the water to fully warm up before stripping and grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste, getting inside, and deciding to multitask with everything. In the back of mind, Blade knew that he shouldn't be this eager to see you, shouldn't be in such a rush to want to be in the company of a married woman, but he couldn't help it. It's always been this way and he doesn't really want it to change any time soon.

After getting himself situated and hopping into his car, Blade's brain took more time to realize that today would be a lot harder for you than any other. He just notes that he was sad as well. You wouldn't know how much courage it took for him to not run into that hospital room and hold you in his arms.

It was a loss of a life. One that could have brought you so much happiness, but was stripped of you.

However, he could make it better. Blade's not the greatest at expressing his feelings at times though he's always could effortlessly make you smile. He was certain he could do it today, too. So why not go pick up a little something for you while he's on his way? Surely it couldn't have any negative effects.

A/N: I've been having second thoughts about this fic. I looked back to some previous chapters and realized I was not too fond of the way it was written. One person said the way I write Blade is ooc… (on Tumblr) which didn't help my encouragement to write this. I'm excited about the new fic and I'm going to be investing a lot of my energy into that one because I don't get much feedback about this one, it's harder to do better. Therefore, this fic is going on Hiatus until further notice. I'll be using that time to learn more while working on something else.

I MIGHT add chapters randomly if I have work done but updates are not regular as of now. But it will not be abandoned. (I believe.)

If you have any questions or comments, don't be afraid to leave them. ♡ ~♪◍•

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#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #hsr x reader #fem reader #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #hsr blade

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little-emerald-snake · 5 months

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Smutmas Day 24

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" - Garreth Weasley X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

937 words

Warnings: forced admission of crush

Garreth had brewed a perfect Veritaserum. He hadn’t had a chance to test it but he knew it, could feel that it was perfect. It was the same sense of knowing that had him feeling like the new girl was hardcore crushing on him and had refused to say anything.

Garreth had a sense of things and while many people teased him for this knowing he ignored the jibes. This knowing had never let him down before and it wasn’t about to now.

He’d originally brewed the Veritaserum for an extra credit assignment for Professor Sharp, a special assignment to have Sharp be a positive reference for jobs in the future.

But he’d thankfully been able to sneak just enough of the brew for his own dose. He knew it was wrong but when he was so certain she wanted him he would do anything he could to get the secret out of her.

He’d brewed her a special drink for the holiday, bringing it to her in a little red jar in the shape of a heart. There was a white little bow around the neck of the bottle as well.

When he’d caught up to her in the Great Hall as she decorated for the Yule Ball he’d quickly pulled her aside and presented her with the gift. “Hello, gorgeous, I made this for you as a gift. But…it does come with a condition.”

Her eyes sparkled with interest as she turned to him, gaping at the pretty bottle. “Ooohh, Garreth! What is it? What’s the condition?”

Garreth was internally fist pumping at her excited reaction, the shy little tilt of her head as she looked him head to toe in a more than friendly way made his heart soar. “Tomorrow while everyone is at the ball…come see me in the potions classroom. I want you to try another drink like this one, one that I think you’ll like better, but I just need a taste tester for it.”

She smiled brightly, accepting the bottle from him and nodding as a small blush crept onto her features. He smiled, knowing he had it in the bag as he walked away with a sly grin.

The next day he patiently brewed her the sweet drink he’d concocted with her favorite flavors in mind, his heart rate speeding up at the sound of light knocks rapping against the door.

He turned just in time to see her step inside and shut the door behind her. “Hi, Garreth. I’ve come to taste your brew. The one you gave me yesterday was incredible.”

He smiled, making sure to block her view as she stepped in, using it as a distraction to add the truth telling concoction to his mixture. “That’s wonderful. If you like that one then this should definitely be to your taste then. Come on and sit down. I’ll pour you a cup.”

He did exactly that as she took a seat on the stool beside him, wiggling in her spot to get comfortable. He handed her the cup and she took a sniff before sipping from the steaming warmth.

Although it appeared steaming, it was the perfect temperature for her to drink. It tasted even better then the one he’d made her yesterday and she hummed in appreciation.

His eyes narrowed as he turned, hiding the smirk while he asked. “How’s it taste?”

Without even thinking she blurted out. “Tastes amazing! Even better than yesterdays! Like you brewed it with my favorite flavors in mind.”

She blushed at the admission but it wasn’t too odd since it was the truth. She couldn’t help but feel like the answer was almost forced past her lips though. “I’m so glad you like it darling. I have another question for you. Do you like someone here at school?”

She answered almost immediately. She put her hands over her mouth, cheeks going red as she hid her face. “Yes. I do like someone. Wait, I didn't mean to say that! What?!”

Garreth grinned wickedly. “Yes dear, I know you didn’t. But I know a pretty, shy girl like you won’t be honest with me. So I had to make sure you’d be a good girl, and tell me what I want to know. So tell me. Who is it?”

She tried to keep herself from speaking but the words were nearly forced from her mouth as he leaned back against the edge of the potions station. “It’s you. I like you.”

She hung her head, shame burning her cheeks, but she didn’t move, didn’t even try to escape which he’d almost thought would be the case. “Is that so? Do you think about me often, darling?”

Through clenched teeth she confirmed that she did and he could almost swear he heard her heart beating as he pushed off the station, coming to stand in front of her, placing a hand on her chin and tilting her face up to his. “Oh? What about when you’re alone in your bed and your body is craving something. Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

She went nearly scarlett in the face, her glittery eyes meeting his with a lustful / embarrassed expression swirling within them. “Yes.”

He chuckled darkly, leaning down and connecting their lips briefly, allowing the hand on her chin to slide up her thigh, thumb tracing small circles as his other hand gripped onto the station behind her. “What a good girl, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear, how I think we should go let you experience these fantasies now, since you’ve been so good for me.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #writing challenge #smutmas #smutmas 2023 #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley

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the-cannibal · 2 years

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Slashers reactions to their s/o having stretch marks (Part 1)

Lmao this totally isn’t me self insterting because I’m insecure of the stretch marks on my thighs eyyyy

WARNINGS: some language is used (aHEM BO), being insecure about stretch marks, this is sweet fluffy stuff! There are some nicknames used but not in regards to gender

Gender neutral reader: they/them and you is used

Thomas Hewitt

.Oh this sweet boy does not care that you have stretch marks what so ever.

.In fact he has them too! He has them near his stomach and on his thighs.

.He 100% would trace them when you guys are snuggled up on the couch together, or huddled on the porch.

.He never really talks about them, but he’s always touching them.

.however if you ever say anything negative about you stretch marks then oh boy you better be prepared for an hour long Ted talk on how wrong you are and how beautiful they are!

.when you wear things like shorts, skirts, etc, because let’s face it Texas can be hot as FUCK- he just can’t help from staring.

.‘Look at them. They’re so pretty/handsome🥺’ he would think to himself all the time

Stu Macher

.Unlike Thomas who is not very vocal about stretch marks, this boy is.

.”Babyyyyy your so cuteeee!” “They make you look like a sexy tiger!”

.He isn’t afraid to trace them in public.

.Your at a party? His hand is on your hip, tracing small circles around them

.but When you are in private? Oh boy… get ready for so many kisses.

.I strongly believe Stu is a thigh guy, and if you have stretch marks on your thighs he just loves them even more. They add character!

.Mans is not afraid to fight anyone who says anything negative about you or your stretch marks.

Billy Loomis

.Billy doesn’t care if you have them or not

.like he just doesn’t mention them. But he isn’t trying to be mean! He just doesn’t think it’s a big deal!

.who cares if you have stretch marks? You’re still as gorgeous as ever.

.but if you say something negative about them then… Well…

.”I hate my stretch marks…”

“What? Why?”

“Because! They’re so ugly looking! I just wish I could rip them off!- I-!”

“Stop stop stop. Don’t say that. Ever.”

“You know it’s true… Don’t even try and tell me you like them…”

“But I don’t dislike them either. They are a part of you, and I love you therefore I love them.”

.oh and if anyone says anything about them then it looks like GhostFace will have some fun.

Vincent Sinclair

.You have stretch marks? Please let him draw you, little details such as freckles, stretch marks, birthmarks, etc etc, are his favorite things to add to his art.

.If you are insecure about your stretch marks he would be sad but would understand.

.You two would help each other with your insecurities! Slowly you would assure him that you will still love him even without his mask, and he assures you that your marks are beautiful.

.but, we all know everyday isn’t going to be perfect sunshine and rainbows. So when you do have a bad day he does the one thing he knows for sure will show his love. Make art for you!

.Its everything from little wax figures of you, drawings, paintings, he even draws things on little sticky notes and sticks them around where he knows you’d find them.

.But is art isn’t enough then he will most definitely cuddle you and provide as much comfort as he physically can

Bo Sinclair

.Now we all know Bo can be an asshole, even if he doesn’t mean it.

.Bo probably won’t catch onto you having a bad day or being insecure for a while.

So he’d need one of his brothers to point it out.

.”What do you mean they’re upset? About their stretch marks? Why the fuck would that be upsetting?”

.He doesn’t mean it in a harsh or mean way. He means it in a ‘why would they be so upset about something so beautiful’. He just doesn’t know how to say it like that.

.So of course once he finds this out he is going to sit you down on his lap as he traces your marks and mumbles how you are the prettiest/handsomest person he has ever laid eyes on.

. “I mean if you wanna feel better just take a look at Vincent!”

“BEAUREGARD SINCLAIR!”

“Sorry darlin I was just jokin-“

.He’s not the best at comfort with words but he tries his best.

Ever since he found out you were insecure he holds you a little bit tighter at night.

.Overall stretch marks don’t bother Bo. He loves you no matter what.

Lester Sinclair

.You got stretch marks? Cool! He’s got lots of scars on his arms and hands from doing stuff with his knives!

.He just sees your marks as something that makes you, you.

.Would also 100% call them tiger stripes

.Any visitor/victim makes a remark on them? Fuck them they can walk to Bo’a garage. He’s gonna take you home and show you some lovin!

.Said visitors would also get a message from Bo to make ‘em really suffer, tee hee

#slasher x reader #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream x reader #texaschainsawxreader #horrormovies #horrormovie #slashers

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lykaios2 · 10 months

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If you’re still taking requests, if not you can ignore this, but what if Y/N wanted to do an experiment with Mikey, what comfort food is better on rainy nights, and Donnie gets really jealous cus FEELINGS!

Y/N: I didn’t ask you Don cus you’re more into science stuff.

Please and thank you

oml this took so long and I am sorry

it was due to a multitude of reasons, one of them being I really couldn't figure out how to write my ideas

btw this might suck but I worked too long on it and it would be rude of me to leave this request on read

also I add these titles as if these aren't the most basic pieces of writing ever but anyway

This Feeling We Call Jealousy

rise donnie x reader

cw: nothing because I lack the ability to put emotions into my writing

word count: 2522

Looking at your phone, your weather app showed that it was going to rain. How unfortunate. You had made plans earlier that day to hang out with friends at the park, but now they had to be canceled. Your excitement turned to disappointment as you started to head home, not having anything to do for the rest of the evening. You held out your hand, only to feel a few raindrops. As the rain started to fall, you started to walk faster. When you finally got home, you flopped onto your bed and sighed. Eventually, you pulled out your phone, looking for something to do. Instagram, Youtube, TikTok…nothing seemed to catch your attention. Finally, you decided to text the turtles. If nothing else, you could at least talk to them for a little while to cure your boredom. But who? Texting all of them was a little too much, and it might be annoying for one of them if they just kept getting texts over and over again. You decided to text Mikey, because he was probably not doing anything either.

-yo, what’s up? you doing anything right now?

-Eh, not really, just a little bit of drawing. How about you?

-well, I had plans to go to the park with some friends earlier, but then it started to rain so we had to cancel

-Aw man, that sucks, I’m sorry. What are you doing now?

-nothing except moping on my bed because I’m bored

-Why don’t you come over to our place? There’s plenty to do over here

-that’s a great idea! I’ll be over in like 20 minutes

You got up from your bed and started to get ready again. It was quick, just grabbing all the stuff you had packed for your trip earlier plus a few things. As you were leaving, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You picked it up to see another text, this time from Donnie.

-Hey, I heard you were coming over. Is this true?

-yeah, why do you ask?

-Well, I was just thinking that if you are coming over, you should stop by my lab. We could hang out. If you want, you’re not required to.

-that sounds good! I don’t really have a plan for when I get there, so I’ll definitely stop by for a little bit

-I would enjoy it very much.

You left your house and started the walk over to the entrance to their lair. You had to walk quickly because it was still raining, but all the better, it meant you got there faster. Coming up to the alleyway, you struggled to open the manhole that led down to your destination. Slowly descending into the sewers, you started to make your way down the long and winding yet familiar hallways. Eventually, you saw the light, telling you that you were almost there.

“Hello?! I’m here!”

“Down here!”

You were greeted by Leo from the bottom area. Not who you expected, you figured it would have been Mikey or Donnie, but you headed down anyway to talk to him.

“Hey Leo, how are you?”

“Doing alright. What brings you here?”

“I had some plans with friends, but we had to cancel because of the rain so Mikey invited me over because otherwise I was going to spend my evening completely bored.”

“Well, that was quite kind of him. Did you have any plans with him?”

“Not really, but Donnie wanted to hang out with me in his lab, so I suppose I should head there.”

“Good luck with that, who knows what he could do.”

“Oh shut up, I bet I’ll have a great time with him.”

You started to walk to Donnie’s lab, as just as you were about to say hello, you heard another voice call out to you.

“y/n! Over here!”

Donnie looked up from his work, only now noticing that you had arrived.

“Oh y/n, come in-”

“Hi Mikey! How’s it going?”

“y/n?”

“Not bad, I’ve been waiting for you!”

Donnie walked to the door and looked around for you.

“So, now that I’m here, what do you want to do?”

“You know, I actually have a few new recipes I wanted to try…” Mikey said while Donnie was walking up behind you. “Oh, hi Donnie. What’cha doin?”

“Well, I hadn’t yet noticed that y/n had arrived, so I was coming out to greet them. What might you two be doing?”

“Well, me and Mikey were just about to head to the kitchen. I hadn’t realized you were here, so I kinda already made plans with Mikey.”

“What about our plans? I thought I asked you to come to my lab.”

“Oh, I kinda got distracted when I was talking with Mikey. And I would have invited you, but I figured you probably wouldn’t want to just eat food with us. You know, because you like science stuff more. But I promise when I’m done, I’ll come hang out with you.”

“O-oh, okay, I’ll be waiting then.”

You and Mikey headed to the kitchen. He had plenty of new recipes to show to you, and you had been assigned as his personal taste tester. While he was preparing his first meal, you sat in the kitchen, patiently waiting, sometimes looking over at him to check on his progress.

“You know, it’s too bad we can’t take advantage of this rain. It would make a nice atmosphere.”

“Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. Although, I’m not quite sure how it could work. If you wanted, we could just sit up on the rooftops after we’re done down here.”

“That sounds good to me. But I don’t want to keep Donnie waiting too long, I do feel a little bad for making him wait.”

“If you want to, you can go spend time with him, I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s okay, we’re already here, and plus I promised to spend time with him, and I’m not going to back on my word.”

“If it’s really okay with you.”

Mikey finished up his first dish, and you got to try it. It was quite delicious, just like almost everything he ever made. The second dish wasn’t as good, but it didn’t taste terrible. You ate a few more before you couldn’t eat anything else.

“Man, I’m full. Those were pretty good, Mikey.”

“Thank you, y/n. You know, if we go fast enough, we might be able to catch the sunset from the rooftops. And anyway, a little walk might help with digesting all that food.”

You followed Mikey as he showed you the way all the way from the sewers to the tops of the buildings. You were able to find one that had a good view of the sunset. You sat down, letting your body take a well deserved rest.

“Ah man, I’m beat. The sunset is amazing, though.”

“I know, right? This is my favorite place to watch it.”

“And with the rain, too…”

As you watched the rain fall and the sun go down, you and Mikey sat in silence. That was, until a notification came from your phone. It was Donnie who had texted.

-I hate to be a bother, but I was just wondering if you two are done yet?

-oh, you’re fine. yeah, I can be down there in a second

“Who was it?”

“It was just Donnie. I told him I’d be heading down to his lab.”

“Ah, okay. Well, you two have fun, I’m gonna stay here for a bit. You know the way back?”

You nodded as you started to head back to the lair.

Retracing your footsteps, you made your way back to the lair, and into Donnie’s lab.

“Hi y/n. How was your time with Mikey?”

“Oh, it was fun! Mikey made me so much delicious food, and then we went and watched the sunset. It was really nice.”

“Oh, yeah, totally. Must have been fun.”

“What were you doing while I was gone?”

“Uhm, you know, that’s not important…”

Donnie turned slightly away from you. He didn’t want to share what had actually happened.

After you left with Mikey, Donnie went back to his lab, a bit disappointed. He had wanted to spend time with you, but now you were just off with his brother. It was okay, though, because you had promised to come back and spend time with him, right? You wouldn’t break a promise to him. That’s why he loved you so much. You were so trusting, and he felt he could be so open around you. It was something he struggled with, but around you it just all went away. So when he saw that you had chosen to go with Mikey instead of him, he couldn’t help but feel a bit pained. He didn’t have anything to do now, so he just laid on his bed in silence. What could he do now? He had planned out an entire evening with you, but now it was all messed up. He didn’t know what to do now, except wait for you to come back. You were all he could think about.

“Hey, where’s y/n?”

Raph’s question startled Donnie. He wasn’t expecting to be bothered.

“Oh, they’re hanging out with Mikey.”

“But I thought you had plans with them?”

“Well…I did. Then Mikey got to them before I did. And now they’re somewhere with Mikey.”

“And you wanted to hang out with them?”

“Yeah…”

“I see. Did you have anything you wanted to do with them?”

“Well, I had something I was gonna give to them. But other than that, I just kinda wanted to spend time with them.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, idk…I like how they make me feel.”

Raph came in and sat on the bed, next to Donnie.

“How do they make you feel?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but it almost feels like…I can be myself around them, and they don’t care. They’re…yeah.”

“Sounds to me like you have a little crush~”

“No I don’t. That’s absurd. You’re crazy.”

“Are you sure? This is a judgment free zone, you can tell me anything.”

“…”

“So?”

“Maybe…”

“I’m gonna take that as a yes. You know, I think it’s cute that you have a crush on them.”

“I guess, but…it’s weird. I want them to be happy, whether they like me or not, but whenever I see them having a good time with someone else, I can’t help but feel a bit angry.”

“Hm, I think I understand. You’re probably feeling a little jealous, no? But I think it's just your feelings expressing themselves.”

“I don’t know, I’m not good with feelings, even my own.”

“Well, I think you could solve all of this by just telling them how you feel. Get all of your feelings out, and things will work themselves out from there. All your pent up feelings are starting to cause problems.”

“What? No, I could never. They probably wouldn’t like me back anyway.”

“You never know until you try. Come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“Raph, I don’t want to right now…”

“I could help you if you want-”

“I said NO, Raph! I don’t want to! Leave me alone!”

Raph was taken aback, only now realizing what he had done.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone for now, you can do what you want. I’m not going to force you.”

At this point, Donnie was so overwhelmed that he simply began to cry. The emotions had become too much to handle, and letting himself cry was the only way he could calm down. Thankfully for him, no one bothered him before he was able to compose himself, and return to waiting.

“Was it really that boring that you don’t want to tell me?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’d really want to hear about it.”

“I mean, whatever. If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. I’m not going to make you.”

“Thanks. Uhm, I did have something I wanted to show you though…”

Donnie pulled out one of his new inventions. That was how it usually went whenever you two were together, he showed off his cool inventions and you admired them. This time, though, he had one to give you. It was a small device, and you weren’t quite sure what to do with it.

“Push in the little button on the bottom.”

You did as he instructed, and the device popped open to reveal what looked like a flower.

“It’s a little lily. I know they’re your favorite flower, so I, uh…made one for you. It's not alive, but that just means it will last for a long time. I even put in a scent emitter, so it smells like a lily, too. And it’s small enough to put in your pocket. Do you like it?”

You smiled.

“I love it, it’s so small and adorable. I almost can’t even tell it’s fake. I appreciate it, Donnie.”

Donnie smiled back. As you continued to admire the little machine, though, Donnie’s thoughts drifted elsewhere. Back to what had happened with Raph. He didn’t want to think about it, but this often happened when he had nothing else to do. As the thoughts flooded his head, his expression slowly turned from happiness to that of melancholy. as you turned back to thank him again for his gift, you noticed the solemn look on his face.

“Hey, what’s the matter? You okay?”

“Hm?”

“You look like something’s wrong. Is there something on your mind?”

Donnie knew the answer was yes. He wanted to be honest with you, to tell you what he was truly feeling in this moment, but he didn’t know if he could. But you had been honest with him as long as you had known him. It would be wrong of him to not return the favor.

“Well, yes, there is.”

“Do you wanna share?”

“As much as I want to say no, I would feel bad for keeping you in the dark about this any longer.”

“…about what?”

“y/n, I…I like you. And before you say anything, let me finish. I just…y/n, you’ve always made me feel happy. I’m not going to deny that fact. You’re so kind to me, I always feel that I can truly be myself around you. It’s nice, I enjoy that feeling. And so, that’s why…I have a crush on you.”

He had his legs up on his chair now, curled up in a ball, and he was avoiding eye contact. You walked over next to him.

“Donnie…that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Do you mind…if I give you a hug?”

Donnie shook his head.

“Thank you. You know, I’ve always enjoyed our time together, I hope you know that. You’re a good friend to me, and I care about you. So, if you want to…date me…then I wouldn't be opposed.”

Donnie looked up at you now.

“You really wouldn’t?”

“I really wouldn’t.”

Donnie hugged you so fast you were startled. He was happy now.

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