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Flickering Lights

Chapter 1: Flickering Lights

Chapter (2)

True Form Sukuna x fem!reader

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence!

Tags under the cut and will be updated over the course of writing!

Summary: On a sad friday night, you’re finishing your last email for your job, as suddenly The King of Curses appears through a rip of space in time in your office. A change of everyday life perhaps?

Notes:

Welcome to Flickering Lights!

I hope you will enjoy <3

The -play- cues or underlined texts are linked to the specific songs she’s listening to, however I didn’t time the songs with reading time, since everyone of us reads at a different pace. I hope you’ll have fun anyway. :)

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clack clack clack clack

The harsh sound of your fingers hitting against the keys on your keyboard is reaching your ears, as you’re finishing the last email for the day.

The day, which will end in about 10 minutes. 

It’s friday, 11:50 p.m. and you’re still in the office tower you work in. 

Alone. An odd occasion, since this situation is not unusual in your field of work. Harsh deadlines require overtime. 

Often.

Too often.

But today, your co-workers must have had something better to do. It’s friday after all.

And you wish you had the guts to do that, too.

Flickering lights from the illuminated advertisements from outside the streets are dancing in the corners of your eye. Your only company tonight.

And you blink. With a sigh, you look to the window to your right, having Tokyo looking right back at you.

Sometimes, you wish you would have the time to flee this place, your office, your life. To actually enjoy those lights, to experience something. To not give your life up for your job.

To feel not as lonely. Lonely in this city of millions.

A longing deep in your heart.

But-

I gotta pay my fucking bills, you think, as you sigh another time, before turning back to your computer. The light on your desk makes your eyes tired and before you finish your email, you go into your music library on your phone and put on your headphones. A ritual you almost do on every overtime night. It gives you energy. Almost a prayer to whoever listens. Someday something must happen. 

Right?

-play-

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? 

Leading you down into my core 

Where I've become so numb …

Your blood starts pumping and the hairs on your body stand up, as the song crawls through your veins. 

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home …

Your body starts moving on its own, you move your head and lips in sync to the song. It gives you energy to finish this last fucking email before the chorus hits. 

And you slam your middle finger on enter.

Send!

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can′t wake up), wake me up inside

(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark

Oh my god.

You feel it. The song hits your core so deep and you turn the volume even louder. Singing both parts at the same time in your head, you let yourself go.

(Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) before I come undone

(Save me) save me from the nothing I've become

Flickering lights hit the corners of your eyes, bass in your heart, as you lip sync quietly, but passionately, while you close all your remaining applications on your desktop. 

You would not want to risk someone, anyone, to actually hear you singing.

Suddenly the bass gets unusual heavy, but you love it. You feel the song even harder.

Adios Bitchatchos. See you on monday, you think to yourself, as you notice a glitch on your desktop. 

Another one. 

And another one. 

The light on your desk flickers as well. You frown in confusion, but brush it off as a “monday me” problem and shut down your computer. Standing up, still moving and lipsynching to the song, you lean forward to turn off the monitors, as the bass grows even heavier.

Weird. Those headphones only cost me like 5000 yen-

Wrrrrmmmm!

Suddenly the ground vibrates and your knees give in. You grab yourself onto the desk, as an energy pulls you down. Pulls you down to your knees and almost cuts the air off your lungs and nose. You gasp, as the ground starts to vibrate and jitter even harder. Bring Me To Life still pounds into your ears, so dramatically, as you feel your vision blurring and glitching, as the light on your desk finally says goodbye, leaving you in total darkness of the office space. Looking around you don’t see anyone, start to get scared.

What’s happening?? An earthquake?

The vibrations are sent through your whole body, your blood tingles in your veins, just in time for your favourite part of the song.

Frozen (frozen) inside without your touch, without your love

Darling, only (only) you are the life among the dead …

Just in this moment, the technology of your cheap ass headphones gives in and sends an incredibly loud beep to your ears, distorting the wonderful voice of Amy Lee.

Fuck!

You yell in pain and yank the headphones off your head, just before a loud grunge noise echoes through the room, makes it vibrate even more, makes you push your hands over your ears. All the other monitors are shutting on and off and on and off and glitching and blinking. 

Zschhhh!

Suddenly a blue glowing light crawls into the air in the split of a second, like a lightning strike and it starts to tear apart. A gap ripped into the air of the office space, just a few desks next to yours.

What the fuck?

You don’t believe your eyes, as a tall shadow starts to appear in the gap that just opened, before it steps forward, red eyes glowing through the dark, while the rap part starts to roar through the headphones in the background.

All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me

I′ve been sleeping a thousand years, it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don′t let me die here, there must be something more

Br-riing m-m-me t-tt-to l-lifeeee-…

And with this your headphones die, leaving you alone with… 

Who is this?

Tap. 

Tap. Tap.

Feet step into your office and you slide beneath your desk. The vibrations grow harder, the energy heavier, as the gap seems to close back up, almost pulling you completely to the ground.

Whoom!

And suddenly-

it’s all silent.

Quiet.

Calm.

You don’t know what to do. 

Hide? Say something? 

Still on the ground, you let your hands leave your ears and watch below the desks. Two massive feet, covered in tabi socks and wearing ancient looking sandals, quietly walk into your direction. 

Flickering lights dance upon the ground and onto the moving clothes. Your heart is racing and you put your hand upon your mouth to be as silent as possible, as the person walks closer and closer. Another step and they will pass your desk, will see you sitting there like a little baby, not knowing what the fuck just happened. 

And finally he walks into your vision, not even offering you a glance. A tall man, a black cloak around his shoulders, covering his upper arms and parts of his chest. A white hakama sitting on his waist. Pink hair, four red eyes, simple tattooed lines on his face and wrists and chest. A mask is covering the right side of his face. 

Why does he look like a villain? 

Your eyes widen at the man in front of you.

He’s built like a tank.

With a smug smirk, he steps in front of the window facade, looking down onto the streets of Tokyo. 

“Keh Keh Keh.” he giggles.

Such a devious voice.

You watch him suspiciously, watch how the lights illuminate his face, unsure if he’s seen you yet or knows that you’re here.

His eyes roam around the streets and his expression grows excited. So excited.

“What a view.” he quietly smiles, before he taps against the window with his nail.

Tap. Tap.

The glass sounds firm.

He looks up, musters the framing and cocks his eyebrow and pouts his lips. 

You frown at him. Confused, because he looks like he’s never seen a proper window before. 

“It’s shatterproof glass.” you suddenly say quietly, still curled up beneath your desk. He freezes, as his left ear twitches, before his eyes and finally his head slowly move and turn to look at you and your eyes meet.

Silence.

Shit.

He glares at you, looking like an evil villain indeed. His red eyes glow in the dark and pierce right at you, as you feel his demon-like energy reach you, looking right at your soul, so deep and intimidating, as if your eyes are truly only a window to your mind. 

And you’re about to pee your pants.

“You uhm.” you point your trembling finger at the glass. “You can’t fall through it… b-because it’s. You know… shatterproof.” you stumble quietly, before you crawl out from beneath your desk and grab your jacket, phone and dead headphones. “It… doesn’t sh-shatter.” 

He stays silent, so silent, as suddenly a second pair of arms reveal themselves from under his cloak and cross in front of his torso.

And you can’t help but to stare in shock and confusion at his arms, tattooed chest and his flexing muscles, as you’re being hit by his degrading energy at the very same time. You are so overwhelmed by anything and everything, that you can’t help but to think that-

It’s almost as if-

He rolls his eyes and turns his face back to the window. The silence crushes you and the look on his face is still so intimidating, as he suddenly flicks the finger, that previously tapped against the glass.

BrrshhZschinnggg! 

The glass of a window shatters into a thousand pieces and with an incredible force, like an invisible blade, the energy cuts through everything in it’s way, leaving a track of loud destruction and cuts a furrow into the floor, your computer and the wall a few yards behind you. 

Bamm!

So close to you, that you even think you lost some hair. You feel the impact shatter in your bones.

“Is that so?” he grumbles in a deep, unimpressed voice, with his left bottom eye watching you. Your heart almost stops- waiting for the alarm to go off…

but it doesn’t. 

Yup, out we go.

Before he can do anything more your body moves on its own. 

A breeze from outside and the sounds of the street are blowing in through the broken window. You twitch a forced smile at him, before you tipple your way between the desks and out of the office space.

With a racing heart you run to the staircase, as the lights in the dark hallway flicker above your head, fighting to get back on. But they don’t. They die down again, leaving you in utter darkness. With a hitching breath, you pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight, as you tipple your way to take the stairs. Not just because the elevator is probably down as well, but to calm down. No elevator ride could soothe the adrenaline in your body right now. 

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap

Down the stairs, five stories, until you arrive at the entry hall, seeing the security guard at the reception table in the dark. Cursing under his breath, his face is illuminated by a flashlight on his desk, while he’s being busy to tap onto his monitors and to smash on the keyboard to get the cameras back on screen.

That creature must’ve caused a total blackout. 

The security guard doesn’t mind or even notice you walking by, so you take the chance to quickly walk to the front door with no air in your lungs and sweat in your armpits. You catch a look onto the still busy streets. 

Did someone from outside notice?

People are walking, no one is looking. 

Sigh. 

Thank god.

You carefully slip through the front door and see a few broken glass pieces onto your left. Quickly, you cross the street, melting into the groups of people, vanishing behind many faces, looking down to your feet and hoping nobody from outside caught you leaving the building. To calm your panic, you first buy yourself a coke on the next vending machine. 

Psssshh.

Sip. Sip. Sip.

Sigh.

Better.

You inhale, before you slowly turn around, looking up to your office on the fifth floor, where you were a few minutes ago, curious what the fuck just happened there. 

Flickering lights and advertisements mirror themselves on the remaining not-so-shatterproof glass, leaving a black hole on the one that indeed shattered. You can’t see him. 

He might be gone. 

But… it wasn’t a dream, was it? 

You put on your headphones and try to connect them back to your phone.

Maybe the building got struck by a lightning, while I was knee deep into feeling Amy Lee’s voice.

No. Nothing.

Dead.

Shit, you think to yourself as another rush of adrenaline flows through your veins. 

That was exciting… 

You bite your lip.

Maybe my prayers were heard.

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The Moon | YT22

Chef Au! Yuki Tsunoda x Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, i think a few swears, the feels, i don't think i referred to gender.

WC: ~5.1k

Did i do this instead of course work? Maybe Do I regret it? Maybe Anyways, Yuki's so acts of service coded. I may have read a little too much 'the bear' fanfic whoops. also i only listened to winter cafe by lamp while writing this so bam. i'm a mobile user anyway.

The restaurant had been closed for a few hours at this point, the full-moon well having claimed the spot of the sun, the darkness of night taking over for a few hours till the early morning sunrise peaked over the horizon and you woke again.

You would probably have to get a taxi, you thought to yourself as you peeked through the gap between the kitchen and the empty dining area through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you wouldn’t be able to walk home tonight.

You lived in a very safe place, so you weren’t necessarily scared of being kidnapped or the like. You just hated the dark. You’d always hated the dark, you didn’t fear the things in it or the possibilities it held, just the feeling of not being able to see. That feeling had always unsettled you, even as a baby.

Your mum had always told stories of you not being able to sleep anywhere but her side during your primary years. She always brought it up for a laugh over tea with the other ladies in the small town where you grew up, their fake laughter resounding through your ears as you sat at the end of one of the ladies ornate couches and sipped quietly from your cup, taking up as little space as possible. 

Those tea parties were always the worst, sitting in a stuffy room of grown-up’s who could only tell stories of their past, too afraid of the future. You were always the youngest as well, the older children looking down on you when you tried to play with them. 

Your only respite was the pastries eventually served sometime during their get-together. You’d come back in from one of the ladies' backyards, your fill of solitarily walking around her yard ten times sufficiently achieved, and you’d see the most lovely pastries piled high on tables you couldn’t quite reach.

A little stumbling and you’d finally reach the table, climbing on the chairs to be able to grab them, their intricate shapes, different colours, and varying textures meaning you tried every variation of every sweet you could find. This always prompted laughter among the older ladies, you being dubbed the ‘Sweet Thief’. You were not sure if this was meant to be affectionate or insulting, but your mother’s sharp gaze when you got back into the car after the party clued you in to the latter.

The opening of the office door snapped you out of your reverie and you looked back to see your boss exit the small room, where he had been doing paperwork. He barely glanced at you as he grabbed a sponge and started to wipe down the steel work benches, muttering under his breath. 

You moved from your spot of being perched on your tiptoes to look through the serving gap and shuffled into the office to grab soap from under the sink, quickly pouring a measuring cups worth into the mop bucket before filling the bucket up the rest of the way with water. A quick twist of the mop head in the bucket mixed the soapy water before you shuffled back out of the office, dragging the bucket with your feet.

You moved in silence, him wiping down the benches with his sponge, cloth, and spray kit and you mopping the floor, trailing after him as to not make him stand on the wet floor. When you finished mopping you pushed the bucket out the backdoor before crouching down and tipping the dirty water down the drain installed in the middle of the concrete patio.

While the water drained, you looked up and absorbed your surroundings. The moon shone down onto the landscape, hundreds of green paddies stretching as far as the eye could see, paths between the patches appearing to resemble snakes the further the eye looked. You could occasionally see the headlights of cars flash on roads that wound along the mountains that enclosed the large valley, people with their own lives hurrying to make it somewhere. Anywhere. 

One car caught your attention and you found yourself speculating. Maybe it was an important businessman being driven by his chauffeur? Could it be a runaway child being driven back to his parents? You watched until the car disappeared, it’s fading lights causing you to squint against the harsh light shining down on you.

You looked up at the lightbulb that Yuki had installed quietly after you’d told him of your fear of the dark and cursed. Darn the thing for being so bright! Your head snapped back down and you started rapidly blinking, scrunching your face as you blinked. 

When you got your vision back, you stood up and grabbed the bucket, lugging it back into the building. The door opened when you nudged it with your foot and you quickly put the mop back in its place before moving back to the kitchen. 

A quick look at Yuki confirmed that he was nearly done with his clean up routine and you moved to the small employee area, where you grabbed your phone and keys from a small pigeon-hole before grabbing your jacket from a hook and making your way back to the kitchen, trying to put on your coat as you walked.

Yuki looked at the sound of the door opening and a small smile came onto his face as he saw you, holding all of your items with one hand and struggling to put your jacket on. He dropped the cloth he was holding, wiping the residue away onto his apron, before he walked over to you and taking your jacket off your floundering form. He held it out so that you could weave your free hand into the sleeve before you swapped your stuff to your other hand and he held out the other sleeve for you to put your arm through. He nodded at you when he was done and power-walked back to his station, cleaning with vigor.

“Are you leaving yet?” He asked with his back turned. You nodded, paused, then began speaking. “Oh! Yeah, I think I’ll just wait till a taxi comes around and then I’ll go.” You said and he shot a curious glance back at you which you returned with a smile. He continued wiping down, his pace increased.

“That could take hours, y’know.” He said after a second and you sighed, leaning back against one of the benches. You were lucky he was turned around, not prepared to cop the brunt of his ‘are you serious, I just cleaned that’ glare. 

“Hopefully it won’t, I might still be here when you come for opening.” He released a small laugh and you both descended into a comfortable silence. You grabbed your phone to see you had 0 notifications, a pleased sigh releasing from your throat.

Opening the taxi app for your area, you saw that the expected time for a taxi was indeed a couple hours and you groaned. You didn’t see Yuki’s shoulders tense at your sound, too absorbed in your phone.

“You were right.” You half-whined to your boss, too tired to care. He chuckled and shook his head.

“You shouldn’t stay back so late.” He murmured, before turning around and beginning to take off his apron. You didn’t comment on his arm muscles as he undid the knot. He moved around you to place his apron on a hook before looking at you.

“I could drive you home, you know.” He said, almost hesitantly, and you paused, stunned. You and Yuki were pretty close, very good friends out of work and you worked insanely well together during work, but you’d never progressed past meeting outside of work.

It was a line you both hadn’t crossed yet though sometimes you wished you had. Clearing the thought from your mind, you cleared your throat, leaning back and eventually nodding, hoping you covered your shock. 

“Uh y-yeah. That sounds good, thanks.” You said and he nodded, going to step away before pausing and turning back to you. You watched curiously as he leaned forward, feeling heat rush to your cheeks the closer he got. He reached out a hand and slowly wiped away a stray hair that had fallen in front of your eyes, clearing your vision and giving you a pristine look at the man.

He had been one of the boys from your hometown, his family always seemingly on the outside. They had had money, something that most of your town envied, and Yuki had always seemed to get what he wanted, being able to race karts and have his parents attend his races, something that you always envied.

However, when his parents found out that he didn’t want to follow in their footsteps of leading their company and wanted to become a chef, they left him. They cut off all support, financial and emotional, and left him with his grandma. You only knew this because you’d seen him working tirelessly at his grandma’s bakery everyday on your way back from your school, trying to raise enough to eventually put himself through culinary school. 

He’d vanished when you were both around two years out from getting your certificate, briefly being a trending topic among the townsfolk before being promptly forgotten. You’d only remembered him when you’d walked into the building you were in now, your resume in hand and a strong need to work radiating from you.

Somehow he had managed to buy the shop and had been running it since he’d left your hometown. It wasn’t hugely successful, it was in the middle of farmland of course, but it was a popular spot among students, who often rode their bikes past on their way home from school, and for locals to have a nice warm meal. Yuki had made his own way in the world.

You’d never asked him about what happened with his parents, where they went or if he talked to them now, it wasn’t your place. You were curious, of course, about all aspects of your boss. He was a quiet but kind man, one you couldn’t believe hired you, considering your forte was pastry making and his shop was more traditional cuisine. His hiring you wasn’t exactly surprising though once you got to know him, considering his main characteristic was being extremely thoughtful.

He’d often leave out water and treats for stray cats and would give a kid a free meal if they looked like they needed one. You didn’t question it when he asked if you were afraid of the dark, seeing the way you always left the shop with your phone light in one hand and your flashlight keyring turned on in the other, only to find later that week that he’d installed outdoor sensor lights which kept the dark away while you performed your duties outside and eventually walked away from the shop.

The light touch of his pinky against your eyebrow brought you back to the present and you jolted as you snapped back. He quickly drew away from you, retreating and hiding his hand away in his pocket. You both stood there awkwardly for a second before he cleared his throat.

“Wait outside, yeah? I’ll just be a second.” He said and then walked briskly back into the office, closing the door and immediately slumping against it. You couldn’t see him do this, but the creaking door pressing into the doorframe hinted it to you anyway. You quickly turned away before you let yourself speculate why.

Walking through the door to the dining area, your shoes clacked on the tiles as you made the small venture to the front door. The place wasn’t exactly classy, it was more homely, but it had charm. The laminated menu items stuck to the front window (something you’d seen his grandmother hang up, unaware of the way he shot you an exasperated glance at the decor) didn’t stop moonlight from shining onto the small two person laminate-wood tables.

The white and orange leaf-pattern plastic chairs also reflected the moonlight and you thought back to when you’d suggested buying them as a joke only to watch Yuki speculate for a moment before placing an order for them, even though they clashed heavily against the whole aesthetic. 

The small service counter in front of the wall with the service window was missing your coworker, her having gone home hours ago. You walked diverted to the desk and bent over the top of it, quickly checking that everything was locked up and in place, before hopping down and walking to open the front door.

The sound of cicadas and the refreshing smell of clean air greeted you as you walked through the glass door, the tiny tinkling of a bell sounding in your ears. The light flicked on and you surveyed the small road in front of the shop, the dust having settled since the last car drove on it. The gravel was in contrast to the lush greeness that spanned in front of you, the front of the shop having practically the same view as the back, except from here you could see a small town.

That was where you, and to the best of your knowledge, Yuki lived. It was also where a large amount of your customers lived, them mostly dropping in during the day. You don’t know why the shop was built so far away from the town, maybe it used to be exclusively a place where farmers would have their breaks during the day, but it was doing ok so far.

The moon was blocked by the shop when you turned around and you frowned. You’d seen it earlier, it hadn’t moved that fast had it? That was when you noticed something you’d never seen before, a ladder. A ladder was tilted against the side of the shop and, after a quick glance through the windows to see no movement, you figured a quick peek wouldn’t hurt. You scampered over to the ladder and shook it to see if it was steady or not. No movement later and you had climbed the ladder, to stand cautiously on the concrete roof. 

You looked up and, at that exact moment, the sensor light turned off, revealing the stars and the moon to you in all their unfiltered glory. A gasp left your lips, the pure beauty of the scene you were watching captivating you. You sat down, still staring up at the night sky, no thought about capturing the moment with your phone camera in your mind. 

The sensor light turned on and you heard the tinkling of the bell, signifying that Yuki had left the shop, a concerned call of your name leaving his lips after a few seconds. 

“Up here!” You called, moving to look over the side of the building down the ladder. Yuki appeared at the bottom of the ladder and fixed you a concerned look.

“Are you ok? It might be dangerous up there…” He said and you shook your head.

“Yuki.” Your call of his first name made him snap to attention, staring at you, an expression you didn’t recognise covering his face. 

“Come up here and watch with me.” You said softly and he took a second before nodding, you reaching over to hold the top of the ladder steady as he made his way up. He clambered over the edge of the roof and moved to sit beside you after making sure the ladder would stay standing.

He sat down beside you with a huff, a little closer than you had been expecting. He must’ve realised how close he sat as well, a small sound leaving his throat before he slightly shifted away from you. You looked away as your cheeks burned.

You heard his head tilt back to look at the sky and a small approving hum leave his lips that had you turning to look at him. 

“You ever come up here before?” You asked quietly and he shook his head. “I just had the ladder out for repairs.” He mused to the sky and you gently elbowed him, him overdramatically hissing in response. You rolled your eyes in jest.

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve helped you.” Your words made him quiet down and he shook his head. The moment sat for a second before you turned back to the sky. The silence stretched as did the night sky before you both. You wondered if he was, at any point, into the stars as a kid. 

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You quietly mused as you stared at the floating orb. 

“It is quite.” Yuki said, inhaling and turning to look at you as he replied. You pondered that before turning to make eye contact with him.

“Did you ever want to be an astronaut?” He looked a bit put-out by your words before laughing wrly. 

“Uhh I guess. But hasn’t every kid wanted to be an astronaut?” He said and turned back to the sky. You shrugged.

“I didn’t.” He looked shocked by your reply.

“Really? You never wanted to leave everything behind and go into space?” He asked and you just shook your head after a second.

“No, I always knew what I wanted to do. I always wanted to cook.” You said and he sighed, sounding almost mournful.

“Don’t lie.” He quietly murmured, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

“You always wanted to bake.”

The distinction was important. Your heart clenched at the truth in his words and the unfamiliar look in his eyes. You tried to diffuse the newly made tension with a small joke, hoping you could get back the relaxed feeling you had when staring at the sky.

“I don’t know Yuki, I’ve gotten pretty good at plating salmon.” He scoffed at your poor attempt of a joke and you smiled lightly at the sound. Both of you turned to look back at the sky, the stars continuing to shine. 

After a minute or two, Yuki uttered your name and you drew your eyes away but his remained locked on the sky.

“You don’t have to stay here forever. You could go somewhere else you know?” His words struck you in the chest. He had thought about this before, you could tell by his tone, he wasn’t saying this carelessly. He had planned this. You laughed awkwardly.

“Is this your way of firing me?” You joked but he didn’t respond, continuing to stare at the sky. Your heart dropped. 

“Yuki?” 

“I met a guy in culinary school, his name’s Pierre.” He started and every consecutive word felt like a knife to the heart.

“He runs a bakery in France called La Kika. It’s quite popular, you may have heard of it. He’s willing to take you as a student. You could go there and you could learn how to bake and everything. You’ve always wanted this. You could go there and learn and then open your own bakery.” He said, speaking as though he had it all planned out in his head.

You could only look at his form despairingly. The knowledge that he had arranged for you to go to France, to become someone's student, with no input from you as though he expected you to say yes instantly, deeply hurting you. Did he think you would leave as soon as you could?

“You aren’t meant to stay here, you aren’t meant for this.” He finally said and he refused to move his eyes from the sky, not seeing the hurt in yours. His words had exposed how he truly felt about you. While you thought you had been as close as two people could get without explicitly stating anything, he was just looking for the next person to pawn you off to.

“What, you’d think I’d just say yes?” You asked, your voice husky as you tried not to show your hurt through tears. He turned to you, surprise evident on his features.

“Well… yeah.” He said after a second and you inhaled through your nose, turning your head away from him.

“You think I’d leave the shop because I can’t bake a croissant or two?” Your words left out the ‘leave you’ you so desperately wanted to say. He remained silent and you took a deep breath before standing up, walking across the rooftop and beginning to climb down the ladder. 

He gently murmured your name but you ignored him as the sensor light flashed on. Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you turned the flashlight on before setting out along the dark path away from the shop. It was only a 15 minute walk, so you could handle it.

You heard Yuki call your name as you walked, the sound of him climbing down the ladder and fidgeting with his keys in order to lock up the shop echoing over the empty land. Halfway down the road to the main road leading back to the town was how far you made it before the sound of Yuki’s car starting up echoed in your ears. You ignored it as the sound got louder and louder until he pulled up beside you in his car, slowly matching your pace and winding the window down.

“Come on, stop it. We’ll talk about it on the drive back.” He said, almost if he was placating a child. That fact caused you to walk faster, Yuki having to press down further on the gas pedal to match your stride. 

“No.” You replied deliberately childishly and he sighed, annoyed. 

“Don’t be an idiot, you’re going to get hurt walking down the road.” You just ignored him and he groaned before rolling his window up and stopping his car. It almost hurt you how easily he gave up before his car started again and he drove into line behind you as you turned onto the highway to walk back to the town. 

It was a large road and the lack of streetlights started to make his car look like a more inviting environment between the dark and his avoidance of the bigger issue. You walked along the highway for a few seconds before a click sounded and his car lights turned on. Turning back to glare at him, you blinded yourself again.

This time you didn’t let yourself lick your wounds, you just turned around and kept walking. You were eventually able to turn your phone off, relying on his car. You half-expected him to suddenly turn off the lights, no matter how out of character it would be, as revenge for making him do this, but the lights never turned off. 

He drove behind you slowly the whole 15 minute walk down the highway, guiding your path as you followed the road. You were secretly thankful, as you’d walked down the road in the night before and it was not something that you ever wanted to do voluntarily. The cars speeding by always frightened you and the ominous noises coming from the fields on either side of the road also unsettled you.

The town eventually came into view, the lights from bus stops and convenience stores beacons as to where the village started. You arrived at one of the bus stops and stepped under the cover, watching his car come to a stop. He made eye contact with you through the window and gestured your hand in a wave, as though telling him to leave. 

He rolled his eyes before unbuckling his seat belt and opening his car door, getting out. He trudged over to you and opened the car door on your side before gesturing to it as if telling you to get in. You only stone-faced him so he sighed and opened his mouth.

“Please, at least let me drive you back to your house so I don’t have to follow you through the town like that. It’s the least you could do at 1:30 in the morning.” He said exhaustedly and his tone made your resolve waver. His eyes seemed tired and, as much as you were angry at him, you still felt bad. So, you got in the car.

You buckled in as he walked around the front of the car, his figure being lit up by the lights. The many years he’d spent perfecting his craft and lugging around sacks of flour and rice was reflected perfectly in his build and he was built well. His arms flexed as he buckled himself in, your wandering eye catching the way he tapped his fingers against his thigh as he pulled back onto the road. 

It was hardly the time to be thinking such things, after he’d tried to make you go to France and you’d pulled a temper tantrum. You were still mad, but even you could acknowledge that what you did was ridiculous. God, how were you going to go to work tomorrow?

Maybe, you thought regretfully, that was his plan. Get you to try and avoid him so that you’d leave on your own. His voice interrupted your thoughts.

“I meant what I said, you know.” And you groaned, feeling annoyance spread across you. You bumped your head against the window of his car, staring up into the sky and at the moon in blatant refusal to look at him.

“Let me finish, I’ve had plenty of time to think over what I’d like to say.” He finally said his tone sharper than you’ve ever heard it, the dig at your actions being well deserved.

“What I meant to say was that you have a lot of talent.” You took your head off the window to look at him as he stared straight ahead and continued speaking.

“Cooking is not your passion, baking is. You would enjoy being able to bake more than what you’re doing right now.” He said and you opened your mouth to protest but he cut you off.

“I know you’ll refuse that, but I promise you, when you find that one thing you’re passionate about, you should always pursue it. Never give up on it. I’ve got an opportunity for you to do better things, go better places, meet better people.” You could only stare at him, seeing him become more worked up as he continued speaking. You don’t think you’d ever seen him say something this meaningful or something this related to the both of you.

“I want that for you. I knew that when I hired you, you’d eventually move on to something else. I didn’t expect for other things to develop but I don’t want you to feel as though you should stay here with me because of what I feel for you.” Shock flooded through your body at his words, feelings that have always been there but you never thought you could act on coming to the forefront of your body. You watched as he clenched the steering wheel, the light from streetlights glaring onto his pale skin as he continued.

“I’ve accepted it, you’re not meant to stay with me. You’re meant for better things. So if I can’t be those better things, I’d like to at least give you the opportunity to find them.” Yuki could only take shaky breaths after his speech, not daring to look at you. It was silent for a few seconds before he heard you quietly speak.

“Pull over.” He felt his heart sink, tears forming in his eyes that he tried to field away at the rejection. He knew it was coming. He slowly turned his indicator on and pulled over on the side of the road. The sound of your seatbelt becoming undone and your door opening and closing filled his ears, causing him to drop his head.

He may have just lost you completely, convinced you to follow your dreams at the cost his. It was a fever dream anyway, he’d known since childhood there was no chance of you feeling anything back for him.

The first time he’d seen you stand precariously on a chair to trial all of his grandma’s sweets was the day he became infatuated with you. He was sitting on the couch, squished between his mother and his grandma, as he watched you slowly walk to the chair and taste the pastries, your reaction to each one making him want to be able to bake his own.

Everyday he’d watch you walk past his grandma’s bakery, hoping that you didn’t think of him differently since his parents had left him and he dropped out of school. Their disownment of him had left such a large hole in his sense of self, his confidence and trust completely shattered. He couldn’t walk anywhere through the town without people looking at him with sad eyes or muttering pitifully about ‘that poor boy!’. He’d left because he couldn’t stand being an outsider any longer, briefly mourning the unrequited love he’d felt for you that was overshadowed by his loss. 

And then, when you’d walked into his barely new shop, resume poised and you almost itching to get your hands on any form of food creation, how could he say no? You were a good person and a good chef, the extended periods of time he was forced to spend with you made his feelings come back at full force.

But he knew that it wasn’t the best for you. You would always be wanting something more, something that he couldn’t give you in a run-down shop that was falling apart at the seams. Pierre was more than happy to give you a small course and set you up with employment, all it took was one stellar review from Yuki and you’d pretty much had the job.

He was glad that, even if he felt as though his heart was ripped from his chest, you were able to finally fulfill your childhood passion.

And then his car door opened.

He barely had time to turn to you before you’d grabbed his collar and drawn him into a kiss. His body melted, the tears in his eyes disappearing as he took in how soft your lips felt. He recovered from his shock quickly and unbuckled his seat belt, letting his hands then run to the back of your neck.

He pulled away and couldn’t say anything before you were staring at him, as though he was the moon himself, with stars from the sky sparkling in your eyes and you spoke.

“What do you say we open a pastry menu?”

she should be edited, but we'll see. anyways this may be my favourite thing i've written idk. through the years may beat it out *shrug* also i got a banger lewis idea while writing this so watch out for that.

#Yuki tsunoda x reader #f1 x reader #Yuki tsunoda x you #Yuki x reader #formula one x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 oneshot #Yuki tsunoda fanfic #Yuki tsunoda one shot #YOU CAN COPY PASTE TAGS??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? #chef au #let yuki open a restaurant #f1 imagine #f1 reaction #formula one imagine #nighty night #Spotify

[nights-flying-fox]

Leo Blues

Leon (Future Leo) realizes that his younger self is feeling a bit blue and decides to help him feel better.

I wrote half of this months ago and the other half today. Shoutout to my friend @little-banjo-frog for giving some ideas and helping with the fic!!! :D

This is part of an AU but you don't really need to know context. Just that Future Leo is back to past, and maybe some other family members, and he is hanging out in the lair with others.

Oh also this is inspired by @tmnt-event-blog 's prompt (basically what motivated me to finish it haha)

Word Count: 2530 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a very brief implication of death/losing someone close ☆ AO3 Link: Here!! ☆

Leon knew himself well. Not himself himself, but his younger self. Leo was a younger version of Leon after all, and Leon knew what it did mean when he sulked away from everyone. 

Today Leo was less chatty, he didn’t leave his room other than to get breakfast and join his brothers to help them with some things. These two things were more than enough to tell Leon his younger self was in a bad mood. 

That is exactly why right now Leon was on his way to Leo’s room. He didn’t tell anyone else, since he knew how he used to be around on such days. Always hiding his negative emotions and keeping it to himself. Not wanting to share the hurt and make anyone else sad. Leon was worried that he wouldn’t talk to him either, but he had to try his chance. What were your future selves if not to help you when needed, right? Ignoring the 'annoying them till they start throwing stuff at you' part, of course.

He knocked the wall before opening the curtain and entering Leo’s room. As he expected, he found the boy sitting on his bed with legs crossed, his phone in his hand but his eyes blankly staring at the ground. Leon wasn’t even sure if he heard him coming. He most probably didn’t, considering how he flinched when Leon put his hand on his shoulder and sat next to him. 

 “Hey, pequeñin ,” He said as he kept his voice low and smiled softly. 

 Leo gave him a confused look before smirking. “Hey, anciano .”

 The older turtle rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He wasn’t here to jokingly bicker with his younger self. “Haven’t seen you around a lot today.”

 “Eh, got stuff to watch and catch up.” Leo shrugged.

  Lies. “Ah, so feeling blue , huh?” Leon stated the fact, but not without smirking at his word choice.

 “Blue suits me well after all.” Leo replied casually, with a wink and matching smirk. 

 Leon felt himself relax a bit, at least his younger self felt comfortable enough to open up with how he was feeling to him, even if it was in the form of joking. “Has no one ever told you being this blue is too much?” Leon asked.

 “I thought you’d know the answer already, considering we share the same sixteen years of the past.” Leo answered.

 “Heh, you’re right. How did I miss that?” 

 The two sat on the bed for some seconds, enough for Leo to slowly lean towards his bed frame and for Leon to come up with a quick plan to repaint Leo’s mood. 

 As he got up he said “I’ll be right back, and don’t worry I’m not bringing anyone.” to Leo. The other was quiet, only watching him leave. 

 Leon’s first destination was the living room. The last place he had seen Leo’s tablet (which he probably had forgotten to pick it up yesterday). Entering in, he saw it was still on the same spot as before. The room was empty, nobody other than Splinter who was enjoying his usual commercials. Leon smiled at the nostalgic scenery. No matter how long passed since he returned to the past, he still couldn’t get used to the fact he once again was back at home. Back to the casual chaotic life he had before the apocalypse. The little simple things would forever make him feel warm. 

 After picking up the tablet, he walked towards his next destination: His room. Or rather his, Future Mystic Hands’ (they really needed a shorter ‘official’ nickname that both Mikeys would accept) and Case’s room. He took the extra blankets (Mikey Two wouldn’t need them anytime soon) and left. 

 Next up was the kitchen, which was the final room to visit before returning to Leo’s room. As he came close to the entrance he heard the chatter. Casey, Donnie and April’s laughter filled the kitchen. The three were sitting on the chairs, mugs of three different kinds of drinks on the table. Casey was the first one to notice him: “Hi Sensei!”

 "Hey Case," Leon ruffled the boy's hair as he walked by him. Casey grumbled in protest, but Leon could see his grin. What a hypocrite. 

 "Will you join us Big Blue?" April asked with a smile, "Mikey's made hot cocoa."

 "Sorry guys, got other plans." 

 "What other plans?" Casey questioned, raising a bow. 

 "Finally catching up on some TV series." He answered.

 "All by yourself?" April asked.

 Leon got two mugs. "Yeah, myself and I." 

 "I see, you mean you and Leo ." Donnie pointed out. "And here Future Boy was telling us some future stories." 

 Leon turned to squint at Casey. "What kind of future stories?"

 "Ummmmm…" Casey looked away. Bad sign. A very bad sign.

 "Nothing you should worry about." April said and sipped from her cocoa.

 "Somehow this makes me worry even more." Leon deadpanned. Then he turned back to what he was doing.

 Donnie smirked, "You'll most likely find out soon anyways." 

 That could only mean an embarrassing story. But hey, two could play that game. "Well, maybe you'll find out more future stories too." 

 "Oh ho ho, tell us all of them man." April sounded excited to learn more embarrassing stories. Leon couldn't blame her, there were a lot of crazy silly things going on even in the doomed future.

 "Maybe not all of them." Casey chipped in, looking with somewhat pleading eyes to his sensei. 

 "Perhaps." Leon replied, meanwhile finishing with preparing the tray with the snacks, leftover pizza and hot cocoa mugs. "But not yet."

 "Leaving us at cliffhanger?" April huffed.

 "I didn't even start saying anything."

 "The trailer was enough." 

 Leon grinned, "Soon in the lair… stories from the future." He said dramatically.

 "Three V.I.P. tickets, please." Donnie said after sipping his probably way too sweet coffee. "For the premiere."

 "We accept payment with story sharing." Leon smirked.

 "Deal. Junior shared plenty." 

 "Sweet."

 Leon turned to look at his protégé. Casey watched with confusion. Then Leon realized that the boy didn't know– or rather didn’t remember. "Do you remember cinemas, Case?" 

 "Yes?" His eyes shined brightly the moment he connected the dots, "Oh!" 

 "...Future didn't have cinemas." Donnie announced his own findings as he thought out loud. "I hadn't considered that."

 "I believe you guys can fill him with some culture of the present?" Leon asked.

 "Of course, there's so much for the Future Boy to discover!" April got her arm around Casey's neck and pulled him closer. Casey smiled, putting down his mug of tea to side hug her. 

 It was good to see the boy had gotten better at being relaxed. Being always on alarm was a hard habit to break from after everything he went through. 

 As the three began talking about all the places and things his future lacked, Leon left the kitchen and headed back to Leo's room.

 The boy was now under the blanket. Leon could tell that he still was on his phone from the subtle light. 

 "Hot cocoa delivery," Leon announced. 

 "Mikey's?" Leo asked from the spot he was in.

 "Yep."

 He peeked and then reached to him, "Gimme!"

 Leon gladly gave him one of the mugs. "If you come out we can share the snacks."

 This perked Leo's interest a bit more. He squirmed out of the blanket, no more laying on the bed. He noticed the rest of what Leon collected on his short trip in the lair. 

 Leon took his place next to him and wrapped the blankets he brought around them. He placed the snacks and pineapple pizza between them, and the tablet in front of them. "What do you wanna watch?"

 Leo shrugged, "Dunno." 

 Good thing Leon was still a Leo. He knew what his comfort movies were and he could use this to his advantage. “Kung Fu Panda?”

“Sure. Are we doing a marathon?” Leo asked.

“You bet. After all, it has been a while since I last saw them.” Leon grinned. He barely could remember the movies, or the days he would watch them with his family thanks to Donnie, in the middle of the apocalypse. He really hoped they could do that again, just not in an apocalyptic situation.

Leo looked at him, with a glint of sadness. He quickly looked away towards the screen. “You better plan watching Secrets of the Scroll too, then.” He said. Voice completely normal, as if it wasn’t him who was hiding under blankets a short while ago.

“You know I will.” Leon hummed. He hadn’t missed that look, and he would help himself. “Before that… is there something you want to talk about? You seemed like you wanted to say something a second ago.”

He seemed uncertain for a moment, “Ah, no. Nope.”

“Are you sure?” Leon knew that this was a lie. “Because whatever you say, stays between us.”

“Yeah, yeah… just…” Ah, there it was. “Remember last night’s patrol?” He said a bit quietly.

Leon nodded, “Yeah. Didn’t you guys end up kicking Stockboy’s butt?”

“Yes… but…” Leo pulled his legs towards himself. “I almost failed.” He whispered.

“But you didn’t.” Leon pointed out, urging his younger self to talk.

“But I almost did!” Leo repeated. His hold on the mug tightened.

“And why is it a problem?” Leon questioned, genuinely. He wanted to know why Leo found it such a big problem.

“Because the last time I failed, everyone I loved almost died .” 

Leo sounded so tired, and equally panicked. And Leon couldn’t even blame him. Not when he did the same thing. Not when he did lose them. Not when he froze once he heard the words.

Leo took a breath, “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to. I…”

Leon looked at him. The boy he once was. So young, sad, broken… Unfairly punished by a cruel fate. And never ever let himself relax, to be seen weak. Especially after the apocalypse. After losing so much. After becoming a leader, responsible for whatever is left. This boy had almost experienced it. He almost had the same life as him. And even though he managed to escape the hell, he still was suffering from it. Even though he literally had sacrificed himself, he had given his everything to save everyone, he was still hurting thinking of what could’ve been. Of what happened.

And, oh, how unfair that was.

  He put his mug aside, then gently took the mug Leo was holding from his hands (who looked at him confusedly) and put it next to his. Then he pulled the boy into a tight hug. “It is okay, Leo.” He said, voice small but powerful. “It has passed, everything will be alright.”

“But what if I make another mistake? What if everything goes bad again, because of me ?” Leo responded, his voice trying to stay strong but clearly close to breaking.

“You will make mistakes.” Leon said. “You will make so many of them. Just like I did. Even after everything that happened. Even when I was a leader.” He pushed away the memories full of pain, regret, and shame that creeped from the back of his mind. He had learned to accept them, once he had time to recover and focus on himself. Or rather he was learning to, it was a hard process to return to what you had locked to survive. He didn’t want Leo to do something similar, or let his fear destroy him. “And you know what? It is amazing that you make mistakes. It means you are trying something new. You are trying to be better. To learn. That you realize them means you are trying to learn from them.”

“And what if I don’t have time to learn from them the next time I make a mistake?” Leon knew Leo had shut his eyes and was doing his best to not let everything out, to not break in front of him. He was holding Leon tightly too.

“You will have time. Trust me.” Leon affirmed. “After all, what is important is the fact that you are trying. You aren’t giving up. You are trying to be better. And I am so proud of you.” He broke the hug and looked at his eyes. “I know you think otherwise, but you are actually a much cooler dude than me. You are even teaching me new stuff every day.”

Leo smiled a bit, a shaky one. “How so?”

“You were the one to remind me what I always fought for, you are the one to remind me who I was– or rather, I am .” Leon smiled at him. “You are beating yourself up for something impossible, and while I know it is hard to not to do so, I also know you are strong, Leo. And you are never alone.”

And with those words, Leo finally let himself relax and smile. Then Leon saw as tears fell, right before Leo hugged him tightly. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t really have to. Leon knew how much it meant to be reminded of having someone by your side even at the worst times. For someone to confirm even when the world felt like it was ending (which was not an unfamiliar concept for both of them, sadly) things would turn out well. So he held the boy, until he stopped crying and shaking, letting everything out after who knows how long.

When Leo broke the hug and sat, leaning to Leon instead of his bed, Leon patted his head. “How blue are you feeling?” He asked, handing back now luke warm hot cocoa. Somehow, they hadn’t gone cold, which to be honest was weird.

“Less than before.” Leo smiled. “I never had thought I’d end up getting hugs from my older self, but here you are.”

“Isn’t it insane?” Leon replied with a smirk.

“It is.” Leo grinned. Then he added. “Thank you.”

“Don’t even mention it.” Leon replied. “Now drink your cocoa and get ready, because I want to watch Kung Fu Panda.”

Leo grinned. “Sure thing, old man.”

“No, even after those hugs? You are cruel.” Leon teased.

“Those are just facts.” Leo smirked. Then he sipped the hot cocoa, “Mmm, this is good.”

“I bet it is.” Leon said as he sipped his. Oh, it was even better than he remembered it to be. “It really is…” He nodded. He had missed this so much.

“So are we watching the movies or..?” Leo asked, a fake hastiness in his tone.

Leon laughed, “Yeah, let’s start.” He grinned as he opened the movie.

He didn’t think much of it, but he was grateful for Leo. He wouldn’t ever talk about it, but those words he told his younger self? He needed to hear them too. He had forgotten them. He may have had his family back, but still sometimes it was hard to remember things weren’t always bad. That things would be okay in the end, and that he wouldn’t ever be alone.

So in the end of the day, both blue masked turtles had ended up feeling better– or as they would call it, less blue.

#if there any typos well. its 2 am so lol #rottmnt #nighty writey #rottmnt fanfic #rottmnt leo #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt au #rottmnt leonardo #tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rottmnt #i also dont know spanish so if those words are wrong please correct me/tell me #ok now i shall sleep love you guys bye #let's grab a slice together #lgast au

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Out in the Cold Field, pt. iv

I always finish these it seems at 2am. Huh. Now go fetch! @ananxiousgenz @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @demonic-panini @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde @the-private-eye

“What do you know about Pandora?”

“Wife to Epimetheus, beautiful, sculpted by the Gods, the perfect lady, had a vase she was told to never shatter, super curious, so she unleashed all the evil in the world… I sense a lesson coming.”

“Pandora did a lot more than just bring evils into the world. Do you know why the Gods made her?”

“Punishment I presume? Everything always harkens back to punishment.”

“She was a punishment from the Gods to man. A God who made humans stole for us fire. They chained him to a rock, and every day a vulture would come and pick at his liver, and every day he would suffer immense pain and regenerate. The Gods made Pandora then to punish humanity.”

“Why would they do that? They knew the culprit, they sorted them out, so why continue and drag it out onto the rest of us? Isn't that some sort of war crime?”

“Today, yes. Back then, there was no such thing.”

“Mmm… I guess that explains a lot of things. Wasn’t there also one good thing left behind? Hope?”

“In some retellings, yes.”

“Mom’s books say there was hope. She circled and underlined it a bunch.”

“And why do you think that is?”

“If the evils were a punishment, and hope was trapped inside the jar with them… the evil things were a message. There is no way to escape, outsmart, outtrick, or outlive the Gods. There is no escape. And hope… can always be there. At the heart of it all. Hope is also a will of the Gods. Just like everything else that was in the vase.”

“Smarter than me, as bright as your mother. Well done, солнышко моё.”

Growing up, Buddy had very few friends her age. The ones she did have were either scared off by Palomine, or scared off by Buddy. It left her an awful lot of time alone. Time that she spent reading and studying. Time that she spent hanging around the countertop of Palomine’s bar, asking the other patrons to share with her one of their stories. And oftentimes he would find her and shoo her upstairs, handing out complimentary drinks as apologies. Occasionally he wouldn't find her and occasionally she got to hear stories beyond her comprehension. 

That was how she heard about the Carte Blanche. A regular of her father's came in and sat down at the bar. A younger Buddy Aurinko slid up next to them and talked about Odysseus. She knew the epic as well as the back of her hand but never wrapped her head around it quite right. The regular she sat with however was good conversation and explained it very easily. Their patience for her temper proved something wrong about Palomine.

The regular listened to her like always and laughed in her face when she said that she would have never returned home if she were Odysseus. They asked if she had ever stepped foot on a ship before and offered to show her theirs. Buddy readily agreed. 

It was a week-long trek to reach the port they had docked in. And, at the time, the Carte Blanche went by a different name. Its sails were a drab cream color and the bow had a half naked siren strapped to the front. She was hideous. Buddy fell in love instantly. 

That regular died suddenly four years later. Their wife found Buddy at the bar and slid to her a will. They wanted you to travel the seas. They hoped that someday you would find your Penelope. 

She spent months scraping barnacles off the haul and removing that damn siren from the bow. The sails were the easiest to replace. The days of cream colored past were behind them now. Navy blue sails brought her all around Hellas Basin. The end of an era. The winds were changing and the seasons were rolling into each other as Buddy finished painting her ship's new name, Carte Blanche. 

Now she was Captain of her own ship. She left Palomine to take control of her future, to reign in her own destiny, and now here she was. Captain of her own ship, of her own life, her own destiny. Finally out from her father’s reach– except she wasn’t allowed to die. And her life wasn’t hers alone to dictate anymore, not so long as Jet and M’tendere were with her… And Palomine had tried to bargain for his life with hers… And she’s going back to the bar where she left him four months ago. 

The voyage to the Cerberus Province was lonely and cold. Buddy had always dreamed of wrangling together a crew of misfits like her and Vespa to sail Hellas Basin with. She dreamed of someday retiring and growing old with Vespa. Getting to sit under their own vine and fig tree. Relaxing in the shade together, at home with the knowledge that they had put their best foot forward. That they had tried to better the lives of people like them, and given their best efforts for someone else’s chance of survival. 

On the third night aboard the Blanche, M’tendere sings Buddy and Jet part of a song. They call it their Key.

“It sounds lovely darling.” 

“Thank you,” M’tendere strums their guitar a bit more. “If there’s a song you’d like me to play, I will happily play it for you, Captain.”

“Please, call me Buddy.”

“No can do, Captain. Jet and I are guests on your ship. You invited us on board and you’re helping me smuggle fire away from Hadestown. The least I can do is show you a bit of respect.”

On the fifth night, Jet stands at the helm of the ship. One hand planted on the wheel, the other holding the lamp. The fire inside has been burning now for almost two weeks straight. Possibly longer. M’tendere never answers her when she asks how and when they stole the fire. 

Speak of the devil, they’re turning out to be pretty bad at the whole sailing thing. Jet is a natural. M’tendere… would have probably faired better taking a month to skirt around Hellas Basin avoiding the road and tracks to Hadestown than ever stepping foot on the Blanche. For now M’tendere has kept to the lower deck. Much darker and damper, they’re starting to develop a cough. Jet doesn’t seem worried, so until he is neither will Buddy. 

Buddy slides up next to Jet, two of M’tendere’s scarves wrapped around her throat. 

“Your fingers are white.” She glances at Jet and back down at her hands. “Why haven’t you said anything?”

“Why didn’t you ask me sooner? If you knew this whole time, why hold off? If you care so deeply about my health–”

“I didn’t ask because I was waiting for you to mention it. M’tendere said that you would when you were in enough pain.” He pauses, and if it were locked into other season and Buddy any other person, she might have turned a beautiful shade of pink. “I care for your health, Buddy, because you are alone. You are walking a dark path, one that I have beared witness others walk before, and it never ends the way you or they hope.”

She scoffs, “Oh don’t be ridiculous, I’m not like other people. You don’t know the first thing about me. We hardly know each other.”

Jet nods passing off the lamp to her. Buddy accepts it without a second thought and for a brief moment, she thinks she might have caught hint of a smile. 

“You’re right, we don’t.” 

A long stretch of silence wraps around them. Eventually the pain in Buddy’s joints makes itself known. She bids Jet a fair night and descends to the lower deck to join M’tendere. They greet her with a cough and refuse to accept the lamp. For the rest of the night Buddy keeps it close to warm her hands.

On the ninth day, the seas are rough tossing the Blanche around. Buddy steers, while Jet stands on the bow keeping an eye out for rocks. 

That night it’s calm enough that M’tendere joins them above deck. They play a few songs intermittently asking Buddy questions in between. It strikes her at some point that while it’s a game to her, it’s a dance to them. 

“How long have you been sailing?”

“Only a few years. How long have you and Jet been traveling together?”

“We travel separately most of the time. You got found at a very lucky and rare time when we’re stuck together.”

“M’tendere asked me to help them fulfill their dream.”

“Oh really? And what is your dream?”

M’tendere sighs and leans back against the mast. Their head tilts at an awkward angle searching for constellations in the sky. “I wanted to help people. Balance out all the bad things that I’ve done in the name of Hades.” 

So you stole fire goes unsaid. Just like Promethus.

“What is your dream, Buddy?” She looks up at Jet, who again has claimed his spot at the helm. Her damn ship that half the time she doesn’t even get to man anymore. 

“My dream?” She chuckles, “I wanted to help people. Give back, uplift, and empower. But that time has come to pass now. What’s done is done they say… What is your dream, Jet? Don’t suppose it’s also to help people?”

“How disappointed would you be if I said it is?” This time, she does get to watch him smile. It’s bright and glorious and could fill up a whole room. And when Buddy laughs, M’tendere does too. They break into a coughing fit that lasts longer than usual. Again, Jet does not seem concerned. Despite this, Buddy tries not to either. M’tendere plays a final song that night, Their Key, and heads down to rest. 

In the morning there is a thick sheet of ice that formed on the bow. Buddy takes a crack at it using part of an old rusted anchor. She instructed Jet to search for an ice pick in the cargo hold. M’tendere hasn’t moved a muscle. It’s fine. Just four more days. They can rest. 

Jet emerges from the belly of the beast. Buddy steps aside to allow him to take over. 

The voyage to the Cerberus Province was lonely and cold. Had she not died somehow without Jet or M’tendere’s aid, the return trip back would’ve been no different. It would have been harder. It would have been colder. She might have actually died. 

“Jet,” he stops mid-swing to look back at her, “ask me again. Ask me again why I want to die.”

He turns towards her, rolling his shoulders back, standing at full height. Grimly, she is reminded of depictions of psychopomps in her mother’s old texts. Shadowy figures that slip on billowing robes. Some with animal heads. Others so handsome and flawless that they had to be immortal. But when she blinks the winter sun bathes Jet in cool light. Chasing away the shadows on Jet’s face, bringing into focus his heavy leather winter coat. Scars his hands remind her that he bleeds too. 

“Buddy Aurinko.” She takes a deep breath. The voyage was to the Cerberus Province was cold and lonely… “What happened to make you want to die?” 

They say it took Odysseus 20 years to journey home. 10 years fighting the Trojans, and 10 years lost at sea. When he returned home, he returned in disguise to win his wife’s hand in marriage and scare off the competition. He accomplished a little more than that, but he had his wife. He got back his Penelope.

The voyage to the Cerberus Province was cold because it shouldn’t have been made alone. Odysseus fought and won the war. Odysseus got to go home to be with the one he loved. Buddy Aurinko, wouldn’t even get so much as a final goodbye.

“I lost someone. I lost– I lost Vespa. I lost her and my dream and I can’t bear a life without her.” She wipes the stinging tears from here eyes. She turns her back and walks away. Not once did she let Palomine see her cry, Vespa only saw her cry in joy, and she wasn’t about to start sobbing a second time in front of Jet. 

Buddy plants herself at the helm and watches Jet resume chipping away at the ice. Just four more days. Just four more days.

That night she sits with M’tendere on the lowest deck. The scarves they loaned to her are rolled up tight to support their neck. They wheeze with each breath. In the relative quiet, she tries to think back to what Vespa would do. What Vespa would say. 

“Goddess hands, guide me.” She mutters under her breath as she clasps M’tendere’s thin wrist to count their heartbeat. There has to be something. Anything. If Vespa were here she would know what to do and how to treat them. She would probably say something like… like…

Vespa’s voice is slipping from her mind. Goddess forgive her. What would go next? Her face? Her touch? Rough lips on soft skin. Green has never been her color but it always belonged to Vespa.  

"Captain," Buddy does not flinch as M'tendere's body seizes into a coughing fit. The end is near. Death approaches. She has always hated goodbyes, and loathed letting go. How could she when all the people she lets herself love die in the end? She refuses to believe it, wants to object like Jet did. You can’t be dying yet, we have four more days until we dock.

She swallows a lump forming in her throat and nods. "Keep your strength. I'll fetch Jet." She pats M'tendere's cheek and heads up to the main deck of the Carte Blanche. They have at most four more days until they can dock at the harbor. And another week maybe before a doctor can come. Just four more. Four more and one week… They don't have a week though. Or four more days.

"Jet," Buddy finds him again chipping ice off the bow. He looks up. It's hard to read his expression buried underneath all his layers. "It's M’tendere." He nods and goes to her office to retrieve M'tendere's precious instrument.

When he makes it to their bedside, Buddy has them propped up by every linen blanket and wool stuffed pillow they have on board. Jet offers the instrument but they shake their head. M'tendere has never refused to play them a song. They promised they always would. I’ll happily play it for you, Captain. Nothing would make her happier now than to hear their strong voice. 

"I have one last one for the road." They suppress a cough and wipe blood from the corner of their mouth. "My Key."

Once upon a time M'tendere's voice used to lull Buddy to sleep. The voice of an angel. And now, wrecked by disease, it's little more than a frogs croak. She surprises herself still able to recall what that sounds like.

M'tendere sings and hums a quiet peaceful tune. Tears roll freely down Buddy's cheeks. She never allowed her father to see her cry. She would move mountains though to allow M'tendere to see her cry another day.

A second voice picks up the tune. Quieter, deeper. She glances at Jet and finds him plucking the strings of M'tendere's guitar. Finding the right chords. They point and smile when he gets it right.

Four days later, Jet and Buddy Aurinko dock on the other side of Hellas Basin. A snowstorm picks up keeping them cooped on board the Carte Blanche for another week with a decaying corpse. Neither of them speaks much, not even a whistled tune. 

The town they docked in is on the outskirts of Hyperion City. A couple of days worth of travel through the snow and they’ll reach Palomine’s bar soon enough. For now, Buddy takes down her navy blue sails and sells them for a quick cred. With that money, she rents them a small room on land to stay in. The whole time she keeps M’tendere’s little fire clutched close to her chest. Humming their key.

#ask to be tagged or removed #i am sleeby #BUT ALSO THIS MEANS IM FREE TO GO BACK AND WRITE MORE OUR ANGEL OF BRAHMA #but also also this means i gotta write and publish the VesBud portion of the Hadestown prequel sighhhh #well. i feel like i got smth done at least #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing #out in the cold field #unedited. just finished it and went straight to posting #NIGHTY

[hjemne]

ADHD is so funny like I just spent (without exaggerating) 16 hours sitting at a desk working on something without even a break for eating, but the only reason I was able to focus for so long was because I did this to procrastinate doing several much much larger and much more important things I have to do this week

#i am now super on it with catholic lore tho #just spent 16 hours researching for a goddamn vashwood fanfic and tbh after all that ill probably just write them fucking in a confessional #i didn't sleep last night either fuck me #nighty night #adhd #rambles

[avida-heidia-5]

My first Martian fanfic For The Sake Of Nature is finally here!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Also, this is my first fanfic of 2024! Something else to celebrate too! 🥳

For The Sake Of Nature | Formula 1

Starring: Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber

Relationship(s): Seb x Mark (Martian)

Chapters: 1/9

*This fanfic is for my good friend Liz (aka @kaossbells). I hope you like it! 😊😘

Mark gets dragged into going on a 5-day forest expedition in Germany with Sebastian Vettel. What could possibly go wrong?

WARNING: Some strong language and scenes of a sexual nature. (18+!!!)

Chapter 1: Gearing Up

Words: 3.7k

Available to read on AO3.

– ♡₊˚・₊✧ 𖡼𖤣𖥧ꋧ⍋↟⧍↟ ⍋ ꋧ𖥧𖤣𖡼 ♡₊˚・₊✧ –

#A little late but here it is! FINALLY!!!! 😮‍💨 #I couldn’t wait any longer so here it is! #Now I can breathe a sigh of relief #Now that’s been taken care of it’s time for me to go to bed. Nighty night! 😴 #✏️ For The Sake Of Nature #My fanfic #kaossbells #martian #sebastian vettel #vettel #mark webber #webber #formula 1 #f1 #ao3 #archive of our own #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #2023 #2024 #nurburgring #nürburgring #germany

[ritossant]

A Friend Against Dark

AO3 LINK: [may upload later]

FANDOM: ROTTMNT

A short fic about six year old Raph, his fear of dark and a gift from his dad.

 His brothers were small, and Raph knew they didn’t like the dark (if he didn’t like it, so they wouldn’t too, right?). And he was the biggest of them! And the strongest! And the oldest! So he had to be brave!

 

Raph really, really disliked the dark. It was scary. He couldn’t see in the dark too, so he couldn’t tell if there was a monster or not! And if he couldn’t know that, how was he supposed to protect his brothers from the bad monsters as he had promised? 

 …

 The six-year-old looked around his very dark room. More of a peeked from under the blankets. Then he shut his eyes tightly. Maybe if he closed his eyes, he’d forget the dark existed. Maybe he could dream of nice things. Like pizza! Or uhhh… more pizza? Or Jupiter Jim! 

 …

 Raph opened his eyes. He saw… he wasn't sure what he saw. But he was sure something moved in the dark. So with a small yelp, he jumped out of his bed and sprinted out of his room.

 He paid no attention to his surroundings as he ran to his dad's room.

 "Daddy!" He cried and jumped to Dad's bed.

 Dad's eyes shot awake with terror and jumped on his feet. As Raph hugged him tightly and shut his eyes, Dad Sked with worry: "What's it, Red?"

 "In d-dark! Mo-monsters!" Raph buried his head into his dad's robes. "There's one in the dark!"

 "Oh…" Dad sighed. Raph felt his arms around him, pulling the turtle into a hug. "You're scared, my son?"

 Raph nodded.

 "I see. Is it the same one from last night?"

 "Y-yes." Then Raph thought for a second. "I'm not sure. But Raph's scared."

 "Are you sure it is a monster?" Dad asked this time.

 Raph pulled away to look at him. "Of course it is! It must be!"

 Dad smiled slightly. "Alright then. I guess there's really nothing to change your mind." 

 He wasn't sure what Dad meant, but Raph shook his head. Then he went back to hugging him as tightly as possible. He felt Dad hold him and slowly lay on the bed. The warmth of the covers and Dad's repeated rubs on his shell started to calm him. 

 "Can I sleep with you, dad?" The tiny shaking turtle asked.

 "Of course, Red." Dad answered softly. 

 Raph snuck closer to Dad, as he now felt relaxed and calm. The monster couldn't get him here. He was safe. 

 Then he realized something, a thought coming to his mind, and he turned abruptly to see Dad as much as he could. 

 "Dad, what if the monster finds Leo, Donnie and Mikey?" He asked with a new tone of worry.

 Dad smiled again, "Don't worry my son. They're safe." He patted his head. "I made sure of that."

 Raph relaxed, not questioning how. He closed his eyes, not shutting them tightly this time, knowing everyone was safe.

 It didn't take long for him to fall into dreamland. He briefly heard Dad wishing him goodnight. 

 ◇◇◇

 The next day Red had completely forgotten about the dark and the monster hiding in there.

 Splinter, however, had not. He even had a surprise for his son, a small gift. Something he hoped to help him. Something he hoped would stop Red from crying in fear and running to Splinter's room in terror. 

 Red lately had been doing this more and more, and it made Splinter feel bad to see one of his boys so afraid for no reason at all. Even if his reactions usually were funny.

 And there was the fact that as much as Splinter loved his sons, he was getting tired of waking up almost every night in sheer fear. So he had to find a solution, or else he'd make his already ruined sleeping habits worse.

 He truly wanted to find a way to explain and make Red understand that there was nothing in the dark. That those monsters were not real (most of the time). But it was hard to convince a six-year-old this statement was true. So instead Splinter had paid a quick visit outside.

 He found the boy watching one of Lou Jitsu's movies, and his brothers surrounded him, sleeping. Most probably they had fallen tired from running around and doing their usual, playing games and accidentally breaking stuff… Ah, he better check if something was missing in the lair. Again. 

 Red also looked sleepy, his eyes half closed as he watched the movie. Splinter, doing his best not to wake up the rest of the boys, approached him. Quietly he patted Red's back to catch his attention. The eldest turtle turned to see his dad, at first confusion and then the joy of seeing him back beamed on his face. 

 "Daddy!" He shouted. 

 Splinter was quick to hush him and pick him up. Luckily the excited statement didn't wake the others. While Red hugged him tightly, Splinter walked out of the room. 

 Now that they were away from Blue, Purple, and Orange, and there was no chance of waking them up, Splinter put Red down. 

 "Alright, Red. I want you to stay here and wait for a minute." The rat said as he walked back to grab his gift.

 Red gave him thumbs up and smiled widely.

 In a short while, Splinter returned with the present in his hands, hidden behind his back. 

 "Remember the monsters in the dark, Red?" He asked. 

 Red nodded.

 "Today I got you something that will protect you from them all!" Splinter announced, revealing the brown teddy bear he held.

 The snapping turtle's eyes sparkled with excitement. Then immediately he grabbed and held on to it, hugging it tightly. 

 "For me?" Red exclaimed.

 "Yes." Splinter confirmed. 

 Red jumped up and down excitedly, hugging the teddy bear even tighter. "Thank you Daddy!!" He then tackled Splinter with a hug, still holding the bear. 

 And as the days passed, Splinter didn't wake up to Red's cries.

 Raph never again was scared of the dark like before. His teddy bear friend was always there to protect him. 

 For years, it went on like this. For years, the little gift Splinter gave Raph grew to be one of the most important things for Raph. It ended up being named Brown, and Raph found comfort in hugging it whenever he felt down. 

 For years, Brown became his best friend. Even if it was worn out, Raph never let go of it, always fixing (or getting it fixed at times) the stitches. 

 And every time he felt bad, Raph remembered how his dad had been there for him. How he was the one to give his best friend to him.

#HELLOOOO ROTTMNT FANDOM #Nighty writes a thingy #rottmnt #rottmnt raph #rottmnt fanfic #unpause rottmnt #rise of the teenage ninja turtles #rottmnt splinter #idk if raph has canonically a teddy bear or if it has a name #i just. had an idea. and needed to write some fluff #oh also!!! #comfortember 2022 #comfortember #comfortember day 7 #comfort item #oh also funny story i have yet to finish s2 or watch the movie #but oh boy there are so many wips ive written about these turtles

[derpperp]

Welp. i was gonna make this one way longer than i did. i cut it in 1/3 of what it was because i was still writing. so uh, yeah. enjoy!

#OSN #OSD #SSD #swapped shattered dream #Baby nighty #undertale #nightmare sans #dream #nightmare #ink #osd #sans #AO3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #ao3 writer #ao3 fic #ao3 update #ao3 stuff #fanfic #Blue

[thavron]

After months of writing literally nothing I managed to draft two whole chapters today, and outlined a third.

#meirl #only without the fetching nightie #💪 #fanfic

[undertaleatnight]

Think i might make another outcode flowey oc there should be More of them

#maybe a sans and paps too. from my very first au that i ever made but never finished #and now its exploded so theyre outcodes now :] #(i have been reading much undertale fanfics lately. also wanna make a story where reader is a flower a la flowey) #nighty chatter

[somehhuuuhh]

A passiv inkmare au 🦑🐙

I was in a mood for inkmare, especially passiv inkmare, but knowing that passiv nightmare is a kid and I didn't want it to be a pro ship so I make them both kids until it gets angsty and becomes adult inkmare.

I don't know what to call this au so it would be nice to get some suggestions on what to call it

Below is me rambling this au and a small doodle

This version of dreamtale is where Nightmare did get beat up sometimes, but when someone was sick, he gave them the negative apple because, for some reason, the positive apples didn't work,and they heal. The villagers realized maybe he isn't a bad guy after all??? Of course, some people think he is, but now he's more peaceful.

Ink

His one year older, and yet he acts like a little gremlin. He is still a protector and goes around helping aus. He found dreamtale while he was in the doodle sphere. He noticed something that wasn't supposed to be there, which was dreamtale. The page was glitching a lot. He went to dreamtale confused because it was peaceful there, then he got spotted by nightmare.

A small fact about him is that he will give Nightmare nicknames like Nighty or Moony something like that

Nightmare

He's a kind soul, and he is pretty happy since Nightmare doesn't get beat up too much. He doesn't like to explore that much like Dream does. He usually stays under the tree and reads a book. When he found Ink wondering around his au, he knew he wasn't around here but still shower him with kindness

Fun fact about him is that he can't see much with his right eye

And that's all for now. idk if I want to make it to a comic or fanfic(probably a comic because I'm not good at writing)

#undertale au #digital art #my art #undertale #nightmare x ink #passive nightmare x ink #ink x nightmare #ink x passiv nightmare #inkmare #passive inkmare #inkmare au #passive inkmare au

[xxnghtclls]

Would you love me if I was a worm

„Would you love me if I was a worm“

Ruins types the question into the ask box, eager to to know the most important answer a loved one can give to someone, hoping it would be what she wants to hear.

Send

-

Nighty, after a unusual day of sudden fanfics written about her, slams herself on the couch, hungry for dinner, as she opens her tumblr.

„LMAO“ she reads Ruins answer to her confusion about the term „being knocked up“, relieved to see she takes it with humour.

A notification pings up. A new ask.

From Ruins.

„Would you love me if I was a worm“ she wrote.

Hmpf

Nighty huffs, as she thinks of a funny way to answer. She first copies her reader x sukuna oneshot about the same topic into the textbox, about to change the names to Ruins and Nighty, but then decides that that one may be a bit too slutty and that she deserves a personal worded answer.

-

Ruins nervously wiggles her foot, as she‘s waiting for an answer.

What‘s taking her so long? It‘s just a simple „yes or no“ question.

Does she love me at all?

She sighs, thinking about all the work she still has to do for her studies.

A „yes“ would make my day so much better.

Just a simple … „Yes, Ruins, I would.“

-

Nighty is carefully wording her answer. She‘s so hungry, still thinking about what to have for dinner, as she writes her final verdict:

You would be the best worm author I know. You are loved because you’re an author and to that you respond with fanfiction. If that‘s not love. I don‘t know what is.

Send.

#i‘m so hungry #ruinighty lore #ask #ruins #i hope you like it #lmao #nighty drabbles

[nights-flying-fox]

  When Leo ends up in Prison Dimension, he manages to hold onto his katana. So he does his thing and portals out... except he arrives at the wrong place.

Hey guys, Dimension Hopper Leo fic is here :]

#dimension hopper leo au #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt au #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt april #rottmnt splinter #LETS GOOOOO IT IS ALIVE #i forgot how to tag #nighty write y #rottmnt fanfic #unpause rise of the tmnt #save rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #idk what i was thinking making this title btw why is it so long #leo centric #rottmnt angst #it has fluff eventually #hehe

[candycandy00]

Hii <3 I saw that your requests are opened so I thought I might request a Dabi x reader one shot

I’m obsessed with slow burn so maybe if you could do a female reader who recently joins the LOV, and Dabi liking her from the second he laid eyes on her. The reader notices he definitely has something for him and keeps teasing him/being a menace , she never gives in when he teases her back, and Dabi kinda enjoys doing the chase, but one day he can’t wait any longer, he has to have her ( u can also include some smut, & preferably dom dabi)

Please let me know if you need more details for this, and also take your time and don’t rush ^^^

Smut. 18+. NON-CON. Let me repeat: NON-CONSENSUAL. RAPE. Please avoid this fanfic if things like that bother you!

You knew it the moment Dabi laid eyes on you, when you were being introduced as the newest member of the League of Villains. The way his blue eyes moved over you, the way his lips parted slightly as he stared at you, he looked like he wanted to swallow you whole. You didn’t say anything at the time. After all, you didn’t know this man at all. But the more you were around him, the more you realized that you were attracted to him as well.

And so the game began.

It started out fairly tame. You teased him a little here and there. “Accidentally” dropping something and bending over to pick it up when he was right behind you. “Forgetting” to button the top three buttons of your shirt so that your lacy bra was on display when you ran into him. “Unintentionally” leaving your sexy little nighty in the dryer when you knew it was his turn to do laundry, so that he would have to bring it to you. It was quite fun, actually, watching the heat build in his eyes with every little stunt you pulled. Then, after you “bumped into him” in the hall and ended up pressing your breasts against his chest, he apparently caught on to the game, and began playing it himself.

One day it was standing up from the couch and stretching his arms above his head, making sure his shirt rose up to show his abdomen while he side-eyed you. Another day it was brushing past you in the kitchen, in such a way that you definitely felt a large bulge through his pants. And then there was the time he pretended to think he was alone in the room and took off his shirt to add fresh staples to his chest, knowing full well that you were still there, watching. The smirk on his face when he “noticed you” said it all.

The game was fun, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get excited whenever he paid attention to you, or did something deliberately sexy to get your attention in return. But despite all the innuendo, despite all the flirting and “accidental” touching, nothing has actually happened between the two of you. You’re not really sure what you want to happen. You’re attracted to Dabi. You’d like to get closer to him. But you don’t want it to be just about sex. You’d like to get to know him as a person, maybe even start a relationship. But who knows what he thinks? What he really wants? And every time Dabi has come close to making an actual move on you, you’ve pulled away. Because the truth is you’re actually a little shy about these things. Almost every time you’ve done some sexy thing to tease him, you’ve immediately went to your room afterward to hide how much you’re blushing.

Now, you find yourself and Dabi alone at the hideout. He’s been looking at you all day like he wants to devour you. And you’re feeling playful, so you decide to begin the next round of the game. You get a popsicle from the freezer and sit down on the opposite end of the couch from him. You open the frozen treat and begin licking it in a very suggestive fashion, gently pumping it in and out of your mouth, letting your lips drag across it and your tongue lap at the tip of it. You can feel Dabi’s eyes on you without turning to look at him. You just keep looking forward, at the tv, ignoring him as you suck on your popsicle.

Minutes tick by without a word passing between you. You’ve finished the popsicle and you’re waiting for him to retaliate. Will he perhaps spread out on the couch, letting his leg drape over your lap? Will he say something suggestive just to see if you blush? All the possibilities are exciting.

You can’t help yourself. You have to steal a glance at him to see what he’s up to. You try to be nonchalant as your eyes slide over to him, but what you see when that happens freezes you to the spot. Dabi is staring at you, making no attempt to be coy or subtle about it, and the look in his eyes is so intense that it’s almost frightening. It’s enough to make you wish you hadn’t glanced over, that you could still pretend you didn’t see it. Now that your eyes have met, you feel like you have to say something, anything, to break the tension. There’s a strange feeling at the pit of your stomach, a sense of danger coming from Dabi, an instinct to flee this situation immediately. But it has to be your imagination, right? After all, you two have been playing this game for months now.

“What is it? Did I get melted popsicle on my face or something?” you ask, trying to be casual and airy, desperate to change the mood in the room.

Dabi doesn’t reply to your question. His eyes are still fixed on you, and then suddenly he scoots across the couch and is right up against you. The move feels more hostile than his usual flirty teasing, and you’re immediately on edge, trying to scoot away from him but having no room to.

“Trying to run away?” he asks, an entirely joyless grin breaking across his face. “After working so hard to get me riled up?”

That’s when you glance down and notice the bulge in his pants, so big that it’s threatening to burst through the fabric. In the kitchen a few weeks ago, the sight had turned you on. Right now, it’s terrifying. You shake your head. “No, I… I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really?” he asks, and there’s a hint of anger in his tone. “You have no idea?”

You decide lying isn’t going to work, so you try honesty. “Okay, so I’ve been teasing you a little. You’ve been teasing me too. It’s fun, right?”

The grin disappears from his face, and he’s looking at you with something like contempt. “Yeah, at first. But I’m done playing. All that teasing had to lead somewhere, right? You didn’t think you could just get me worked up over and over again and then keep running away, did you?”

A wave of fear washes over you. The things he’s saying, the way he’s cornering you on the couch, the way he’s looking at you, they’re all triggering alarm bells in your mind. You start to get up from the couch, to get out of this situation, but Dabi grabs your arm and pulls you roughly back down. “What the hell, Dabi?” you ask, angry now as well as scared.

“You can’t keep doing this. You can’t be a tease forever. You want me, I can see it every time you look at me. Why do you keep pushing me away?”

You stare back at him, thinking over your answer. Yes, you do want him. You’ve been fantasizing about him fucking you almost from day one. You’ve even masturbated while thinking of him. But this is different from what you imagined, and just because you fantasize about something doesn’t mean you’re ready to have it happen. You’re scared, and that fear is outweighing any arousal you felt just minutes ago. “I… I’m just… not ready for this sort of thing,” you admit. “I do want you, but I want to get to know you first. I want to-”

Dabi suddenly cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, one of his hands is gripping a fistful of your hair to hold your head in place, and the other is holding onto your arm so tightly it hurts. You don’t struggle, you know there’s no point. Dabi is much stronger than you, and your quirk is more suited to support and information gathering than combat. And the passion and heat from the kiss is making you feel a little lightheaded. There’s a part of you that wanted this all along, wanted to be kissed by him.

He breaks away and looks you in the eyes, studying your reaction. Whatever he sees there encourages him to keep going. He reaches down and pulls up the bottom of your sweater, then pulls it over your head, leaving you in your bra. When he reaches around to unhook it, you panic and draw back, shoving yourself against the side of the couch. “Stop it!” you say, but Dabi doesn’t even seem to hear you. He gets both hands around your back and works at the clasp until your bra is unlatched, then he jerks it free of your body and tosses it on the floor.

Reflexively, you cover yourself with your arms, but Dabi grabs both your wrists and holds them back so that he can look at you. You blush crimson and look away from his face in embarrassment. Then, he lets go of your wrists and unbuckles his belt, opening his pants and pulling his fully erect cock free. “Since you seemed to like sucking that popsicle off so much, why not try it on me?”

Your eyes shift to his face in shock, but he’s smirking at you the way he always did when he was teasing you. Only this time, he’s not teasing. You glance down at his cock, standing straight up, imposing, a few staples here and there. For a moment, you’re not sure what to do, but then it occurs to you that if you pleasure him like this, he might not take this any further. Besides, you’ve thought about sucking his dick too many times to count. How bad could it be?

You slide off the couch and onto your knees in front of him as he spreads his legs and give you room. You look up at him, still hoping that this is somehow all a bad joke and he’ll tell you to stop. But he doesn’t, and you just want this to be over with, so you lean forward and lick the tip of his cock. You run your tongue all over it, then close your mouth around it. You expected it to smell bad, but the only scents you can identify are the faint charred smell that always accompanies Dabi and the strong-smelling body wash he tries to mask it with. You continue sucking him off, praying that he’ll cum soon and be satisfied. You’ve never sucked a dick before, but you’ve seen enough porn to get the basics right. Dabi is grinning as he watches you, one hand resting on your head. After a few minutes, he suddenly presses your head down, forcing his cock as far in as possible, and cums down your throat.

You choke and gag, but he doesn’t release you until he’s completely emptied himself in your mouth. When you do get to pull away, you’re coughing and spitting, but nothing is coming out. You already swallowed it all. You had no choice. But at least it’s over now. You wipe your mouth and stand up, one arm covering your breasts. Without a word, you turn to go to your room to clean up and get another shirt, but Dabi grabs your arm.

With a sinking feeling of dread, you look back at him. He’s still got that dangerous, intense look in his eyes as he says, “It wouldn’t be fair if I don’t return the favor.”

You try to pull your arm free but his grip is too firm. “No, I don’t want you to,” you say, panic rising in your voice. Dabi ignores your protests and jerks you back toward the couch, throwing you onto your back. Before you can even try to sit up, he’s pulled your shorts and underwear down your legs and over your feet, leaving your completely naked. You shriek and clamp your legs shut, but his hands on your knees force them apart. And then his head is between your thighs, his fingers spreading you open and his tongue lapping at your clit. You’re still wet from a few minutes earlier, when you were eating the popsicle and imagining what Dabi would do to tease you in return.

He glances up at you, grinning again. “If you really don’t want this, why are you drenched down here?”

You don’t answer him. Why bother? He wouldn’t understand or believe you anyway. His tongue is wet and warm, the stitches in it making just the right friction against your clit. You’ve dreamed about Dabi eating you out for months. But this is wrong. It’s all wrong. You imagine this must be what death row prisoners feel like when they’re eating their last meal. It’s everything they wanted and the food is delicious, but the circumstances surrounding that meal probably ruin it.

Oh no. You’re going to cum. You can feel it. You try desperately to suppress the feeling, to ignore the sensations, but you can’t. Dabi’s tongue and teeth keep grazing over such sensitive spots, and you can’t stop yourself. You gasp and arch your back as you climax, gripping the couch cushion beneath you. Dabi stops and stares at you, watching you tremble as your orgasm passes.

“Felt good, didn’t it?” he asks, looking smug.

You close your shaky legs. “Please, just let me go. Isn’t this enough?”

“No, it’s not,” he says in a cold voice, wrenching your legs apart again. You look down just in time to see his cock, fully hard again, shove all the way inside you. The shock of it takes your breath away for a moment. You can’t even scream. You just stare at him in horror.The pain is blinding, even though you were wet. But of course it is.

Dabi pulls out and looks down, mild confusion on his face. There’s a thin layer of blood coating his cock. “Seriously? You’re a virgin?”

You turn your face away, tears dripping from your eyes.

For a few seconds, he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. Then, you hear his voice say, “Sorry, but I can’t stop now.” And then he thrusts back into you, as roughly as before. You cover your face with your hands as you cry, from the pain, from the humiliation, from having your first time taken in such a horrible way by someone you would have given it to freely if he had just went about it a different way.

Dabi keeps pumping in and out of you, seemingly not caring at all how much it hurts you. After a while, he reaches up and pulls your hands away from your face. “Look at me,” he says, his voice low.

You do as he said, and meet his eyes. He’s looking down at you through his bangs, his blue eyes almost glowing. Ah, those beautiful eyes. The first thing about him you were so attracted to. Seeing them now only makes you feel even worse. He holds your gaze as he continues raping you, apparently wanting to watch the range of emotions on your face, probably somehow still convincing himself that you actually want this. You’re crying and trembling, but you don’t look away from him. There’s so much more he could do to you. Burn you. Maim you. Kill you. And so you go perfectly still, until he finally cums inside you.

When he’s done, he stands up and buttons his pants. He looks back at you, sprawled on the couch, blood and cum pouring out of you, too sore and weak to even close your legs, shaking with sobs. There’s a strange look in his eyes now, almost… apologetic? Is that pity? Guilt? At this point, you don’t even care. You’ll never forgive him for this. An hour ago, you were sure you were falling in love with this man. But he just destroyed every romantic daydream you’d ever had about him. You don’t even want to look at him.

He mumbles something, you don’t catch the words, and then he slips off his coat and drapes it over you. After that, he leaves the room, leaves you alone on the couch. It’s finally over.

#Dabi x Reader #Dabi x You #Dabi Smut #Dabi #Dabi Fanfiction #tw: rape

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can you make a 616 stephen fanfic w the song sweet by cigarettes after sex? :) i love your fanfics btw! they get me through my obsession 🤭

Sweet [Oneshot Request] || Doctor Strange x F!Reader.

Word count: 5.2K.

Summary: After sending Stephen a video of you wearing your new red lingerie. He wasted no time in latter you know how much he adores you.

Warning: SMUT OVER 18s ONLY. Oral (male and fem receiving), unprotected p & v sex, creampied, mild dom behaviour. Fluff/comfort.

A/N: RIP. I finally finished this request. I am so sorry this took so long dfilvbsd.

Standing in front of the window, you looked out into the clear cool night. Patches of clouds float through the starlit sky. You watched as a patch approached the nearly full moon. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. The air had the smell of freshly fallen rain. That always relaxed you somewhat. You opened your eyes and brought the glass of wine to your lips.

You took a sip in the light of the re-exposed moon and sighed quietly as a lazy cool breeze floated through the opened window. The breeze gently caressed your silk nightie and teased your freshly bathed skin.

You placed the glass on the sill and held the curtain up. Just as the curtain was securely tied to the side of the window, the moonlight hid behind another patch of cloud. You took a deep breath again and closed your eyes. You listened to the sounds of the night coming through your window.

You nearly cried out as you felt a warm pair of lips at the nape of your neck. You felt strong hands touch each of your arms. Then you felt his lips touch the side of your neck for another soft kiss.

"Hi." Stephen, your neighbour and your current boyfriend whispered quietly in your ear.

You formally met Stephen when both of you were coincidentally grocery shopping at the same time. It was ten at night and you just finished work; you stopped by to the snack aisle to grab chocolates and chips. However your favourite ones were at the top shelf, you've been there for a while hoping everyone in the aisle would just leave so you can jump up and get it without embarrassing yourself. 

Stephen on the other hand was standing at the end, totally aware of your problem after recognising you and trying to decide whether he should make a move and help you. Even though both of you knew each other by face for waving and greeting each other from your apartment window, he didn’t want to seem like a creep—but he did find you very attractive so that night he decided to take his shot.

Stephen wrote his phone number on a piece of paper before casually walking towards you and leaned up behind you, grabbing the box of treats you were trying to reach for and dropping it in your cart along with his number. He smiles at you and leaves without a word. By the expressions on your face, Stephen knew that you recognised him and your decision to text him back was the best decision of your life.

You didn't respond verbally, instead you leaned back slightly. You felt his warm hands leave your arms and touch your hips.

Stephen felt you lean back towards him. He leaned forward a bit to support you against him. He touched your hips with his hands but decided to hug you instead. He slid his hands over from your hips and clasped his hands in front of you. He then kissed your right shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" he whispered sweetly and quietly.

You weren't sure if it was the wine or his voice or the strength of his presence or a combination of all three but it felt good. You found herself closing your eyes and leaning your head back. Your right hand moved from the curtain to touch the side of his face.

Stephen felt your cool, soft hand on the side of his face. He kissed your shoulder again but this time he continued to kiss you. His lips moved from your shoulder up towards your neck. Slowly, his warm breath trailed its way along your smooth cool skin. You seemed to relax under the touch of his hot lips, pressing softly against you. He unclasped his hands and moved his right hand back to your hip. He placed his left palm gently on your stomach.

You felt his warm, almost hot, hand touch your stomach through your nightie. You felt yourself shiver with a sense of anticipation. Your hand, still touching his face, slid up into his hair as you felt his lips move up to your neck, massaging your skin.

He kissed you slowly and stopped as his lips reached the area where your neck and shoulder meet. He took a deep breath and lifted his lips from you.

He softly whispered, "You smell really good, y'know."

You shivered again as he whispered. You decided you were definitely feeling something. It was all triggered by his whispering voice. By his lips. By his touch. You felt his right hand travel up from your hip, slowly, almost teasingly. Your body responded to his moving hand by making you move slightly; leaning back, pressing yourself against him.

"You know that I'm obsessed with your body. I couldn't focus on teaching the new students at Kamar-taj because of that video you sent wearing that new red lingerie of yours. . ."

He felt your back press against his front. His hand moved past the side of your breast, barely touching his fingertips against her. He moved up under your right arm. He lowered his lips to the spot between your neck and shoulder, carefully resumed his kissing. His lips opened a little, kissing and massaging the skin on your neck. Slowly he moved up the side of your neck. His right hand, palm slowly sliding against the smooth skin of your arm moved towards your elbow.

"It’s my new favourite." 

You arched your neck towards the left as you felt his hot wet lips move up the side of your neck while he talks. 

"Do you want me to wear it for you tonight?" You let a soft sigh escape you as you felt his right hand caressing your arm. You didn't even know your skin was so sensitive there. Your body moved. Your legs shifted as you tried to steady yourself. Still leaning against him, you wanted to turn around and kiss him.

The man was incredibly handsome and undeniably sexy. His black hair and his infamous side streaks and goatee matched with his ocean blue eyes made any girl swoon. He stood at 6'2 with an amazing physique that the many hours he spent in training created. You began to reminisce on the first time you felt his full weight on top of you. It was the annual holiday party he hosted at his Sanctum and you took it upon yourself to tease Stephen all night. He then proceeded to drag you upstairs to his bedroom, throw you on the bed, and fuck you into the mattress. You clawed at his back throughout the whole experience, leaving scratch marks that took days to disappear.

You bite your lip and the memory before chastising yourself to focus on wearing that new lingerie in your walk-in closet, "Doctor?" You said gently. 

Stephen took a moment to drink in the vision in front of him. His eyes trailed up your toned legs accentuated by the straps attached on the stockings, your waist shown off by a red straps, and your breasts that were hidden behind the red lace that stuck to your skin so well, accentuating the rounded of them, and finally, his eyes came to rest of your breathtakingly beautiful face. If Stephen had his way, no one else would be allowed to lay their eyes on you. You were his to admire and his alone even if no one else knew it. 

"Come here." He said firmly and you obeyed. You walked towards the end of your bed where he sat and Stephen rose to meet you. You were close to his height, just a little over six feet due to the stilettos you had on. Immediately his hands cupped your neck and pressed his lips to yours. You let out a sigh of relief and felt yourself relax. You’ve been working all day just for this moment. Stephen's hands left your neck to cupped your breasts through the thin lays  that acted as your second skin. You gasped at the contact of his palms against your hardened nipples. Stephen pulled away from your kiss and looked down at you as he massaged your breasts. "Excited already, are we?"

"Wait until you feel me lower," You smiled. Without saying another word, Stephen spun you around so that your back firmly met his chest and lowered his touch and grazed his fingers over your cunt. He couldn't hold it in anymore and groaned. He reached out and pulled your hips into his. He rested his chin on your shoulder and his hands remained at your hips. You could feel his erection poking you in between your cheeks and grinned. He was excited too.

"Are you ready for me?" Stephen whispered in your ear and you nodded. "I want to hear it,"

"Yes sir," You answered. He planted a kiss on the nape of your neck before nudging your legs open with his feet and his left hand left your hip to venture between your thighs. His fingers ran the length of your slit, again feeling the wetness there. Pulling the lingerie aside his middle finger pushed inside, only up to the first knuckle, and gathered some of your juices. Stephen lifted the glistening finger for you to see.

"You're soaked," Stephen said before bringing the finger to his mouth and licking it clean. "Mmm and delicious as ever."

You turned around in his arms and kissed him, your fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Stephen's hand went up to your hair, pulling on the clip that was keeping your hair up. Your hair fell onto your shoulders but you were too occupied to notice. Your hands were busy feeling the hard muscles of Stpehen's abdomen. You decided to wander further down but he grabbed both of your wrists to stop you. You gasped and he tore his lips from yours.

"Kneel." He commanded. You obeyed once more and knelt to the ground, looking up at Stephen for the next command. "Suck my cock."

You did not hesitate and reached for his belt. You quickly did away with the belt and unzipped Stephen’s jeans. You maintained eye contact as you pushed his pants along with his boxers to be around his knees. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. You stroked your hand up and down his shaft as you sucked on the tip. Your tongue swirled around the bulbous head, sucking somewhat harder, stroking him somewhat faster.

As you took a short breath, you sighed on his cock, bringing his full length deep into your mouth, and a muffled moan vibrated on his cock. You didn't waste a second bobbing your head back and forth every time you pulled back from his shaft, sucking hard. Your hand grew wet from his saliva-covered dick, creating a sexy squishy noise from you jerking him off into your mouth. Your free hand clung to his thigh, squeezing your fingertips tightly against the lean muscle. You looked up at him, dragging his cock from your hot mouth. You smirked, bringing his rigid pole back into your mouth willingly, sucking his cock hard until your mouth formed a perfect suction around him.

Stephen's breath caught in his throat the moment your lips sealed around the tip of his cock. Your bottom lip and tongue skimming over his tip's sensitive underside made him shiver with desire. He sighed, closing his eyes as you  worked up and down his rigid length with your hand, coaxing him into your mouth further. 

"Fuck," He grunted, opening his eyes as his length vanished between your wet lips. The vibrations from your throat vibrated across his hard cock as you moaned, resonating down into his groin. It has always been a turn on how easily you were able to accommodate so much of his erection in your mouth. He tugged on your hair, rocking his hips against your mouth instinctively.

You had to admit that the sounds coming from Stephen's mouth sounded so fucking hot. Each moan and groan raised your ego little by little. It was quite the turn-on knowing you were making him squirm and pant with want. You sucked a little harder on his cock every time he pulled on your hair. Your mouth filled tightly with his thickness, almost not fitting completely, but you took every inch and loved every second of it as time went by. You could feel his head pressing deeper past your soft lips as his hips began rocking into your  mouth. You lifted your mouth from his cock, needing a breather.

You took a little breath before guiding his shaft back into your mouth, bobbing your head with vigour. As you pumped your hand up and down his length, you twisted your wrist even more. You pushed your free hand between his thighs, grasping his balls that hung underneath his cock, softly massaging them in your palm. You were very determined to do a damn good job, just as you always do during a workday. Not bad, just wasn't going to cut it.

Stephen groaned deep in the back of his throat when you took his erection back into your mouth and wrapped a handful of your hair around his knuckles. The sensation of your fist twisting around him as you sucked his hard cock left him speechless. A soft gasp left Stephen's full lips as you brushed against his sensitive balls with your fingertips, lightly rubbing them. 

"That's so good," He said as he slowly maneuvered his hips back and forth to fuck your mouth. You felt a small swell of pride in yourself hearing him groan how good of a job you were doing, working his thick cock. You felt his head bumping the back of your throat as his hips pumped faster into your mouth. You grunted each time his shaft pushed back into your waiting mouth, slightly jerking your knees on the carpeted floor. 

You could tell he was fully enjoying your perfected oral skills by the way he continued to thrust past your wet lips. Stephen indulged in your skills for a bit longer before feeling a tightness within his balls. If he didn't stop you now he might cum and he wasn't nearly finished with you yet. 

"Get up here." He breathed, playfully tugging your hair to get you up to your feet. Once on your feet, he stood as well and his hands guided your hips to hit the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to fulfil your promise?" You smiled.

"I only make promises I can keep," Stephen lifted you into the air momentarily before setting you down on the bed, pushing your shoulders so you'd lay down. He leaned over you and kissed you softly on your stomach, the muscles trembling slightly, before moving down towards your eagerly awaiting pussy. Reflexively you lifted your legs and placed your feet on Stephen’s shoulders once he kneeled. You let out a tiny gasp when you felt his hot breath over your centre and rolled your hips upwards towards his mouth. You stopped moving when Stephen gripped your thighs, "Don't move."

"Please Stephen," You whined but stayed still.

He licked from your opening to your clit and stopped. "Have you been thinking about me?" He asked.

You whined again. "Yes, I've been thinking about you all day."

"Good," Stephen said before swirling his tongue around your clit. Finally. You cried in your mind but let out a moan verbally. You fought hard to maintain your stillness but didn't bother to control your mouth. You moaned and whimpered as loudly as you could to let Stephen know how much you were enjoying this.

Stephen grinned when he heard the noises you were making in response to the game his tongue was playing with your clit. He was flicking, sucking, and licking on the pink nub to his heart's content. "Do you like that?" He said coyly as he pressed his finger against your opening.

"Yes, more please." you groaned and spread your legs wider trying to expose as much of yourself to him as possible. You reached above your head and gripped the sheets of the bed, arching your back as you did. Stephen groaned when your mound pressed against his mouth, causing a vibration to run through your body and you had to tighten your grip but moaned at the sensation. Stephen's hand pushed your thigh harder against the bed for you to stay still, causing your back to stop arching, and continued to lap at your folds. His cock was rock solid from tasting your juices on his tongue, enthralled that he was the cause. 

He looked up for a moment and saw your perked up nipples rise and fall with your breathing and moaned again. This time Stephen's hands left your thighs to hold your breasts and squeeze them. At that same moment, his tongue entered your hole and began to fuck you with it. You gasped as Stephenpushed his tongue in and out of your soaked centre, drinking your wetness with every push. You were trying to control yourself but the speed at which you were approaching your orgasm was threatening your resolve. "Stephen—oh my god,"

Stephen felt you squirming under his tongue and it made him smile. The way your breathing get heavier he knew you were close to cumming. His hands, which were still on your breasts, massaged the masses and rolled your nipples under the lace. Stephen's technique was working and it wasn't long before you were whimpering, teetering off the edge. Stephen lifted his mouth from your core momentarily to spit into your cunt before diving right back in. 

You groaned at the sound and the sensation as he sank his tongue inside you, tasting your hot juices as they slipped out to meet his lips. Any other thoughts that were running through your mind were driven aside by the sensation of his tongue thrusting deeper into your wet cunt. The sensuous sound of your gasps and groans echoed throughout the vast bedroom, and Stephen grinned.

Stephen slid his hands from your breasts and laid one arm across your hips, keeping you pinned to the bed. He pulled back and spread your puffed lips with his fingers. You looked at Stephen as he suddenly leaned up and put two of his fingers against your lips. Immediately, you sucked them into your mouth and coated his fingers with your saliva. He retracted his fingers and rubbed your slit for a moment before pushing both of his fingers into your waiting pussy. When his fingers pushed forward, Stephen reattached his lips to your clit. Your hips tried to buck but Stephen's arm kept you in place. His mouth and fingers felt amazing and you were desperate for more. His fingers curled inside of you and he began to push back and forth against your g-spot and it did not take long for you to orgasm.

"Stephen! I'm cumming!" You gasped and your back arched off the mattress. You gushed on his fingers and the bed while your toes curled. You were seeing stars as Stephen continued to finger you during and after your orgasm. When you were finally lucid, you whimpered at Stephen's continued strokes. He finally slowed and withdrew his fingers. He held them up and they glistened with your juices.

Stephen locked eyes with you as he licked his fingers clean. You moaned and pulled him by his shirt collar and locked your lips in a kiss. You did away with the shirt and wrapped your arms around his neck. You could taste yourself on Stephen's tongue, making you moan. Your hands grabbed his erection that was poking your stomach. Stephen groaned at the contact and broke the kiss but pushed his hips forward, causing you to begin jerking him off. One hand stroked while the other stayed around Stephen's neck so you could stay close to each other.

"I want to be inside you," He moaned in your ear. You felt yourself get wetter if that was even possible. You pulled back and let go of Stephen's cock. You laid back on the table and pulled your knees to your chest before opening them, exposing yourself fully to your boyfriend.

"Fuck me then," You challenged. 

Stephen didn't back down and lined his cock up with your opening. He pushed the first few inches in and you sighed. The familiar feeling of Stephen's veiny cock slowly spreading your pussy wide was heavenly. He eased every inch inside of you until his balls were pressed against your ass. You looked up into Stephen's piercing blue eyes and nearly came. His eyes were swirling with lust but he was still staring straight into your soul. At that moment, it felt like Stephen could see every part of your soul and the feeling was transformative. You were so lost in Stephen's eyes you barely registered that he pulled out until he suddenly thrust forward. 

"Oh fuck!" you cried wantonly, throwing your head back.

Stephen stayed buried inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and slamming back into you. He began to rock his hips slowly, creating a slow torturous pace for both of you. Stephen closed his eyes, the warmth and tightness of you were overwhelmingly delicious. You moaned when Stephen began to thrust in and out of you, your breasts bouncing with every movement. You pivoted your hips upwards, creating a new feeling for the both of you. He groaned when you did and dug his fingers harder into your sides. You just knew there would be bruises tomorrow, but who cares? Just like everything else you and Stephen did, it was going to be in a place that no one else would ever see. Stephen shuddered at the feeling of being buried deep inside you. Your walls were a velvety embrace that he was so desperately craving all day and he could tell you missed him too. 

"You're so beautiful," When Stephen said this, he yanked your body even harder into his as the severity and speed of his thrusts escalated. With each pull of his impressive cock, you whimpered deep in your throat. Your clit was still throbbing from your previous climax and pulsed in little beats. Whenever Stephen brushed his fingertips across the pink bud, you rasped a sharp moan, shivering visibly at the slightest contact. "I know baby, I know it feels good."

Stephen's confidence extended far beyond his sex life, it was in all aspects of his life; it is what drew you to him in the first place. He always had an air of confidence about him which was enticing to you when you first caught eyes from your windows. When you first slept together and you experienced the confident Stephen Strange in the bedroom, you knew you would never be able to quit him. You were so caught up in your thoughts that when Stephen cupped your breasts, you visibly jumped and your nipples grew harder at the contact. He paused for a second and leaned over your body. "Focus on me and how good I feel inside of you," Stephen demanded.

"Yes Doctor. Sorry, Doctor." You apologised. He didn't say anything but he captured your lips in another kiss. You held his face in your hands as Stephen continued to pound away at your body while you kissed. Stephen's lips returned to your neck, kissing you and nibbling on your flesh between his teeth. One of his hands was still rolling and pulling on your nipple, while the other held your neck in place. The noises that can only be described as mewling that escaped your mouth only further encouraged Stephen's pace. Every time you thought he couldn't push his cock any further into you, he surprised you with a more forceful buck of his hips. Your hands gripped the sheets above your head, keeping yourself stable on the bed during Stephen's onslaught of thrusts. You could hardly catch your breath as the sensations of his cock pumping into you and his hands groping your slender body overpowered you.

Stephen grinned and kissed your lips once more. You pushed your body off the mattress, wrapped your arms around Stephen's shoulders, and kissed him back. Your bodies couldn't be any closer and you could feel your hearts beating in unison. Stephen was hitting the perfect spot inside of you and you could feel your orgasm approaching again. "Please Stephen, I'm so close," You whimpered when your lips parted for a moment.

"I'll get you there baby, I always do." Stephen ran his hand through your hand and you resumed your kiss. There's the confidence you knew and adored. Just his words brought you closer to completion.

You shuddered at the sensation. "Stephen..." you said. You weren’t whining or begging, you just had to say his name. Stephen tilted your head upwards towards your and placed his hand on your throat. While staring into your eyes his other hand ventured between you and began to rub your clit. Your abdomen immediately clenched and you took a deep breath.

"Does this feel good?" You nodded in response. His grip tightened around your throat. "Answer me, baby."

"Yes!" you choked out. "Yes, that feels amazing Stephen."

"You know I love it when you say my name don't you?" He smiled. "Hearing my name fall from your lips is the sexiest thing in the world."

"And I love saying your name," You said as you felt yourself get closer to an orgasm.

"Say it again," He commanded.

"Stephen," His hips pulled back before pushing forward, sliding his cock in and out.

"Again,"

"Stephen," He slid out again before slamming back in.

"Again,"

"Stephen," Another thrust.

"Again,"

"Stephen!" You tore your mouth from Stephen's and let out a primal scream as your orgasm tore through you. You's nails dug into the back of Stephen's neck and your walls clamped down on his cock as it spasmed in the height of your climax. With another thrust you came, squirting around his pulsating member. Your body was trembling but he paid no mind and built up a rhythm to get himself off. It only took another minute of thrusting before Stephen was on the verge of his ejaculation. The head of his cock hit your g-spot again and this time it was over. Much to your surprise, you felt Stephen's cock swell inside of you and coat your walls with warm, thick seeds. His body stilled as rope after rope of cum shot into you. When he finished, he didn't pull out but instead stayed buried deep inside you. Stephen rocked his hips back and forth, fucking his cum deeper into you. 

Stephen kissed your neck as his cock finally went soft inside of you. He eased his cock out of your body and watched with satisfaction as his loads leaked out of you. He smacked your ass before stating "Let's get cleaned up, shower?” He suggested and you nodded. He picked you up off the bed and he reached out and took your hand in his. You intertwined your fingers and he led you towards the shower just like the beginning of your day. You watched him turn the water on and test the temperature with his hand. He stepped into the glass enclosure and the water began to cascade over his body. You got in after removing your lingerie and let the warm water cover your body. You sighed as the water instantly eased your tense muscles. His eyes never wandered from yours and you smiled at him before turning around.

Stephen wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, planting soft kisses on your shoulders, “You make me so happy it literally hurts my heart, darling.” 

You wrapped your arms over his arms and leaned your head back against his chest, the water warming the both of you, “As long as it’s a good hurt.”

“Trust me it’s one I haven’t felt in a while.” Stephen craned his neck and kissed you firmly on the cheek with a massive smooching sound, “I love you.”

“I love you too—now can we please finish cleaning up because we get excited again?” 

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You wake up and feel safe in his arms. You look over, his hair tousled, his nostrils flaring slightly, matching his slow, breathing pattern in his sleep. You snuggle up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeat slowly catching up to him, as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to our warm touch. Even though both of your bodies are hidden by the blankets, you can still make out his silhouette thanks to the low light that is leaking in.

The light made body shine, very little beads of sweat glistening on his small forehead. His lips, softer than the softest thing you can think of.. you couldn’t think of anything better to do than kiss them.  You move your fingers down the length of his trapezius muscle, and then move them down to his deltoids.

You kiss his cheek lightly, and close your eyes for a second, silently inhaling and exhaling. When you open them, you see him slowly opening his eyes, like a baby opening its eyes for the first time. A smile slides across his face, his gorgeous blue eyes staring back at you.

You press your chest against his, your heartbeat starting to pace with his again. You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with his. Our lips meet at the slightest and softest touch, then they part.

“Good morning, beautiful.” You hear Stephen’s voice say. You’re so engulfed in your passion for him, that you don’t even realise his lips moving. You smile at him, playing with his hair lightly. 

“I love you..” You finally say, slowly and Stephen laughs, you feel his vibrations on your cheek and you tilt your head slightly, “What’s so funny?”

“All the things they say about love, it’s true.. You know how I know? Because I get to wake up in your arms every morning. You prove it to me every single day, by not doing a single thing, except being here in the morning. That’s all you have to do, and my day is already going to be just fine.” He smiled, and kissed your nose. “I think you’re my soul-mate.” he said. 

“What makes you say that?” you asked curiously.

“Well, I love you. You wanna know why? Because I don’t have to work at being happy when I’m with you. Any time with you is the right time. Nothing is ever wrong if you’re by my side. What I feel for you seems so inhuman at times. You make me into this person I’ve never been before, a person I’m proud to be. The same me that I love, you love as well… that’s amazing. I’m not the easiest person to love and you make it seem like a walk in the park.”

You laid there for a while longer, looking for more words to say. But maybe it’s true what they say, that silence is golden, because the look in his eyes told you everything you’d ever wanted to hear.

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