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And they were Rommates (part 18)

A/N: Ok so, a bit of a cool, chill chapter. I've been a bit mean to you. So a bit of a nice calm moment. I swear it's because i'm nice. I'm nice, i swear.

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ CONTENT.

You blinked open your eyes. It was dark outside. You noticed it immediately. You also noticed that Simon wasn't with you. You stretched your limbs, you were sore. You were still wearing the bunny suit. Blushing, you reviewed in mind the reaction Simon had. You giggled to yourself before deciding you were hungry.

Simon was a master of aftercare. He cleaned you up, brought water, asked if you wanted snacks, and then it was cuddle time. Turns out you fell asleep this time. Getting up slowly, you hopped your way out of the bedroom and into the hallway. You were wearing the bunny headband, that you were sure you had lost when you were railed up.

Simon must have put it back on your head while you slept and that made you melt. The house was quiet. You wondered where the boys were, especially Simon.

Once you reached the end of the stairs you hopped to the living room area twirling around in the pretty dress.

Eyes. Looking at you. Many. You yelped, jumping.

"What the fuck guys! Why are you creeping like that?!" You yelled.

Simon stood, leaning back against the counter arms crossed while the squad, price included, sat at the large table.

"This is why you got us out of the house!" Soap said, offended.

Riley had jumped as soon as he had heard you yelp, you were trying to handle the big boy trying to receive pets from you.

Gaz laughed, Price chuckled under his breath. Konig looked slightly embarrassed.

Simon was eyeing you confidently. You'd thought he'd be somehow jealous or would want to hide you. Instead he looked proud. He was gushing over you, and proudly showing what's his. You felt yourself get warm.

"Just… got down to get a snack. Continue… whatever you guys are doing."

You walked over to the kitchen feeling Simon's stare as you walked.

"Actually… captain. I got places to be." Soap interjected, getting up and smoothing his jacket.

You noticed he was indeed well dressed and pampered.

"Well, where are you going young man?" You teased as you grabbed something from the fridge.

"I'm taking Margo and Tyler out to dinner, and then we're going to the arcade." He said with a big grin.

You gasped and jumped happily to the counter.

"No way!! You asked her out!"

"I asked them out. I have to win them both." He said, a tiny bit of stress in his voice.

"Oh don't worry. I think Tyler loves you already." Gaz added.

You smiled happily at him.

"What made you move sergeant?" Price asked, visibly curious.

"Well." He started, turning his face to you. "Someone told me that we shouldn't waste time. Because things happen, and then we don't get to see our plans happen." He finished with a soft smile.

You blushed, half embarrassed, avoiding Simon's gaze at all cost. Soap ran to you, kissing your cheek before running off. You were captivated by your drink.

"Actually sir… I…I… have to go too…"

You looked up at Konig's voice, eyes wide.

"Don't tell me you have a date too…" Price looked slightly shocked yet arbourded a wide smile on his face.

"I.. I'm going to watch a movie with Grim.. I-I'll be right in front so if you need-"

"No Konig it's alright. Enjoy your movie night." You said in a soft voice.

His eyes wrinkled behind the mask before he waved and started walking away.

"Wait! Comin' with ya. Gonna see if Aquila and Richard are up to some gaming tonight." Gaz said, standing up and running off behind Konig.

Simon seemed to chuckle before turning around facing you. Thank God the counter was separating you two because you just wanted to kiss that man, by the simple way he looked at you.

"Some coffee captain?" You asked, eyes not leaving Simon.

"Gladly but I don't want to hold the candles." He joked.

"You'll be alright Price. Get a coffee with us and then you can run off." Simon added, heading to the coffee machine to prepare said coffee.

Price sighed but accepted. He rose to his feet, walking to the counter taking a seat in front of you. You looked up at him, a small smirk on your lips.

"I know what you want to ask." He said with a smile.

"Do you?" You said in the same tone.

"Yes I do"

"I haven't said a thing."

"I can see it, so go on. Ask."

"Do you want me to ask?" You teased.

"It doesn't matter-" he started.

"Why aren't you with Elizabeth tonight?" Simon rang from behind you, making you choke on your drink.

Price suddenly looked embarrassed. Simon walked back to the counter, putting two cups of coffee down, and a snack for you that you happily accepted.

"Simon. It's…"

"Complicated?" He joked.

Price sighed again.

"What's so complicated?" You asked.

"She's… half my age."

"So?" Simon questioned.

"So. She deserves better. Someone who'll take her on dates, full of energy. Not someone who'll come home and get dinner and sit on the couch watching TV before going to bed."

"I've seen you run faster than Johnny on missions." Simon said, annoyance peaking through his eyes.

You chuckled again.

"You're all but old Price. And you're a gentleman." You tried.

"I think that's not enough." He answered.

"That's not up to you to decide." Simon interupted.

You blinked looking at him.

"Someone, informed me. That it wasn't up to us to decide if they care or not." He finished lifting his mask to take a sip of his coffee.

Price looked at you and you tried to look away.

"You do teach good things to my boys." He teased. It made you smile.

"Perhaps it's time I teach you something and you listen." You finally said. "John. Elizabeth is a sweet girl. She's calm. She's strong. She's head over heels with you." Price looked taken aback. "You need to stop being an idiot and start letting yourself live. It won't kill you to try things with her. I'm asking you to take her out on a date, you clearly both want to. You don't have to ask her to marry you tonight." You teased.

You were almost sure you heard Simon laugh under his breath. Price looked amused.

"Well… maybe you're right… but how do I do that?"

"Be yourself. Chicks dig that as gaz would say." Simon said, taking another sip.

"Do chicks dig that? Yeah. Yeah they do." You teased.

Price seemed to think for a few long seconds before he downed the rest of his coffee and got up.

"I hope she likes grilled meat. There's a pub grill that I've been dying to try…" he said.

He still looked stressed as he put on his coat.

"She'll love it. Just don't overthink this. Enjoy yourselves." You said with a reassuring smile.

"Yeah. I fucked it up by overthinking at the beginning…. Don't do that." Simon said, suddenly very serious.

You felt a ping in your heart. You remembered your first fights. When he had left for missions without a word. You felt sad for a second and he noticed it.

"I'm sorry baby I-.."

He leaned down letting his forehead touch yours as he held you in his arms now.

"It's ok. It's gone. We made it Simon." You answered with a smile before turning your heads to look at Price.

"You two are amazing together. I'm happy for both of you." He said truly, making you smile. "Now start making babies." He finished, making you gasp and then bite your lip as he walked out on that note.

"Such a good idea…"

You snapped your head back to Simon.

"Simon!"

He kissed you in a chuckle.

"How about… a date night for us too?" He proposed.

"Hmmm… what did you have in mind?" You asked excitedly.

"Well… how about, video games, pizza, and then… I'll make love to you until all you can think of is my name." He whispered, looking deeply into your eyes.

You took a second to breath, biting your lip, his eyes following the movement.

"That sounds amazing…"

The next morning the house was buzzing. Everyone was there, Kate included but except Melissa and Amy. It was Sunday and everyone had come over for a barbecue at lunch.

Summer was finally here. The warm sun, the heat. It felt great. Of course, the house had a summer pool in the backyard, covered by wood floors in the colder months. Everyone was stoked. Tyler and Soap ran around playing with water guns, Gaz, Konig, Grim and Richard following the move. Price and Simon were at the grill while you sat at the table with Elizabeth and Margo.

"So how was your date?" You asked, looking at Margo.

"Weeelllll. It was… honestly very nice. It was chill, fun, and I really enjoyed myself." She started.

"And?" 'Liza asked.

"And… I think… I don't know. But the way Tyler and him just get along so well… you know? The arcades were the best moment. I haven't seen Tyler so happy in a very long while." She explained.

"I haven't seen you this happy in a long while." You commented softly.

She smiled.

"I'm so happy for you…" Liza said.

You nodded at her words.

"What about you Liz? How was it?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Wait! No way!" Margo interrupted with wide eyes but a playful grin on her face.

"Well…" she started as she blushed, throwing a look at Price.

You noticed, of course, the little look the man shared with her, the little smile.

"Oh. my. god. You have. To tell us." Margo half whispered. You giggled.

"It was amazing. We went to eat, and he was so nice. It was a bit… stressful at the beginning because… he showed up out of nowhere yesterday night. He asked if perhaps I was hungry and I'd like to dine with him… I swear I didn't know where to put myself. I… was blushing so hard!" She told the both of you before hiding her face in her hands.

Margo was hyping her up, jumping in her seat.

"And and and??" She pushed.

"And… I accepted. I wanted to get dressed properly but… he said I looked beautiful, and I shouldn't stress about it."

"I knew it, that old asshole has Rizz." You commented, making her chuckle.

"The diner was… really nice. We talked very comfortably… he didn't try to hide. He was a bit uncomfortable with how young I was but… we talked about it. Turns out… we're seeing each other again tonight we're doing something calm… at his house."

Margo was now a mess, she looked like we had informed her she had won the jackpot at a casino. She was gathering almost everyone's attention, especially Tyler and Soap.

"Hey! What's making you so happy mama?" Soap asked with a wink, Tyler jumping next to him.

"The both of you. You're both making me so happy!" Margo answered with a smile.

Tyler cheered, hugging his mom before giving Soap a high five. You laughed a bit, taking Liz's hand in yours, giving her a reassuring smile. You got up still holding her hand making her follow you. You walked towards the big grill. Simon had a way to watch you every time you moved that made you want to fall on your knees for him.

"Hello ladies." Price greeted.

You could see from the corner of your eye Liz smiled and looked down.

"So. How have you treated my girl John?" You asked, taking a very motherly tone.

"Well… I hope I was a gentleman.." he answered with a little smile.

"Oh you were! Don't pay attention to her! She's always like this…" Liz whined, pushing you a bit with her shoulder, earning another laugh from you.

You let her go, walking towards Simon who immediately wrapped his arms around you. Liz walked to Price, standing next to him. Simon dropped a kiss on top of your head. Today he wore a balaclava. Aquila had found another facemask that would hide the lower part of his face, a skull print on it but he wasn't entirely comfortable with it yet. He was getting a bit more comfortable not wearing a mask at home, though it was still rare. You wouldn't push him, it didn't matter to you, behind closed doors, you had all of him.

It was a beautiful day, yes. But something still bothered you.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked.

"Melissa isn't here yet. She's not usually late…" you said.

"Why don't you call her? Ease your mind." He said.

You nodded before kissing his cheek and separating. You took out your phone, pressing 'call'. The phone rang, again and again, before it hung up. You frowned looking at your phone. You were going to dial again when you received a text.

Hey Darling! So sorry! Amy is sick… she's sleeping right now, can't answer… probably won't make it today.

"Oh…" you let out.

"What's wrong?" Simon asked from behind you.

"Amy's sick… they won't be able to make it…" you let out.

"Well… at least we know why. Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah… we should pass by later tonight to check up on them."

"We will."

You smiled up at him again.

"Come on everyone! Let's eat!" Price called everyone.

The afternoon went by smoothly, everyone decided to get down for a monopoly. Though you were too much, teams were therefore created. Soap, Margo and Tyler. Konig and Grim. Gaz, Áquila and Car Keys. Price and Liz. You and Simon.

You hadn't fully grasped the actual warning Simon had given you when you had first moved in. Konig was yelling in German at Gaz in only 30 minutes. Car keys tried to back him up. Soap and his team kept ending up in jail, Tyler found it really funny. You and Simon were just trying to have fun while chaos bloomed. Price and Liz were at the top of the board. Turns out they made a wonderful team together.

It went on for hours until everyone decided to stay for dinner. You had decided to text Melissa then.

Hey! How's Amy doing? Do you need something? I can pass by real quick.

Hey thank you but that won't be necessary. She's really tired and cranky. Just trying to get her to rest.

Alright… please call if you need anything.

Thank you.

You frowned at your phone. You felt like something was off. The way she texted you. Perhaps Amy had really come up with something that worried her.

"Y/N."

You jumped, spinning around.

"Simon!"

"I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

"You are too sneaky sometimes…" you giggled.

"What's wrong. You were frowning…"

"Melissa… refused my help. She said Amy's too tired." You answered with a frown.

"Alright. Tell me why it worries you."

"Usually… She always needs help, or at least accepts it. It feels a bit off."

"Calm down darling, perhaps she's tired herself. Remember when you had to take care of Soap?"

You laughed a bit. Yes you did remember. He nuzzled you, holding you close. You heard the laughs, the yells and the conversations behind you. You felt at peace. Finally.

"Simon…"

He hummed in response.

"I love you. Thank you, for being part of my life." You whispered only for his ears.

"I love you too. Thank you, for building me a home."

You felt yourself fall even more for him. Yes. Home. This is what it felt like.

"Hey, love birds!" Soap called, gaining your attention.

"You got time to cuddle, come spend time with us!"

You chuckled again while Simon sighed. You still decided to join them. Night fell, you improvised dinner and then decided on another board game. You excused yourself to the kitchen after losing and surrendering. You were cleaning a bit around when someone walked in.

Simon stood, phone in hand, eyeing your body up and down. He tilted his head, making you chuckle. You felt warm just feeling his gaze over you. He tapped on his phone, throwing a few glances at you. You frowned but couldn't help but smile.

"What are you doing Simon?" You asked.

He stepped closer, tapping a bit more before turning the phone to you.

There, on a website, was written 'purchase confirmed.' . You looked at the article's eyes opening wide. Maid outfit, cat outfit, angel, devil and a cow one.

"Simon… what is this?" You blushed heavily.

He chuckled, dropping his phone, arms wrapping around you.

"Well. Turns out I found the receipt for the bunny suit. Searched for the name and they have a website."

He nuzzled in your neck. Your hands on his forearms, head falling back to give him access.

"Thought about buying more cute outfits I can fuck you in. Fuck… wear them around the house, cooking, watching TV, sleeping…"

You bit your lip at his words.

"Simon… you liked it that much?"

He had lifted his mask, now biting down on your neck, leaving cute little marks behind.

"I loved it. You look beautiful, adorable. I'd change your entire closet for cute pretty outfits if you'd wear them for me everyday."

"You're addicted sir…" you teased.

"It's my second order…" he whispered against your neck.

You wanted to scold him, say something, but he bit down on your neck, hard, making you whimper. He sucked a bit, making sure to leave a little mark. He chuckled at your little moans the way you turned to a whinny mess in his arms. He dropped a kiss to your lips before stepping back.

He was about to turn and walk away but no. Now you were horny. And you wanted him. You grabbed his t-shirt making him stop. He looked down at your hands, eyes amused. You stepped closer to him, softly pushing him back against the counter. He let you, enjoying your little show of dominance.

You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing him shake his head a bit, stretching his neck. He loved it. Your eyes on him. You let your hands caress his chest up and down. Tip toeing you kissed him softly, teasingly. His hands rose to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You separated, only a few inches from his lips. You let the tip of your tongue lick his lips teasing him.

"Fuck…" he cursed.

You chuckled, stepping back and starting to walk away. He quickly shut that down, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him. One hand on your lower back, the other lost in your hair, he kissed, tongues clashing. He groaned against you as you moaned to him.

This time you were the one backed against the counter. You wanted more. You could feel him, hard, against your stomach.

"Simon… please…" you whined.

"I love it when you're whinny like this." He provoked while you whined again against his lips. "Tell me what you want… use your words."

You bit your lip. You knew that if you wanted it, you had to say it. It was hard to understand why you currently felt like this. Like you were on fire. Like needing him right now was vital. You were wet already, from the little interaction.

"Please sir… fuck me.." you pleaded.

"Fuckin hell… bunny." He cursed again.

He kissed you once more before picking you up. He walked to the living room table putting you down next to it. Letting his hands roam your body made you feel like you were going insane. Yes. It really was odd. You had absolutely no patience for games. You reached for his belt unbuckling it. You heard him chuckle mockingly.

"Simon!" You whined, getting frustrated.

"Hey… hey." He frowned. "Look at me bunny."

You obeid, eyes pleading.

"What's wrong love… so impatient right now." He questionned.

"I… I don't know… but I need you so much… I feel like I'm burning…" you explained.

"Don't remember seeing you this needy, but by all means… I'm thrilled to help." He growled.

He spun you around, pushing you down on the table softly. A shiver ran down your spine. Your shorts and panties were quickly pulled down. His belt clicked again, this time as he pulled his cock out. His hand reached your folds, fingers coated in your juices.

"Fuck… baby, you're really wet for me." He groaned again.

He teased you, fingers grazing against your clit, making your hips buckle to meet his fingers. They traveled closer to your folds, slowly passing through, letting a finger slip in. You moaned, trying to push your hips back onto him. You knew he was pumping himself at the sight. You wiggled your hips taunting him.

He pulled his finger out, spanking your ass cheek as a punishment, making you yelp but giggle. He finally positioned himself at your entrance but didn't move.

"Darling. Are you sure? Not scared that someone could walk in?" He teased.

It hadn't even crossed your mind. You two were in the middle of the living room, fucking on the table, while all your friends were outside playing a board game. But your mind was screaming it. Your body ached for it.

"I'm going to let you decide Y/N." Your name made you shiver. His voice had such a power on you. "Whenever you want, you can lean back, and slip my cock inside you. I'll fuck you like you need it bunny. But you can stop too-"

You didn't wait for him to finish, your hazy mind lost. You let yourself fall back onto him, inching his hard cock inside.

"Ah fuck…"

You moaned at his curse. He was right, fuck it was amazing. You felt so full when your ass finally slammed against him. He immediately grabbed your hips, taking control. His pace was slow at first, taking enormous pleasure at torturing you. For your greatest pleasure, he quickly lost his own patience. His pace quickened, making the table shake.

You were trying really hard not to be too loud, but you weren't sure you were making a good job at it. He wrapped his arm over your stomach lifting you up. His palm rested on your lower stomach. Your feet had left the floor, but now it felt deeper, and he would hit that sweet little spot inside you. You felt overwhelmed. You wanted to cry.

Your orgasm built up so fast you couldn't see it coming.

"Simo.. si… gonna.." you tried.

"I know. Baby. Cum." He ordered.

You moaned loudly, trying to muffle it with your hands as you completely shattered around him. He refused to stop, pounding you, his other hand reaching for your sensitive bud.

"Si!" You whined loudly.

You felt your legs shake. You felt overstimulated, but your mind was a mush, and if he wanted to use right now, fuck you'd let him.

"Good girl… gonna give me another one..?" He asked against your ear.

You didn't know if you could, you felt the tears running down your cheeks. You wanted to. It burnt. You heard something, making you freeze.

"Hey. Hey. Focus on me." He ordered.

"But…si-"

"On my voice. Focus on my voice." He whispered against your ear. "Close your eyes. And focus on me."

You obeid, feeling him slow his pace, longer, deeper thrusts as he teased your clit softly.

"Good girl… such a good girl…" he praised, making you clench around him. "Fuck… you take me so well… you were made for me bunny." You cursed under your breath, you were really trying to keep it quiet but right now, it was overwhelming.

He was still lifting you up, but he pushed you higher on the table, letting you go. One arm remained around your waist, making sure to play with your clit, while the other reached for your jaw. His arm nestled between your breasts, his fingers teasing your lips. He was still slowly fucking you, making sure to pump himself almost out and then back in deep. You opened your mouth, two fingers slipping in.

"If you feel like it's too much… fuck… like you want to be loud… want to sing for me… suck on them."

You were slowly losing it. The pace, his hand around your jaws, fingers in your mouth, cock buried deep inside you, his voice… dripping honey to you.

"You feel so good… so tight. Will you cum for me again…?"

You sucked on his fingers, your hands wrapping around his wrist. You moaned, whined, whimpered, hoping he'd understand how much you needed it. You didn't need to say much. He knew it.

"Oh… fuuuck… Bunny. Do you want me to fill you up?"

Those words. It made your eyes roll back. The thought of it. Was it your hormones? What… who cared. You kept sucking and licking his fingers, drool falling down your chin, wetting his hand. You whined repeatedly, little 'please' 'beg you' 'cum inside me' falling like a curse from your lips. His hips slammed into your, meeting your begs and pleads. You felt your orgasm ready to crunch over you.

"Please… lieutenant…" you moaned, making him groan.

You could feel your peak right there, but held it back. Fuck you did everything to hold it back.

"Simon… fill me up…pleaaase…" you begged again, half teasing him, driving him insane and to his own edge.

His hand left your mouth, wrapping around your neck.

"Don't tease me Y/N." He warned.

"mmh yours…"

"Fuck.."

"I wannna be… filled up…"

"SHIIIIT."

"Make.. me… a mommy…"

You gasped as he made sure to fuck you roughly, the table rocking, whatever was on it falling to the ground. You gasped, your orgasm washing over you. His pace faltered as he spilled deep inside you. He remained deep, not moving for a little while.

Your mind was getting clearer and clearer. Your words were now echoing in your mind. You were panting. Simon's hands rested on either side of you, close to your head. You shifted slightly.

"Don't move."

His voice was dark..very. A chill ran down your spine. You could still feel him twitch inside you.

"Simon…"

He didn't answer. Your anxiety was starting to rise.

"Simon.. I'm.. I'm sorry… I don't know why I said that… sorry…" you didn't know exactly what to say. You didn't know what came over you. You had never talked about it. Children.

"Simon.." now you felt like you'd cry.

One of his hands rose, caressing your hair, your cheek. He dropped down kissing your cheek. You turned to him and he captured your lips into a deep kiss. You moaned again to him before he separated.

"It's alright… it's ok. We were lost in the moment. I'm not mad, I promise." He comforted you.

He straightened up, slowly slipping out of you. He grabbed the napkins on the table, just to make sure his cum wouldn't drip on the floor. You sighed, closing your eyes as you scolded yourself.

He made sure to clean you up, softly before dressing you up again. He turned you around, lifting you up to make you sit on the table. You were embarrassed to look at him. You bit your lip.

"Bunny. Look at me."

You closed your eyes, biting harder on your lip.

"Bunny. Eyes on me. Won't say it again."

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him. His thumb reached your lips, freeing it from the torture you were inflicting on it.

"I'm not mad… fuck. I reacted to it. You felt it."

You nodded a bit. Yes you did. He had lost it and gave you exactly what you needed.

"Just didn't expect that… I'm not going to pretend I don't… go insane at the thought of it."

You frowned a bit. Trying to understand.

"Breeding you." He let out.

You blinked before blushing heavily. It made him chuckle.

"But I think. We should talk about things beforehand." He finished.

You took a deep breath, steadying your heart and your voice.

"You're right. I don't know what came over me… think… I wanted to tease you, because I know you like it, I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing Y/N. That was so fucking hot."

He captured your lips again, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Guys!"

You jumped, Simon's head snapping towards the sound.

"We talked about this! Not on the table!" Gaz scolded while Richard stood next to him, munching on chips and shaking his head.

God… if he knew. It was too late for that. And you felt Simon ready to drop the bomb but you cut him off.

"Sorry. We'll behave." You let out quickly.

"Yeah yeah sure. The girls are leaving, come say bye." He said before walking out with Richard.

You looked at Simon before laughing a bit. He joined you in your laugh, his forehead on yours.

"Come on. Let's say bye." You said pushing him away so you could jump down.

"Yeah. I'll drag you to my bed after. Teach you not to tease me."

It's been two days. Two days. You were sitting at the table, this time in the living room. You had been worried about Amy and Melissa but Kate had told you she received an email from Melissa asking for a few days off to take care of the child. It made you feel a bit better.

Now you sat, with Margo and Kate, the weather outside had turned to a pour down.

"I can't believe I said that…" you repeated, hiding your face, ashamed.

"Listen, it's ok. Sometimes it happens, you get wild during sex and some things slip out." Kate reassured.

"Yeah hormones, us women it happens, and it depends on the kinks." Margo added, munching on snacks.

"Yes… but I don't know. He's been a bit distant since then. It feels weird." You said honestly.

"And obviously, you haven't talked about it with him." Margo guessed.

"No.. I've been feeling embarrassed and… I'm a bit anxious that he's angry at me." You frowned.

Kate laughed a bit while Margo shook her head.

"Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see my child and my man." Margo said, standing up.

You decided to go to the kitchen too, letting Kate join the rest of the group. A little competition had started on the switch.

You were looking for something when Tyler came running to you.

"Y/N!"

"Oh, yes honey?" You asked.

"I need help!" He rushed.

You frowned but he grabbed your hand. You followed him, past the group and into the hallway. He walked you closer to a closet and stopped in front. It was the entrance closet where people would hang their coats.

"Can you hide in there please?"

"What?" You frowned.

"Please!" He added, jumping up and down.

"Alright, fine!" You answered with a little smile.

You walked into the closet, closing the door inside. You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall.

You heard voices and footsteps before the door swung open. You jumped. Simon frowned looking at you. Soap stood behind him, pushing him instead in a shove. Simon fell forward, bracing himself against the wall behind you to avoid crushing you.

The door was slammed before the key was heard.

"Johnny!" You yelled.

"We'll let you out when you're done having a talk!" He answered through the door.

Through the darkness you felt his body close to you, the heat contrasting with the coldness of the wall, making you shiver.

Your hands had found his chest, his face buried in your neck.

"Simon…" you called softly.

"Yes darling ?"

"Are you mad at me…?" You asked.

"What? No. What makes you think that?" His voice sounded slightly alarmed.

"You've been a bit cold…I… I don't know…"

He sighed. So you were right. He had been.

"I'm sorry love. It wasn't my intention. Really. I just been in my head." He started. "The whole thing made me think about my own father…"

"You don't have to say anything Simon. If you're not comfortable."

"It's alright. I will tell you. Maybe not right now but I will. The thing is… I'm scared I won't be a good father. So the whole question is complicated."

"It's alright… I don't even know myself if I want to have kids… we don't have to talk about it now." You tried.

"I'm not mad. I promise baby. I'm sorry I've been cold. It's not your fault."

You felt him wrap his arms around you, kissing your cheeks through the mask. You hugged him back, lifting his mask to kiss him. His tongue tasted so good to you. His body flushed against you, his hands traveling up and down your body. The little groan he'd let out as you bit his lip. You felt warm. Horny. You stepped back a bit.

"What's wrong darling?" He asked.

"I'm… sorry. I just felt this wave of… warm" you tried to explain.

"Warm? You're horny?"

You whined.

"Yes… I'm sorry… I don't know what's gotten into me lately."

He chuckled, pulling you back to him.

"Bunny, you don't have to apologize, you make me horny all the fucking time. You just have to ask. Really. I'll be more than happy to oblige…" he groaned.

His lips met your neck as you let your head fall back. Yes you wanted him again… you needed him.

"Simon… please…" you moaned.

"It's ok baby. Let me take care of you."

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fanfiction4sooya · 8 months

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Can you write wony birthday sex

Uuuh, I really like this one!! Thanks for the request, baby 💖💖💖 Hope you like it!

smut, porn without plot, birthday sex, fingering, scissoring, oral sex, semi-public sex, +18, wonyoung is a bit controlling, reader is shy shy shy;

You didn't really notice the subtle change on your girlfriend's demeanor, nor the way her usual soft expression started to darken when the song started to get louder and you all got more and more tipsy. Her birthday party was full of her friends, but all of a sudden Wonyoung could only pay attention to your body swaying under the dim light of the club.

"Let's go" It sounded slurred, but you heard her very clear.

"What about your friends?" You tried to argue when she grabbed you by the hand, pulling you away from everyone without a word.

"It's my birthday, you should obey me" She stared at you long enough for you to see her roll her eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?" She finally let go of your hand, stopping in front of a taxi to get in and pulling you in as well with a little yelp from you. "Wony!" You whined, kind of laughing as she told the driver where you were going, but you didn't really listen because of her hand groping your bare thigh.

Her touch had the ability to make you a horny mess, not being able to trust any of your own senses when she decided to touch you like that.

"I want my birthday present now" She whispered on your ear, massaging your thigh close enough to your clothed core. You covered your mouth so you wouldn't let out a moan as she bit your neck, licking it.

"I- Fuck - I gave it to you... the diamond bracelet... and the..." She brushed her fingers over your panties. "The party..."

"No" Her usual soft tone was completely gone, replaced with a lustful one. "I want to fuck you. Lights on, looking at your face as I stretch you" You rolled your eyes.

She was saying that because besides being girlfriends for about three months, you never allowed her to turn on the lights when you got intimate. You were just shy and well, a little bit vanilla.

"But Wony..." You tried to argue but she cut you off, dead serious.

"It's my birthday" She said, the alcohol making her even more stubborn. "You told me yesterday you would give me anything I wanted and you are all I want, the only gift that matters" She stared at your lips, licking them right then and there, not giving a fuck if the taxi driver was staring at you through the review mirror (He definitely was).

The way she touched you made your skin heat. Her breath fanning over you and those beautiful eyes basically fucking you were the only thing keeping you on earth.

The car stopped before you could straddle her, and she just angrily paid the driver and pulled you out to a five star hotel. Of course she noticed the driver eyeing you down, she couldn't help but let her jealousy win this time. A virgo's mind works in a very organized, possessive way: They hate when people want what's theirs.

She already had the key, which made you instantly realize that was her plan all along. She pushed you to the nearest wall, immediately kissing you, her tongue slipping into your mouth made you shiver and moan loudly as she started to unbutton your jacket right then and there.

You wanted to care. You wanted to tell her to stop and to take you to your room, turn off the lights and fuck you. But you were drunk, horny and well, you couldn't really say no to Wonyoung. Specially on her birthday, right?

She vigorously sucked your neck, making you short circuit for a second. Her thigh between your legs made your body feel like jello, her usual soft touches were rough and urgent as she moaned against your lips when she felt your wetness seep through your clothed pussy.

"My pretty girl, look at you..." She looked down and forced you to do the same, a wet patch on her thigh right under the line of her dress. "You are dripping for me" Her honey-like voice made you tremble.

"Room" You pulled her closer humping her leg, not giving a fuck if you were in a public hallway or not. You just wanted her. "Please wony, room" You incoherently babbled.

"So you will give me what I want?" Her eyes glimmered, her desire palpable.

"Y-yes" You rolled your eyes when she pulled your panties to the side, circling your clit as she smiled.

"Room" She imitated you, licking her fingers clean. You pulsed, your clit hard and strained inside your underwear. A G-string she carefully chose to you and now you know why.

She opened the door with one hand, the other slender arm holding you by the waist as she pushed you inside kissing you hard.

"Wony, it- it's too much" You said as she mindlessly pulled your jacket, kissing your shoulder as she did so.

"What's too much, sweetie?" She stopped just for a quick second, looking into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. Well, you discomfort was something else...

"I..." You closed your eyes, hoping you would get invisible if you did it. "I'm too horny" You whispered, surprising her. "I'm scared you'll think I'm being too loud" She bit her lip, her expression changing from playful to aroused.

"Oh, really?" She kissed you again, pulling her own dress over her head and standing in front of you only on her lacy underwear. You just now realized that she was never able to see you, but you were never able to see her. "Whenever you think you are being loud, scream twice as hard" She circled you like a predator, her hungry dark gaze making your head spin. "I want this whole hotel knowing damn well how good I make you feel"

She whispered this last part, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to your feet. She circled back, you looking up at her face as she hungrily looked down because of the size difference.

"Happy fucking birthday to me" She hissed, caressing your nipples with both thumbs. Bending down, she immediately took them to her mouth alternating between gentle and hard sucks.

Threading your hands in her soft hair, you rolled your eyes as she kept licking, sucking and biting. Her eyes attentive on your expression, the first time she saw your angel face contorting in pleasure for her.

She lightly pushed you to bed, kissing you.

"How did I spend so much time without seeing your beautiful face when you came?" She laid on her side, reaching for your panties to circle your clit over them. You closed your eyes, moaning loudly. "Gorgeous" She growled, pulling them aside to sink two of her slender fingers inside you.

"Oh my..." You shivered, her fingers were big and she definitely knew what to do. She curled them inside, pumping harder as you clenched, trying to hide your face on her the curve of her neck.

"If you hide I'll stop" She spat, fucking you harder. You whined, trying to force your eyes open to look at her. She looked animalistic, wild, horny. Oh, so horny...

You reached for her pussy as well and she lifted one of her legs to give you better access, her face contorting in the most beautiful way as you rapidly grazed your fingers on her clothed cunt. You felt yourself pulse even harder just by watching her, her fingers vigorously pumping inside you as you started shaking just like her.

Without a word, she took her fingers off of you, pulling your panties down until they were out of you.

"You look even prettier than I thought, fuck" She said, getting naked as well, staring at your pulsing cunt. Wonyoung was mesmerized and so were you, drooling over that sinful sight: her abs, toned legs and arms, her deliciously perky tits and her puffy drenched cunt. It was so wet and delicate it made you gulp. What a sight.

"Wony, fuck me looking into my eyes" You pleaded. "let me see your face, please" Oh, that made her clench. She never thought you, her shy vanilla girlfriend, would ever make a request like that.

"You don't need to tell me twice, baby" She said, spitting on your pussy, smearing it along with your wetness all over your swollen cunt.

Positioning herself between your legs, she bucked her hips once making both of you loudly moan. It felt deliciously soft and oh, so fucking hot to have her hovering over your pussy looking down at you like that with so much neediness.

your pussies sliding against each other felt sinful, verging on pure madness as she smiled whilst roughly scissoring you, her thumb grazing over your lips as you took it into your mouth, rolling your eyes as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, scratching her thigs trying to warn her, you eyebrows tightly knit together as you started to shake.

"me too ba-baby, shit" She kept the hard pace, squeezing your thigh as you kept sucking her thumb. "Cum with me baby, let me see you"

You both tried hard not to close your eyes, wanting to capture that moment in your minds. That desire, roughness, that love spilling from both of you. You pulled her over your body to kiss her, her tongue finally allowing you a little bit of dominance as you took advantage of her post orgasm haze, kissing her for what felt like hours, both shaking and sweaty, getting horny again.

"You are amazing" She said, smiling. Her body and yours feather like.

"Thank you for pushing me a little..." You shyly said. "I think I would've never given myself this experience entirely if it wasn't for you" You smirked. "I guess your birthday present was more for me though" You raised an eyebrow, your body tangled in hers.

"Fuck, no. You have no idea how much I waited for this moment" Her voice changed again, her eyes darkened. "My birthday is not over yet..." She switched your positions, pulling you to be on top of her. "How about another present right in my face?"

She pulled your pussy over her face, admiring you. What was supposed to make you feel embarrassed before now made you feel proud. You completely forgot your shyness.

You sat on her face, her tongue swirling up and down as you held onto the headboard and she held your thighs.

That was going to be a long, long fucking night...

#wonyoung x fem reader #ive wonyoung #wonyoung smut #ive smut #jang wonyoung #gxg smut

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nonotnolan · 2 years

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Gym Merchandise

Few experiences in life are as terrible as having to move to an entirely new town. It was a hill that Wyatt was prepared to die on. The move had allowed him to escape his overbearing parents, so regret wasn’t quite the right word, but... getting used to the new roads, having to meet new people, trying to figure out which stores could be trusted... it was exhausting in a way that was notably different from standing at a cash register for eight hours.

His coworkers were far too nice to help him make any sort of decisions. “Oh, I use the dentist on 8th St, but I hear the office on 15th is also good.” “No, I just take my car to the auto dealership for repairs, I’ve never had any reason to find a separate mechanic.” “All of the doctors in town are pretty good, I would just pick one that’s close to you.” If it wasn’t for Reddit, he probably would have never been able to find a good gym.

Wyatt still couldn’t believe how unanimous the advice had been. His new city’s subreddit was a dumpster fire of angry yelp reviews and people complaining about their neighbors. And yet, when he made a post asking people to recommend places for a new resident, everyone told him he needed to check out Friday’s Gym. “Even if you’ve never made exercise a priority before, you should check this place out.” To their credit, it did seem like a really nice gym-- there was an attached spa-like area with massage chairs and tanning beds, and free headphones for the regulars.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there,” Wyatt said, as he accidentally bumped into a guy wearing a red tank top. The man said nothing in response. “Hey, are you using this bench? I don’t really feel comfortable using those machines yet.” The man made no reply. Wyatt walked around the loose weights at his feet to stand in front of him, but the man in the red tank top did not even blink. He continued to stare at a point off in the distance, with no concern for anything around him.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Wyatt couldn’t help but blush as he did so-- the man’s shoulder was impressively firm, and yet his skin was so soft and well maintained. It was the exact sort of body he would love to have, but had never wanted to devote the time it would take to earn it. The man shifted in place, like a large tree rustling in the breeze, but he remained unmoved. The hairs on the back of his neck started to stand on end. Was the man braindead, somehow?

“Sir, please don’t jostle the merchandise.”

The staff member graciously allowed Wyatt a few moments to collect his breath, having managed to scare him half to death. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you like that,” he said, with what Wyatt assumed was a cheerful smirk. “We don’t usually tip our hand until after the tenth visit or so. But Derrick here went into trance a bit earlier than we expected, and we really don’t like moving the merchandise once the reprogramming starts.”

Wyatt’s gaze shifted back and forth between the two muscular men. “You keep referring to him as merchandise. Do you normally treat your customers like they’re objects and not people?” he said, crossing his arms in irritation.

“I do when they’re wearing our special headphones,” he said, with a hearty chuckle. Whatever reaction Wyatt had been expecting from the bare-chested staff member, it certainly wasn’t that. “It’s not your tenth visit yet, but we might as well give you the full tour,” he said, dropping the bands down on the nearest weight bench. “Follow me into the back, if you would-- we’ll walk and talk. Here at Friday’s, we pride ourselves in being the gym for the everyday people. I’m sure you heard that during the initial orientation. What you did not hear is that anytime we get a hulking beast like Derrick here-- not just someone who has a jock’s physique, mind you, but someone who is truly a massive asshole-- we take it upon ourselves to... intervene. My current body, for instance-- Frank used to be a racist ass destined to work whatever manual labor job hadn’t fired him yet. With me in control, he’s the daytime manager of a successful gym, and we’re working on getting a second location opened.”

“Or how about Mathias over there? No one misses the old, homophobic version. But the new one, who came out of the closet and owns the jewelry store downtown? Now that’s a man who’s contributing to society. Looks great in cardigans, too” Frank opened the Employees Only door and gestured Wyatt inside.

Wyatt glanced around the break room, which was half consumed by wires, tubing, and a pair of helmets which presumably assisted with the body swap process. “So, what happens your old bodies? I feel like the police would notice pretty quickly if a bunch of missing person all happened to have memberships to the same gym.”

Frank gave him another hearty chuckle. “I suspect you’re right, yes. That’s what the headphones are used for-- it makes them pliable for reprogramming. The old Frank is currently inside of my body, living my life... but he has no memory of his past life, and he has no memory of this gym’s existence. If you decide to take over someone else’s body, it would be the same for you. Assuming you want to go through with it,” he added. “For all we know, you’re perfectly happy with your current life.”

It was Wyatt’s turn to laugh. “I’m not. If I’m gonna be stuck in a minimum wage rut, at least I can be stuck in a rut while I have some sick abs. So... you’re not turning me into Derrick, are you?”

“I am not,” Frank said, shaking his head. “Derrick’s already been spoken for by someone else. That said, we will happily put you on the waiting list. It would be two to six weeks, depending on how susceptible your new body is to our reprogramming. What do you think about Peter, here?”

One look at the broad-shouldered beauty, and he was already starting to daydream about life in the man’s body. Wyatt couldn’t help but to match Frank’s sincere smile. “I think he’s the exact sort of high quality merchandise I would like to own for myself.”

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #after the swap #nerd to jock #male body theft

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nextstopwonderland · 9 months

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The Hike but it’s a romcom where they keep passing each other on a local trail every Saturday morning & wheeler is so into this older hippie guy and then idk he’s gotta buy his sister a bday gift and she likes essential oils and crystals and shit so wheeler goes into this small cute shop in town that got really good yelp reviews and oh no the owner is hot older hippie hike guy looking soft af

and boom May/December slow burn romance gimme 50ks y’all here I’ll even make ya a graphic

Update 9/10/23: yeah, I did the thing, it now be here

Update the second: a future timestamp

Update the third: series titled “hit me like a ray of sun”. Made more cover art:

To go along with a mix

(Also posted here)

update the 4th: second timestamp, set between the first two stories

#bryanwheeler #Bryan Danielson #wheeler Yuta #Sarahs graphics #my stuff #blackpool combat club #bcc #Spotify #sarahs graphics

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moodymelanist · 1 year

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Good Things Come In Threes

Happy day one of @nestaarcheronweek, everyone!

Summary: Nesta, Elain, and Feyre get matching tattoos.

Word Count: 2,040

Read on AO3 here!

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Nesta

When Feyre had suggested that the three Archerons get matching tattoos a few months ago, Nesta had initially been a little hesitant. She’d never gotten into tattoos the way Feyre had, and even though times were changing, she’d always been a little wary about getting something that would be noticed at work.

Surprising no one, Elain had been the one to convince Nesta to do it. It wouldn’t look right if only me and Feyre got one, she’d said. We’ll pick something little so you can cover it up at work if you want.

Nesta had caved under the combined weight of Elain and Feyre’s puppy dog eyes, and from there, their group chat had been about nothing but tattoos. Which parlors to go to, which artists had the best linework, and of course, what design they were actually going to get.

Feyre had been the one to find a design they all liked. It was a simple, cute tattoo – the moon, the sun, and a star, with a different symbol filled in on each sister’s wrist. It was quickly decided that the moon would be for Nesta, the sun for Elain, and the star for Feyre. After that, they’d just had to make the appointment, which had of course fallen to Nesta as the oldest sister.

Her sisters had sent plenty of suggestions, but she was the one making the actual phone calls. They’d gathered in Nesta’s apartment that day for their usual Sunday meal, the three of them lounging in the living room scrolling through Google and Yelp reviews and the tattoo parlor’s website before Nesta decided to just call the place and get it over with.

“You Gen Z kids and being on the phone,” Nesta had said, rolling her eyes as she dialed the tattoo parlor they’d decided to make an appointment with. Feyre had really liked one of their artist’s work, and although it was going to be a small tattoo, Nesta wanted the best they could find. It was permanent, so they needed to trust who they were working with.

“You’re literally born in 1995,” Feyre had muttered under her breath. “You’re just as Gen Z as I am, thank you very much.”

“Big talk from the 2000s baby,” Elain had teased back, sticking her tongue out at Feyre. She’d laughed as Feyre grabbed the nearest pillow and tossed it half-heartedly at her head. “What? It’s true!”

Nesta had quickly confirmed their tattoo appointment and pricing before sending a mock-glare Feyre’s way. “First of all, I’m a millennial, thank you very much. Second of all, stop throwing my pillows everywhere!”

That had resulted in a pillow fight that lasted for nearly ten minutes until Nesta and Elain had teamed up on Feyre to take her down, Elain holding Feyre down while Nesta relentlessly went for Feyre’s soft spots.

Now, they were finally in said tattoo parlor, waiting for their names to be called. Once Feyre and Elain finished filling out their paperwork, Nesta primly gathered all their clipboards and returned them to the guy working the front desk. He just told her their artist should be out shortly, so she said thanks and made her way back to where her sisters were sitting.

“You excited?” Feyre asked once Nesta sat back down next to her. “Scared? Nervous?”

“A little nervous,” Nesta admitted truthfully. She held up her hand and pinched her thumb and index fingers together, leaving as little space as possible between them to show how much. “But only a little.”

“It should be quick, if it makes you feel any better,” Elain offered.

Of course Elain was going to try and make her feel better. Nesta gave her a small smile before replying, “I know. I’ve just never gotten one before.”

Nesta had done plenty of research about the tattoo process before she’d agreed to get one, falling down many a Reddit hole as she learned everything she could. They’d decided to get their tattoos on their left wrists, which hopefully wouldn’t be too painful, but everything she’d seen online about how bad it would hurt had been wildly unhelpful. Nesta had tried to console herself by reminding herself that at least the aftercare process didn’t seem too bad, but she hated going into things without knowing exactly how they would play out.

“You can hold my hand if it makes you feel any better,” Feyre told her, smiling as she reached out to squeeze Nesta’s hand. “I’m an excellent hand holder.”

“Okay,” Nesta agreed, squeezing her sister’s hand back. They’d decided Nesta should be the one to go first, partly because she was the oldest and they wanted to do everything in birth order, but also because she was the most likely to chicken out of doing it. “I might take you up on that.”

They didn’t have much time to make conversation after that, since their tattoo artist came to get them shortly afterward. Tarquin was so genuinely warm and friendly that Nesta was immediately comfortable with him, and she was glad they’d picked him once they’d gotten through all the placement and stenciling. He didn’t have a single problem with answering any of their questions, nor did he complain once about having to redo Nesta’s stencil until she was satisfied with the placement.

“It’s going on your body,” Tarquin said with a shrug after he’d placed the stencil for the last time. “You can ask me to move it as many times as you need to.”

“I think it looks good here,” Nesta said back once she examined the stencil with a critical eye. It was perfectly down the middle of her wrist like she’d wanted, and although Tarquin had explained the tattoo would of course shift as she moved her hand, she felt pretty good about how it looked with her wrist completely relaxed. “Okay. Let’s keep going.”

“Great,” Tarquin replied. He started bustling around his little station as he got everything ready, and Nesta turned to her sisters for some extra reassurance. Elain flashed her a big smile and a thumbs up while Feyre reached for her phone to take a picture before everything became permanent.

After a few minutes, Tarquin came back over and laid out all his tools. Nesta was pleased to see he was wearing gloves and everything looked properly sterilized – at least from what she could tell, anyway – and she took a few deep breaths as he tilted her arm exactly where he wanted it.

“Ready?” Tarquin eventually asked, looking up at Nesta for confirmation.

Nesta reached out her right hand for Feyre to hold, immediately reassured when Feyre didn’t hesitate to grab it and squeeze down. “I’m ready.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need a break,” Tarquin told her. He turned on the tattoo gun and Nesta squeezed Feyre’s hand hard, taking another deep breath before the needle touched her skin. “How’s that?”

“It’s… okay,” Nesta answered slowly. It hurt, of course, but it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. “It feels like cat scratches.”

“I’ve heard that one a lot for wrist tattoos,” Tarquin responded with a smile. He turned back to the tattoo and Elain picked up the slack in the conversation, ready to keep Nesta distracted for as long as necessary.

“Sooo,” Elain began. She moved her chair so she was a little closer to Nesta without getting in Tarquin’s way, pulling the fabric of her skirt closer to her body as she changed her position. “What are we doing for your birthday, Nesta? You never told us.”

“Uh…” Nesta replied, her mind going blank. The pain wasn’t overwhelming, but it was a little hard to think with a bunch of needles pressing into her skin. “We, um… I was thinking we could do brunch next weekend?”

“Next weekend?” Feyre asked curiously. “Do you have plans on your actual birthday that don’t include us or something?”

“I met a guy,” Nesta told them, looking away from the surprised looks on her sisters’ faces in favor of checking Tarquin’s progress. He’d finished tracing the outline of the moon and was now onto the sun, his linework just as impeccable as Feyre had said it would be as he traced the stencil. “Don’t be weird about it. Please.”

“No one’s being weird,” Feyre said, rolling her eyes. “It’s just – different.”

“What Feyre means to say,” Elain replied, shooting the evil eye at Feyre before turning back to Nesta, “is that we’re happy for you and we can’t wait to meet him. If it gets to that point.”

“Well if he’s taking her out for her birthday, it sounds like it might be at that point,” Feyre fired back.

“Is it?” Elain asked. “At that point?”

“Maybe,” Nesta answered. She really liked Cassian, with his gentle way of handling her even when he was trying to get a rise out of her, and part of her wanted to stay in their little honeymoon bubble instead of sharing him with everyone else. But a bigger part of her wanted her sisters to like him, so she decided telling them a little bit about him wouldn’t hurt anyone. “I met him at my kickboxing class a few months ago.”

“Months?” Feyre echoed, shocked. Nesta squeezed down on her hand in warning. “Woah. You must really like him.”

“I do,” Nesta agreed with a small smile.

Tarquin chose that moment to announce he was done with the tattoo, and they all looked down at Nesta’s wrist to appropriately ooh and ah. It was strange looking down at her wrist and seeing that small bit of ink on her pale skin, but Nesta decided she liked it a lot more than she’d thought she would.

From there, it didn’t take long to get done with Elain’s tattoo. Nesta swapped places with Feyre so she could hold Elain’s hand this time while Feyre scrolled through Cassian’s Instagram, shooting impressed looks Nesta’s way as she went further down the rabbit hole.

“He’s cute, Nesta,” Feyre said, approval lacing every word. “Does he have any brothers?”

“Actually,” Nesta said back, thinking back to all the things Cassian had told her about one of his brothers, “he does.”

“Say no more,” Feyre muttered under her breath. It didn’t take long for her to find Rhys’ Instagram account after some dedicated snooping, and she quickly switched over to her own phone so she could look through his life from her own account. “If this works out, I owe you one.”

“You’re welcome,” Nesta replied wryly. She turned her focus back to Elain and squeezed her smaller hand. “You doing okay, Lainey?”

“I’m okay,” Elain answered. Tarquin was filling in the sun on her wrist now, his motions steady and sure as he filled in the circle with black ink. “Trust me, watching you two has been more than entertaining enough.”

From there it was Feyre’s turn to sit in the chair, and Elain dutifully offered up her hand for Feyre to hold while Tarquin worked his magic. Feyre’s tattoo seemed to go by even faster than Elain’s, and in no time the three of them were done. They took a bunch of pictures to commemorate the moment before letting Tarquin run through his aftercare instructions, Nesta making sure to take notes so she could send them to her sisters before they went to the front to pay.

“I’m so glad we did this,” Feyre said excitedly as they left the parlor and headed toward Nesta’s car. “They look so good!”

“Me too,” Elain agreed. She slid into the passenger seat while Feyre took her place in the back, immediately rolling down the windows so they could enjoy the feel of the spring air on their skin. “Are you happy with it, Nesta?”

Nesta turned to look at her sisters with a smile. “Yeah. I am. Thanks for talking me into this.”

“Always,” Feyre replied, matching Nesta’s smile with a big one of her own. “Now let’s go get something to eat. I’m fucking starving.”

As Nesta made her way through her pizza and her sisters good-naturedly argued over whether pineapples belonged on it, she couldn’t help but think there was nowhere she’d rather be than here.

#acotar #acosf #NestaWeek2023 #nesta archeron #feyre archeron #elain archeron #archeron sisters #moodymelanistwrites

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hannahmanderr · 8 months

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DP Shiptember Day 1 - Catching Feelings... Again ~ "Quick, kiss me!" ~ Gray Ghost

Summary: She didn’t even bother to look up from her work. “Who’d you tick off this time?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” He pressed his back flush against the counter. “She started it!”

Her eyebrow hitched upward. “Who started it?” (takes place after my oneshot Glow)

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If there was ever one benefit of working a grimy minimum wage job in a town like Amity Park, it definitely had to be the opportunity to see some wild situations. At a place like the Nasty Burger, these situations seemed even more prevalent.

Kat would swear up and down that a portal had decided to open itself smack dab in the middle of the grill one night during the dinner rush, resulting in half a dozen hamburger patties falling into the void of the Ghost Zone, a backup in the drive-through, and one strongly worded Yelp review from a visiting tourist.

Irving Burns allegedly had to pull Nasty Sauce from the public after rumors began to swirl around town that Phantom had blown up a ghost with a single packet and teenagers came in droves to take handfuls of sauce packets for the so-called “Nasty Sauce challenge” (Mr. Lancer himself had confiscated dozens of packets on school grounds).

One day, the Nasty Ned mascot costume simply got up and walked itself out the door and into Lake Eerie. That story had made headlines on Channels 4, 6, and 7. The costume was never recovered.

And of course, the family of blob ghosts living in the dumpsters out back loved to cause problems of their own, namely swooping in and stealing customers’ fries like swarms of seagulls.

Valerie became used to these strange events long before her coworkers did. She probably ended up stopping a fair number of shenanigans before the public became aware of them. Even after her father forbade her from bringing her trackers to work, even after she learned the true identity of her number one target and stopped hunting him, the drive to keep the city from devolving into too much chaos was strong.

Still though, if she had to learn to accept one thing, it was that chaos loved Amity Park and Amity Park loved chaos. No one could go long without encountering at least a little bit. That had been a lesson she’d learned a few days ago, when Danny Fenton, her rival turned crush turned ex turned enemy turned crush again, took her behind the Nasty Burger itself (because where else would it be?) and shown her something wild enough only for Amity Park. Something strange. Something beautiful.

In just those past few days, she began to expect the unexpected. She’d nearly expected the horde of ghost squirrels raiding the cafeteria storage the other day to turn rabid on her, but then memories of the soft, cool touch that blob ghosts had left on her fingers and arms crossed her mind. And she, Valerie Gray, the self-proclaimed huntress of Amity Park, retracted her guns and set to help the squirrels find the industrial size canister of peanut butter they’d been looking for.

The squirrels had shown up outside her window the next day offering a trash-covered everything bagel from the bakery a couple roads down. It had been such an endearing display that she made a show of “eating” it in front of them. They’d enjoyed it.

And the day after that, she’d been chasing down the Box Ghost when they passed over an intersection and a tiny boy escaped his mother’s hand-hold and toddled into the street to follow them. She hadn’t been fast enough to get there before the next speeding car got there, but the Box Ghost had dropped the stack of boxes he’d insisted on maintaining throughout the chase to grab the little boy and turned them both intangible before depositing the boy safely back on the sidewalk.

Valerie had stopped short of sucking him into her thermos to ask him why abandon the boxes. Why go against everything he was supposed to be?

“My kid is about his age,” he’d told her shyly. “I just did what any other parent would do.” That answer had been so stunning she’d simply lowered the thermos and told him to get the boxes home to his kid. But in retrospect, it made sense, didn’t it? Ignoring the complexities of how ghosts had kids in the first place, who was to say parental instincts didn’t transcend the line between life and death?

So no, perhaps she couldn’t put a stop to all the chaos that plagued Amity Park. Perhaps some of it still made no sense. But maybe, just maybe, if she could keep her eyes peeled and watch for the unexpected…

Maybe the chaos could begin to form itself into a wild, beautifully intricate harmony.

Apparently, not even all the anticipation in the world could prepare her for Danny Fenton to come barreling into the Nasty Burger during the afternoon lull and launch himself through the counter to cower by her feet.

To her credit, she barely reacted. She didn’t even bother to look up from her work. “Who’d you tick off this time?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” He pressed his back flush against the counter. “She started it!”

Her eyebrow hitched upward. “Who started it?”

Before he could answer, the front doors exploded inward.

Instincts kicked in, and Valerie dropped behind the counter beside Danny to avoid the flying shrapnel. A gust of hot wind blew over them. Despite the heat, a chill crept up her spine. She didn’t need her tracker or to see Danny’s breath fog to know a ghost had decided to make itself known.

“ Where is he? ” a shrill voice screeched. Valerie glanced over at Danny, who had gone pale at the sound of the voice.

With a glare, she silently jerked her head towards the front. Seriously?

He responded with a helpless shrug and a shake of his head. I swear it’s not my fault!

“I know you’re in here, my darling!” the voice called in an angry sing-song. “You can’t run from love!”

This time, both of Valerie’s eyebrows hitched upward. “ My darling? ” she hissed as quietly as she could.

Danny flailed his arms wildly. He at least had the sense to keep them from flailing past the edge of the counter. “ She’s crazy! ” he hissed back.

By that point, the few other employees on shift had emerged from the kitchen to see the commotion. Out of the corner of her eye, Valerie could see Tatiana, the sweetheart dishwasher, peering from around the corner, whispering furiously into her cell phone. No doubt to the city’s emergency ghost line.

Taylor, the shift supervisor, wasn’t anywhere near as timid. “Can I help you with something?” they drawled with a voice Valerie knew they only reserved for the most frustrating of customers.

“Where are you hiding him?” the ghost said, her voice sickeningly sweet. “I know he’s in here, I can smell him!”

If possible, Danny turned paler.

“I have no clue who you’re talking about, ma’am,” Taylor said. “If you wanna buy something, that’s fine, otherwise I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. You’re disturbing other customers.”

Valerie nearly snorted. Not that there were other customers at the moment, but if there had been, “disturbing” probably would have been an understatement.

She stole another glance at Danny, who had screwed his eyes shut and seemed to be concentrating on… something. She couldn’t tell. Still though, seeing him so oddly terrified…

Without thinking, she laid a hand over one of his clenched fists. One of his eyes popped open, first flicking down to look at their hands then back up to peer at her. She offered a tiny smile, and his shoulders relaxed marginally.

“All I want is my sweetheart!” the ghost was saying, her voice still dripping with a faux sweetness. “He thinks he can hide from me, but he’s mine !”

Taylor frowned and rolled their eyes. “Of course. Of course . The one time I get the afternoon shift I ask for, and some crazy ghost decides to show up.”

Another gust of hot, dry air blew over Valerie’s head. She and Danny cringed in sync. Taylor was a perfectly chill person and all, but they had a habit of being a little too blunt. And bluntness did not exactly work well when ghosts were involved.

“He’s mine !” the ghost screeched. “If you won’t tell me where he is, then maybe I should persuade you through… other means . I’ll gladly rip you apart limb by limb until you talk.”

Taylor’s frown melted into concern. “Wait, wait, I didn’t -”

Several things seemed to happen at once.

Valerie caught sight of Danny’s other eye popping open, and she instantly recognized the determined twinkle in his eye - the same one that Phantom got when he was about to dive headfirst into a situation he probably shouldn’t. Under her hand, she felt his muscles tense, ready to spring into action.

At the same time, Taylor’s eyes widened until they nearly popped out of their head. Valerie felt it as the ghost surged forward, her fury following her in a cloud of heat and debris from the destroyed entrance.

In that moment, Valerie had a number of thoughts. The first of which was simply that Danny Fenton needed to stop getting himself into these situations.

The second of which was that none of them, Danny included, probably got paid enough to deal with these sorts of things.

The third of which was that there was no way she was about to let some possessive ghost steal away the boy who had single handedly changed her world more than once, the boy who had waited for her with such patience and such kindness, the boy who had kissed her a few nights ago and shown just how much he cared for her through the golden light of a dozen blob ghosts.

And so before Danny could jump up on his own, she seized his wrist and pulled him up herself.

“Ex-cuse me?” she shouted, jamming her free hand onto her hip.

And just like that, Valerie Gray found herself staring down a cheerleader.

The sheer surprise from the ghost being a cheerleader of all things nearly caused her to falter, but she managed to catch herself in the nick of time. Granted, it was truly a ghostly cheerleader, with pom-poms and hair of fire, fangs protruding from her perfectly red lips, and arms almost twice the normal length, but it was still a cheerleader nonetheless.

The ghost did not do as well at hiding her surprise. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her fiery red eyes towards the pair. Her eyes landed on Valerie first, then…

“There you are!” she exclaimed, and Danny squeaked, gripping onto Valerie’s hand for his half-life. “Why did you run, my love? I was only going to make our relationship official . Just a little bite! It wouldn’t even hurt!”

Something snapped in Valerie, and she pulled Danny closer to her. “What are you talking about, your relationship? He’s already taken, thank you very much.” Even as she spoke the words, her heart pounded.

This was so not how she would’ve liked to go about this.

Danny whipped around, his blue eyes boring into hers and his mouth gaping wordlessly. “I’m what ?”

“Who’s this now?” the cheerleader asked. She bared her fangs and narrowed her eyes in Valerie’s direction.

Despite the new wave of intense heat that blasted her, Valerie remained resolute. “I’m the girl who’s about to kick your sorry butt if you don’t leave my Danny alone!”

Her words hit her a second too late. She could only pray her blush would be written away as redness from the heat and not embarrassment.

“ Your Danny?” the ghost hissed, her voice an ominous growl. “Some pitiful, silly human thinks she can take my love away from me? From me ?” She began to laugh hysterically. “You have no idea who you’re messing with, girlie. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all.”

“Come any closer and I’ll show you the fury of a woman scorned.”

The cheerleader’s face melted into a sinister grin. “I was gonna tear this one’s arms off and use them for toothpicks,” she said, nodding towards a terrified Taylor, “but I’ll gladly start with you instead!”

Valerie had no idea what possessed her the moment the ghost lunged towards her and Danny. Maybe it was the sheer mental exhaustion from having her world turned upside down over the past few days. Maybe it was little more than a moment of panic. Maybe it was the burning drive to prove herself to this she-demon and show that no one would come between her and the people she loved.

(She’d dwell on that last bit later.)

She turned to Danny. “Quick, kiss me!”

Danny tore his eyes away from the cheerleader. “Wait, what ?”

And because she didn’t have time to try and convince him or tell him her plan (not that she had one), Valerie flung her arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

The moment their lips touched, something akin to a spark erupted between them, creating an audible crackle in the air.

Or maybe that was just the ghostly edge to the cheerleader’s shriek of pure rage.

Valerie liked to believe it was the former.

Whatever it was, the effects were instantaneous. She had her eyes closed tightly as she kissed Danny, but she could feel as the heat that had been flooding the two of them stopped abruptly, almost as if Danny’s naturally cool presence had been amplified to create a barrier around them. The change in temperature was soothing against her irritated skin. Judging by the way Danny relaxed into her embrace, the change felt just as nice to him.

“Whoa, whoa!” Taylor shouted from behind them. “Keep it PG, jeez .”

Behind her closed eyelids, Valerie rolled her eyes. Overdramatic much?

At some point, the cheerleader’s incessant shriek became too much for her ears to handle, and she broke the kiss. Still leaned in close, she put her lips next to Danny’s ear. “Thermos?” she whispered.

For a moment, Danny just wavered in place, staring with a dreamy, unfocused look in his eyes. “Huh?”

She thwacked him on the shoulder. “Focus, Fenton!”

“Oh!” He shook his head. “Right! Uh, thermos! Yes! Not, uh… I’m just - um…” He peered past Valerie’s shoulder to where Taylor stood. “Just… don’t let them see, I - er…”

She watched in amusement as he clumsily patted his pockets, then reached beside him. His hand disappeared into thin air for a moment before reappearing with a Fenton Thermos.

“A literal pocket dimension,” he whispered with a goofy grin. The thermos nearly slipped from his grip, and he flailed to catch it.

Valerie was faster. She snatched the thermos out of his loose hold. “Yeah, no pocket dimension can make you any less of a dork.”

“Maybe, but I’m still your dork.”

Her face burned red, but she still managed to point the thermos at the still-shrieking cheerleader and suck her in. “A dork who let one kiss distract him that badly,” she threw back, handing the full thermos to him. “And put that back in your ‘pocket’ before you drop it.”

“I’m not gonna drop it!” In spite of his protest, he slipped the thermos back into the empty space. “See?”

“Wow, congratulations on doing something your average toddler can do and not drop something.”

“Aw, you noticed?” He flashed her a wide, impish smile. “Do I get another kiss for that?” he asked with a wink.

Valerie hummed and turned back to the cash register. “I don’t know. Do you have a decent explanation as to why there’s some ghost girl chasing after you?”

Danny opened his mouth and froze with a finger in midair. “Uh… Okay, wait, listen! There’s a perfectly good explanation for this. I didn’t start it, I swear! She saw me fly- er, walking around and just pounced on me!”

“Mhmm.” She struggled to hide her laugh as she put on her best disinterested face. How was it that Danny Phantom, who had managed to elude her for years and fend off powerful ghost after powerful ghost, could end up struggling this much?

And how on earth did it manage to be the cutest thing ever?

“Valeriieee,” he whined, tugging at her shirt sleeve. “Please! I promise! I’m not cheating on you!”

“I didn’t know you two were together.”

Both of their heads whipped around to see Taylor leaning against the counter and shaking their head. “Or that a ghost that hot could be that terrifying.”

Valerie paused. “Wait, hot like, hot ? Or, like…”

Taylor shot her a glare. “Not. Another. Word. You do you, and I’ll do me. I could say plenty about your choice in partner.”

“My…?” She turned to Danny, matching blushes painting their faces. His endless blue eyes stared back at her helplessly. Something in her chest throbbed faster and faster, and she couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face.

“Yeah,” she said. She took his hand and squeezed it. “He’s definitely mine.”

The look on his face shone even brighter than it had a few nights ago under the light of the blob ghosts.

Taylor’s eyes bounced between the two of them. “Good for you, then, I guess. He can’t stay behind the counter, though.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #gray ghost #dp shiptember 2023 #shiptember #shiptember 2023 #anyway have i mentioned i love these two

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Rescue Pt. 2 - Six x Reader

Part 1

Prompt: After Six saves you from Lloyd, he's charged with an even greater task - keeping you safe. (A/N: Reader is definitely an adult in this story, just fyi)

Once the lights of the city faded behind you, you allowed yourself to cry. Silent tears ran down your cheeks as you mourned the man that was in every way that mattered - your father. If Six had noticed your tears he was kind enough to give you privacy. His eyes remained locked on the horizon, one hand gripped tightly on the wheel and the other sitting comfortably above his gun.

"Where are we going?" Claire asked, her voice barely carrying over the crashing of the water. "Somewhere safe," Six responded. "This is my stop," the woman in the back spoke. Six obliged her command, pulling the boat as close to the surface as he dared before the woman jumped over, quickly emerging and swimming to shore. "Who was that?" you finally asked. "A friend of mine. Her name is Dani. She was the one who shot Lloyd." Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name, adrenaline coursing through your veins. "I should have thanked her." "We'll see her again. For now the only person I trust both of you with is myself."

You were only on the boat a little longer after dropping of Dani. You quickly transferred into a car, where Six drove into the morning. The sun sat high in the sky by the time you made it to your final destination - a manor in the hills. "What is this?" you asked, looking over the pristine exterior of the house. "It's yours. Donald left it for both you - completely off the books." "So no one knows we'll be here?" Claire asks. Six smiled down at her. "Not a soul."

Taking no chances, Six cleared the house before you entered. Upon his word, he showed you around the house. It was huge, with more than enough room for each of you. "Your uncle wanted you to be comfortable here. He hoped to move you here once everything calmed down," Six's voice caught, which he tried to cover with a clear of his throat. "Your bedrooms are down the hall."

It was clear that Fitz had been working on this safehouse for a while. Our rooms were almost exact copies of our original bedrooms, down to the bedding. He even took the liberty to stock the drawers with a few sets of clothes. It broke your heart that he even considered a possibility of you moving here with nothing but the clothes on your back. Still, you were grateful for the soft pajamas in the top drawer.

A soft knock on your drawer drew you back to reality. "Go ahead and clean up. I'm going to make sure all the security systems are fully functioning. I'll be right in the kitchen if you need me." "Thank you," you breathed.

The warm water of the shower shocked your cuts and burns, eliciting a small yelp. Typically, long showers were your favorite way to unwind. Today, however, you washed off quickly, taking extra care to clean your wounds. Each sting of the water brought memories of Lloyd - his dark eyes burnt into your memory.

You dressed quickly before going to the kitchen. Six sat at the table, reviewing the video from dozens of cameras surrounding the property. He sensed your presence immediately, giving you his full attention. Six quickly closed the distance between you, examining your face. "Does it still hurt?" he asked gently. "Just the burn," you admitted. "I figured," he spoke quietly, his fingers still lingering. "Let's get you fixed up." His hand settled on your back as he led you towards a bedroom you hadn't been in before.

"This is my room," he said, sensing your curiosity. "I don't know what I did to deserve Donald, but it definitely wasn't enough." "He trusted you more than anyone on this planet," you said as you sat on the plush bed. "He really cared about you, Six. We all do." Your voice wavered with the last three words, avoiding his eyes.

Six didn't respond, instead turning his full attention to your burn. He rubbed a cooling salve onto it, taking care not to press too hard. Still, his touch alone brought tears to your eyes. "I'm so sorry," he whispered. "It's not your fault," you assured him. "It is. I never should have left." "Six, I-" you started, but he cut you off. "Court. My name is Court."

You finally met the man's eyes, red and puffy. "I don't want to hide anymore. I don't want to be a number they assigned me. I'm not just a pawn anymore." You stood, still not as tall as the man standing before you. Instinct took over, and you wrapped your arms tightly around his strong frame. "You were never just a number, Court." It took him a moment, but he finally embraced back, his body fully encapsulating yours. When he pulled away, he cupped the uninjured side of your face, thumb gently caressing your cheek. "On my life, I will never let anyone hurt you again." "I know you won't. Our lives are in your hands, Court. And there is no place they'd be safer." He smiled gently. "Get some sleep."

Nightmares drew you from your rest, each one a new torture Lloyd was able to inflict on you. The last was particularly gruesome, with Lloyd making you watch as he slowly killed Court. You screamed for him to stop, to hurt you instead, but Lloyd only laughed before returning to his sick torture.

Suddenly, you shot up, awake. You drew in a sharp gasp, realizing that you were safe at home. Court sat before you, scanning you for injuries. "Are you okay?" he asked quickly. "I heard you scream." You clutched onto him tightly, nodding your head. "Nightmare," you choked out.

Court's body relaxed, releasing a long breath. "Sorry. I thought something happened to you." You laughed slightly. "Only in my dreams." "Well, I'll let you get back to sleep," he said, standing. You quickly grabbed his arm. "Stay with me," you begged. He hesitated. "You need rest, too. Claire is just next door and we will all be much safer if you're well-rested." Court sighed deeply. "Okay."

He kicked off his shoes and removed his suit jacket before climbing into your bed. You must have gotten a few hours of rest as the sun had darkened and he had had time to clean up. His blue eyes stared deeply into yours as he lay across from you. Even as he rested, he looked tense. "Court?" you asked. He hummed in response. "I want you to know that Claire isn't the only family I have left. Not as long as I have you." "I'm not going anywhere," he assured you. "In the time I've stayed with you, I've grown fond of your family." He paused. "Especially you." Your heart fluttered, though this time not from fear. "I'm fond of you, too. Court, I," you paused, your cheeks flushing. "Go on," he urges, gently raising your chin to meet him in the eyes again. "I love you." Court takes a shaky breath in. "It's been a while since someone said those words to me." "I mean them, with every bit of myself." "I love you," he whispered back. Then a bit stronger, "I love you."

This time, you closed the space, pressing your lips gently onto his. He held you flush to him, his grip tighter than you had ever felt it before. Electricity pulsed through your veins, every part of you wanting to be connected to him. Court's touch was rougher than before, each passing second bliss within his hands.

Your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, but his hand caught yours first. "Not tonight," he said breathlessly. You blushed fiercely, but he drew your eyes to his again. "Not because I don't want to, but because you need rest." You nodded, relaxing into his strong frame. As he held you close, you finally drifted off into sleep. This time, no nightmares interrupted.

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #sierra six imagine #six x reader #six imagine #the gray man imagine #court gentry #court gentry x reader #court gentry imagine #the gray man x reader #the gray man

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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 548, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS:

Happy 62nd birthday, green man. You are surely missed.

WORDS: 1171

“So tell me Miss Katie- do you have a handsome boy friend in your life?”

I wrinkled my nose at the hair stylist’s rude question, but Katie’s snark and blunt humor made me smile.

“I’m ten years old.” Her hair covered her face, however I knew that she was throwing the otherwise nosey man a withering look. “That is way too young to be thinking about men. Besides, you’re too old for me.”

I burst out into loud laughter at her dry sense of humor.

The hair stylish chuckled awkwardly and I pulled up the business’ Yelp page.

1.7 stars out of 5 stars.

I tapped on the first review, which gave the shop a 1 star review.

The shop is ran and operated by one person, and he was rude and intrusive- do I have a boyfriend (I’m a lesbian) is the s3x good (I’m not interested in men in that way) am I on my monthly moon cycle (why do you want to know) is the flow heavy (MIND YOUR OWN DAMNED BUISINESS) every single time I would call him out on his creepy behavior, he would always claim that being a newcomer to America was weird, that American got weirdly offended at every little thing SMH this man is a joke to society

I frowned, turning my phone on and casually pointing it towards where Katie was having her hair cut.

“I am ten years old, and what’s it to you if I had my period yet?” Katie snapped. “You are very rude!”

“These kind of questions are not rude in my home country. Americans are so easy to offend!”

“Well then, why don’t you just return back there then?” Katie demanded to know in a hot tone of voice.

I immediately started to look for the nearest haircut establishment and found one four doors down.

I looked up just as the hair stylist was trying to show Katie a picture of someone.

“He would make a wonderful husband for you- he loves cats!”

“Sir, that’s enough.” I stood straight up and marched over to my daughter. “Katie, remove your cape at one. We’re taking our business elsewhere.”

I quickly gathered her up before we left, my cell phone still recording. I ushered her over towards the hair salon that I found, the both of us entering the fun, hip establishment.

“Hi there! Do you have an appointment?”

“We came from right down the street, and-” I started to explain.

“Say no more. I can take you back now. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Katie jumped up into a chair, having a cape tossed around her.

“I’m having my hair turned into a wig for my sister!” she explained. “She has Alopecia!”

“Have you heard of the New York Alopecia Society?”

“We have, yes,” I said, settling myself into a seat nearby. “It’s where we will send her hair once it’s cut.”

“Well, you’ll need to have at least eight ounces of hair measuring ten inches or more from tip to end. I should know as how I myself have Alopecia.”

“You do?” Katie asked, delight in her eyes as the woman removed her wig for Katie to examine.

“I do, yes.” The hair stylist took her into the back to wash her hair, and I posted the video that I had recorded of the inappropriate little man at Little Haircut Inc. up onto my Instagram.

@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, well Katie decided that she wanted a haircut, and this was the man who did her hair… at @littlehaircutinc

#SMH #umprofessional #rudelittleman #blamingamericanculture #incel #wtf #NOTMYDAUGHTERBITCH

@kellykent, EW GROSS

@petesteele4ever, toxic masculinity at its finest. I am so sorry that you went through this.

@Peter_Steele===========8) LOL Peter would lose his SHIT when you tell him about this clusterfuck of a human being!

@john316, hey there! We would love to partner with you and have you help us spread the word about our LORD AND SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST THE LORD! Send us a DM for more info!

@chocolaterobotchicken, ATTA GIRL KATIE! MAKE THAT FUCKING JACKASS FEEL THE BURN OF YOUR WORDS

@lzziegreen, if that fucking creep feels the need to be a fucking creep, then he SHOULD go back to his home country!

I smirked at the result of the shop owner of Little Haircuts Inc. being inappropriate towards my daughter, the FaceBook and Instagram quickly being swamped by Type O Negative fans and PeteClaire shippers who were infuriated at the salon owner’s inappropriate behavior with Katie.

“Karma is a bitch, you fucking pathetic little man,” I muttered before turning back to Katie and the hairdresser, who had introduced herself as Sally. Sally was leading Katie off to have her hair washed again, my daughter handing her back her wig.

“Well, Asian people naturally have thinner hair then what’s normally required to have a wig made. In that case, what will you do?”

“I think I’ll ask some friends of mine at school if they can give me their hair!” Katie was grinning as Sally did a quick wash, her fingers gently massaging moisturizing conditioner into her scalp.

“Ah, okay!” Sally was smiling as she dried the Asian American girl’s jet black hair right before helping her up and back into the chair. “Now, what haircut do you want me to do?”

“Mommy?” Katie asked me, summoning me to quickly find the picture of the haircut that Katie had fallen in love with. Layered waves of dark brown were cut to brush the shoulders of the smiling model.

“Ah, okay then!” Sally grinned as she set Katie’s hair into a ponytail and did a quick check in before she performed the first snip.

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autisticempathydaemon · 1 year

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under winter solstice skies (where our worlds will both collide)

Winter Day Four: Holiday

Key Words: Free, Vacation, Sports, Fall, Joy.

400+ words of Alexis and Milo bonding the only way virtual strangers can: clowning on the person they both know, i.e. Christian

“How’s it hangin up there? I thought bats were supposed to sit upside down in trees.” Alexis startles at Milo’s voice, intense gaze practically melting the snow at his feet, and despite his bravado, the shifter has to steel himself from jerking back. “You know… Cause vampires.”

“I don’t know. Please enlighten me,” the Solaire princess says dryly, sharp eyes now blank and expectant. Milo’s own eyes widen in momentary fear, sure for a terrifying moment that he’s just said something horrendously offensive, ruined relations with the Solaire clan, disappointed Christian, David, and his sweetheart in one fell swoop when Alexis laughs, leaves and snow drifting down with her movement. It’s a short, low sound that can barely be heard over the busy ski lodge, but, to Milo’s surprise, it’s damn near soft and friendly.

“I am good up here, thank you for asking,” she says politely, stepping down to a lower branch just above his head. “No vampires will become sunburnt piles of ash on Shaw Security watch. I’ll make sure to leave a good review on Yelp.” Alexis flashes him a twist of lips, a glimpse of white teeth, and he’s not sure, but Milo thinks he might just be having friendly banter with the Solaire first blood of all people.

“I’ll be sure to pass that along to David,” Milo responds with a wide grin. “Though I hope that would have already been the case. Christian’s kinda supposed to take care of you and protect you, part of the job and all.”

“Don’t tell him I said this-” Alexis says, leaning down with a peripheral glance and whisper; if her fangs weren’t digging into her lower lip, he thinks she would be grinning back at him. “-but he does actually take very good care of me. I just don’t tell him very often, or his head won’t fit in his snow helmet.”

Christian’s not sure what he expected to see when he made his way down the slope. He had hoped he’d see his secretly adoring girlfriend fawning at his snowboarding prowess or perhaps- a man can dream- waiting with baited breath in the shadows for his return. He definitely didn’t expect Alexis and Milo to be sporting identical, conspiratorial smirks when he trudges over or Milo breaking into raucous, knowing laughter as the taller werewolf takes off his helmet.

Christian is tempted to chase him off; after all, Milo was probably distracting Alexis from watching him kick Arden’s ass. Then his girl joins in the laughter, hiding her fanged smile in her sleeve- his sleeve- and Christian is faced with a temptation of another sort… to either kiss that beautiful face or throw a snowball at it.

#redactedasmr #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #redactedverse #redacted Alexis #redacted Christian #redacted fanfic #redacted milo #busybee writes #redacted fanfiction #redactedws22

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interlagosed · 2 years

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NOTE: Explicit reference to drug use.

"Ay, mierda! Por dios!"

Lando lazily glanced over at Carlos, who had just slammed his too-big book shut. His face was red even though they'd been sitting directly in front of their AC for the better part of an hour. Lando had long since taken to lying down on the cool, tiled floor; the very thought of carpet, like the kind that furnished most of his family's house in Anglosax, made him want to shrivel up and die.

And Jesus, was it bloody hot.

"Did your brain melt too?" Lando asked Carlos.

Carlos groaned and laid down beside Lando. Lando'd stripped down to his underpants, but Carlos was, for some reason, trying to be a hero. He was in shorts though otherwise shirtless (yum). For a moment, Carlos' shorts touched Lando's thigh, and Lando hissed with displeasure.

"Brain, eyes, ears, tongue," Carlos listed off, his voice uncharacteristically agitated.

"Some Navari you are."

Carlos clicked his tongue and rolled onto his stomach to glare at Lando. "Unprecedented heat wave, they said, eh? That means never before. So how do you expect me to be good at never-before heat?"

"Aw, are you grumpy?" Lando said, reaching over to pinch Carlos' cheek. Carlos yelped and swatted Lando's hand away. "Are you a grumpy-wumpy because it's so hottie-wottie?"

"Hottie-wottie?"

"Technical term."

"Of course. And yes, I am grumpy because I have to start working on my syllabus and-"

"And you can't do successfully that if you haven't read all the new books that have come out in the last year," Lando finished for Carlos. He really did look very pretty, as warm as Carlos was. Part of his hair was plastered to his forehead, the rest tufted up as a result of tousling from the AC. Lando reached forward and Carlos instinctively flinched away, but Lando persisted; he swept Carlos' hair back from his forehead, and Carlos sighed with relief. He really needed a haircut. But Lando wasn't about to tell his husband that. "I know."

"Exactly," Carlos said, closing his eyes. He was already stressed, and the heat wasn't helping. He was taking over for his father's famous Law and Political Economy of Hiberia course, the same one that Lando had taken his first year. Of course he was stressed. Not only was he taking over for angel guardian, President Carlos Sainz Cenamor, but he was taking over, more importantly, for his dad.

If the reviews weren't great, he'd never hear the end of it. But hey, at least he wasn't teaching the constitutional law class. Considering Lando's father-in-law had literally written the Hiberian constitution.

Thank God Lando's dad just did. Well. Whatever he did.

Normally, Lando would try to take the edge off of Carlos' stress with sex, but the idea of any part of his body touching Carlos' for long periods of time, let alone during any exertion-based activity, was- again, enough to make him want to shrivel up and die. But he had another idea.

"Baby," Lando said, "I'm going to make us some sundaes. Want to split a joint?"

Carlos looked over at Lando with an eyebrow raised. Lando shrugged and kissed Carlos' bare shoulder lightly, nuzzling at a particularly hairy patch on his upper arm. He was quite fond of Carlos' bear bits, even if Carlos didn't always enjoy the moniker.

"You're stressed. It's hot. Ice cream is good. Brain's not working anyway. Might as well double down, yeah?"

"I will not open a window for this," Carlos said, but he didn't sound dismissive of the idea.

"So we hot-box ourselves. Even better."

Carlos laughed and shrugged. "That does sound nice. Okay. I will roll. You get ice cream."

"Deal," Lando said, and made to get up with a loud, preemptive groan. But then Carlos gently took his arm and kept him where he was for a moment. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Lando's, soft, long, wonderful. Lando made a happy noise, deepening the kiss just slightly. He sucked on Carlos' lower lip, plush and lovely between his teeth, and Carlos ran his nails lightly down Lando's arm, making him shiver. When they pulled away from the kiss, Lando almost reconsidered his previous disdain for sticky sex.

Almost.

"I love you," Carlos said, like it was something he'd never said before. Like they hadn't been exchanging I-love-yous for nearly three years now. Like they hadn't been married for most of that. Like Lando wouldn't say it back every single time.

So Lando cupped Carlos' cheek, kissed him again, just as soft and long, and said, "I love you too. Now help me help you get fucked up."

Carlos laughed and released Lando. As Lando got up to go to the kitchen, he found he couldn't stop smiling. An unprecedented heat wave didn't seem quite so insurmountable anymore.

#¡revolución!#hibi writes #carlando #carlando ficlet #tw drugs

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ejzah · 2 years

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A/N: Happy 40th Birthday to Kensi Blye (Deeks). Once again, thanks to @mashmaiden for reminding me about this momentous occasion and brainstorming with me. She’s amazing as always!

Kensi and Deeks go on vacation and Kensi really enjoys, ahem, her birthday.

***

Steal Away With Me

“This is perfect,” Kensi sighed, resting her head on Deeks’ shoulder. He slid his hand down her back, the warmth easily permeating the thin material of her beach coverup, and heating her skin.

In honor of her 40th birthday, Deeks had gifted her a stay in a tropical resort. They’d decided on the week leading up to her birthday and the one after. Originally, they’d planned to bring Rosa along, but she’d insisted on them going alone, not wanting to intrude. Instead, she was staying with Roberta, which was only a mildly terrifying prospect. More so for Deeks, who had reviewed an entire list of rules with his mom before the left.

When they’d arrived, they found out they’d been upgraded to a deluxe villa and package thanks to Eric and Nell. It was more extravagant than their normal weekends to Mammoth or Malibu, but Kensi didn’t mind at the moment. She was enjoying every second. In a way, it made up for the honeymoon they never got around to.

Around them, several couples and families were spaced around the small cafe they’d chosen for today brunch. Tucked into a corner booth, it was almost as good as being alone.

“Mm,” Deeks responded. “Not that I don’t love our life, but waking up every morning to walk right out onto the beach and then ordering whatever we want for breakfast is pretty amazing.”

“And you know what’s even more amazing?”

“What?”

Kensi brushed her lips over his shoulder, loving the smooth feel of his bare skin. “Getting to spend all this time with you,” she answered with a soft smile. Deeks grinned back, angling his head to kiss her, their mouths lingering for several long, delicious moments.

With his skin bronzed a golden color, and blonder highlights in his hair, Kensi found it hard to keep her hands off Deeks. She ran her hands up his bare back now, pausing on his shoulders for a few seconds to explore the smooth skin over broad muscles before sliding down his chest.

Deeks gasped as she palmed one of his pecs for a second, his head lifting. There was a gleam in his eyes, visible beneath his bangs.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one seducing you,” he reminded her in a low tone that created interesting sensations in her stomach. Really they needed to leave soon before they overstepped the fairly lax rules and got kicked out for indecent behavior. “It is your birthday after all.”

“Mm, well turns out that seducing you works in out pretty good too,” Kensi told him, leaning in enough to reach his collar bone. She sucked at a patch of skin for several moments, feeling the steady increase of his pulse with every second. It made her grin.

Pulling back with a devious smile, Kensi took his hand and led him from the table, abandoning the remains of their fruit appetizer. They could get something more substantial later.

Somehow, they managed to keep their hands to themselves (well, for the most part) on the walk back to their villa, which overlooked a series of interconnected pools and outside cafes. As they reached the flight of stairs leading to the front patio, Deeks unexpectedly swung Kensi up into his arms, barely breaking his stride.

“What are you doing?” Kensi asked around surprised laughter.

“Never got a chance to properly do this when we got married,” he explained, shouldering the door open, and straight into the master bedroom.

“Deeks!” Kensi yelped as he tossed her onto the bed. She tried to give him a reproving look but they were both grinning way too hard for that, and ended up giggling again.

Balancing on her knees, Kensi settled her hands on Deeks’ hips, swirling her thumbs over the skin just above his waistband. He chuckled breathlessly but didn’t try to stop her wandering hands.

“You’re having very dirty thoughts, Mrs. Deeks,” he gasped out as she slipped her fingertips just inside his trunks. He looked down at her with an easy, happy smile.

“Constantly,” she confirmed. Leaning forward, she paused just a few millimeters from his skin, looking him directly in the eye as she pressed an open mouthed kiss above his pelvis.

Deeks groaned, head tipping back, eyes closed. Flushing with arousal at the sight, Kensi worked her way from one hip to the other, slowly easing his shorts a little lower, until Deeks was rocking in an uneven rhythm. She eased off with a final kiss.

Kensi settled back on her knees, taking in Deeks’ flushed skin to the hard line of his erection visible through his trunks. She squeezed her thighs together as another wave of arousal ran through her, settling low in her stomach.

She stripped her coverup off, tossing it in the general direction of the sole chair in the room, and Deeks followed the move eagerly, gaze drifting over her newly revealed skin. His eyes were a deep, clear blue she only ever saw in moments like this.

“Should I keep going?” She ran her fingers over him and Deeks jerked again. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe later.” Drawing even with the bed, Deeks ran his fingertip across the top of her bikini. Then he cupped the back of her head, bringing her mouth to his in a searing kiss, which Kensi returned enthusiastically, tangling her fingers in his hair to draw him even closer.

Her bikini top fell away with a few deft tugs from Deeks’ fingers and then she was almost blissfully naked against him. Moving backwards, Kensi tugged Deeks with her, relishing the familiar weight of his body over hers.

Kensi was breathless when their mouths finally parted. She sighed, back arching, and clung to his biceps, as Deeks took his turn exploring her body with mouth and hands.

“Mm, love you,” Deeks murmured against the swell of her breast.

They were less hurried and frantic this time than when they first arrived on the island. Now they drew out every moment like they rarely had the time for, enjoying every touch, the movements gliding against each other.

Some unknown time later, Kensi gasped in small breaths, head falling to Deeks’ chest as small tremors continued to running through her. Beneath her ear, she heard and felt his heart beating to match her own rhythm. Sighing, Kensi pressed a clumsy kiss to his sweat-damp skin, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer.

“Still got it,” she muttered. Deeks’ chest shuddered with a breathless laugh and he slid one arm over her back.

“Damn right, you do.”

Skin cooling with the gentle breeze blowing through the window, Kensi twined her leg between Deeks’, and dozed off.

***

“Hey, baby,” Deeks whispered, nudging her away.

“Mm, just a few more minutes,” she begged, holding Deeks tighter, like she could physically keep him there in bed with her. He didn’t make any attempt to move, but trailed his fingers through her hair, fiddling with the strands.

“I’d love to stay here forever, but our scuba diving session starts in an hour and half.”

“Oh yeah.” Kensi wrinkled her nose and squinted one eye open. The sun was still shining brightly through billowy white curtains over the windows so they must not have slept that long. “Why did we sign up for that again?”

“Because we didn’t want to be the couple that spent their entire exotic vacation in bed?” Deeks answered with a shrug.

“Right.” Sighing, she crawled up onto her elbows, and dropped a kiss on Deeks’ lips. “Then you better go get me some food, or else I’m not going to make it,” she said. Deeks held back his smirk admirably and started sliding out of bed.

“That I can do.”

“Make sure you get at least two donuts,” she called after him as he reached the door. “And put on some pants!”

***

A few hours later, Kensi and Deeks walked the path from their villa to one of the island restaurants. They’d spent two hours scuba diving, and despite Kensi’s initial reluctance, she’d enjoyed it thoroughly. Deeks, water creature that he was, was completely in his element.

They’d since changed for dinner, Kensi in a sapphire blue halter dress and Deeks in white pants and a lighter blue shirt that emphasized his tan.

Since it was yet another beautiful day, they chose a table on the small patio outside the restaurant. Within a few minutes, their sever brought drinks and took their orders, leaving them alone once again.

“You are so beautiful,” Deeks told her, folding his hands around hers atop the table.

“So are you,” Kensi returned and he shook his head, snorting.

“You know, I was going to make this really romantic speech,” he continued, staring at her fondly. “But I guess I’ll just say that I love you more than ever and everything about you.”

“Even when I still leave towels on the floor and Reese’s wrappers in the car?”

Deeks inclined his head, debating her question.

“I wouldn’t say I love it per se, but it’s a part of you, and I love you. I’m not sure what I’d do if you stopped being messy altogether,” he said.

“That would be weird,” Kensi agreed. They were silent for a moment and then Deeks reached into his pants pocket and removed a small box.

“And as a symbolic representation of that love, Rosa and I got you this.” He placed it atop her plate, his voice dipping a little lower.

“You already got me the best trip of my life, I don’t think I need anything else.”

“Just open it, Baby.”

Kensi did as he suggested, her curiosity getting the better of her. She gasped at the three silver hearts linked together on a thin chain.

“Oh, Deeks…” she felt tears fill her eyes and leaned over to hug him.

“I love it.”

Deeks answering grin was blinding. He squeezed her tightly, then came around to her side and carefully removed the delicate necklace, linking it around her neck. It settled just above her breastbone.

“Happy Birthday, Kensi,” Deeks whispered, kissing her cheek. “We all love you so much.”

***

A/N: I know this was equal parts cheesy and smutty. Hope you enjoyed!

I always like to think that Eric and Nell would use their good fortune to take good care of their friends, especially the ones that gave Eric so very many loans (yeah I’m still not over that completely). I know they each got $10,000 last season, but…I think he can afford a bit more.

#ncis la fanfiction #kensi blye #marty deeks #densi #Kensi’s 40th Birthday #happy birthday Kensi Blye!#take the next train to smutsville #fluff #ejzah fanfiction

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lec743 · 2 years

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Writing Trade For @s-s-ironnie

Donnie was in his lab working on upgrading his personal computer. His lab was slightly vibrating from the dubstep that he was listening to as he was trying to drown out the shenanigans his family was doing. What shenanigan-er-ies could his brothers be doing, he does not know, nor does he care currently as he was installing a more proficient coolant system into his computer, to keep it from overheating from all the songs he’s downloaded from the Internet that reminds him of Iris.

He was laying on his side, underneath his desk, as he was holding in place a difficult nut and bolt with one hand, while trying to find the proper sized wrench with the other hand, “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. Will you hand me the ¼ wrench!”

There was no answer.

“S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!”

Still no answer.

Donnie sighed, irritated as he let go of the nut and bolt and the nut popped him in the middle of his forehead as he shimmied his way out from under his desk.

Sitting up he turned off the dubstep and yelled, “S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.” even louder.

There wasn’t even the sound of tiny rotor blades humming, implying that the little purple turtle drone is around, but is just ignoring him. Donnie then realized that the house was relatively quiet to begin with, minus the sound of Splinter snoring in his recliner as a Korean drama played in the background.

Donnie stood up as he got a sudden bad premonition. Usually when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. doesn’t talk to him, it’s after having a big fight, but the two of them haven’t had a fight like that in a whole month. Which is their best record so far. So Donnie could only conclude that his brothers have done something to his baby and are trying to fix it before he finds out.

Donnie stormed out of his lab as he rushed through the lair to try and find them. He speed-walked through the living/skateboarding room. He investigated each of his brother’s rooms. He then immediately ran to the kitchen and found his brothers congregated around the kitchen table.

Pointing dramatically at his brothers, he shouted, “Where’s S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.!?”

Flinching, Raph turned around as Mikey and Leo slid on either side of Raph. All three of them were trying to block his view of the kitchen table.

Having none of it, Donnie engaged his extra robo-arms in his battle shell and used them to push them out of the way, much to their pleading cries to wait. Donnie gasped at the sight on the table.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was a mess. His little turtle head was caved in on the side and his eye lens was sloppily glued back in place. He was missing his front right roto blade. There was a big, jagged crack across his back, and he looked like he was fished out of the muck of the sewer and only recently, hastily cleaned up.

Donnie usually has all the words, any words, to describe a bad situation; your incompetence is as mind blowing as a bad yelp review, you’d struggle with throwing away a paper ball, your voice is as grating at a cheese grater on glass, or even babies are smarter than you. For Donnie, this takes the cake and his words as he picked up S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and glared at his brothers as he walked by them.

“Donnie, we didn’t—” Raph tried to say but was cut off by the soft-shelled turtle.

“Not. A word.”

With one last glare at his brothers, he stormed off to his lab.

First and foremost, Donnie made sure that the most important part of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was well and intact, his memories. Once he was in his lab, Donnie gently sat the little drone down on the table next to his computer set up while pushing aside his previous mess, then quickly got into S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s hardware and extracted his protected memory bank, then he plugged it into his computer. He did a diagnostic check on the software to see if any files were corrupted by the external damage.

There was damage, not surprising, considering the damaged state the little drone is in, with most of the corrupted memory files being from that day before he got hurt. Also, not surprising since these are all categorized as short-term memory and deemed not needed to be saved, via his special programing.

Then he saw smaller chunks of corrupted memory that’s set in his long-term memory files. The memory of them overcoming their differences and the Purple Dragon’s meddling. The memory of them fighting beast mode Shredder together. The memory of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. finally developing speech.

Donnie felt his lip quiver at the thought that S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. considered these memories worth holding on to, but he coughed that feeling away to replace it with anger at his brothers. He wanted to scream but he settled for groaning loudly as he leaned hard into his swivel chair. He turned away from his computer monitor and looked towards S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s busted frame.

He was doing mental calculations for what the little drone would need, and whether it would be a good idea just to remake his body entirely. Then as he was doing the math in his head, a simple thought slipped into his mind. The fact that this accident, this incident that completely destroyed S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N., will change him completely. Even if he makes his body just the way it was before he was broken, the little drone won’t be the same, even if he manages to find copies of the corrupted memories, they won’t be his memories.

Donnie’s vision started to blur as this thought ricocheted through his head. Trying to fight it, he quickly stood up and went to his toolbox to find his tiny tools so that he can salvage what he can of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s broken body. As he was unscrewing a rotor blade, he tried to breath evenly to keep himself from crying, but as soon as he started working on the second rotor blade, he felt hot tears run down his masked face.

The soft-shelled turtle could barely see, but he refused to stop working. He was grimacing hard as the tears kept coming out of him, resigned to the state that he’s in but still angry about it.

Donnie didn’t know how long he was working on salvaging S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s body. What he managed to set aside was his good rotor blades, the lenses were still good and intact despite the head being smashed in, and he was slowly discerning which of the hardware for flight function was the least water damaged when he heard her voice.

“Donnie,” Iris’s voice was soft and hesitant.

The purple coded turtle was already a mix of emotions, and with her here, it felt like a whole bottle of potassium was thrown into his personal cup of water. He froze in his actions, debating on whether he should try and hid his tears to save face for his bad boy persona he’s been trying hard to cultivate around her, or if that’ll just make him look even more of a loser than he already felt like.

“Your brothers told me what happened to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. I’m so sorry he got hurt,” Iris said, her voice getting closer.

Donnie went back to work on the little drone as he continued not to say anything as he was thinking very hard of the situation that he was in. Simultaneously trying to pretend that he doesn’t care if Iris thinks less of him for crying over a drone and praying to any gods or magical creatures or whatever that she really won’t think less of him. All while trying to think of a what he can say back.

There was a little gasp as Iris walked around the other side of the table to see the damage. Donnie looked up from his work to see her in all her beauty. She was wearing her usual purple and yellow dress, and her long orange-red hair was tied back with a purple bow. She gave him the most heartbroken look, even her pointed elf-like ears were drooping.

Her genuine sadness over S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s broken visage made something break in Donnie and he dropped his tiny screwdriver, then covered his eyes with his hands as he sobbed.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything but cry. He didn’t even realize that Iris was hugging him until he was gasping for breath.

“There, there,” she said, as he felt her petting his head, “I know. It’s hard when people you care about get hurt. Cry for as long as you need to.”

Donnie was still sitting in his chair, while Iris was standing in front of him between his legs, while his face was pressed against her diaphragm area. She felt soft and warm and smelled like sweet mixed berry pie. His hands shook with nerves as he attentively wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her a bit more snugly against himself as he was starting to calm down.

It’s not like he hasn’t gotten hugs from her before. It’s just they recently got into the hugging faze of their friendship and this is their first kind of emotionally fraught hug, and it felt more intimate than the usual quick squeezes they give each other. It was nice though.

Coughing, Donnie said, “Um. Could you go grab my water bottle that’s on my nightstand.”

She smiled at him and nodded. Then she grabbed his water bottle that was by his incubator bed and handed it to him.

Donnie chugged the water bottle empty, then taking a few moments to wipe away his tears and runny nose, without looking at her he gave her a bashful, “Thanks.” Then the threw the water bottle over his head and into his lab to be picked up later.

“Of course. Any time,” she said enthusiastically. Then she asked, “So, what else can I do to help?”

“Can you use magic to fix him back to normal?”

She laughed at his joke, then said, “No. As far as I know, magic doesn’t work like that, but I can help you get supplies or devices or anything else you might need.”

“I have to finish seeing what I can salvage from him first,” Donnie said as he turned away from her.

“How about we get one of your brothers to do the slowly taking apart bit while you and I head to the surface to see what the electronics store has,” she said as she walked around the table to stand in front of him.

Donnie gave her a disbelieving look as he twiddled a screw between his fingers.

“Okay. Okay. Not your brothers, but you can salvage the rest of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. later, the stores will close, up top soon,” she said.

“And they’ll be open tomorrow. Right now, seeing what S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. does have still working for him is more important.”

She puffed out her cheeks in a pout. Then Donnie watched her drag her chair, that she sits at for art projects, over to the table he was working on, and she sat down in front of him.

“Okay, then I’ll help you get through this faster,” she said as she reached for a piece of the purple drone, but then she hesitated and asked him, “But only if you want my help.”

“Thank you… I’d like that,” he said as he looked down at the busted drone.

Nodding, Iris picked up a piece of S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and Donnie handed her a flat head screwdriver.

They sat silently as they both worked together to take apart the little drone, but after Iris asked him if a computer chip was worth saving, he asked her a question of his own.

“Why is it so important to you that I get this done as soon as possible?”

“The sooner we get him fixed, the sooner you’ll feel better, and the sooner you start feeling better, the sooner I’ll get to see your beautiful smile again.”

Donnie felt all fluttery inside from his smile being called beautiful, and he saw Iris’s face turn a dark shade of pink as she seemed to realize what she just said. They both looked away from each other.

“A-anyways, the chip! Is it good or not?” she asked him again.

“Junk it.”

Donnie and Iris managed to take apart S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s old body and they managed to salvage a number of things that were primarily plastic or metal like his rotors and camera lenses, but they also managed to salvage his flight pattern abilities, and his original voice box.

They both stretched in their chairs from being hunched over for so long, and Iris pulled out her phone.

“Oh! Yes! We have two hours until all the good tech stores close for the night. Do you know what we should get for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.?”

Donnie stood up as he rolled his shoulders, saying, “Yah. I can make the body, but I’ll need to buy some special wiring and chips that are mass-produced that I can’t make myself,” then he got out his own phone as he got on the map app, “There’s a Mousey’s Click Tech shop that’s a ten-minute train ride from here. They should have what I need.”

Iris hopped out of her seat and cheered, “Alright. Then get your hoodie on and let’s a go! Go! Go!”

He sighed and smiled at her as he meandered over to his lose laundry pile and picked out a purple hoodie from a dozen identical hoodies. Iris skipped ahead of him as he was putting on his hoodie and they walked out of his room/lab. As they were leaving Splinter was still fast asleep in his recliner, but Mikey was sitting on the floor beside him as he was watching the Korean drama too.

Donnie saw Mikey turn at the noise they were making as they were leaving, and the soft-shelled turtle avoided his gaze as he turned his hoodie up. Iris was helping his mood, but he was still angry at them for not immediately telling him about S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

The two of them boarded the earliest train that arrived at the station and made it to the tech store in fifteen minutes. Now usually when they travel together Iris would tell him about her day, how her mother’s shop is doing, and/or tell him something she found interesting. Instead, she was focused more on her phone as she was texting someone, which is fine, since he was focused more on trying to remember what that one really durable plastic is called so that he can make S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s body out of it.

The two of them walked into the store and it smelled of plastic, fresh ozone, and freshly sprayed febreze. A thin, shaggy white guy with dreads was sitting at the counter with his feet propped up on the counter as he was playing on his phone. Donnie asked him if he had any of the items he needed on stock, before the two of them went looking around the store.

“I don’t know man. You’ll just have to look.”

Annoyed, Donnie sighed and said, “Fine.”

He and Iris walked around the little store to try and find internal computer components but the more they looked, the more they saw that they barely had anything, and what they did have wasn’t compatible for drones or complex computers.

The two of them went back to the front counter where the guy hasn’t moved and hasn’t looked up from his phone as Iris said, “Um, could you look in the back storage for what we need. We couldn’t find it on the shelves.”

“Sorry, Ma’am, if it’s not on the shelves, then we don’t have it,” he said as his phone suddenly got musically energetic like he opened a special box in the game on his phone.

“Okay. Then when are you expecting the computer parts to show?” Donnie asked as he leaned angrily against the counter.

“I don’t know. We’ve been waiting for a month now. If you want to add a new keyboard to your computer, we have those,” he said, still not looking at them.

Donnie was glaring heavily at the disinterested man, and Iris pulled him back by his shoulder and started gently pushing him towards the front door, as she said, “Okay. Well, we hope you can get all your stuff as soon as you can. Have a good rest of your night.”

“You too, Ma’am.”

The two of them stood on the street as Donnie groaned out his frustrations.

“Welp, that was a bust,” Iris said, “but it’s no big deal. We can go to other stores.”

He sighed, then said, “Yah. We can.”

Then he got out his phone and looked at the map to see where else they can go shopping for the parts he needs.

They went searching at every store they could reach quickly. They tried another Mousey’s Click Tech store. Then they tried a store called Pineapple. Then a store called Junk Tech. Then Future Tech. Ghost In the Shell. Galaxy Tech. Drone Heaven. Turbo Tech. Each store that they visited, the more frustrated Donnie felt and even Iris was getting annoyed, as the stores were either as bare as the first store they went to, or it was even more bare.

“What the heck is going on. Why is every tech store like this!” Donnie yelled at the sharply dressed woman at the counter.

The brown skinned woman with long black hair and half her head shaved stared at Donnie with a professional glare.

Iris sighed as she lightly turned the purple coded turtle away from the working woman and she said in an annoyed tone but much calmer voice, “Sorry. We’re having a rough night. He just lost someone special to him and we just can’t seem to find the parts we need.”

The woman’s face softened then she said, “I’m sorry to hear that. But yah, every tech store is having shortages.”

“Do you know why,” Iris asked as she gently rubbed Donnie’s back who’s resigned himself to smooshing his face onto the counter.

“Have you two heard of Bit Coin?”

They both said yes.

“I absolutely hate the concept of it, and I’m surprised it’s still going,” Donnie said at the same time as Iris said, “I love it. I think it’s going to be our new future.”

The two of them looked at each other in surprise, but their attention was put back on the woman as she spoke.

“Well, whatever your stance on the new fake money is, these people who create Bit Coin have been buying up all the computer components to keep their giant c.p.u.’s running. So if you decide to buy online, don’t get a used part. It’ll just die on you after two boot ups, okay.”

“Okay,” Iris said

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier,” Donnie mumbled to her as they were walking out, and the lady was following to lock the door behind them.

“Thank you. I understand losing someone too,” she said.

“Have a good night,” Iris told her as they were outside.

“You too and stay safe out their kids.”

Then she locked the door and turned out the main lights. Iris was texting someone on her phone while Donnie was trying to think of where else they could possibly go, since ordering anything online is not available to him.

“Hey.”

Donnie turned to Iris with a questioning hum.

“You know who I bet has a finger to the pulse on this whole shortage situation and would be exploiting it for any money he can get? Repo Mantis,” she said as she put away her phone, “If he has anything, it’d be him.”

“If he does, it’s more likely that he’s doing it on accident, you know, unless someone’s told him already. But even if he does have what we need it’s not like he’ll sell it to us at a reasonable price.”

“Who said anything about buying,” Iris said as she gave Donnie a sweet and mischievous smile.

Donnie’s brain kind of fizzled at the sight of her smile. He loves her smiles, but her lets-start-trouble-on-purpose smile is his favorite.

Already walking towards the scrapyard to hide the, what he considered, obvious lovestruck look on his face, Donnie said, “Welp. The night’s not getting any younger.”

Iris jogged to catch up to him and once she was walking side by side with him, she hip-bumped him and said, “Yah! We’re going to get those parts and you’ll be able to rebuild S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and you’ll talk with your brothers again.”

Donnie huffed at that last comment.

“Have you heard what happened from their point of view?” Iris asked, hesitantly.

“No. And I don’t want to. You saw how bad S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. looked and it was just his body. I didn’t show you, but his mind got corrupted by the damage too. He’ll never be the same again.”

Donnie felt his eyes sting with budding tears, and he rubbed his eyes, then looked back at Iris. She was looking at him with sad puppy eyes, like she wanted to say more, but didn’t know what to say.

He looked away from her because he was starting to feel weak against her puppy eyes. They were essentially telling him to just; pretty, pretty, please talk to your brothers. After a few seconds he looked back at her and she was still looking at him with sad, pleading eyes that seemed to have gotten bigger somehow.

He groaned to the sky as they waited for the street sign to give them the okay to cross as he said, “Okay! Okay… I’ll hear their side of the story. But I’m still going to be mad that they didn’t send S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to me as soon as they could have.”

She patted his back with a small smile and said, “That’s fine.”

The Repo Mantis Salvage yard was dark, with only a few key lights lighting up certain areas, like the front entrance. The small building that Repo Mantis lives in and his shop, and the heavy-duty equipment that’s used to break up cars.

Donnie and Iris were a few yards away scoping out the scene and making sure that Repo’s giant mutated cat wasn’t prowling around. Using his goggles, Donnie scanned Repo’s small shop and saw that the mutant mantis man had a lot of busted computers in it.

“I think he got rid of his pet cat,” he stated.

“No. I can smell her. She’s still here, but probably locked up somewhere.”

“…You can smell the cat on the wind?” Donnie raised his goggles and looked at her.

“Yah, you know that smell. That pungent cat smell that people have in their homes. You probably don’t recognize it because you guys don’t have a pet cat,” Iris said.

“Okay. Well, the small shop has a bunch of electronics in it, your theory may be right,” he said as he looked back at the scrap yard, “We’ll have to be careful. If he shows up, you run as fast as you can okay. I’ll make sure he can’t hurt you.”

“Uh, no?” She chuckled, “I’m not leaving you behind. If we get caught, we stick together. You hear me, Mister?”

Donnie groaned, then he said, “Okay. How about this. We just play by ear. Does that sound good to you?”

She hummed a high-pitched “okay” at him.

The two of them snuck onto Repo’s scrap yard and Donnie expertly unlocked the four different locks the mutant man has on the door to his workshop, then deactivated the silent alarm.

Donnie activated two extra robot arms to come out of his battle shell while holding two flashlights. It was small and the inside was a mess of broken electronics of mostly computers, but what wasn’t broken was expertly taken apart and labeled.

“Ohhh,” Iris squealed quietly, “This looks promising.”

Donnie nodded in agreement with her.

The two of them looked through the labeled computer parts and other scrap. Donnie found everything he needed and more for his little drone. However, Donnie took only what he needed. He then turned to Iris to tell her that they should go, but she had her arms full of different computer chips and wires and miniature cameras.

“What are you doing!?” he harshly whispered at her.

“I’m trying to get as much good stuff for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.,” she whispered back just as harshly.

“He doesn’t need all that hardware! Put it back! Back! Back! Back!” he said in a panic under his breath as he tried to get her to silently put everything away.

“Oh, come on,” she breathed, “Don’t you think these will make S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s eye’s pop with these types of cameras?”

They were shiny and brand new looking, and Donnie could see that they were the latest model of robotics cosmetics. His mouth drooled a little at the sight, but he shook his head and was determined to be resolute.

“No! S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s current eyes are still good,” he murmured.

Amidst their arguing, Donnie accidentally elbowed a pile of neatly stacked laptops that crashed loudly to the floor. Less than a minute later, the lights in the shop were turned on and a giant purple mantis with an Elvis style hairdo appeared in the entrance. Repo’s buggy face was furrowed with such a deep rage that it was almost like a canyon of anger was etched across it. He stood in an attacking stance like normal praying mantis do when they get ready to hunt their pray.

“Trespassers! I’m gonna decapitate ya!”

Repo lunged at them, swinging his claws like scythes.

Donnie pushed Iris out of his path as he dodged the other way. He got out his bō staff and got ready to fight, but Repo instead was going after Iris. Repo swiped at her, but she dodged with amazing agility and grace. Doing backflips, sliding under a table covered in tech to block, and side stepping like she was dancing with the giant mutant mantis.

“Hold still,” Repo yelled at her.

She kept on dodging, but this time, while giving him the finger.

Donnie ran up to Repo, hopped on his back, and put the mantis man into a choke hold using his staff.

“Go!” He yelled at her, “I’ll be right behind you!” Nodding, she ran around them and slid out the workshop door.

While Repo flailed around trying to get Donnie off his back, the teenage turtle planted his feet firmly on his back, then at the same time as he released the chokehold, Donnie pushed off Repo and did a backflip. Landing on his feet. Repo, however, was pushed roughly forward into a pile of old junk computers. The force of his landing made a shelf above him fall and a pile of paint cans crashed on top of him.

Donnie flinched at the sight, but when he heard the mutant mantis groan, he ran out the workshop door while pocketing his staff.

As he ran out, he saw that Iris was anxiously jogging in place while waiting for him.

“Come on!” he said as he grabbed her hand.

The two of them raced out of the scrap yard and ran through the streets. Neither of them stopping until they were both out of breath and were deep inside the city.

The two of them were catching their breath crammed in between a dark alleyway. Iris moved to the entrance of the alleyway to double check and see if they were followed, and Donnie noticed that they were still holding hands.

There’s not a lot of situations in which he can contrive a reason for them to hold hands. She has very pretty hands with a lot of work done on her long nails to make them look cute. He’s sure they’re not fake long nails but regardless, she takes good care of them. Her soft hands are strong, like she could snap his neck with one hand if she wanted to and he’s not sure why he likes that idea so much. She loosened her grip on his hand and he reluctantly let go as she used it to tuck a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

“I think we’re safe,” she said.

Donnie fiddled with his controller wristwatch and retracted his two robo-arms back into his battle shell, and Iris untied Donnie’s hoodie from around her waist and gave it back to him so he could put it back on.

“Thanks,” he said as he started putting his hoodie back on, “What you did back there was really cool, I didn’t think all your dancing prowess could make you an excellent dodger.”

“Hehe,” he laughed as she rubbed the back of her neck, “I think that was mostly adrenaline but look what I managed to get.”

From out of her dress pockets, she pulled out the two advanced robot eyes that they were arguing over before.

“Now, before you say anything,” she said, reading the look on his face, “I know you said you don’t need them, but these are just for incase. You know? I want our favorite little drone to not have to worry about his eyes in the future.”

She handed them to Donnie and waited for him to take them.

Donnie sighed, then smiled at her and took the robo eyes, placing them with the other hardware for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s rebuilding.

“Thank you for caring so much about him with me. It means a lot.”

“Of course, Donnie. You both mean a lot to me. Now let’s go home. The boys have some explaining to do and you have some listening to do.”

As they made their way to the nearest train station, Donnie groaned but didn’t argue with her and Iris got out her phone and started texting with someone.

The two of them entered the lair and they walked into the living/skateboarding room and saw that Splinter was still asleep in his recliner, but the projector was off and most of the noise was coming from the kitchen.

The two of them entered the kitchen and saw that dinner was made for Iris and Donnie.

Raph was doing the dishes. Leo was reading a comic at the kitchen table and sitting next to him was Mikey who was drawing something.

“Oh, this looks so good. Thanks for making this for us, Mikey,” Iris said.

All three turtle boys snapped their head up at her voice and they all looked at Donnie.

“You guys knew we were coming,” Donnie asked.

“Yah, Iris has been texting us all night since you two had left,” Raph said as he dried off his hands on a rag.

The two of them sat down and started to eat.

“Thank you, Mikey,” Donnie mumbled over his food.

Mikey smiled at him.

As they ate, Donnie could tell that his brothers were trying very hard not to say anything too soon, and it was slowly grating on his nerves.

When he finished eating, he said, “Okay. I’m listening. What happened when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was with you guys.”

Iris was still eating, but she was silently watching everyone interact with each other.

Leo and Mikey turned to Raph who was leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Okay. So, a giant alligator/crocodile mutant guy was prowling around outside our lair when we were all goofing around. The guy then attacked us, unprovoked, and tried to bite us to death. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was trying to help us by being a distraction to him so that we could get out our weapons, but the alligator/crocodile guy managed to get him with his massive tail and just batted him into the concrete wall, and he then bounced into some sewer muck,” Raph said.

Donnie gave his brothers concerned looks.

“Don’t worry. The crocodile guy hasn’t comeback yet,” Leo said.

“I’m still wondering why he attacked us in the first place, thou,” Mikey said as he continued drawing.

“Why didn’t you guys just bring him immediately to me,” Donnie asked, pleadingly.

Donnie saw Mikey put down his coloring pencil, but he didn’t look at him and Leo went back to looking at his comic, but he wasn’t reading it. Donnie turned his attention back to Raph.

“We were all kind of scare of how you’d react. Even S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was scared. He asked us to try and fix him before he shut down,” Raph explained.

Donnie was reeling at this information.

“I’m not that scary when I’m angry… Am I,” he turned and asked Iris.

She winced at him a little as she brought her hand up and made her thumb and pointer finger almost touch each other.

Donnie turned away from her as he brought his hand up to his head and rubbed it, sighing into the table. Then he sat up and looked at his brothers.

“I’m sorry I made you guys feel that way. I want you all to know, no matter how angry I get, I still want to know these things. I need to know these things. Or S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s memory wouldn’t have gotten as bad as it is.”

Mikey looked up at Donnie and Leo looked over his comic at him while Raph stood up straighter.

Mikey asked, “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

Looking away from them, Donnie told them what he found out about the little drone’s damaged memories and how it’ll affect him in the future. When he looked back at his brothers, all three of them were teary eyed and they immediately moved to embrace him. Donnie was almost tipped out of his chair by the force of his brother’s hugs. Mikey and Raph were crying the loudest while Leo was crying silent, guilty tears.

“We’re so sorry,” Mikey spoke for them all, “We should have just bit the bullet and showed you the damage immediately.”

Donnie let them cry since he hashed out all his crying earlier, but he hugged them back as best he could as he said, “I’m sorry too.”

Donnie then saw Iris come over with a soft smile on her face as she joined in on the hug. She patted him on the head like she was saying, good boy, to him. He puffed out his cheeks at her in a pout. Her smile widened in response and that made him look away from her in shy embarrassment.

Eventually his brothers let him out of the hug, and he was able to stand up.

“Hey, don’t feel too guilty guys. You three did do a good job on cleaning away the sewer muck from him and it minimized the damaged to his memories,” Donnie said to reassure his brothers.

“And we got all the parts we need to rebuild S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. good as new,” Iris chimed in.

Leo was wiping off his face as he said, “That’s good at least.”

Having finished drying off his face, Raph said, “Okay guys. It’s pretty late. We should head to bed and let Iris go home,” then quietly to a still weeping Mikey, Raph said, “Come on, little man. You can sleep with me tonight if you want.” Mikey nodded his head as he let Raph lead him to his room while Leo followed them out.

Donnie and Iris were now alone in the kitchen. Iris started picking up the dirty dishes from the kitchen table and Donnie followed her lead.

“Hey. Thanks again for tonight,” Donnie said, “and uh, I have another favor to ask of you, if it’s okay?”

“Of course it is,” she said as she put the dirty dishes into the sink.

“Can you… help me think of a code word we could use to signal to me that I’m getting too angry? I don’t think I understand just how much anger I have in me, and maybe I can avoid something like this happening again.”

He was avoiding making eye contact with her as he asked this, and he only looked at her when she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Heck yah, I will. And we can get your brothers in on this too and we can all brainstorm together. It’ll be fun.”

She gave him the biggest and sweetest smile he’s seen from her yet.

Smiling softly at the sight; he took her hand off his shoulder, gripped it lightly in both of his hands, and gently raised her fingers to his forehead where they lightly brushed against him.

“Thank you,” he said looking down, then looking back up at her face he said, “Truly. You’re too good for me.”

Donnie saw her wide smile had shrunk down into a tight-lipped smile, and her face seemed to be turning a bright shade of pink. She took her hand back with an awkward laugh that confused him.

“Okay. Well. I’ll see yah around,” she said as she speed-walked away from him and she said, “Text ya later!”

Then she was out of his sight.

Donnie stood alone in the kitchen for a minute, confused by the situation, until realization hit him in the face.

“Oh no,” he said to himself as he staggered against the kitchen counter and covered his mouth with his hand, “Was I being too forward?”

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Part 6: Orc-isms and Uh-ohs

Male Orc (He/Him pronouns) x Female Human Reader (She/Her pronouns) - NSFW Chapter

- NSFW time, baby... sort of. 😈 I have been busy, so I didn't proof-read this. Sorry for any typos. -

The ride back to your house was quiet. You were both exhausted, especially Oluan. He did well at the party, even had fun, but the constant string of social interactions drained him. Still, he seemed content, periodically glancing at you with a soft smile and holding your hand with more confidence. He even allowed his fingers to trace your arm, though he quickly stopped when he realized it.

You wanted to sleep, but you didn't want to sleep alone. Not tonight, not now. You wanted to know Oluan's body heat, his breathing patterns, if his ears twitched when he dreamed. Maybe it was too soon. You were not looking for sex- not entirely. That was a conversation for another time. But you wanted him all the same. It was too soon and too late and too much to ask, you told yourself.

"Can I spend the night with you?" you asked, gaze plastered to the car window. The sidewalks and lights blurred together in a parade of color.

Oluan was silent for a moment. You could feel him staring, presumably wondering if he had heard you correctly. He cleared his throat. "You want to?"

You hummed in affirmation, adding, "I'm not... I don't know if I want to have sex tonight. But I want to sleep next to you." The parade slowly separated as Oluan stopped the car and made a U-turn.

"I assume that's a yes," you giggled. You turned to see him grinning a beautiful grin, wide enough to make his tusks slide upward. You rested your head against his shoulder.

"It's an emphatic yes," Oluan said, "Hopefully my place isn't too messy."

You snorted. "You saw mine. If it's any worse than that, I think you should have it condemned."

"You do eat a lot of take-out," he smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Excuse me while I mentally prepare the bad reviews I'm going to write for all of your books."

"You wouldn't dare."

"No, but it was an amusing thought."

Oluan's house was just outside of the city, tucked away in the woods. You pulled into a long driveway, slightly uphill, trees on either side twisting above like two clawed hands meeting. He had no outdoor lighting, making everything unnaturally dark. Oluan opened your door, gently helping you from the car, your discarded heels in his free hand. You admired the stars for a moment, a rare sight in the city. He curled his arm around your waist.

"Can you walk? You're barefoot," Oluan commented.

"What, you offering to carry me bride style? Seems a little too romantic." The gravel was cold, sure, but you could manage.

You, in fact, did not need to manage.

Oluan lifted you up and slung you over his shoulder, immediately walking toward the front entrance as if you weighed nothing. You yelped in surprise. "You're right. Bride style would have been a bit much," he said.

"And carrying me like a sack of potatoes isn't?" You kicked your feet in mock protest, but giggled relentlessly.

"I am quite fond of potatoes," he snickered, fumbling with the lock. "Besides, think of it as an orc-ism."

"An orc-ism? What in the world is that?"

"You know, big brute orc carrying his lover as a sign of affection. An orc thing." He laughed at himself, then sighed in relief as you both were finally in the house, kicking the door closed behind him. "You like the place?"

"I don't know, I can only see the floor right now, you brute. But it does look like you've swept recently."

"You complain a lot," he teased, but brought you back to your feet and turned on some lights.

You did like the place. Homes of the wealthy were so often museums of money, nothing loved and nothing touched. But this was lived in, a few things out of place, books and loose papers scattered around the living area. You could see his favorite side of the sofa by where the cushions sagged. You could see his connection to his culture by the old orc weapons displayed on the wall. It felt like him. It smelled like him. The glimpses into who he was and how he spent even the most mundane days made you like the place even more.

"So, uh," Oluan murmured, hands rubbing the back of his head, "should we go to the bedroom?" You wanted to laugh- only he would pick you up without second thought, but grow shy at the thought of intimacy. You didn't laugh though. You were feeling shy too.

You nodded and he guided you to his room. The bed must have been custom designed, able to accommodate his large frame and then some, and it adorned more blankets and pillows than you had ever observed in one place. He watched you carefully.

"I tend to run hot," he started, "Big body and all..."

"Another orc-ism?"

"Mm, yeah." His voice was timid. "If it's okay- and I understand if it's not- I tend to sleep in my underwear."

Shit. You had not thought about clothing until that moment. You looked down at your dress and winced, realizing you hadn't brought a change of clothes.

"Sorry, it's fine, I can wear pajamas," Oluan stammered.

"No, no, it's not that. I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. It's just..." You made a show of ruffling your dress. "I don't have anything to wear..."

Oluan's eyes grew wide. He looked as if he were going to run out of the room or faint. Maybe run out of the room to faint. He was the kind of guy who would prefer to faint privately. After shaking it off, he began rummaging through his dresser frantically, finally pulling out a T-shirt and handing it to you.

"You can put this on. I know it's big, but..."

"No, that's perfect, thank you." He seemed pleased with this and began fumbling to take off his bow tie, his wide fingers struggling to unfurl it loose. You giggled and reached over, doing it for him. His posture was stiff until you got it free and dropped it to the floor.

"I'll be back, I'm going to change in the bathroom." He seemed even more pleased with this. You couldn't help but find his nervousness endearing.

His shirt was laughably long on you, certainly long enough to hide your panties, though not by much.

"Trading one dress for another," you said, returning to the bedroom. The scene you were greeted with, however, erased all plans of discussing the shirt. You started laughing instead.

Oluan was propped up in bed, covers clutched tightly up around his shoulders, a desperate attempt to conceal his half-naked frame.

"Oluan, is that really necessary?" you chuckled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He refused to look at you.

"You do realize we are about to share a bed and I will see your body at some point tonight, right?"

He offered a bashful smile. "Y-yeah."

You slipped beneath the blankets next to him and caressed his cheek. He relented and allowed the blankets fall to his waist. Your breath caught in your throat.

There he was, thick chest on display, hulking forearms meeting hulking shoulders, muscular without sharp definition. Your gaze drifted to his belly, chubby and round, a sign he eats as well as you do. You wanted to kiss it, squeeze his fleshy hips, really see the contrast of your skin against his.

"Fuck," you sighed, heat tricking down your spine, "your body is perfect. You're so fucking hot."

His ears darkened. "So are you," he whispered.

Your fingertips found his neck and traveled downward, leaving a trail along his torso, admiring every curve. By the time you remembered yourself, caressing the softness of his stomach, your eyes darted to his face. His head was leaned back, eyelids shut, mouth parted slightly. You wondered if he was hard just from the brief contact and shivered.

"Oluan, fuck, I'm already wet."

Oluan whimpered, his gaze now on you. He bit his lip. "Can I feel how wet you are?"

You pulled yourself onto his lap, spreading your legs wide to set them on either side of his massive thighs. His breath was heavy and he lifted his hand, then stilled, waiting for your confirmation. You nodded, inhaling sharply.

He slid his fingers to your panties, exploring the wetness dampening the fabric. A gasp left his throat.

"You're soaked." Oluan's voice was hoarse, winded. You needed more of him and he obliged, shifting the fabric out of the way, gently swiping his finger along your slit. You moaned and he did it once more, this time dipping one thick finger inside you, his thumb slowly swirling your clit. You pressed down, urging him on. Instead, he removed his hand entirely, bringing his now slick finger to his lips and sucking on it hungrily. He groaned, as if tasting you was what he needed most. He released the finger with a wet pop and you replaced it with your tongue.

You could feel the heavy bulge straining against his boxers and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding on it as you deepened the kiss, feeling his length glide against your clit with each thrust. He whined and growled into your mouth with feverish lust, you returning the sounds of pleasure with your own.

Suddenly, Oluan's eyelids fluttered and he arched his hips with a loud groan. Then stilled entirely.

Uh oh.

You had never seen him blush as much as he did then, chest still heaving and face instantly buried in his hands. He began stammering.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I, shit, it's been such a long time, and I want you so fucking badly, ever since I first saw you, I wanted you, I-"

Something about that last part made your thighs burn.

"I want to see," you breathed, "I want to see the mess you made for me."

You didn't give him time to answer, climbing off of his body, and teasing the tip of his boxers before dragging them down to reveal his cock, covered in hot splatters of cum. He breathed in deeply, biting his bottom lip.

"Look how much cum there is. You really did want me, didn't you, Oluan?"

The orc whimpered, over-stimulated, as you dragged your tongue up the shaft, tasting the fluid dripping from the head. You smiled at the way his cock twitched and the way his ears did the same as you scrambled to his side again, kissing him softly.

"There's no need to be sorry," you cooed, nuzzling his neck, "You will have me very soon."

Oluan's embarrassment subsided once you were entangled with one another, both of you exhausted and no longer fighting sleep. He didn't clean up and you didn't ask him to. Something for tomorrow, you thought. You wanted to sleep, but not alone. Not tonight, not now.

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