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lavender-z-love · 1 year

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Kang Taehyun x Black.FemReader

Warnings: Drunk/Drinking, Injuries to the reader, potential spelling errors.

A/n: I have a whole abundance of TXT stories coming out...Because I want to and also, to cope with the fact that I can't go to their concert 🥲 Yes R.I.P. me, anyway— please do enjoy.

Wordcount: Around 1k

You were nuzzled into Taehyun's back, slightly kicking your legs as he hoisted you up on his back. "Y/n? Everything ok?"

"Mhm",You giggled. You two went on a date today, unfortunately your heels gave you blisters. Though you smiled through the pain a couple of times. Taehyun would eventually catch on very quickly. Taking a stroll along the sidewalk, he scooped you up so suddenly. People around were starting to look,"T-Tae?"

He only smiled at you, bringing you to a nearby bench. He sat you down and told you to wait there for a minute. "I'll be right back Love." He went into a convenience store next to it bringing out some slides. Thats when you knew you were in for a slight scolding. Kneeling in front of you, he removed your heels and placed them to the side. Taehyun looked up at you for a good few seconds before—

"So..."

"So?",You looked around pretending to look for something.

"Mm-mm, eyes on me." You didn't listen, you kept facing the opposite direction. Taehyun just smirked and continued. "Fine then Love, im sure you know what im going to say anyway..." still remaining silent as he changed your shoes.

You quietly responded,"Okay.." How embarrassing! You wanted to cry a little. Taehyun was gentle handling you, though no matter where he moved your feet, there was a stinging pain that followed. You winced, placing your hand over your mouth. You didn't want to draw anymore attention then you had. "Y/n, no more heels for dates, okay?"

"I love that you want to dress beautiful for me, but If it means giving yourself blisters and injuring yourself- don't worry so much about it."

"But Tae!" He stood shaking his head,"Mm-mm! No Buts! I don't want my Love injured and unable to walk for such a silly reason." Holding out his hand to you, you nodded as you latched onto him and he pulled you to your feet. You clung to him, finally having some relief on your feet yet, at the same time pain still shot through your veins.

"Should I carry you again?"

You panicked,"No, No, No! I-It's fine. I'll be okay, im probably heavy anyway." In reality you just didn't want him to worry about you, you felt like you ruined the date. Though, Taehyun never never put it on pause or on hold for the day. He briskly swept you up once more, so smoothly. Your arms naturally act, locking around his shoulders and neck. "You're as light as a feather." Spinning you around a few times you press your face into his chest,"Tae- You're embarrassing me, people are starting to stare..."

"Let'em." He confidently stated before walking to your next date destination. As he walked, you remembered,"Wait! My heels!"

Taehyun laughed, squeezing your shoulder in reassurance,"Leave it, I'll buy you a new pair."

Which leads you to the present, after your final date destination at the restaurant. After a couple of drinks, you're a little dazed.

"Taehyun My handsome hunk!!" ,You sang against his shoulder.

"Yess? What is it~."

"Where are we going?" ,You hiccuped.

Taehyun chuckled,"Well my lovely flower...I'm taking you home."

In your drunken state you hug him tighter, causing him to gasp for air,"C-Carefull where you put your Arms Baby."

"Sorrrryy-",you slur causing him to chuckle. Finally reaching your apartment, Taehyun opens your door before gently setting you down on your couch. He left your side momentarily, to get some water for you before coming back.

Taehyun leans over you as you gaze up at him,"Wanna sit up for me?" You nodded,"Oh yep! Anything for you." You slurred as you quickly sat up saluting at Taehyun. He laughed at your silliness. Handing you the glass of water he watched you as you drank some. Then slowly, you ended up slumped against Taehyun's shoulder. He smiled, throwing an arm around you. His thumb stroking your upper arm. "You okay Y/n?"

"Yeah..", you replied. "Good, are you ready for bed? I don't want you to have a bad hangover", he stated as he gently got up and off the couch. You stood up, "Um.." Catching Taehyun off guard, "Hm?"

"Im sorry." Taehyun tilled his head to the side a bit confused.

Your eyes gaining more shine by the flood of tears building up. "I ruined our date", you whimpered. Taehyun springing to his feet, getting eye-level with him. "Hey, Look! You didn't ruin anything Y/n!"

Your hands find temporarily hiding your face from him. "But I made you upset." Taehyun feeling a bit guilty,"No not at all Y/n! I was just concerned for your health."

Your fingers grazing the skin of you face, wiping your tears a way a little. "Are you sure you're not mad", you drunkenly sniffled. He smiled brightly, wiping your tears,"Yes I promise."

You pout standing before Taehyun, lip quivering and all. After a small and brief moment of silence, you throw your arms around Taehyun. "I LOVE YOU !", You wailed crying.

Taehyun laughs with adoration. He sighs happily, wrapping an arm around you. His hand softly rubbing your shoulder, "I love you too Y/n..", he cooes.

You felt your legs leaving the ground, looking up to find yourself once again In Taehyun's arms. Now face to face with him, he leans in close; kissing your forehead.

"Now, Lets get you to bed Y/n."

Written May 17th 2023

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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The North Star - Part Eighteen: Lucky - Terry Bruno x Reader (feat: Ed Tucker)

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Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

Part Seven: The Heist

Part Eight: A Part to Play

Part Nine: Home

Part Ten: Safe Space

Part Eleven: Weak

Part Twelve: Got Your Back

Part Thirteen: Familia

Part Fourteen: Gunplay

Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire

Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)

Part Seventeen: Karma

You stand in front of the mirror in your underwear, your gaze on the compass that adorns your throat. It sits perched above the curve of your breasts, shining brightly in the bedroom light. Your North Star, exactly where it was supposed to be. It hangs amidst the bruises that blossomed across your skin. One staining the space above your left breast and the other just underneath, that had been the one that collapsed your lung, the one that almost killed you. If Sinclair hadn’t been thinking on his feet, if the ambulance hadn’t arrived sooner…

But it had and comparatively your treatment plan was sedate compared to some of the other poor bastards who suffered similar injuries. You didn’t have to walk around with a chest tube sticking out of you, you hadn’t had to have surgery, you weren’t still laid up in the hospital. You were lucky. At least that’s what the doctors told you.

Lucky would have been not getting shot at all.

Lucky would have been never laying eyes on Paul first place.

Lucky, lucky, lucky…

The word revolved around your brain until your eyes began to blur and your chest heaves. You feel Terry’s palms coming to rest on your shoulders, thumbs tracing over the scars that decorate your skin. His chest presses against you, his lips brushing over the back of your head.

“You’re ok.” He murmurs, his palms slipping down to your hips before he wraps his arms around you and draws you into the comforting shelter of your body. “I got you pretty girl.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It felt like it had yesterday, when that second bullet hit, when the air erupted out of your lungs and the oxygen refused to filter back in. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t fucking breathe. Terry clasps you close, whispering into your hair, you couldn’t hear his words over the rush of blood in your ears but you can feel the sentiment. You inhale the essence of him, lavender and sandalwood. It floods over you, soothing over your frayed nerves as he holds you. There was a safety in him, there always had been. He was a man who would never hurt you, who would always love you.

“Baby, just breathe, ok?” he whispers into your ear. “In for four, hold for four, out for six remember? Do it with me.”

It's hard but you manage it. The slow intake of breath, the oxygen filling up your lungs before you exhale. Your head starts to clear; you can think again. Your fingertips wrap around the compass that Meredith had brought by earlier this morning. You’d still been dressed in one of Terry’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers when her and Mike had shown up, with the necklace and a file filled with your greatest hits. Photographs from that night, witness statements and a whole lot more you didn’t want to read because you remember everything in technicolour.

“For IAB.” Mike had told you. “It’ll help your case.”

“Thank you.” You had whispered.

“I’m sorry.” You tell Terry, leaning back against him. “It was those pictures, seeing them again.”

“If this is too much…” he begins.

“No.” You say forcefully, turning around to face him.

Your forehead comes to rest against his, his hands cupping your face lovingly.

“I have to do this.” You say quietly. “If I don’t, it’ll weigh on me. I’ll never be free.”

“I know, pretty girl, I know.”

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You had never attended IAB headquarters before. The offices were cleaner, more modern than the precincts you had worked in. You thought you could see where some of the budget went. It was a small department but well maintained. Everyone knew their purpose, they went about their business as if you weren’t even there when you followed Tucker straight through the banks of desks and into his office.

The fact you were being led here was a surprise. Most of the IAB horror stories you heard took place in interrogation rooms with two officers and a camera to record the interview. He gestures for you to take the visitor’s chair across from his desk. You comply; your palms pressed between your knees as he takes his own seat.

You can’t read Tucker’s expression. His eyes are on you, studying your face as his fingertip taps at his temple.

“Russo’s dead.” He says abruptly.

You stare at him, unable to comprehend the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“He’s dead?” You repeat.

It doesn't seem real. You had spent so much time agonising over this decision, weighing the costs to you, to the people around you and now it had been taken out of your hands at the final hurdle.

“You’re telling me you didn’t know?” Tucker asks you pointedly.

You shake your head, unable to speak. A thousand possibilities ran through your head. An accident? Paul wasn’t the type to consider suicide…

“Cocaine overdose triggered a heart attack. The M.E said it was quick.” Tucker answers for you, before leaning forward and placing his elbows upon his desk. “I know it wasn’t you, and I know it wasn’t Bruno. I’ve checked out your foster sister and Duarte. They were tucked up in bed. And your team, wasn’t them either so what I think we’re looking at is his dealer. I think he knew that Russo was going down and thought he’d talk…”

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask him, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to alleviate the tension that was building up behind your eyes. This feeling that had been sitting deep down inside of you, that fear, that anxiety, it should have dissipated but it didn’t. It sat in the pit of your stomach, clawing at your insides.

Tucker picks up his pen, using his thumb to click it intermittently.

“I got an email from Duarte this morning.” He tells you, his voice devoid of emotion. “I think you know what was in it.”

You thought of the file in your bag, the one that Mike had handed you this morning. He did what he did best, build a case. You knew why he had sent it to Tucker, he’d pulled the trigger just in case you couldn’t. You said nothing in response to his words because what was the fucking point?

“What Bruno said…” He begins, setting his pen down carefully on the desk. “When he had Russo up against the wall in the hospital. Was that true?”

You pull the sleeves of your blazer up to your elbows and thrust your wrists out in front of you so that he can see the purple finger marks gracing your flesh.

“There’s more if you need to see it.” You tell him.

He shakes his head in response to your words as you tug your sleeves back down over your wrists to cover the bruising.

“I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.” You say sagging back into the chair. “The investigation dies with him, right?”

“Yea.” Tucker says, rapping his fingertips on the manilla file situated in front of him. “We’ve had an open investigation on him for a couple of years. We suspected he’d been feeding intel to his dealer, running licence plates, tipping him off to raids, burning our C.Is. He was smart. We couldn’t prove anything, but we knew.”

“It started after me.” You murmur, your fingertips tracing over the scars embedded in the back of your neck. “That’s the reason this whole thing began, there was a drug debt… I guess they had him work it off.”

“We would have buried him with this.” Tucker tells you, picking up the folder before tossing it back on the desk.

You see it for what it was, an opportunity wasted. They’d had plans for Paul even before you’d come back on the scene. All of this, your suffering, your anguish, your pain it would have just been a vehicle for IAB to use to their advantage.

“You would have flipped him.” You find yourself saying. “Forced him to turn on his dealer, report to you about the other cops he had on his payroll.”

“That’s what my boss would have wanted.” Tucker tells you frankly. “Maybe this was a better ending.”

For who? You wonder because either way Paul’s crimes go unanswered for. It was as if none of it had ever happened.

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kookie-doughs · 1 year

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Oikawa Tooru X Reader

-In a world where only a few people has a soulmate, and they are burdened with a disability until they meet their other half.

Chapter 14: Left Alone

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You sat on your table at a ramen house with the quartet infront of you. You look at their laughing expressions and the pad paper with stupid drawings.

Its been a week maybe two since these 4 have left you alone. As much as you're happy to have them around.

At home, up till you get back home again you have at least once of them on your side. At class Matsukawa or Hanamaki is with you. You have no idea how they were there but they were. Lunch? The other three would be outside your class waiting for you. Then on your way home all 4 of them would walk home with you and Iwaizumi, sometimes they even stay the night.

It was confusing as to why they suddenly kept following you around like a lost pupput but hey, you can't really complain.

Till now at least.

Valentines are coming up. You wanted to surprise them and all the other boys in the team. And you can't exactly surprise them while having them 24/7 next to you.

You got up and frowned then left. The other 4 were confused and hurriedly packed up the table.

You stopped, turned and pouted at them.

"Why arent any of you leaving me alone. Like at all this entire like 2 weeks?"

You crossed your hands and looked at each other. Oikawa sighed.

"I found out you were getting bullied... Since I cant stop them, I thought I could like help by having one of us stay with you."

Your eyes widened. You look at Iwaizumi who was looking away.

"Even you knew?"

You asked your cousin. He nodded. You felt a pang on your heart.

You never paid attention to the bullying. The threats, the talking behind your back and the occasional messing with your stuff. None of those mattered, you were happy being their manager. That was enough reason to stay despite having your books soaked and torn apart. You adored the boys. And they did you too.

You had shakey lips as your tears threatened to drop.

"Im really okay guys."

Matsukawa and Hanamaki looked at Oikawa who turned into your personal translator.

"Tell her we just wanted her to be safe!" Hanamaki said.

"A-And that we'd do anything for her!"

Oikawa saw you reading their lips and pointed at you. The two turned to you and frowned.

"We didn't mean to invade your privacy. Its just that..."

"We dont want you getting hurt because of us...."

The two looked down.

"Sorry..." Oikawa signed.

The four of them were looking down ashamed.

You held on your throat.

"I..." The four widened their eyes. Iwaizumi immediately told you to stop. "Low... yuu hiys..."

As thought you coughed blood and Iwaizumi gave you a napkin.

He had teary eyes while he wiped the blood away.

"Youre my stupid baby cousin you know... i wont let anyone hurt you."

You nodded at him and gave him a smile. But you gave him a tap on the shoulder.

"I'm stronger than I seem. Im really okay, dont worry about me."

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freemindedspirit · 4 months

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Hello. I hope you're having a good day. Id like a dream interpretation if is possible.

In the dream i was back at my home in my home country, and I saw Mads Mikkelsen walking towards my house from the living room window. I said out loud "Oh no, he wouldn't". My mom walks to stand next to me and looks outside too, asking "what?". Then Mikkelsen was in front of my door and was greeting us. I went out to say hello and my mom came to and slapped him in the shoulder saying "I don't want grandkids with his face". Wich prompted me to intervene cause I saw the face the man was doing and I remember he eat the rude (Hannibal tv-show reference probably) His face changed from smiling to annoyed when my mom slapped him, so I stood in the middle and hide her behind me.

After that the scene change and im with my ex, who I haven't seen since 2018, in what seems to be a baseball stadium watching a game. I don't remember what happened but he started to cling to me like a child. Whining and asking me to hold him. He is a huge dude btw. I remember feeling ashamed cause he's a grown man acting like a baby. I held him tho. He was still whining in my arms and asked me to act like I was his mom and to kis him in his head and hold him. So i did.

After that he calmed down and we left the stadium. There's something in the middle I don't remember but we end up going to a desert kiosque for something sweet. There were 2 lines it seems and since my ex and I were 2 different people she had to serve me and then someone of the other line and then my ex.But it seems they knew who my ex dad's was so they were going to serve both of us right away.

I pointed to 2 slices of chocolate cake in the display case. And the lady was starting to pack them to give them to me. When she was packing the second a man in the other line walked up to the counter and put his arm between me and the already packed slice of cake. I told him that was mine. I think he said "Is that so?" but im not sure. In any case he didn't removed his arm. I don't remember why but I was angry. I took the slice from the counter between his arms and walked away.

He followed me. And again, don't remember what he said exactly but it made me extremely angry so I threw the dessert box against the floor with all my strength and stepped on it. I remember thinking I was being awfully rude.

Then there was a shift in the air. And I think the man attacked me somehow cause I started to think he was being rude. There was an aura of calamity taking over everything and the people who knew me started to panic and fight with other people.

There was this girl with a man, I think her boyfriend. She got a knife and started to stab him saying: " he's gonna come for us" and "he eat the rude" and other things I don't remember clearly. I was seeing that scene from the boyfriend perspective. I think he hit her before dying or something cause she was bleeding when the me of the dream walked past her and saw her in the floor.

I lost an eye in the fight with the other dude. My leg was bleeding too, I think the guy I was fighting also had a knife. In any case the girl saw me walking by and got on her knees and bowed her head until her forehead was touching the floor. I walked past her and is a blur again until i got to Hannibal's house.

A servant opened the door. A girl in a maid dress. And walked me to a drawing room. Hannibal was like... dangling from the roof tangled in some black ropes. He saw me and slowly the ropes disentangled from his body until he got to the floor and walked up to me.

He held my face between his hands and said "Look at you, you made it to me on your own feet". I felt his love like a mothers love. He was proud. I remember thinking "but I still lost an eye". I didn't said that tho. I said "I have someone i want you to eat". Then I woke up.

There's a lot missing. But is too blurry to make sense of it.

Thank you.

Okay so the first part let me think there is something worrying or making you feel nervous or unsafe coming head on in your life and you might not be able to know what to do with it ? Like being in a car that is about to crash, but very very tamed down.

The second part seems to talk about some fear of being vulnerable, especially being vulnerable in public with your emotions, with the idea of "needing someone" or being in need of affection or support from someone else. If that is the case, I want to remind you it is totally possible to be independent, and still feel worthy as a human being, and being able to ask for affection or love or comfort when you need it from someone else. It is perfectly okay to accept people in your life as a support to the self love and affection you give yourself, and it does not make you dependent, needy, less strong or less worthy of anything.

The part about the queue and the rude guy makes me think you have a fear about being stopped from receiving what you are owed and fully deserve to have ? Especially the fact it was some man who was trying to look intimidating, very mansplaing and glass-ceiling vibes. Are you working in a male-dominated industry ? It seems there is this deep fear here of someone interfering between you and your prizes. It pairs up quite well with your other dream and the first part. You give "girlbossing with commitment issues and an avoidant attachment style when dating men" vibes. You inspire, or want to inspire, deep respect in women (and fear/terror in men lmaoooo).

That last part seems to be your shadow side. I think you are full into your shadow phase, your light and your dark side are within your reach and they both only want to be explored and understood. There is a ruthlessness within you, a dark feminine archetype wanting to come out especially against the patriarchy or representations of oppression in general. This is what I understood, tell me if it makes sense or if I missed the mark, thank you !

#dream analysis

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rynext · 6 months

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{in manifestion °○☆}

we have moved on from auntys to a different space. feeling safe, secure, aligned and welcomed in it. we have space to create, be exactly as we are without hesitation. we have opportunities to build career and make money. money and resource flows to us with ease and abundance before we need it. we're able to save up near 10k with strong resources and connections to take with us onto our next journey. we went to many events, networking and enjoying the fresh new art scene here. made a lot of sweet friends we'll always rmbr and try and keep in touch with! got to dress up to attend some raves and functions before leaving and felt that rush again. we were able to get a sturdy, clean and nice working car to take with us. so we roadtripped to east coast when we were ready. had a fun and safe journey that we documented on my digi cam that i got working months ago. work, community, opportunity and resource was waiting for us when we got there.

my closet has expanded in lingerie, dresses, furs, heels & boots, accessories, gothic/whimsy/avant-garde pieces ive had my eyes on, and pieces ive made that match vision. my nails are done to my liking and ive learned new hairstyles for my hair. my hairs in long braids again and i feel like a version of myself ive always loved too again. i have skincare in my collection again and oud to my disposal. blue lotus and other herbs are available to smoke in my pretty patterned cones. ive gotten all of the makeup necessities i needed and im painted how i wished to be. my needs are met in every way in order for me to be able to reach for the things i want and be reached back out to immediately.

femmehood and stone identities feel like a different home from being a stud/transmasc and ive gotten to hold a deeper understanding in me of it. i love all the ways lesbianism grows and shows up in me and i love the community ive formed within it, and i love loving and protecting butches and studs and other femmes and i love the way we exist regardless of how i may evolve thru different subculture identities and feel lost or found again and again within it all.

i feel more and more anchored, secured, sturdy and deeply in love everyday with my baby. and my heart holds them like my lungs hold air. they are a sure thing by my side and we've been able to grow more into ourselves while loving each other and have been able to experience our own connections of love and intimacy and life outside of ezch other too. we are beating the codependent allegations everyday!

ive been able to maintain my friendships from back in uae and phoenix and i hold these people dear to me and im held in the same regard. im reminded of their love just as much as i make mine known and we elevate each other in love and joy and communion. i continously draw ppl in with the same energy and alignment and my global community/family is growing gradually and with so much love and care.

my connection with spirit has grown stronger, deeper and more lucid and tangible everyday. i am called to and i listen, and when i call upon them, i receive. i have spiritual rituals and routines that i am consistent with and knowledge that i hold and thats bestowed upon me everyday. im taught of the old ways and how some new can be incorporated into my practice. im taught of my ancestors and who i come from. im taught of the ancients and of the ways we use to move mountains. i have a mentor i learn from and do rootwork and conjure with and there is so much love and wisdom and power in our connection. im in the constant becoming of familiarity and knowing of spirit like the back of my hand. and i feel it. i am one with it.

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megalony · 2 years

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This is a new Dom Carisi imagine from Law and Order SVU, I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely to have.

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Summary: Dom comes home late one night from work and finds (Y/n) in a bad state so he does what he can to look after her and take care of her.

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Drawing in a deep breath, Dom quietly shut the apartment door behind him as slowly as he could manage so he didn't make a resonating sound through the apartment. Coming home late at night was all well and good if he was coming home from meeting with friends or from a night out or being away somewhere. But coming home late from work was always tiring and it made it harder knowing he had less than twelve hours at home before he had to be back up and ready for his next shift.

From partying to work was one thing, but work straight back to work was a killer. Dom didn't want to wake (Y/n), he knew that she was back on shift with him tomorrow and if she was asleep he didn't want to wake her when they both needed to be up early in the morning.

He wasted no time kicking off his shoes, shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt as he trudged through the apartment to get to the bedroom where he just wanted to collapse into an endless sleep.

Surprise flooded through his half-lidded eyes when he saw that the bedside lamp was on and there was no (Y/n) in the bed. He thought she would have been fast off asleep by the time he came home. Leaving his shift half-unbuttoned, Dom backtracked and made his way to the bathroom. He was in need of the quickest wash possible then as long a sleep as he could grab.

Leaning his temple on the door, Dom closed his eyes before he lightly tapped his knuckles against the wood. (Y/n) had to be in the bathroom if she wasn't in bed or in the lounge or kitchen of their apartment and there wasn't any reason she would be in the spare room right now.

"Baby? You in there, can I come in?" Dom knew that he could just walk in, he and (Y/n) had a silent acknowledgement that if one of them was in the bathroom or getting changed or anything, the other could walk in without knocking. But Dom just wanted to be sure, he couldn't hear (Y/n) humming like she usually did, nor could he hear her moving about at all.

It sounded like she was just hiding in silence or even asleep in there.

"Baby?"

Dom felt a shudder rattling up his spine when he heard (Y/n) hiccup and take a sharp, gurgling breath. That was the first noise he had heard her make since he came home and it was a noise he knew well, she was crying.

"What's the matter baby?" His hand tightened around the door handle as he quickly opened it. Something felt off to Dom, it didn't feel like (Y/n) had just woken up from some nightmare or she'd slipped and hurt herself. It seemed like something serious, something must be wrong because whenever (Y/n) was afraid or upset or in pain she would always call out for Dom and want him there. But she had stayed silent since hearing him come home.

"No!"

A gasp escaped Dom's lips when (Y/n) lashed out and hit the door to try and shut it again causing it to smack into his chest. His eyes snapped closed and he took a moment to steady himself, shuddering when he heard (Y/n)'s sobs echoing around the bathroom walls.

"Wh- Baby what are you doing what's wrong?!"

Dom didn't waste any time in barging past the door, he had to know what was wrong with (Y/n) and make sure she was okay. But when he looked around the bathroom, he couldn't quite take it all in.

His eyes landed on (Y/n)'s crumpled frame kneeling on the tiled floor, her arms trembling and scattering around the floor to try and clean up the blood that was surrounding her like a big puddle. But all she managed to do was scrape the blood closer to her and cause big red smears across the light grey tiles beneath her.

"D-don't look, I... I-"

"Baby stop! Hey, talk to me, please baby your scaring me." Dom collapsed down onto his knees in front of (Y/n), fear and pain in his eyes as he looked at her.

Tears were streaked down her face that was blotched red, her eyes puffy and dim like dried glass about to crack. Her whole body was overcome by shaking and her hands and lower arms were covered in streaks of blood and there were a few blotches of blood on her forehead as if she had rubbed at her temple with bloodied hands.

Reaching over, Dom very gently took hold of (Y/n)s's wrists and pulled her hands closer to his chest to stop her from trying to clean the blood. He would do that later once he had determined what had happened and if she was alright.

"Did someone hurt you?"

(Y/n) could hear the rising fury in Dom's voice at the mere thought of someone harming her and for a moment it made her heart jump at his protectiveness. Her mind turned blank for a few seconds when she felt Dom's hands tracing from her wrists up her arms, delicately grazing over her exposed skin and her face to check for any injuries but he could find none.

"I- Dom, I l- lost the baby." (Y/n) could barely get her words out and she could only bare to stare at Dom's chest as she spoke, not having the courage to look up into his soft eyes and see them break.

The thought of the baby hadn't even dawned on Dom until now.

They only found out three weeks ago that they were expecting a baby and it had been a much welcomed surprise for them both. They were married, more than happy, enjoying their jobs and they were ready for this next stage. They were only four months along.

"Shh, shh. It's alright baby, this wasn't your fault. I got you, I'm gonna take care of you." Dom tangled his hand in (Y/n)'s hair, tucking her head under his chin as he wrapped around her like a vine. He could feel her frame relaxing against him like she was melting in relief. (Y/n) knew how much Dom had wanted this baby just like she did, it felt like she had let him down or done something wrong.

She hadn't done anything to endanger the baby, she had felt fine, no morning sickness, no fatigue and she had been excited and done everything she should have. There was no reason for this.

He should have been here. If he was an hour earlier like he planned then he would have been here to support her and help her through it. Instead, (Y/n) had been all alone in pain and confusion going through something so traumatic as this, that wasn't fair.

"Why is there s-so much blood?"

(Y/n) tilted her head back so she could look up at Dom, her raw eyes burning as she had no more tears left to shed. Her hands reached to cling onto Dom's shoulders to steady herself but he could see her eyes fixating on his white shirt which she had now unintentionally stained red. He could feel just how badly she was shaking from her grip on his arms which made him hold her tighter to try and comfort her.

When the baby passed, she thought the blood would have stopped but it just kept coming and coming like a slow river until (Y/n) started to fear that no blood would be left in her body and she would die in the bathroom just bleeding out.

Dom had to admit there did look to be a lot of blood. The floor had turned red and (Y/n) had used three towels to try and soak up the blood before she gave up. Clearly she thought she could try and clean up and try to sort herself out but the trauma of the night had gotten to her. Dom didn't want her to think she had to clean up and act like this was no big deal. She should have called or just left this for him to clean up and deal with. He would clean everything up and sort her out and make sure she was okay, he would always look after her.

"I don't know sweetheart, I don't know." He whispered the words quietly in her ear, resting his temple against her hair. Dom didn't understand why this had to happen to them but he knew that right now, he had to be strong.

He had to look after (Y/n).

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up."

He slowly knelt up and moved himself around so he could sit down with his back up against the bathtub. His arms reached out silently for (Y/n) to come into his arms and he sat her between his legs, tucking her comfortingly into his chest to keep her close. He breathed in her scent as he reached his arm behind him and turned on the bath taps.

They sat in silence, listening to the calming flow of the water as Dom felt (Y/n) slowly starting to calm down in his embrace.

"Okay sweetheart, come here." Dom turned the bath off before he slowly took (Y/n)'s shirt off, seeing that the shirt was all she had been wearing, everything else presumably came off when the pains had started.

Dom said nothing as he slowly moved around and sat up on his knees, he could tell that (Y/n) didn't have the strength or the will to move. She was looking at him like he was some sort of beacon, he was the only thing she could understand or comprehend, the rest of her mind seemed to be at breaking point. But Dom didn't care, he would take care of her, he had vowed to her that he would protect and look after her and that was just what he was going to do.

He looped her arms around his neck before he slowly picked her up bridal style and gently lowered her down into the bath, watching how the heat and the feel of the water instantly soothed her nerves. Dom stayed kneeling down at the side of the tub with his head resting on his arm that was folded on the side of the bath. Using his free hand to wash (Y/n) when he could see she wasn't about to move, she looked like she was in a comatose state.

He watched her close her eyes and become soothed by the hot water that seemed to be taking away some of the pain she was feeling.

"Sweetheart, where is it?" Dom's voice was soft and quiet as he cradled (Y/n)'s face in his hand, smoothing his thumb over her cheekbone to try and keep her calm. He knew she would know what he was talking about, he figured whilst she was calm and trying to relax he could clean up and get her some painkillers ready.

"In the purple towel... Dom, what do we do with..."

"We'll figure that out in the morning sweetheart." Dom leaned over the side of the tub and kissed her temple, a small but broken smile on his lips.

It took Dom a moment to seek out the purple towel (Y/n) had been referring to but he soon noticed it bundled up in the corner next to the sink.

He knew he shouldn't look.

He knew it would be far easier to just carefully pick up the towel and move the tiny bundle into the spare room until they worked out what to do with them tomorrow. But he couldn't help himself, Dom just had to take a peek. His breath resonated around the room before his lungs tensed and stopped working for a few seconds as he gently unfolded the towel.

The tiny form he snook a glance at was nothing like he had ever seen before, and it wasn't something he wanted to see again.

Dom carefully wrapped the towel back around the little bundle that would have been his baby boy or girl in five months time. He willed the tears to go away but they simply fell from his eyes as he quietly left the room.

When he emerged again, his composure was back and he had clean pjamas, a glass of juice and the strongest painkillers he could find.

"Okay baby, let's get you sorted."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I got you something today." Dom leaned his head to the side as he looked down at (Y/n) with a fond, loving look in his eyes.

His hand methodically smoothed over her head, his fingers brushing through her hair in a rhythm that was so calming it was almost sending (Y/n) back to sleep. (Y/n)'s head was resting on Dom's lap and her body was curled up against his side as he was sat up leaning against the headboard.

They had been sat like this for over an hour now, the very low sound of the tv blurring into the background and fading into nothing as they focused on their embrace. Dom hadn't been home for too long but for this last hour it had been nice to just lay with (Y/n) like this without feeling like his head was splitting in two or his heart was breaking in his chest every time it beat.

"Hm?" (Y/n)'s tired eyes looked up at Dom with an inquisitive look that made his heart leap.

For the last two weeks (Y/n) hadn't had the energy or the will to leave the apartment, she'd barely left the bedroom either. She just didn't know how to motivate herself to do anything recently, all she wanted to do was rewind time and carry on where she had left off before that dreadful night.

(Y/n) had almost managed to get herself up for a shower the next day until she spoke to the midwife Dom had called.

He knew he didn't have a choice, Dom didn't know what he should or could do with the baby they lost and he needed someone to check over (Y/n) because she had gone through something traumatic and the blood loss had worried him. (Y/n) had been fine talking to the midwife and was told she was fine under the circumstances and didn't need o go to hospital if she really didn't want to. But it was what she said afterwards that broke (Y/n) completely and tore Dom's heart into shreds.

They had been told that since the baby had been under twenty-four weeks developed and hadn't breathed when they were born, it meant they weren't viable. Their baby couldn't be buried or have a death certificate and if they were cremated it wouldn't be registered as a baby.

(Y/n) knew she had only been four months along but it was still her baby, they had still been real and born and had a heartbeat before they were born. It was as if the midwife had told them that their baby was imaginary and should be treated as such because they weren't as developed as other babies were that got certificates or burials.

Neither (Y/n) nor Dom really knew if they would have wanted to bury their baby or not or have them cremated but the only choice they seemed to have was to cremate their baby and keep their remains. No death certificate also seemed to mean no confirmation that (Y/n) had ever been pregnant. It would blow over, people would ignore the fact they had ever had this miscarriage. If they got pregnant again in the future that would be treated like their first pregnancy but it wasn't, this was their first baby.

"I got you something, come on I'll show you." Dom slowly helped (Y/n) to sit up before he got off the bed and held out his hands.

He would never push (Y/n) in her recovery, he wouldn't force her to get dressed or move around the apartment and clean or cook herself food or even to go outside. She would do what she wanted and would get back into the swing of things at her own pace, Dom knew that. He had also spoken to Olivia and (Y/n) could take as much time as she needed so work wasn't a worry for her either.

And he knew he had gotten something today that would hopefully serve as a help in (Y/n)'s recovery.

(Y/n) took hold of Dom's hands and let him help her off the bed and guide her slowly out of the room. She snuggled herself into his side under his arm, pulling her cardigan closer around her frame as she rubbed at her eyes to try and wake herself up a bit more.

A small flicker of adrenaline and a swarm of butterflies started to tingle in (Y/n)'s stomach at the look on Dom's face and the gentle yet familiar way he was with her.

He guided her to the sofa and sat her down, resting his hands on her shoulders as he kissed her temple before disappearing to go retrieve whatever it was he had gotten her. It reminded (Y/n) of a date or her birthdays, Dom would always cover her eyes so she couldn't see her presents or he would take her somewhere and make her close her eyes so it would be a surprise. He was always one for surprises and loved randomly getting (Y/n) gifts or little trinkets he had seen whilst out.

This was more normal, this was more like them and it made (Y/n) smile to herself. She liked this feeling, this wonder and curiosity and this sense of normality that came with it.

(Y/n) watched with wide eyes as Dom came back into the lounge and set down a pot on the coffee table in front of (Y/n) before he sat beside her. He wore a cheesy yet slightly nervous grin and his eyes creased at the corners like they always did when he was smiling and happy like this.

It was a painted light blue ceramic pot about the size of a candle jar and in the middle was a beautiful red rose bush that was just in the process of beginning to bloom.

(Y/n)'s breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened as she reached out without thinking to gently brush her index finger over one of the blushing red petals. She had always had a thing for flowers and growing her own little potted flowers was like a hobby, although (Y/n) hadn't had a new flower for a while. Dom always said they would get a house soon with a garden so (Y/n) could grow hundreds of flowers and plants and different flower beds because he loved to watch them grow and she loved to nurture them.

"It's beautiful."

That was the first smile Dom had seen on (Y/n)'s lips for two weeks.

"It's a special rose bush," Dom leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs and knitting his hands together as his head turned to look at (Y/n). Their eyes locked and he could see the curiosity in her eyes, wanting him to explain. "It's a remembrance flower."

(Y/n) looked between the roses and Dom, her chest filling with anticipation and adrenaline.

"I know that you were upset that we don't have a grave or a place to visit for the baby. So I thought that this could be our grave, our remembrance that we can grow and nurture instead."

Dom talked slowly, his eyes constantly looking over (Y/n)'s features to try and see if she agreed with him and look for any signs of pain or upset or disagreement. But all he could see was love and heartbreak in her watering eyes and the smallest, most gentle smile he had ever witnessed on his wife's lips.

Dom knew that some people had flowers or tokens when they moved away and couldn't go and visit a family members grave. And he had seen how cut up (Y/n) had been about not having a grave to visit, she wanted something to show that they had lost someone, somewhere they could go to mourn and remember. Having the ashes wasn't the same and scattering them didn't feel right because their baby hadn't lived or grown and didn't have a special place where they could be scattered.

But with this bush Dom thought it could be something to remember their baby by. They could watch it grow and remember with the roses and have them grow if they couldn't have their baby.

(Y/n) took Dom by surprise when she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his skin, getting as close to him as she could.

"Thank you, I think it's perfect."

#dominic carisi #dominic carisi imagine #dominic x reader #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x reader #imagine #Olivia Benson #law and order #law and order svu

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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natasha with little!reader who misses nat after she had to go away for a mission, but when nat comes back they cuddle and spend time together?? <3

As close as possible please

Natasha x Fem!Little!Reader

I wish this was longer! I wrote like 4 versions of this and kept getting stuck halfway through and im not sure why! I really hope this is okay and i love how it eventually turned out. Again i did headcanons, idk why i just felt like they fit better. If you would rather a full fic pls send me another ask and I’ll try my best! <3

SFW

Warning - some sadness, missing someone, fluff, fluff, fluff. Not much dialog I’m so sorry!

It was still hard though, sure you ha everything you needed but all you wanted was your mama. Maybe some singles and a forehead kiss too.

Nat always comes home while you’re ure having a nap, that way she can putt her things away and have a shower before seeing you, the one time she did come home when you were awake you saw her covered in dirt and it freaked you out.

Once she was done she always sneaks into your room, climbing into your bed and slowly waking you up by rubbing your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead.

“Hi mama” you would whisper, your voice groggy and your hair tangled.

“Hi bug”

Once you were up she would untangle your hair and help you put on some clothes.

The day she finally returns you don’t leave her side for more than a minute. Sitting on the counter while she cooks, sitting on her lap while watching tv, convincing her you needed to sleep in her bed with her that night too.

Nat always obliged, holding you so close you could feel her warmth radiating from her body.

Snuggles on the couch while watching some tv would definitely be something you two do, she’s tired from her mission and wants to just hold her baby for as long as possible.

You would even sit with your back pressed against her legs while colouring on the coffee table, needing to be touching her as often as possible.

Nat brings you home little magnets from where ever she was stationed, letting you decorate the fridge in them. You on the other hand would always make her a special drawing, something that you work on the whole time, getting out the good crayons and fun stickers to make it a special as possible.

Before bed nat will help you get in some pyjamas and bring some stuffies to her room, getting you all set up and then reading a few storybooks before you two snuggle up. She always stays up longer than you, just holding you and kissing the top of your head, soaking in all of the warmth she can.

You two always make up for time lost when she gets back, and you both would have it any other way.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #Natasha x little!reader #Natasha x little reader #nat x reader #nat x little!reader #nat x little reader #natasha fanfiction

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parkerluvsu · 2 years

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im feeling soft…can u do crying reader and yelena please?🥺thank u

a/n: ofc anon!! <3 why do all of my yelena posts have a bath in them?? i dont know. am i going to stop?? nope!

cw/tw: none, just crying (i didn't really specify why, reader is just feeling exhausted)

hurting (yelena x g/n reader)

your body felt heavy. it felt like there was a deep pit inside your stomach, ready to swallow you whole. earlier tonight you thought a bath might cheer you up, but sitting in the warm water now, it almost felt like you were drowning. immersed in your thoughts, you didn't notice your girlfriend coming home, or when she opened on the bathroom door.

"hey angel?"

you picked your head up from between your knees.

"there's my baby! is something wrong sweetheart? i was worried, i called for you but you didn't answer"

you sighed, you didn't want to worry her, but at the same time there was a lump im your throat that was getting harder to ignore. seeing her worried face, you nodded your head, signaling that something was, in fact, wrong. getting the message, yelena helped you get of the bath, wrapping you in one of the fluffy towels that sat on the stool next to the bathtub. setting you down onto the marble counter, yelena rubbed the towel over your wet skin, taking care not to be too rough.

"can you tell me what's wrong? you seem so tired baby"

you took a shaky breath and looked up at her, her concerned face bringing hot tears to the corner of your eyes. you just couldn't stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. all the things you had kept bottled up, you were just too tired to keep in anymore. yelena wrapped you in her strong arms, letting you cry as hard as you needed to into her shoulder, not caring if she got her shirt wet. she rubbed your back, trying to draw you back from the dark place you had disappeared to. pushing yourself closer to her, you could smell her expensive perfume calming you down a little bit.

"shh, deep breaths angel, you're okay ive got you"

you took a deep breath as she said, feeling her hands rubbing your back. soon your cries had died down, only sniffles leaving you. yelena could tell you had tired yourself out. drying you off again, she lifted you into her arms and carried you back to your bedroom, setting you down on the comfy bed. the night breeze coming in through the window calmed you down, stopping your small hiccups and sniffles. yelena grabbed some of your pj's, helping you get them on while she kissed your body gently.

"can you tell me what's going on? it's okay if you can't, but i wanna make sure you don't feel like this again baby"

yelena cupped your face with her soft hands. you leaned into her touch, almost falling asleep.

"it's nothing 'lena.. im just exhausted, i had so much to do today and i feel so overwhelmed.."

yelena rubbed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

"how about you get some sleep and i can help you out with the work tomorrow okay? ill make sure you don't get overwhelmed like this again sweetheart"

you nodded and let her tuck you under the covers. the silk on the pillowcase soothing to your skin. grabbing yelenas arm, you looked up at her from under the soft blankets.

"stay 'lena? come to bed with me?"

yelenas heart pounded at how cute you looked, and at your adorable request. she nodded, kissing your hand and going to change into more comfy clothes.

you had almost fallen asleep when she came back and laid down on her side of the bed. you turned around to face her.

"..thank you for making me feel better 'lena, i love you"

yelena pulled you closer, letting you nuzzle your head into her chest. she interlaced her fingers with yours, kissing the top of your head.

"of course my love, ill always be here to make you feel better i hope you know that"

you nodded into her chest. you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, drifting off into a well needed sleep. yelena looked down at your figure, snuggled into her arms under the covers. she smiled softly, tucking you closer to her body as she made herself more comfortable.

"i love you too sweetheart, so so much"

making sure to whisper so she didn't wake you up, yelena kept reaffirming her love for you as she herself fell into a deep sleep.

#yelena x reader #yelena aot #yelena fluff #aot x gn!reader #aot fluff #parkerluvsu

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captain-kinda-trash · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to request some headcannons for rottmnt boys with a reader who gives great hugs and gets a plush hoodie this winter, so hugging them feels like hugging a teddy bear now

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request!!

Teddy Bear (ROTTMNT Headcanons)

This was what I had in mind while writing 🤔🤔⬇

Leo

Let's just be clear about one thing

Leo LOVES your hugs

CANNOT get enough of them

Long night of fighting for justice? Huggies

Gets into an argument with Donnie? More huggies

Hell, even walking past you in the lair, he'll do little grabby hands and act like a whiny baby until he gets his daily hugs 🙄 😩

But then you get a super soft, super fluffy, super warm sweatshirt?

Dead

He's dead

You're basically like a human heater for this cold-blooded blue boy

Since you've gotten it, you can hardly stop wearing it, because it's the most comfortable thing ever-

And Leo has gotten even more excuses to hug you

"Leo, im cooking!"

"bUT YOUR SOO COMFFYYY 🥴"

Will, without a doubt ask you to carry his lazy ass, just because he wants to snuggle into your sweatshirt

And don't even get me STARTED on movie nights with him

Because what begins as a cold-blooded turtle hanging onto your arm like a baby koala

Ends up being Leo curled up in your lap or somehow wrapped around you with this hot sweater

So while he's practically purring with comfort, you are sweating like a dog

Not to mention, this bitch is just heavy

like 200+ pounds of straight muscle, so I hope you don't have to use the restroom any time soon because it's going to take a while to pry this big baby off of you

I'd also like to mention, that you don't need to tell him not to steal your hoodie

because he’s gonna do it anyways 😎💙

You discovered this one day, when you slipped the article off to bake with Mikey

After a nice batch of cookies was made, your jacket was gone and you began parading around the lair to find it

Only to see Leo, snuggled in his bed and playing on his phone, with your hoodie practically swallowing him whole

If he hadn’t looked so comfortable, you would have been angrier, and just settled for scolding him playfully for stealing it

it was hell trying to pry it off of him, though...

This turtle knows how to wrestle and he will not hesitate to kick your ass over this fluffy sweatshirt 😤

These two things (hugs and your hoodie) combined just make Leo melt into a puddle, and he couldn’t be happier to have all of your teddy bear hugs :>

Mikey

um, have you met this turtle?

KING of hugs

It’s so great how both of you share the same energy

Though he’s more cold-blooded, like Donnie, he needs all of the hugs

It’s just your thing

With Raph, you have fist bumps, Leo, you’ve got a cool handshake, Donnie is more for high-fives

And for Mikey, it’s hugs

He practically tackles you to the ground in tight hugs whenever you get home from school/work and come to the lair, like a happy little puppy

Speaking of puppies…

That’s what he says your hoodie feels like whenever it first arrives in the mail.

Immediately, you throw it on, and Mikey is all over it, petting the soft fabric and squealing in excitement

Can he please wear it?? 🥺

Little Mikey didn’t even have to ask before you shed the hoodie and let him try it on

And OH

FLUFFY...

The amount of cuteness that this turtle radiates when he’s smiling like an idiot and flapping the oversized arms around is just-

He vows to get his own since it’s so warm and comfortable

But he’s very respectful and gives it back to you

Only to attack you in another hug and lift you off of the ground because you look so adorable

“You’re like a little teddy bear!” *excited squeal!*

Mikey 100% respects your space so if you’re ever snuggling, he’s instantly aware of your getting sweaty or uncomfortable and will let up or loosen his arms

Winter days?

Snuggles all day and night

when Mikey (politely) asks to wear your jacket, he’ll throw it on and give you piggyback rides around the lair, because we love fun

And for Christmas, you get him his own, and he’s IN LOVE

Sweater buddies

He gets one in his favorite color and little ears on the hood and once a week, when they need to be thrown in the washer, you’ll keep him warm while he waits.

(Leo gets jealous of all the attention you’re giving Mikey >:o)

Donnie

we all know that Don isn’t the biggest on physical affection

If he wants a hug, usually he’d be the one to initiate, which is totally cool, since usually he’s forced into a hug by his brothers (secretly loves it tho)

He does enjoy your hugs, though he can be a bit awkward and stiff with them at first

If he’s feeling down, needs to be warmed up a bit, he’ll immediately seek your comfort

Even out of his brothers, you’re secretly his favorite

Sure he loves Dr. Delicate Touch, but sometimes Donnie would rather go to someone who isn’t very pushy with solutions, and is willing to listen

And we can also all agree that he has an immaculate fashion taste ✨💜

When he sees the fluffy sweater draped over your arm, he’s immediately running over, analyzing the fabrics, and rushing to get you to try it on

Why? Fashion show

Loves the warmth of your hoodie

And I because “it’s so soofff”

Donnie’s blood runs the coldest out of all of his brothers and he has the most sensitive shell, so he just adores your sweater

Is definitely contemplating on getting one for himself, though he wouldn’t tell you at first, because you might think he’s trying to copy your awesome style, and that would just destroy his massive ego 😩💅

He enjoys it when you sit in his lab with him, maybe rested against his side with your hoodie on, as you play on your phone/read/draw

Also up for snuggles when it’s extra chilly in the Lair, or when his brothers aren’t around, because once again, damaged ego

Movie marathons?

Hell yeah

Donnie will always make sure your comfortable before he gets comfortable on the couch, so you won’t shift around while watching the movie

He’s also very vulnerable when he takes his battle shell off, and in more ways than one

You know he’s got real, strong trust when he does so and will let you carefully hug him from behind with your hoodie on, since it’s so soft

Donnie will also snatch your massive jacket if he gets the chance, and disappear into his lab for days with it on

And he’ll never tell a soul this…

But he loves it the most, because it smells like you, 💜

so it’s like having you right beside him while you’re gone, or when he’s busy building something

Also, tries to use his classic and sarcastic charm when it comes to asking for your hoodie back

“Come on Don, it’s cold outside! I need it!”

“But would you take it from such a luxurious face as this?” 😏

“😒”

“Right, giving it back-“

He totally gets his own hoodie, by the way

Purple (obviously)

But it just isn’t the same as your own, so Donnie might just have yours on and then wrap his own around his waist

Yep

He sure does love his teddy bear 💜

Raph

Okay but Raph is an actual teddy bear-

A big, mom-friend, weapon-wielding teddy bear

He LOVES giving hugs, and most would recognize this, seeing the various pictures and instances where he pulls all three of his brothers in for a great big group hug ❤

He's constantly reminding himself that you are much much more prone to injuries than his brothers, so he holds you like a little baby when he hugs you

(Unless he gets super excited or has a really rough night, so just be aware that you might be restricted of breathing privileges in that case-)

Usually so gentle 🥺

Just picks you up and wraps those huge freaking arms around you like giant pillows

And he LOSES HIS SHIT when you come back with this fluffy ass hoodie

Has this infatuation with petting the fur and running his fingers over it

He has never felt something so soft in his entire life 😩❤

And then when he hugs you with it on-

aUGGGH ❤❤

"Why are you a like big teddy bear?!"

"Buddy, you're just getting a taste of my own world-"

Poor Raph, being the size he is and having such a spiky shell, can't just wear your hoodie like his brothers :(

I mean, sure he could take it so easily

But he doesn't want to disrespect your things, or make you upset, because this man is The Gentleman™

So, rather than asking to wear it, he'll ask to spend more time with you

Not just for the hoodie ofc, but because of your sweet gentleness and warmth

Better quit your job babe, because your new occupation?

Raph's cuddle buddy

He refuses to let you become uncomfortable, makes sure there are the right amount of pillows, blankets, and room for you to move around while you snuggle together etc.

Raph is also a heavy sleeper, so once he gets comfy and warm enough, he'll probably doze off and trap you in his big "arm cage"

Really, his nature is pure and gentle and everything you could ever imagine when it comes to hugging his little teddy bear ❤🐢

@getacactus @turtle-babe83

Hope you enjoyed this little ditty! I LOVED writing these!! 💜💜

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mystic-shadows42 · 3 years

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The Guardian

A/N: Bear with me on this one friends. This came to me suddenly and I decided to write it out before my creative juices leave me. I haven’t watched the show completely but I’m in the middle of the book. This will be set in the same universe but of course, I’ll tweak some things here and there. Enjoy!

Pairing: The Darkling x f!reader

Warnings: Mention of death

Summary: The darkling has been around for centuries but he’s never seen anything quite like you. He’s been there all your life yet he was still a stranger. He watches you from the shadows...waiting. He wanted you to have a normal life knowing that eventually you’ll be hunted once you get older. You’re his grace and him your guardian.

There was no need for the Darkling to trouble himself with tedious tasks, especially one that dealt with one of his personal guards’ absence from his duty but he had nothing better to do than to check himself.

Without any personal guards accompanying him he rode on horseback to the guard in question. The man and his wife did not live in the Little Palace like the others but chose to stay in a secluded area that was more domestic than anything.

Placing three firm knocks on the door, Desmond, the guard answered. His eyes widened in surprise not having to expect the Darkling to come to his home.

“General. What do I owe the pleasure?”

The Darkling scrutinized the man noting the dark bags under his eyes.

“Your absence has been noted. The king believes you to be defiant but rest assured I spoke to him that you are of my guard ship.”

Desmond let out a relieved sigh. He was still at the entrance of the door but made no move to let his master in. This didn’t go unnoticed by the Darkling who’s dark eyes briefly squinted at the man. Once Desmond felt the underlying quietness in the air, he looked into his master’s eyes before quickly looking away.

“M-my wife and I just had our baby. A baby girl,” he chuckled wholeheartedly. His smile faltered when the Darkling didn’t give any hint of emotion at it. “She is unwell so we’re looking after her until she gets better.”

“There are healers at the Little Palace. I’m sure your daughter will be well cared for but until then you and your wife have your duties.”

Desmond shook his head reluctant to let the matter go.

“But-”

He held up his hand for him to stop speaking.

“Be ready tomorrow-without delay.”

The Darkling turned his back and proceeded to walk away until he stopped completely at the sound of a baby crying from inside the house. His whole body went rigid. He was stumped for a reason unknown to him. He shook himself out of his thoughts and took a couple of more steps only to pause again.

There was a certain uneasiness he felt. Every step he took away became heavier than the last. It seemed as if a great weight was wrapped around his ankles stopping him from leaving.

He briefly checked over his shoulder but nothing was out of the sort. There was no threat, just a family settled in their home.

Nonetheless, there was a nagging feeling to check the house. Drawing him back to where he once was. He ushered to his horse grabbing the reigns.

He told himself not to look back, to fight the feeling. There was nothing there but a family, he reassured himself once more. He fisted his hands around the reigns then grunted as he dropped them altogether.

He looked up into the window upstairs and saw a glimmer of light. It wasn’t strong but it was indeed a source of light. He took slow steps forward entranced by the small light appearing from the upstairs window.

The light died and he shook himself out of his trance. He did not mistake this. He saw it and felt the small-scale energy from even outside the vicinity.

As far as he was concerned Desmond was a Squaller and his wife an Inferni. It was impossible for them to make such a glimmer of hope appear-unless they were hiding something.

The Darkling pounded at the door. Each hit harder than the last. Desmond opened it only to be pushed back as his master forced his way in immediately going up the stairs.

He drowned out the shouts trying to stop him. His steps faltered when he reached the outside of the room. He reached out to the door but was stopped by a feminine voice.

“My lord please, that is our daughter’s room.” Desmond’s wife pulled at her kefta in an obvious nervous manner.

He returned his attention to the door and ignored their pleas. Once he opened the door completely he saw that it was just as they said. It was their daughter’s room.

He walked in checking every corner to see where that light could’ve possibly come from. When he had just about given up his search, he turned around, stunned. A small stuffed animal was hovering in the air in front of his face. He took it in his hands then turned his attention to the other toys in the room floating in the air.

He looked at the two parents in the doorway both looking nervous under his watchful eyes. Then suddenly, the baby sneezed and all the items fell in the blink of an eye.

The Darkling took an intake of breath. It was the little baby who had wielded the power of a Grisha. He had felt an energy radiating in here but he did not think it would be from such a little thing as her. He took cautious steps to the baby’s crib looking down at the innocent figure looking up at him. He brushed his finger over her soft cheek.

“Bless you, my dear.”

There was a collective silence in the room. No one moved or talked beside the little baby moving here and there.

“She possesses the same abilities as us, my lord.”

“So she’s a Grisha. One far too young to be intuned with matter already. She’s just a baby.”

He continued to stare at the little thing in the crib as if trying to make sense of it all.

“No, my lord, forgive me. What I meant was that she has the abilities of both a Squaller and Inferni.”

The Darkling looked at him sharply. His brows were strewn together and his eyes hard.

“That’s unheard of.”

“It’s true my lord,” Desmond’s wife spoke aloud. “We didn’t quite believe it ourselves. We thought we were going mad but she kept doing it. Using both powers. Then she got unbelievably sick. That’s why we’ve been absent from our duties but now after that, she looks better.”

“How is she able to conjure light?”

“Perhaps it was a small flame,” they tried reassuring.

“No. This was light. Not one of a flame but actual light. She did it somehow, I’m sure of it. I intend on finding out if she can do it again.”

“All we ask is you don’t take her from us. We’ve tried so hard for a baby and she’s our little miracle.”

The Darkling peered down at the little baby. She stared up at him with a blank expression with an occasional kick of her legs and clenching of her hands.

The Darkling smiled. Smiled so bright that Desmond and his wife became startled at the very sight. His smile then faltered at what he was about to say next.

“You know she’ll always be in grave danger. If that light had been any brighter or stronger, she’d be hunted at this very second but alas she’s just a babe. She knows not of her abilities quite yet.”

“We’ll protect her.”

The Darkling looked at the child’s mother and father seeing them pull each other in firm acknowledgment. He didn’t doubt they’d protect her with their lives.

A parent’s determination to protect their child held no bounds but he worried what the Shadow Fold would conjure up. Everything unworldly always seemed to be summoned when a powerful being that posed a threat to their existence. Power for the price paid in blood.

“Stay with your daughter and tell no one else about her. I’ll come with news if there are any dangers near. Just keep her safe until I can come up with something better to protect her.”

“Thank you, my lord. Thank you.”

“There’s no need to thank me. She’s under my protection.”

The Darkling nodded his head to the two parents then looked down at the little baby one last time. She was going to make a difference in the world.

****

For weeks it had been quiet. No news of any deaths from the crossing on sandskiffs. The creatures within the Shadow Fold seemed to be absent.

The news of bringing in critical supplies enlightened the king but made the Darkling uneasy.

Nothing crossed into the Unsea without a few setbacks. Every time he closed his eyes he could feel the darkness just waiting. They were on a standstill and for what? He knew nothing good would come from this.

“My lord! Something came from the Fold. Four or five of these creatures.”

The Darkling opened his eyes exhaling at complete ease. Just as he expected. The peace never lasted.

“How many casualties?”

“That’s the thing, my lord. They’re none to report. Seems like they’re looking for something.”

“You’re telling me the Volcra’s simply entered without attacking anyone?”

He cocked his head at the man seeing him just as perplexed.

“It’s not the Volcra that came through. From the books in the library, they match what is called a Skuldra. Uhh, they’re wingless part skeletal versions of Volcra. For them to pass through the Fold takes time and energy. These things practically tear themselves apart just to get through and start their hunt.”

He narrowed his brows confused. He leaned forward with great interest.

“Hunt? What exactly are they hunting?” He asked in a voice that was low but firm.

“Something that’s a threat to their very existence.”

The Darklings eyes intensified. It seemed that the darkness had already found her.

“All of you with me.”

The ride had seemed like a long trip but it was one not too far off. When they arrived the once humbled home was in shambles. Half of the creatures were dead but two more remained. One on top of the roof and the other digging in the dirt.

Both of the creatures turned, feeling the presence of the Darkling. They gave out an ear-piercing shriek. With his palm raised, he was able to hold the creatures in place with great concentration.

In those critical seconds, they were able to kill them with ease. He exhaled feeling the power within the creatures before the pressure from his chest was released.

“Search the house.”

He circled the area seeing that a fight indeed was en suite before they even arrived. He followed the blood trail and burn marks to two bodies. He knelt down and sighed heavily, they gave their lives to protect their daughter from these creatures.

He took the necklace from around Desmond’s neck then the ring off of his wife. They’d be reminders for the child when she gets older.

The wail from the baby distracted him. He stood up quickly trudging towards the man who held her in his arms, not knowing he was holding the future in his hands.

“Give her to me,” he grounded out. They didn’t know what she was capable of but he didn’t trust anyone else with her.

“Shall we give her to a peasant family?”

The Darkling thought for a moment as he looked down at the innocent baby in his arms who had tears running down her cheeks. He wanted her to be at the Little Palace with him.

As much as he wanted to shield her away from the world, he couldn’t. He felt the connection between them. Felt calm even. She could feel it too, ceasing her cries and drifting off to sleep.

He continued to contemplate the best decision. In order to keep her safe, he needed to go against what he felt. Be apart from her even when her power called to him just as he did hers.

He didn’t understand her power yet. She had the powers of both her parents but could conjure light somehow.

“Ask around. She’s to be given to a family that has no other children and is trustworthy. A family capable of providing food for her. A good stable humble home as her true parents intended.”

Whoever had her under their care, he wanted them to provide the best attention a parent could offer. She needed to be loved and raised without the luxury of the Grisha. He wanted her to live as a lively child and that wouldn’t be possible if he took her with him.

#The Darkling #Kirigan #General Kirigan #the black heretic #Aleksander #Aleksander Kirigan #The Darkling x reader #General Kirigan x reader #Aleksander Kirigan x reader #Shadow and Bone

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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If your requests are open, could you maybe do a C!Techno x Reader? Like, the Butcher Army is there for Techno and Phil wasn't able to give him a\such an early head's up so he's not really prepared, and Quackity has the reader hostage when they show, cause maybe they were outside doing something... You don't have to, of course! -Sugar Anon (may I claim this Anon?)

Ooh! Most definitely! And of course you can claim it your my first anon!🖤

Warnings: Blood, swearing

Techno was a pretty well known man, lets face it. Maybe not in the way you hoped, and in this instance you mean he was wanted.

But you were not awhere of that because you lived with him out in the chilly Tundra. Phil would usally bring you two the new updates and anything you should be aware of. So when he didnt show for his morning tea you were a but skeptical to say the least. But techno had casually shrugged his shoulders, waving it off that he had gotten busy. This was true. Phil was a awfully busy man, he never seemed to stop moving, building, or exploring. So you joined techno on his assumption.

Techno was casually brewing potions that afternoon. Not a uncommon occurance to say the least. You had grown accustomed to seeing the towering man working over his bottles. His large but gentle hands gracefully, and carefully manuvering the glasses to where he pleased.

"Techno love? Im going to go trade these books nearby ok?" You mentioned as you took your cloak. Slipping it on so you could contain your warm. Techno hummed in agreement. Since you were so far from L'amanburg he didn't really mind you walking freely to the nearby village. He actually viewed your common trips as a large help.

"I have seven emeralds in that chest over there, could you see if any of them are willing to trade for a mending book?" He asked well he looked up to you. His reading glasses resting on his nose. You smiled brightly and nodded.

"Of course!" Anything you could do to help you were down to do. L'amanburg wasn't aware Techno had a lover, mostly because Techno didn't want you getting pulled into his rather volient affairs. He viewed them as his battles. Not battles that you had to fight.

Well collecting the gems into your basket he spoke up again, his hand coming to the small of your back. "Take Carl ok? I can't have my princess walking like the peasants do" he said bemused. Pressing a gentle but loving kiss to your forhead.

You leaned into him, enjoying the physical affection he gave you. Techno wasn't one to voice his love Rather, instead he would gift you, or make physical actions twords showing you how much he cared.

You walked out and hopped onto Carl the sturdy, and loyal steed waiting for the new adventure he would be taking. Edging your heels into him you began to head for the forest.

After a while of riding through the woods you began to grow weary. You felt like you were being watched. You were not a Hybrid like Techno so you couldnt smell or hear any abnormalities. But you just knew somthing was off. It was a harsh mental debate on whether to turn around or continue. Ultimately you decided it was best to just turn around. For how on edge you were you figured that telling Techno, and him laughing at you was better than lingering outside anymore.

You pulled the reigins, signaling for Carl to turn, however when you did, someone had jumped onto Carl behind you. Grabbing you tightly to prevent your flailing. You couldnt help the blood curdling scream you let out before your mouth was covered by a hand. You were panicking. You couldnt see your attacker but very well felt them behind you.

"Im gonna make you a deal. Your going to take us back to that nice cottage of yours, or I'll paint your blood all over the snow" the voice sneered next to your ear. "Im going to remove my hand. If you so as utter a word I wont hesatate to get rid of you. Am I clear?" The voice was slow, but threatening. They meant what they said. You could only nod slowly as he removed his hand from your mouth. "In case you get a wild burst of courage... I'll just leave this here" he had taken his sword out. Lingering it by your neck. You didn't know what else to do, so you just took the reigins and slwoly started back home.

When you got to Technoblade's Cottage you were forced off of Carl, the snow did little in softening your fall. You looked up praying thag techno herd some commotion.

"Technoblade get your ass out here!" The man Yelled, you looked up to him. He had black hair poking out from his beanie. Underneath his armor was a bloody a apron. All, in all, not someone you wanted to be around.

When the door opened you called out for Techno. Trying to make a run for him. But instead you were only grabbed by your ankle and dragged back to the raven haired man. The sword he held finding it's way to your neck.

"Let her go Quackity." Techno's eyes were narrowed and calculated. He wasn't pleased by any means for how Quackity was manhandling you.

"You think I'm going to listen to you? Your fucking delusional. Heres whats going to happen Techno. Your going to come with us. Or I'll kill her and give your front lawn a nice new red decoration." You whimpered. All you wanted was Techno. You wanted to be in his arms, you didn't like how This 'Quackity' man was talking or handling you.

"Your going to let her go first." Techno stepped closer. His hand drawing his blade. You could see Techno's breathing. He was angry, and so were the voices.

"I wouldn't step any closer." The blade pressed in more. Your hand coming up to try and push the blade away. "Your going to drop your blade and walk up to fundy to get handcuffed. Then I'll let her go." You watched as Techno weighed his options. In the end he did drop his blade. He valued your life above everything. Once his hands were tied securely, you were let free. The first thing you did was run to techno. Hugging onto him for dear life.

"(Y/n) listen to me. Your going to go into the house and wait for Philza. Ok?" You looked up at him with pain in your eyes, shaking your head.

"No! Im not letting you go alone!" You started to tear. You didnt know where they were taking him. But you knew it wasn't good.

"(Y/n) I said go in the house. I will be fine.." He manuvered his head to wrap around yours since his arms couldn't. "I don't want you involved ok?..." his tone was gentle, trying to ease your haywire nerves.

"Techno please let me come.." Your eyes begged, but he didnt budge. Quackity only took and shoved Techno further.

"Wait in the House!" Was the final thing he said as he was forced over the Hill.

Waiting for his return had you beyond restless. You could only look from the clock back to the fire. The raging 'What if's running through your brain. It was extremely late before techno had returned back home.

When he opened the door you rushed over to him. Almost tripping over your own feet. To feel him in your arms was the one thing you needed to calm your nerves. You gripped onto him for dear life. His arms gently wrapped around you. Rubbing a ligjt circle into your back.

"Thank god your home" you said. Your face buried into his chest. The lingering sent of dynamite and the iron smell of blood on his clothes. "I was so worried about you..." you felt his hand move to the underside of your thighs. Lifting you up into his arms so he could move inside.

"Come now princess... You didnt really think I would let anything happen to myself, now would you?" He mused. His eyes soft as he looked up into yours.

"I.. I mean" You looked down at him, the bit of worry still remaining. He sat down on his sofa. Leaning back into it as he looked up at you.

"Baby girl, you know Technoblade never dies" He said cocking a eyebrow up as his face went smug. You only smiled a little at that. Moving to rest your head in his neck.

"I still worried..." you said gently. Relaxing into his chest. Glad to see him home safely.

"I know princess... I know" He knew he would have to tell you about the execution. But for now he knew you were distraught. He may have been poor at comforting, but he knew right now the best thing was for you to just lay in his arms at peace. Let you try and forget what Quackity had probably etched into your memory for months to come. Because Quackity was only the start now. Now everyone knew, Techno had someone he truly loved.

#dream smp #dreamsmp x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #mcyt x reader #minecraft #minecraft fanfiction #minecraft x you #techno x reader #mcyt #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade #tb

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secretbangtnn · 3 years

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Best Of Me | One

Pairings : →ot7 x reader, poly!BTS x reader

Genre : → vampireau, yandere!au, age gap, gore, obsessive behavior, ddlg/caregiver, poly, fantasy, supernaturals

summary : It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

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So im not really as happy as i wanted to be with this chapter, but its the first one that i needed to translate. Suprisingly Its easier for me to write the whole thing myslef than translating it from my native language. + Remember to leave something and im happy to say that we can start an ask game with the characters from my books

Surprisingly this day was awfully ugly for such a beautiful season. Heavy rain was falling on the ground creating the big sheets of wall with those millions droplets that practically covered the whole view outside of the freshly cleaned window.

Tired sigh pierced the quiet, as for the household members, house only causing the weird tension to increase that was there from the early morning. Dark hair of the boy moved with him, now facing the cold, wet window.

Hyung…” Groaned the boy crashing on the couch closing the eyes in the process a little frustrated. Walking just next to him, a little taller man with bright yellow hair, looked at the dark haired one with a tired stare.

“I don’t have time Jungkook, go torture Yoongi or something.” A snort came out of the older one after the not so innocent proposition, as he kept carrying the big basket full of clothes.

And again he was alone. The youngest of the brothers, being the one who never knew what to do with his free time, wandering in the halls and every couch he could spot in their cosy house. His dark chocolate hair falling on his face, a little too long for his liking, but he was too lazy to actually do something with them.

Again that not happy groan left his lips, and wriggling similar to a child that did not get a toy he wanted, in the end forcing him to sit on the couch with a big pout. It was not normal in this household, the whole quiet and calm act, especially considering the residents he shared the home with.

They are more similar to animals than gentelems that appreciate a quiet time. So the weird atmosphere was definitely an unsettling thing for the youngest.

Again looking at the dark view outside the window, he tried to see the cause of all of this. Completely as if something was meant to happen, like the quiet before the storm.

And let me tell you, Jungkooks 6th sense never fails. Just as he thought that maybe just maybe this time he was wrong, a ring echoed in the whole household.

“Someone is gonna open it?!” He shouted being too irritated to even do it himself, despite being the closest to the doors.

Of course, nobody answered. So angry he was at this moment he got up from a nice cozy couch and with heavy steps he came to the big chunk of the wood.

He opened the door not that gently, mumbling an annoyed “what?”

So how irritated he got when he saw nothing, a void, the same doorstep and gate that stood there everyday, now with a big wall of rain to spice up the view. He looked around, now a little confused, while thinking that maybe someone was in the mood for jokes. But how stupid the idea of that was when he remebered, that for his hundreds years of living in this world the first time that actually someone managed to make fun of him was today.

And oh god he started to get so pissed.

So imagine how shocked he was when just before he closed the door he heard a really unusual sound coming from his feets. Unhappy sobs rang in the quiet afternoon immediately attracting his attention.

The young vampire was more than shocked, looking at the child in the pille of pastel colored blankets. Small sobs now increased in a big crocodile's tears with disturbing sounds of the kids crying.

“”No, no, no, please be quiet, we don’t want to wake up the old, ugly, moody grandpa. do we?” He panicked, whispering the words to the child that now laid in his arms. He just prayed that the actual old vampire really didn't take up because of the cries.

As the kid started to calm down, he stared at it with an unreadable emotion. It was a weird feeling, holding the delicate creature in his arm, knowing that just one wrong move, and the child would never cry again.

So what was that feeling that stirred down his stomach as the little creature grabbed his finger with a big open mouth. The sick emotion only made him panic even more, while looking back inside the house.

He decidied,. Sneaking was nothing new for his ninja move, and he strongly believed in his skills of not getting caught with a surprise in his arms. In the end the spiderman socks were a good choice, as their soft material made nearly no sound on the floor.

His stress level went higher with each step that brought him closer to the room that he knew he could not miss. The sound of a knife and cutting rung in his ears is similar to the music in horror music he likes to watch, now making him understand a feeling of pure fear.

Eyes closed while praying that the blonde man won’t turn around catching him in his act. But how wrong he was to believe in such a miracle. Nothing and absolutely gets past Kim Seokjin.

“Jeon Jungkook…” He died, completely freezing in place. Not opening his eyes he waited thinking that maybe it was just his head messing with him, and the blonde boy never actually turned to him. “What have you done again. If I need to clean the mess once again from the ketchup, I'm not going to…”

And as Jungkook thought that nothing can go worse, the little chil laughed a happy giggle while making the grabby hands for his bracelet.

“Jungkook?...What exactly are you holding?” The question like a knife cutted the heavy atmosphere in half. The silence just after that louder than everything he has heard before. He was even sure that he felt his nonexisting heart stopping. “Did you fucking steall a child?! I can’t be…”

“No! It’s not like that I swear I found it on our doorstep.”

“Do you really think think I am that stupid? How even the child could just appear there hm? Rolled there or better flyed on its plush unicorn?”

“Hyung, please you are going to wake up others.” He didn’t even hesitate to beg, looking at the blonde with such terrified eyes. The child in his arms happily munching on his bracelet completely unaware of the tension.

“Why would I care about others! You brought a child Jungkook, how can i be calm!?”

Dark haired unconsciously looked around with gritted teeth, now just waiting for the rest to appear. And he did not need to wait long, as just after he looked back at the blonde, someone came from the other side of the kitchen door.

Tall man with peachy hair and raspy voice, trying to get rid of the rest of his sleep, now scratching his head with confused expressions. Who wouldn’t be confused in this place, seeing a literal child in a house full of old vampires.

“What is this mess all about? You know what hour it is?” Said the tallest one. Blondie one only snorted as if offended while crossing his arms. “What?”

“Nothing.” Oldest mumbled irritated. The tallest only raised his brow, and repeated the question once again. Jungkook being now forgotten with the child trying to catch his attention with little sounds. “You dare to remind me of the hour?! Do you know how many nights I didn’t sleep because of you! If I just could silence you for good, you would have long ago ended like the voldemort, yes i'm talking about that nose of yours”

The taller one immediately touched his nose gasping not believing in what he just heard, now trying to silently disappear from the harash stare of his older brother.

As the peach hired one hid behind a counter, the attention now came back to the snaking Jungkook. More pairs of footsteps rang in the quietness of the home, slowly showing other people.

“Jin-hyung is angry again? What happened I want to see.” Announced the newcomer, sliding on his perfectly white socks.

“Who is angry here?! You want to see how angry I can be you...you…”

“You silly goose?”

“No that's to lame.”

“Dipshit?”

“You dipshit! Thank you Namjoon.” He finished with a red face. The newcomer only rolled his eyes, while making the shortest of the brothers that came with him laugh.

“Since everyone is here…” The tallest started.

“Wait, where is Yoongi.” Asked the red haired one, while leaning on the counter with a mysteriously made coffee.

“Here.” All of them shouted, hearing the sudden voice, and seeing the new person that appeared with a lightning of thunder. “So what’s this mess about?”

Everyone in the room simultaneously looked at the dark haired boy that immediately stopped in his tracks hoping for some power that could help him disappear. All the eyes slowly drifted down his arms, now staring at a bundle of blankets that started to move as if it knew of the attention.

“What is that?” Asked the tallest looking straight at the irritated blonde.

“Don’t ask me, I’m not the one that gives such a stupid example, making those idiots steal children.”

The kitchen is now again quiet, all the eyes on the little creature in the arms of the youngest. Only sound now being the child starting to sob again, making everyone tense.

“Shut it up you morons.” Said second oldest, annoyed at the loud cries. The blonde didn’t waste time, knowing how bad noise is for the black haired. Small body now shuddering because of the sobbing making the oldest coo at the little child.

His arms soon hold the bundle of blanket, trying to calm the kid down with his baby voice. It wasn’t hard to get lost in its eyes, them being mysterious and full of innocence, drawing up the blonde one. His big hand now on its red cheek, trying to feel the texture of the soft skin under his fingers.

And as the cries never happened, the child started giggling again trying to grab Seokjin hands with such a beautiful smile. It was a really soft sight to see making them all calm and giddy inside. But as the child opened its mouth Seokjin's smiles disappeared.

“What the matter?” Asked Namjoon a little bit taken aback by the change of his hyungs mood. The oldest only looked back at the rest of them with a terrified expression.

“It's a human.”

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whitefantasy21-blog · 2 years

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With my last upload of a game AU, I was suddenly inspired to combine what feels like my long-ago favorite game and my favorite novel and that's how we got an Undertale x TCF crossover, but tbh, I think I just needed a reason to draw baby Kim Rok Soo and Cale look at those cheeks aren't they adorable?! anyway, A long time ago there was a war between Monsters and Humans, the humans won and sealed away the monsters never to be seen again

Years later, a human child has fallen into the mountain

That human name was Cale and was found by a young goat monster named Basen, and he took the Human home to be healed

To say Violan and Deruth were shocked was an understatement

Cale suddenly found himself a younger brother and two parents who cares about him and loved him dearly

And they were happy

but unfortunately, that happiness didn't last forever

not everyone was as accepting to the human as they were because after all Humans were the reason they were trapped down here

The Henituse household was attacked, father had fallen in the struggle

somehow they managed to escape;

"You shouldn't have taken me in..."

"...Hyung" Basen didn't know what to say but decided to hug his brother

Cale cries "This is all my fault!" He was the reason why this happened, he always ruins everything

Cale bit his lips, wipe his eyes with the back of his sleeve, he needed to be strong for his younger brother "Basen do you trust me?" "Of course I do, Hyung" they held hands

"Take my soul" "What?!" Cale squeezed his fluffy hands "It's what they're after, If you take it and then go through the barrier to get more souls then we'll be fine" they'll be safe

With great reluctance, Basen reached for the red soul

and the rest is history.

Basen had fallen in his mother embrace still holding onto Cale

Violan's anguished scream could be heard throughout the kingdom as she held the corpse and dust of her children

Years later, a human child has fallen into the mountain

Kim Rok Soo woke up in a pile of red flowers, 'carnations' his mind recalls

"Ugh," he stands up shakily "Woah are you alright?" Kim Rok Soo turned to who asked, only to suddenly wonder if he had hit his head harder than he thought

"Here let me help you up" the goat-like creature said, as she grabbed him and helped him up either not noticing or caring about his flinch "Im Lily btw, what's yours?"

"...Kim Rok Soo" he murmurs, Lily's enhanced hearing had caught it easily "I'll take you home to get treated, my Mom is a good healer, you'll be as good as new"

she seems to like to talk a lot and that was fine since Kim would be able to gather more info

"Btw what kind of monster are you? never seen something like you before, not that I have seen a lot since we're sort of in hiding right now"

KRS could understand with Lily's... unique appearance, a lot of people would be hunting her to sell for a high price

"I'm home!" "Lily where have you-" Violan stops in her tracks, her eyes suddenly unfocusing

Lily felt concerned "Mom?" Violan snaps into attention and suddenly goes into motion to heal the injured human

the black-haired human observed her, 'Monsters, huh, makes sort of sense but how come no one knows about them'

the feeling of heartbroken loss consumes her soul as she looks at the young human child, suddenly remembering a red hair child with similar eyes

#og!cale henituse #cale henituse #trash of the count's family #kim rok soo #undertale #crossover #basen henituse #violan henituse #lily henituse #deruth henituse

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momoshin · 3 years

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wrapped in lace — ryujin

you’d think coming home after long hours of running and making content would knock the two of you right out. but you were hoping it did just the opposite, you made sure the car driving you and the girls gets there first, needing to make sure everything was still in place from how you left it before starting your day (and to be able to change into what you had planned) ryujin gets home with the others as soon as you sit down to take a breath. they all know what you have planned, they’re just here for support before they smoothly make an exit.

“you guys got here fast” ryujin points it out and kisses your lips hello like she hadn’t just done that before going into the separate cars (which she complained about for half an hour). she hands you a smoothie, and you quickly notice she’s the other only member with one in her hands.

“ryujin you literally spent twenty minutes thinking of what smoothie to get your girlfriend” yuna rolls her eyes, making the other four laugh at the birthday girl who slightly blushes and shrugs.

“oooooh” lia cheers, interrupting your girlfriend’s soft, sort of questioning stare at you and causing the two of you to look at her, also catching the other three peeking in the room, yuna trying to squeeze her way in between the unnies. “actually we’re going to go eat, call us if you want anything, have funnn”

and just like that, the door is closed. you can hear their steps and what yuna thought was whispers ‘that’s so romantic!!’ ‘ryujin unnie’s probably going to cry’ ‘when did y/n unnie have the time to do all of that?’ that just caused a smile to break into your lips.

“when did you do all of this?” her jaw is open so wide, she’s going to catch flies soon.

“i can’t tell you my secrets” you scoff, a warm, loving smile on your lips as you approached her and dared to wrap your arms around her waist after taking her cross body and setting it on the floor. “do you like it?”

“i love it” she pecks your lips a couple of times, and through all of them you can easily feel the smile that she displayed because of the surprise “can we open presents now?”

“yes baby” the way her voice sounded like an excited kid on christmas morning, and her eyes were so bright, her smile? it melts your heart and you find yourself feeling more love for her than you thought possible.

it’s all pure from there. her pure gasps and smiles or even giggles every times she opens a present and remembers you asking detailed yet questions vague enough for her to not have a clue of the reason behind it.

“where’s the button?” you’ve found yourselves messing around with the new film camera, your girlfriend too excited to leave it for tomorrow like she would’ve said to hide how much she wanted to play with it.

“it says here-“ you begin to read the manual of instructions, and it only takes you a few seconds in to see the blinding light of the flash. “ryujin!”

“found it” she smiles, the two of you giggling softly in the moment. “im keeping this” she smiles, looking at the developing picture of you in what she thinks is your prettiest version, “thank you baby” it's a little muffled against your lips that she keeps kissing and pecking in hopes it helps her express how grateful she is.

"i have one more gift for you" your words too are muffled against her lips, and as soon as she sits back up you look for the red bow you had placed somewhere around the room and stick it right on the top of your head "ta-da"

"oh?" she smiles, opening her arms for you to walk into. she watches you put up your finger as if telling her to wait for you, and undo the zipper of your jacket, letting her catch the red, delicate lace adorning your body. "oh" she's in utter shock, like she hasn't ever seen you like this even though it's a regular occurrence "c'mere, please"

the bow inevitably falls off your head when she pulls you to her by the waist, running her hands all over your body, drinking you in. "is this new?"

"mhm" your hand wraps around the back of her head, keeping eye contact with her as she presses soft kisses to the skin of your tummy that wasn't covered by the lingerie set "got it just for today"

"well. i love it" she smiles "almost want to fuck you in it"

"who said you'd be doing the fucking?" your hands cup her face and bring it up to look at you, thumbs grazing against her lips, her pretty, pink lips that you loved so much "lay down for me?"

she trusts you enough to just go with it, and you easily move the gifts from the bed to the night stand. so she had more space in the bed and nothing broke. your hands run all over her uncovered torso by her crop top, and soon, you found your hands kneading and squeezing at her tits. hums and whispers coming out of her lips.

your legs move on their own to get you in bed, between her legs so your hands could do their thing and undo her jeans, her chuckle when you peck her stomach just like she did yours a few minutes ago rings in your ears beautifully. reminding you how lucky you are to have her, that she’s yours and you’re hers.

“i love you” you whisper against her lips when you’ve come back up, sitting on her lap with your hands on the end of her shirt to slowly remove it. “like, i’m in love with you ryujin” you stop your kisses to look at her, look for a reaction. she takes time. to control her breathing and process the words that had just come out of your mouth, her eyes are glossy and her hand runs through your hair gently.

“i’m in love with you too” she whispers after what feels like has been forever, but only has been seconds. her voice is so small and broken, she is so in love with you, it hurts her to think about it.. everything about you makes her feel in heaven.

your smile is so big though, you weren’t expecting her to not say it back, but it felt good to actually hear it. her lips find yours now, and the kiss starts so soft, slow, telling each how much you felt for the other, and its like that for some time, tongues dancing and all. but then her hands start going down to your ass, and you don’t have it in you to stay put when she moves your hips for you, her naked thighs rubbing against your clothed core in delicious ways.

“don’t take it off” she whispers as soon as she sees you sit up in her lap, and her fingers soon loop around the flimsy, tiny part covering your crotch. she thinks about putting it to the side and just watching like this, but then again something about using her strength on or for you makes her feel in control, so she does just that. tears it right off of you.

“ryujin?!” you whine. hands on her naked shoulders as you stare at your thong in her fingers.

“don’t make me gag you with it” she spits, and at the sound of her voice so deep; you whimper, specially when she runs her thumb up and down your clit, eliciting a few gasps out of you too. you try to, with all your inner strength, pull away from her hand, but instead position yourself so your legs could cross with hers. your cunts both fitting together like puzzle pieces. “fuck”

she’s been under you many times before. but the sight before you is so different from those times, she’s biting her lip, eyes half closed, her nipples perked up already, hands on your waist to control you moving, she’s groaning and grunting in such sinful ways too, making you wetter than before and easier for the two of you to move.

she’s closed her eyes when you, still riding her, stretch your arm enough to take the new camera in your hands, she doesn’t even open her eyes when you put a hand on her stomach in a more possesive way than anything, she only does so when she hears the click of the camera shooting the sight in front of it: your cunt glued to hers, your hand spread on her toned abdomen as if to tell anyone who saw the lewd image that she was yours.

she bites her lips at her own sight, you on top, the red lace that she’d yet to rip off your body hugging you so beautifully, your hair down your shoulders and back, you waiting for the polaroid to develop with your teeth digging into your bottom lip. but most importantly the sight of your pussy against hers. the noises you two made, how it felt. she feels dizzy already.

“you better not show that to anyone. specially the girls” she warns, her legs opening wider to give you more space for an advantage of getting the perfect angle between the two of you “fffuck, do that again”

“that?” she wonders if this is how you feel when she starts getting cocky. because you certainly are as you roll your hips over and over again like you had for the few last seconds. you don’t stop asking until she groans out a yes, fingers so tight around the skin of your hips that you were worried she was going to bruise you. “and i don’t know. i think jisu unnie might find it hot, don’t you?”

suddenly, you feel her breath so much closer to your lips than you remember her being, your covered nipples against her naked, hard ones, her hand fully tangled in your hair, pulling well enough to make you hiss and whimper into her lips “im not playing with you y/n” she groans “anyone else sees your pussy and it’s over for you”

“what are you gonna do?” you’re teasing her with your smile, and she hates it so much. how can you be so brave when she’s got you so vulnerable right on her cunt??

“you don’t want to find out.” her hand wraps around you to slap your ass so, so hard, you’re worried for her hand. “why are you being such a whore right now, am i not enough for you?” you’re not responding, just looking at her with your brattiest expression and hoping it pisses her off. not enough for this tight pussy?” she draws a gasp from you when she says the words ‘tight pussy’ because at that same time she’s pushed a finger into you from behind

she smiles against your lips when you muffle something against hers, not finding in you to make actual words and sentences.

“what’s that princess? i didn’t quite catch it” she smirks, kissing your lips and nose so soft as if she didn’t have a whole finger inside you at the same time

“im kidding. im sorry. im sorry” your eyes are shut closed, your clit throbbing and so is your head from all the sensations you’re experiencing right now.

“you’re so easy to handle” she chuckles. not meant to be endearing at all but degrading. “make me cum baby, fuck yourself on my fingers and make me cum. can you do that for me?” she pushes two more inside you just in time.

“yes. yes i can. yes.” you moan and shake when trying to lift yourself off her chest, and she takes the opportunity with the hand that wasn’t inside you, to free your tits out of the lace holding them away from her. you maneuver your hips to be able to sit on her fingers fully, all three of them buried to the hilt, but to be able to rub her clit with yours when you thrust back up.

“so good for me baby.” your girlfriend kisses from your jaw, to your neck, to your chest, always leaving bites soft enough to not mark any part of you. she watches you all along, loving the way small gasps, whimpers and moans all escape your lips that couldnt seem to close unlike your eyes. your eyes had been shut tight for a few minutes now, not being able to look anywhere or even at her.

the heat in your stomach starts growing, but you can’t and won’t cum without her. even if it meant holding it for however long you needed to. “are you close daddy?”

“yeah baby, almost there” ryujin kisses your sweaty cheeks and lifts her head up as much as she can to kiss your swollen lips. “you can cum, you have my permission” she brushes your hair out of your face with her free hand, pecking your lips once again as she watches your face contort in pleasure

“i w-wanna wait for y-you” you return her kisses as you can, in your vulnerable state. and she keeps grunting and moaning against your lips and even going so far as to lift her hips against yours because she just wants to see and feel you shaking on top of her so bad. so bad. “please. please.”

“go ahead princess, cum.., ff-fuck-k im c-cumming-h” her eyes roll to the back of her head, your highs are so hard that you can almost hear ringing in your ears. and the few seconds that you have over her as she still handles her orgasm, you use to kiss all over her jaw and cheeks while still rolling your hips against her.

“happy birthday baby” you whisper after a long while of the two of you looking at each other in silence and attempting to regain your breath, it causes her to giggle and cover her face with her hand at the thought of the two of you engaging in such filthy activities a few minutes ago and you being so soft and loving right after

“thank you my love, for everything” one of her hands runs her nails up and down your back as she watches you blush and smile at her. “how much time do we have left?”

“like an hour max” you whisper after looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand. “why”

“there’s one more thing i want to try”

#gif credits; ryudaeng #itzy smut #kpop smut #my stuff #itzy imagine #itzy imagines #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader #happy ryujin day :)

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ja3minz · 4 years

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warnings. fem!reader, voyeurism, public fingering, light humiliation and manipulation kink, finger sucking. ment. jeno, renjun, hyuck.

this was wrong.

this was so very wrong, and you knew it. there was this churning feeling in the pit of your stomach, a stinging sensation in the base of your thumbs that told that you were doing something terribly immoral.

well...you weren’t the one doing it. technically.

the metaphorical devil on your shoulder tried to reason, and you made a small, annoyed noise to yourself. two long fingers had practically made their home inside of your core; index stroking your sensitive bundle of nerves slowly but it was still enough to put you in a haze.

you squeezed your thighs shut, puffs of hot breath leaving your lips in quick succession. the culprit only hummed in response, a shameless grin spreading over his face, brown eyes glinting with what could only be described as playful defiance. na jaemin had you exactly where he wanted you.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” jaemin whispered, his head buried in the crook of your neck. “such pretty little noises you’re making for me.”

you whined in response, and you sounded so meek and submissive; you hated it. you never once in your wildest dreams thought that jaemin of all people, the boy who just a day ago was happily introducing himself to your parents, would be the one to have you in such a predicament. cuddled up on the couch with him, a throw blanket rested over both of you, while jeno and renjun sat mere inches away from you.

there was a part of you that remembered growing up with nct dream, watching them walk their path to achieving their dreams of becoming idols. you remembered meeting jeno and jaemin back when they were in the mickey mouse club, all of you in the same age range with goals of making it big.

so, the fact that you were inside of their dorms being fingered by their best friend and bandmate while they were supposed to be watching movies almost felt sacrilegious.

but you didn’t dare tell jaemin to stop.

so he continued, index finger lazily massaging your soaking wet core as if nothing was happening. he even managed to keep a straight face, staring at the screen and turning to crack jokes with jeno every so often. he wasn’t even blushing! how the hell was that fair at all?

you were filled with so much shame, and yet at the same time the thrill of being touched so explicitly right in front of people made your heart race.

every time his fingers would dip to gather some of your essence, teasing at your begging hole, it would take every ounce of you not to scream. you wanted to drop to your knees and beg him to just fuck you stupid, right in front of everyone. you wanted him to go faster, you wanted his mouth on you, you wanted his hands all over you.

goddamnit, you just wanted to cum.

“nngh...t-tease…” you mumbled, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration. jaemin only chuckled softly in response, other hand rested on your thigh; fingers drawing patterns over the expanse of it. “but you sound so cute.” he giggled against your ear, kissing your cheek. “you’re so good for me, doll, you’re doing so good.”

to the naked eye, jaemin was just being overly affectionate. which was in his nature truly, so jeno and renjun didn’t bat an eyelash at him canoodling with you the way he was. if only they knew what magic his fingers were working underneath that throw blanket.

“should i let you cum right here? hm?”

panic began to rise through your chest as jaemin picked up his speed, he kept an eye on his friends, index finger rubbing your clit in quick circles; or as quick as he could do without getting caught. you dug your fingers into the flesh of his arm, whimpering softly as you shut your eyes to try to focus. you were trying your absolute best not to let your thighs tremble, but it was useless at this point.

“jaem, no...n-not here. please, not here.” you pleaded with him, voice a broken whisper. jaemin hummed, his middle finger slipping inside of you before you could stop him.

you inhaled sharply, which caused jeno and renjun to turn to look at you. “you okay?” renjun tilted his head at you and you scrambled to come up with an excuse, nodding your head rigorously.

“yeah! i’m okay! i, uh. i just...accidentally scratched myself too hard. g-gotta cut my nails later.”

renjun narrowed his eyes at you for a moment before nodding, seemingly buying it, and you felt like your heart was gonna come tumbling out of your ass at any minute.

jaemin giggled again, nibbling on your earlobe. “nice save, baby. you’re adapting well.” he teased, and you were so angry you wanted to scream. as a ‘reward’ he curled his middle finger inside of you and you were losing your mind.

you bit down on your lip so hard it hurt, head falling and resting on his chest. “please...please please please please…” you whispered.

“shh shh. c’mon, baby, you can handle it.” jaemin whispered into your ear. “you’re doing so good. so good, my baby, you’re gonna earn your orgasm. i’ll make you feel so good.”

you bit back another whimper, eyes falling shut again as you tried to calm yourself as best as you could. you felt like one more prod was going to send you right over the edge. “nana...i c-can’t…”

“you can.”

jaemin’s voice was dark and demanding, and it made you shiver. “sit still.”

minutes went by, and they felt like hours. the movie had finished and the boys had a long conversation about how boring it was for it to have been a horror movie; you were unable to contribute much as you weren’t paying much attention to it to begin with.

the plan was to order food and watch something significantly better, which in jeno’s mind was some obscure murder mystery he had found on netflix. jeno had left to go to the bathroom, renjun getting up to make popcorn and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“jaem, for fuck’s sake.” you finally burst out, whimpering and whining as you buried your face in his chest. “you’re so fucking mean, i hate you.”

jaemin laughed as he slid a second finger into you, surveying the area and making sure the coast was clear before curling both fingers and ramming them into you with such speed you were sure you were going to pass out. after at least an hour of slow teasing, the sudden onslaught of pleasure was almost over stimulating. you threw your head back, eyebrows furrowing and eyes crossing while your thighs instinctively shut around his hand. it was too much for you, so much that you began to try and squirm away from him only to have jaemin give your thighs a firm slap.

“keep them open.”

“n-no, you’re gonna...m-make me…”

“that’s the plan.” jaemin glanced up again, making sure to keep a lookout. “if you don’t cum before they get back, you’re gonna have to wait another hour or more. possibly until they fall asleep, which could take all night. you’re very impatient so i know you don’t want that.”

oh, god you hated time limits.

you were sure you had, at best, 30 seconds or less before jeno or renjun returned. the last thing you wanted was to be caught mid orgasm by either of them. what would they think of you? their friend reduced to some disgusting little whore being fingered on their expensive couch?

something about that turned you on so much more, though. the adrenaline of trying not to be caught, chasing your orgasm as fast as you could. “you’d better hurry…” jaemin sounded almost sing-songy in your ear, fingers still fucking into you at speed your brain couldn’t comprehend. with the palm of his hand rubbing against your clit, you were melting into his arms.

you stuffed your fingers into your mouth in a feeble attempt to keep yourself quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear but your poor brain was fried, all you could think of was jaemin and how good his fingers felt inside of you.

‘fuck, i have to cum now. i need it, i need it so bad. they’re gonna see me, fuck. oh, god, they’re going to catch me. this is so fucked, they’ll never see me the same if they catch me. they’ll think im such a slut, i have to hurry!’

suddenly your jaw went slack, the burning knot in the pit of your stomach finally unraveling. there was an explosion of white, followed by splotches of every other color in the rainbow as you convulsed in his arms. you found yourself biting down on jaemin’s collarbone as you hid your face in the crook of his neck trying not to scream while he cooed in your ear.

“theeere she is. that’s my girl, i knew you could do it. i knew you could hold out for me, baby. fuck, you’re so beautiful, that’s it. thaaat’s it, fuck my hand. god, you’re amazing.”

you whined desperately, trying to push his arm away as he continued to rub at your over sensitive clit. your chest was heaving, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes and then you heard footsteps. jeno had returned first.

he sighed, sliding his phone back into his pocket before glancing around the room; locking eyes with you. you looked out of breath, panting in jaemin’s arms while he smiled down at you with a loving look in his eyes. “what the fuck are you two doing?” he asked bluntly with a laugh.

you startled, giggling nervously out of instinct. had he seen you? did he know what was going on?

“i showed her this funny video donghyuck sent me.” jaemin answered calmly, removing his fingers from their warm spot inside of you. “she started doing that thing where she laughs until she cries.”

god, he’s way too good at this.

you lifted a hand to wipe your tears and gave another giggle, playing along with his story. “the stupidest shit makes me laugh, it’s really awful.”

jeno scoffed a small laugh, falling down on the couch. “yeah, tell me about it. your humor’s so fucked, one weird sound and you’re giggling about it for weeks.”

‘home safe. god, how did i get out of this.’ you thought as he and jaemin delved into a conversation of stupid memes and how weird the internet’s humor had become.

renjun returned with popcorn and the food jeno had ordered, giving jaemin the chance to fully retrieve his hand as they had their backs turned. “messy girl.” he whispered to you, smirking as he showed you his two fingers coated in your juices.

you felt like your face was on fire, watching him dramatically encase his own fingers within his mouth; licking your cum clean off them before turning to grab the ramen he had ordered as if nothing had happened.

you started incredously at the back of his head, in utter shock at just how brazen your boyfriend truly is. you hated that you weren’t sure if you could control yourself the next time you were left alone with him. you were half considering taking him to the bathroom to take his cock into your mouth and give him a taste of his own medicine.

you decided to keep your composure, though. trembling hands reaching for the peach flavored drink you ordered while jaemin practically burst with pride when renjun began to tease you for your shaking hands.

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