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jingsyuans · 1 year

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Hiya, saw that you're taking requests for Jing Yuan :3

I've read through a few of your fics and absolutely love the way you portray him <3

So I wanted to ask if you could write something with him where the reader is struggling with insomnia due to either nightmares or stress overload? (preferably sfw with fluff overload ples :3)

If you're not comfortable with that or don't get an image in your head is totally cool and u can ignore this, have a cookie for your troubles and great work 🍪

a/n: you’ll actually find there’s little I’m not comfortable with, anon! This turned out longer than I thought, I’m still in the stage with Jing Yuan where everything rambles on into a full story because I like him so much and my muse is strong HAHA

Themes: oneshot, prior to any relationship, late night vulnerability and Jing Yuan being smitten. Unedited.

⚝──⭒─Jing Yuan ; 3am ─⭒──⚝

Jing Yuan was no stranger to stress and sleepless nights. It comes with the job, fortunately or unfortunately. He has no trouble falling asleep- he’s proven that quite enough with how he dozes off at inopportune times. His problem is more along the lines of having too much to do at night so it keeps him busy.

He isn’t sure what your version of sleepless nights looks like. He knows that you have them- he can tell from the drag in your step and the heaviness of your eyelids. He also knows that there might be several factors as to why you haven’t been getting much sleep lately, the sudden jumpy nature you have while at work is proof of that. But how to approach the subject? That’s something that requires some thought.

Your relationship was almost nothing outside of a work environment. Jing Yuan had made the steps to possibly progress it further, but his process was always step by step and rather methodical. Which, to put it simply, means that he’s rather slow. He doesn’t like to rush into things. You’ve taken his interest and he doesn’t want that interest to run out, so he ever so gently coaxes new information out of you every so often as to satiate his interest but still keep him hungry for more.

Your change in behavior as of recently presents on opportunity for the two of you to grow closer. Presents an opportunity for Jing Yuan to show he cares about you more than just a subordinate, but doesn’t hint at anything too excessive. A gentle nudge is what it is.

So he takes his opportunity once the two of you are alone in the Seat of Divine Foresight. Some would call it his office, which he supposes it is, but the room is too open and broad with Knights, secretaries, and officers always moving around inside and out. Really, the Divine Foresight is too public in a lot of ways.

But people must go home eventually to retire for the evening, and you usually leave with the crowd. But these past few nights you’ve been keeping him silent company in the large office, scribbling away at papers and clearly keeping yourself busy with things that could be done the next day. So it’s on one of these evenings that you share with him yet again that Jing Yuan decides to retire early. Early for him, anyhow.

He wraps up messily- his desk is always full so he never bothers to clear it off, leaving scrolls open and scattered. He at least has the decency to cap his inkwell to make sure it doesn’t spill, but that’s about all before he’s silently walking down the steps where his desk is and heading for you.

You don’t notice him hovering from behind. Your hand is in your hair, slightly tugging on the strands as you tap your pen endlessly on the desk. Clearly, you’re reaching a dead end. But you’re making no signs to stop your work just yet.

He’s careful, but perhaps not very thoughtful as he places a hand on your shoulder and watches as you jump. The smile is already on his face by the time you turn around, eyes wide open before seeing it was merely your general.

“Evening, ___,” he says your name carefully. It isn’t often that it’s after hours and there’s barely anyone around so he can drop the formalities. “Why don’t you wrap up here? It’s late, as I’m sure that you’re aware.”

“Ah, yes, general,” your eyes don’t meet his for long before you’re looking back to your desk, lips pursed. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate his casualties— clearly you have more prominent things on your mind. “Yes, it’s late. But I’ve still got work to do, so-“

Without asking- because in all honesty he doesn’t really need to, he’s your boss- Jing Yuan picks up the scrolls you were staring holes into. You splutter and hold up a hand to try and stop him, but freeze when he reads the work aloud.

“Curfew laws, scuffles with civilians, signing off on trade and market…” All rather unimportant affairs that don’t justify you staying late. He looks down at you and doesn’t say anything more, and by the way you sigh and look to the ground, he knows his point is proven. Putting the scrolls back down on the desk, his touch returns to your shoulder with a squeeze before he brings his hands behind his back. “I’ll lead you out.”

Jing Yuan at least lets you wrap up by yourself, gathering your coat and other things that you’ve been bringing with you to work for your late nights. He stands by the large doors until you’re ready, and when you begin to walk toward him, expression bitter, he chuckles aloud and opens the door for you.

“Thanks, general… I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” you mumble tiredly when the two of you exit the Divine Foresight, already heading off to the sky jetty where a Knight stands ready to take the both of you back. Jing Yuan doesn’t say anything as he follows behind you, letting you slowly clue yourself in. You give him a strange look once you notice he’s not heading back to the Divine Foresight. “It’s still rather early for you, general. You’re already headed home?”

The Knight boards the jetty and opens the sliding doors for you to enter, Jing Yuan sitting down inside first as you continue to hesitate and stare at him from outside.

“I’m not headed home just yet,” he tells you, answer vague and surely frustrating from the face you make at him. His smile just grows wider as he pats the seat next to him. “Come on, then. You shouldn’t make your general wait.”

That at least spurs you into action, your bag in your hands moving to your lap as you make yourself comfortable in the jetty beside him. The airship takes off in a smooth movement, and the trip is silent as it brings you back to the Exalting Sanctum. There’s a few times that your eyes flit over to Jing Yuan during the ride; each time he’s already looking at you and you quickly look away, posture tense.

Once the jetty pulls into the drop off spot, you basically jump out of your seat to get out first. Jing Yuan isn’t sure if it’s because you couldn’t wait to get away from him, or you were still being uptight because of the fact he’s your general and you didn’t want to make him wait since he was in the seat away from the door. Either way, he laughs at you.

“You know, from the way you’re acting I would say you don’t like me very much. But surely that isn’t true.” Jing Yuan cannot help but tease, continuing to stick to you like glue as you both walk away from the jetty’s drop off.

Your jumpiness that he observed before still proves true as you jolt at his accusation and shake your head, eyebrows tensely drawn. “No, you know that’s not it, general! Sorry- I… just wasn’t ready to go home yet.” Your shoulders sink with your sigh.

Beside you, Jing Yuan hums. “Understandable. But you don’t have to go home yet, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Looking at him, you purse your lips again. “I’m not going to just mill around aimlessly at this hour. I don’t need the Knights thinking I’m some suspicious figure and then I have to deal with the report at work.”

Jing Yuan laughs, quirking his brow at you. “That’s not what I’m suggesting, but it’s amusing to see where your mind goes. No, instead of stirring up more trouble for yourself tomorrow, I was thinking of dinner.”

“Dinner?”

You don’t realize where Jing Yuan has led you during your short conversation until you’re already there, the late night restaurant catching your eye with its lights still buzzing. The lanterns for dining are still on as well, dimmed with the late hour and reflecting red across your skin and dancing across your eyes as you look back at him.

It feels like a piece of you is slowly crawling back as you smile at him, laughing discreetly through your nose. “You’re not asking me out, are you general?”

Jing Yuan leads you to a seat, pulling it out for you with his own eyes gleaming with mirth. “Depends on how you look at it,” he comments, and once you’re seated he pats your shoulders. “If you don’t mind, I’ll order for the both of us. I skipped lunch this afternoon in order to go to a board meeting and I’ve never regretted something so immensely.”

Another piece molds back into place as you outright laugh at him and relax into the chair. “Alright, go ahead. I still remember when the rumors were going around about you eating pounds of exotic meat all by yourself, and now I’m wondering if they’re true.”

“The Gluttonous General,” he recalls, “yes, I remember that. I’ll leave it up to you and your own judgement, but I should remind you I have a two hundred pound cat, if that sheds any light on anything.”

“Oh, Mimi! How’s she doing?”

Jing Yuan smiles and startles you when he taps your nose, teasing as ever. “I’ll tell you once I’ve ordered.” He watches as you blush, visible or not it’s clear as day that you’re flustered and it’s his turn to laugh at you, albeit not unkindly.

Ordering is a quick affair. He’s already thought this evening through and knows exactly what he wants. Taking you out to eat isn’t exactly new to him either; there’d been a few times in the long years you’ve worked for Jing Yuan that you’d both have lunch together. Sometimes there’d be a third or fourth party, and sometimes it was just the two of you. From those times, though, he’s learned your tastes and has a fair amount of confidence as he orders your plate.

He comes back with a tray of brewed tea in hand. You look a little surprised that he’s carrying it himself, which he explains once he’s sat down across from you and places the tea on the table.

“I didn’t want to wait.”

The way you giggle at him is downright adorable, but he keeps such thoughts to himself as he pours your cup first and then his own. You hesitate before taking the cup he’s offered, and he shakes his head.

“It’s not caffeinated, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Your shoulders sink and you’re clearly disappointed, lifting up the cup to drink anyway. “Sorry to disappoint, but I didn’t want to contribute to your long nights more than I already have. Someone has to look after you.” He mutters that last part, perhaps revealing more than he should and how he feels- but he forgets that you’ve been sleeping horribly so you barely catch wind of his implications. The expression on your face is reserved, clearly a facade as you clear your throat.

“No, that makes sense. Thank you, general, I-“

“You know, it’s long past office hours.” Jing Yuan can’t help but interrupt you this once, bringing the steaming cup of tea up to his lips and blowing softly before he lifts his gaze to you. “I’d prefer it if you didn’t address me by rank. I understand the need to keep yourself at a distance, but there’s no harm in opening up at this moment and letting us speak as two individuals rather than subordinate and general.” He smiles once he’s finished. “It would make me happy to talk to you without those restrictions.”

Again, maybe he’s stating too much. But Jing Yuan has observed a lot in his time and he recognizes that there’s certain moments that call for vulnerability in order to show a favorable outcome. Of course, vulnerability is a tricky thing, which is why he’s normally so hesitant. There’s no honest way to predict emotions like there is fact and logic, so predicting how you might feel to his vulnerability is like taking a shot in the dark.

But in an odd way, Jing Yuan trusts you, and you haven’t proved him wrong to trust you just yet. Especially not when you finally open to him like a flower that hasn’t yet bloomed, your expression loosening and no longer trying to hide like before. It’s a beautiful process to watch.

“I can understand that… Jing Yuan,” you’re shy as you say his name, but your smile overrules that. You try to hide it by taking another sip of your tea, but he sees the edges of your lips upturned and the crinkle in your eyes and he counts himself as satisfied. “I guess I never realized how holding titles can keep the atmosphere stiff.”

“It’s subtle,” he nods along. “But I believe it’s there. Anyhow, you wanted to know how Mimi is doing?”

Your eyes light up, and he’s caught you- hook, line, and sinker. Your conversation becomes a lot less filtered and a lot more genuine as the night continues to tick by, becoming later and later and yet earlier and earlier, depending how you looked at the clock. The food comes by and he knows he made the right choice in your order- just like him, you essentially ravage your plate. That in itself is something not a lot of people get to see- at one point Jing Yuan scoops up some food with his hands and you catch it instantly, your eyes shining with the knowledge as you make eye contact and yet saying nothing at all as he licks his fingers clean.

He wouldn’t dare to be so untidy and messy around anyone else, but it’s all part of the process to show you that you’re unique to him. Around you, he does a lot of things he wouldn’t normally do around others. You’ll come to realize this and what it really means as more time goes on.

It’s once your meals are finished and you’ve got a fresh pot of tea as a palette cleanser that he strikes again, true intentions for tonight coming to light.

“So, my dear ___, tell me. What is it that’s keeping you in the Divine Foresight so late?”

At this point, you’ve relaxed considerably. The possibility of opening up to him has increased dramatically, and Jing Yuan knows you’re about to tell him by the way your demeanor shifts. You’re finally letting yourself look as tired as you feel by just the question alone and knowing you were about to answer it.

“It’s hard to talk about,” you start slowly. “But I guess it’s because I’m trying to keep myself busy.”

Jing Yuan nods along, helping you ever so slightly. “Because you don’t want to go home. And why is that?”

“Um… well, if I have to go home, I have to go to bed eventually. And… I can’t go to bed. I can’t sleep.” Your lips twitch as silence washes over the two of you. He doesn’t want to interrupt you this time, instead offering you the silence so you can gather your thoughts and how you want to communicate them to him. It’s a careful process. “Sometimes it’s just a product of my own design. I stimulate myself too much before bed with work or other things, and it keeps my head awake. Other times, it’s… a lot of nightmares.” You finally let the problem slip, eyes drifting down to your teacup as you smooth your fingers over the rim. “I’ve thought about getting things to help, but… mm.”

Jing Yuan takes a deep breath through his nose, nodding once to show his understanding. “I see. Nightmares are tricky things. And you’re right, I’m sure you’re already aware of the ways you can try and make them disappear, but… it’s a different story if you don’t want them to.”

Your eyes flit up to his, an inch of surprise on your face that he merely smiles at, his eyes soft.

“I’m no stranger to nightmares either. It can be easy to convince yourself that you deserve them. That you need them in order to remember what you don’t want to remember. What you feel guilty over, responsible over, fearful over.” Jing Yuan takes another sip of his tea, letting the flavor sink into his tongue before he swallows. “I have a lot of fears myself. A lot of troubles that could haunt me if I let them. I understand the frustration that you might be facing.”

Setting the cup down, he inches forward into the table just a little bit. “Perhaps this is unwarranted, but may I offer you some advice?”

You seem surprised. Still, you nod, allowing him to continue with interest painted across your features. He notices how you’ve inched along your own seat and says nothing.

“We live long life spans, longer than what was ever intended. With that comes a lot more burdensome and troubling memories than maybe we were designed to handle. It’s natural to have your mind caught up in the excess every so often, considering the circumstances.” His tone is gentle and unwavering as he speaks. “My advice to you is to not be a stranger. I may not know exactly what your nightmares are about, but I can see how they’re affecting you. Do not forget the life in front of you now, the ground you walk, the people you see.” His eyes wander as he talks, to the overhead lanterns that create a soft ambiance to the small creek that lined the Exalting Sanctum and split the land with bridges. “There are a lot of wonderful things waiting for you. Always, day to day. It might not cure your heartache, but that was never the intention. It’s not always about the cure, the end all, erasing it from existence. It’s about nurturing it, forgiving it, loving it, and making peace with it.” Jing Yuan looks back to you, tapping the surface of the table with his fingers. “As long as we are living and breathing and trying to make our way in this universe, I believe it’s our duty to keep an open mind to our pain and know that it’s not always a bad thing to bear as long as you understand the cause, the purpose, and the meaning behind it.”

The silence that follows is long and thoughtful, at least from his own perspective. There’s a chill of wind that blows by, the creek continues to babble, and you look at Jing Yuan like you’re putting together your own puzzle pieces for him just like he is for you.

“Yanqing is right,” you finally speak up after some time. “You speak in a lot of riddles and nonsense, Jing Yuan.”

His eyes widen at your comment, at first too surprised to do anything except state. But then he cannot help the way his head throws back, laughing a little too loud for this time of night. You laugh along with him, eyes squinting with mirth and teeth showing through your smile.

“But still, with that being said,” you continue after the first wave of his laughter has subsided, “I appreciate you a lot. Though what you’ve said doesn’t make sense to me quite yet… I think your actions speak louder than your words.” You hum as you look down at the table with empty plates and tea saucers, laughing to yourself as if it were funny. “Thank you for taking me out tonight. Thank you for noticing. It’s kind of you, Jing Yuan.”

“Well, I’m happy I’ve at least done something right tonight,” he says, scooting out his chair. You look a little surprised before you move to do the same thing, standing up with him as you take your tea cup and finish what was left. “Let me escort you home.”

“You don’t have to do that,” of course, to be polite, you refuse. Just as he knew you would. So he sighs in defeat.

“Alright,” he says. “I suppose I’ll just walk right behind you and be the suspicious figure you have to file a report for tomorrow.”

Jing Yuan thrills in the way you practically squawk with laughter, and just like that he’s walking beside you away from the restaurant, bill being paid for a long time ago. “You really don’t give me a choice then!”

“Mm,” his eye crinkles. “No, not really.”

“At least you’re honest about it.”

“I’m always honest.”

You laugh at him again, rolling your eyes without even trying to hide it from him. “Sure, general.”

The rest of the walk is filled with just as spirited chatter. It’s refreshing to Jing Yuan- while its true that he tends to prefer a mutual, comforting silence, it doesn’t mean he cannot enjoy the moment. He greatly enjoys it- seeing you become so unfiltered around him makes him hopeful and happy, though he tries not to show just how much. By the time the two of you arrive at your home, things finally quiet, and you thank him genuinely as you stop in front of your door.

“There’s no need,” he waves off your thanks easily with a smile. “It was a pleasure to be with you tonight. And I hope you know that while we cannot do it every night, I will always be open to the idea of doing it again.” He hums before continuing, smile dropping a fraction. “And I hope you know I don’t mind your late nights. It’s been nice having the company, but it would be better if I knew it wasn’t at your own expense. Take care of yourself, ___.”

He seems to tie your tongue completely, because you merely stare at him in response. Not that Jing Yuan minds- he always likes when your eyes are on him, especially like this- when you look so soft and precious that you could break without proper care.

He wants to take care of you, he does. But he’ll try his best to reveal that to you along with everything else later on.

“Thank you, Jing Yuan,” your voice is soft once it manages to leave your throat. “I… well. I-“ you seem to be holding something back, expression debating before you visibly steel yourself.

And then, beyond all his expectations and planning, you take a step toward him and wrap your arms around him, closing the space between you. What’s unfair is that you don’t even give him any time to recover from his surprise, don’t give him the time to reciprocate and hold you tenderly and take notice to how your body feels against his-

Because as soon as you came, you’re gone. Face flushed adorably as you avoid his eyes and move toward your door, muttering a wish of goodnight to him. And then he’s suddenly all alone in the chill of night, staring at your front door.

Once Jing Yuan recovers, he can’t find it in himself to even be disappointed. No. No, he can only smile, perhaps he is even beaming as he slowly walks away from your door and back to the station of jetties so he can head home himself. But he’s not so sure he’ll rest all that well tonight, not when his mind is busy going over the night with you. He thinks about everything you said and the opportunities birthed from your honesty. But of course, more than any of that, he’s thinking about what else he’ll have to do to get you to surprise him again. If all it takes is a little vulnerability,

Than Jing Yuan thinks it’s worth it to be vulnerable with you.

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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a/n: i was feeling under the weather the past few days and i actually was able to get some inspo for some headcanons! i hope you all enjoy! 🫶🏻 also don’t ever get sick </3 it’s annoying as hell.

characters: manjiro (mikey) sano, ken (draken) ryuguji, baji keisuke, hanma shuji

warnings: fluff, reader is sick, sickness (nothing too bad just a cold), mentions of vomit, mentions of food, use of pet names (baby, my girl, princess, babydoll, doll, babe), very very fluffy content.

TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK.

manjiro (mikey) sano:

- oh boy, expect something a little odd from mikey of all people. he doesn’t really know how to take care of someone when they’re sick.

- you had woken up in the middle of the night shivering your ass off. it took you forever to fall back asleep, but when you woke up the next morning, you felt awful. you kept breaking out in cold sweats and your body just get terribly achy the whole time. you assumed you had caught something from someone at work, because many of your coworkers called out a few days prior because of illness.

- mikey decided to swing by when you didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot earlier in the day. he grew curious on your whereabouts, so he made his way to your place and found you swaddled in blankets and the most comfiest clothes you could find.

- completely dumbfounded. he honestly thought you were planning some kind of sleepover or something.

- “babe, why are you doing that? did you plan something without me?! your own boyfriend!”

- then when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, he picked up on the fact that you were clearly unwell. there were tissues scattered along your bedside table and your skin looked a bit lighter than it usually would. you also seemed fairly exhausted and it made your boyfriend worried.

- you tried telling him to leave because you didn’t want him to catch whatever you had, but he refused. he told you time and time again that you were his girlfriend and it was his job to take care of you.

- mikey decided to go out and find you whatever you needed (with the help of draken of course). he found whatever he could to possibly make a person feel better. soup, medicine, gatorade for the electrolytes, etc! he also had to buy himself a dorayaki on the way, but otherwise he managed to find some pretty nice things for you to feel at ease.

- he actually makes a nice bowl of soup for you to enjoy. mikey also makes sure to lend you one of his sweaters so you don’t get cold at night. it’s super adorable and he honestly gets so worried 😭. he makes you call him every night before bed so he can make sure you haven’t somehow passed away or something.

- you guys can’t kiss, but he makes sure to give you a nice forehead smooch every time he swings by your place.

- he is so salty he can’t makeout with you :/.

- when you start to feel somewhat better, he comes over and watches movies with you. you find that his presence helps you sleep a little better. he probably rubs your head and let’s you lay on him so you can get a nice rest. it’s so cute and he sometimes whispers nice things in your ear so you can feel more relaxed. he’s such a sweet boy <3.

- he’s a sweetheart, don’t ever lose this man.

draken (ken) ryuguji:

- he’s such a good boyfriend. i can’t help but say this every time i talk about this goddamn man. i think you can expect the best from draken of all people.

- you had gotten home from work and you were honestly exhausted. you thought you needed a nap or something, but that wasn’t the case. you woke up the next morning with the worst headache ever, and your throat felt like it was sandpaper every time you swallowed. draken noticed your change in behavior immediately, and was very concerned by it.

- draken instantly went into protective boyfriend mode. he made sure that you were keeping yourself hydrated and getting lots of rest, because he didn’t want something bad happening to you. you were his baby. he worried for you more than anything else.

- i hc this man knows how to cook a good meal for you. he definitely went to the grocery store and picked up some stuff for you. he’d make a really nice soup that’d make you feel all warm and fuzzy. it’s all you really feel like eating during the time you’re unwell, so expect lots of soups and other things of the sort. other foods taste horrendous and you can hardly stand them.

- he’s like a total caregiver. he checks on you every chance he gets and always makes sure you’re doing okay. draken constantly reminds you to take your medicine and eat and drink properly. even if you hate it, he’s always making sure you’re okay. he could never lose you.

- “hey baby, how’s my girl doing today? you take your medicine? make sure you finish up your soup. i’ll bring you extra water too.”

- he LOVES to take showers with you. he knows you two shouldn’t be that close, but he also wants you soothe your worries. i feel like he’d be the type to give you massages and help clean your body. he wishes he could kiss you, but he knows that he’ll fall ill. he doesn’t want to burden you with that, so he makes sure to hug you from behind or kiss the top of your head.

- hoodies. hoodies. hoodies. he will give you all of them so you feel warm at night. don’t worry, he’ll also make sure to cuddle you if you have a chill from a fever. he knows how hard it can be to deal with one, so he’ll be by your side for all of it!!

- he so puts the blankets in the dryer so they’re nice and warm for you!

- HE SO WANTS A KISS.

- “no, no kisses.” “aw! come on :(“

- when you start feeling better, he is so relieved to see you back on your feet. you can finally eat regular foods and he’s honestly so glad that you’re back to your usual self. he’d honestly probably cook you something, like a favorite dish. you’d thank this man for everything because he was truly a savior while you were sick in bed.

- however.. he does feel a scratch in his throat later on.

baji keisuke:

- say what you want, but this man is kind of dense. i’m not saying he’s dumb or anything like that all the time, but he can be clueless.

- you woke up the previous night feeling horribly nauseated. your stomach was in knots and you actually ended up catching some kind of stomach bug. you also threw up in the bathroom and it was horrible. you weren’t sure how you had gotten sick, or where you could have gotten the bug, but it was hell. you could hardly fall asleep that night from the stomach pains you felt.

- baji knew something was off the next day when you didn’t come swing by his house like you usually did. he grew really worried so he took a trip and found you in your bed, curled up in a ball looking not so great.

- he honestly thought you were pranking him or something. you had done it before.

- “hey, get up. i know you’re messing around with me right now.”

- after sort of yelling at him, he quickly realized you weren’t joking. he could see how sick you looked and he felt guilty for not believing you. you explained that you hadn’t felt great and you were throwing up your guts the entire night. he wondered if it was because you had eaten at a new restaurant just a few days prior. however, that shouldn’t have been the main focus. he wanted to be a good guy and take care of you because he felt horrible seeing you that way.

- he went to the store and bought you things that could soothe your stomach. his mom had informed him that it’s best to eat soft foods when suffering with a stomach virus, so he bought you some soup and make sure to give you extra water.

- he’s the type to rub your tummy if it feels upset or tight. he knows how bad those stomach aches can be, so he’d make sure to massage you nice and well. also, if you do end up throwing up again, he will hold your hair back and clean up any messes you might make. he’s gonna deal with it all, and he doesn’t care about anything but your well being.

- “baby, drink your water. don’t forget to! i don’t want you feeling worse!”

- total worrywart. he hates to admit it but seeing you in such a state makes him feel so bad 😭. he knows he shouldn’t feel bad, but he just can’t help it. you’re his girlfriend and you mean the world to him. he wouldn’t want something bad to happen to you because he wasn’t there to properly take care of you. that’s why he’s sticking by your side as much as possible.

- he probably would lay with you in bed while you tried to take a nap. he’d be running his fingers along your skin and trying his best to soothe any pain you might have. it’s super cute and he sweet talks you the entire time to make sure you feel relaxed.

- eventually, the bug passes and you feel a lot better within the coming days. poor guy was so fucking worried but you managed to pull through it without any issues. baji probably reminds himself to never let you eat at that restaurant again 😭 and he also makes a note to never go there either.

- better thank him, because you’ll get lots of cuddles and kisses in return ;).

hanma shuji:

- hanma is a very busy man. he has shit to do and things to take care of, like you, but he was completely blindsided when you started to feel sick.

- you were a shivering mess the previous night when you were trying to fall asleep. you just couldn’t get warm and hanma woke up to you shaking like a leaf next to him. he assumed that maybe the heater had turned off or something, but when he awoke the next morning and heard you coughing up a lung, he knew something wasn’t okay with you. it was really worrying for the man.

- “hey, i’m taking you to the doctor, doll. put on something warm.”

- the doctor eventually revealed that you had the flu. your temperature was fairly high and he prescribed some medications for you. hanma was relieved to know that it wasn’t anything too bad, but he wanted to be a good boyfriend and care for you. he hated seeing his princess all sick and exhausted in bed, so he figured he’d help you with it all.

- such. a. fucking. king. he’d take a few days off of work and tell anyone who protests to go fuck themselves.

- hanma would definitely make sure you’re comfortable at home. he buys you plenty of tissues, ibuprofen, etc! he also lets you wear his clothes because he knows you’ll be more comfortable that way. he cooks you some nice food as well, and he even serves you tea for your sore throat. it’s all really sweet, so expect the real princess treatment if you’re not feeling good.

- he also doesn’t care if you get him sick. he’ll cuddle with you, kiss your head, hold you, everything. he’s like a damn furnace and his body heat honestly helps with the chill that comes with a fever.

- “just come here, babydoll. it’s just a little cold or whatever.. could care less about myself.”

- he makes sure you nap often. sleep is honestly some of the best medicine a human being could have, so he lets you fall asleep in his arms a lot. it usually happens after you’ve eaten some soup or watched a movie with him after a really long day. hanma will always make sure you’re well rested and taking care of yourself. it doesn’t matter how far he may be or what the risks might be.

- has probably teased you a few times for being sick 😭. he’d poke fun at you by cleaning up your tissues and making a gross face whenever he sees the snots all over them. you know he’s joking but you can’t help but throw a damn pillow at his head.

- when he does go back to work, he makes sure to call you and check in as many times as he can. he reminds you to take your medicine and that he’ll be home as soon as possible to take care of you. it doesn’t matter how much you reassure him, he will blow up your damn phone to make sure you’re not dead or anything. it’s super cute though. he always knows what to say to make you feel much better.

- once you do get better, he’s very relieved. your fever broke and you were feeling much happier within the coming days. hanma gave you all the kisses and lovings he could possibly give out. it’s super cute.

- he’s such a sweetheart ugh 🥲.

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tiredfox64 · 22 days

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You're Odio sorry on Kuai Liang x reader gave me feels bc I know the feeling of watching someone you have feelings for love someone else, leaving you to wonder what you could've done better to receive their love.

You should do a part 2 where reader finally finds love again and moves on with someone else (Smoke, Syzoth, Kenshi, etc.) which awakens something in Kuai Liang that made him realize that he also loves you but now he must live with his choices?

Recházame

Prior notes: WOAH! Did not expect someone to request something! I’m glad you enjoyed it (I think I hope i didn’t awaken something painful)! Sorry I am posting this late I had classes before and they all have a no technology policy :P so I could not sneak in more work. But I hope this is what you wanted I’m sorry if it isn’t I tried!

Pairing: Tomas x Gn Reader, Kuai Liang

Warnings ‼️: More Angst I fear.

Heartbreak can feel like an eternity. Watching someone you loved for so long be wedded to another. You’re left wondering what you could have done differently. And right now you were sulking in your quarters again with the same thing playing over and over in your head. Seeing Kuai Liang holding and kissing Harumi on their wedding day.

Your sulking was interrupted when you heard a knock on the door. What now?

“Who is it?” You answered back in a strained voice.

“It’s me, grandmaster. You have a visitor. It’s…Tomas.” Your second-in-command answered back.

Your heart stopped beating for a second. Why would Tomas be coming over?

“Bring him in.” You said before wiping your tears away.

They opened the door to let Tomas in. He walked in with a soft expression, as if not to scare you away from talking to him. He had a little box with him. A gift for you. If Kuai Liang couldn’t get close to you maybe Tomas could.

“Hello…grandmaster.” He struggled to call you that. You were his friend but he found it best to stay professional right now.

“Please, Tomas, we are friends. No need for such things.”

Tomas nodded before bringing his attention back to the gift in his hand.

“Oh, I have a gift for you. It’s from Kuai Liang. He said it was-“ He was quickly cut off when you swiped the gift out of his hands, knocking it to the ground.

You really surprised Tomas with that. Immediately you got frustrated with yourself. You cursed yourself for being aggressive with him as he wasn’t the one you hated. He’s innocent in all this and you can’t take it out on him. You took his hand into yours to apologize.

“I-I’m so sorry, Tomas. I don’t know what has gotten into me. Please…forgive me.” You started to silently weep.

Tomas just looked at you with confusion but realized you were in pain. He couldn’t tell where exactly but you were suffering. He pulled you in close and hugged you tight. His hands ran through your hair and he squeezed you with his big, strong arms. The floodgates opened and you started to cry hard. Tomas never pulled back but instead comforted you. And it stayed like that for a while. The rest of the night actually. He made you lie back down in your bed and comforted you to sleep. You cried yourself to sleep in his arms. That was the most peaceful rest you had gotten in a long while. And that’s when the healing process started.

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Every week whenever Tomas could he would visit you and your clan. Every time he would ask how you were doing and each time you slowly got better. It was awkward at first because you felt bad for falling asleep in his arms. He didn’t mind at all, it was nice for him as well.

You managed to confess to Tomas that you had feelings for Kuai Liang for the longest time and seeing him with Harumi broke you. Tomas never judged. He understood how love can hurt someone. Make their heart that once held love be corrupted with hate. Without knowing it he was helping to fix your once loving heart.

You two would talk from day to night, night to day. You let your feelings out which was what you should have been doing in the first place. You were just scared to be vulnerable in front of your clan as they needed a strong leader. But Tomas was there to listen to you and never judge what you had to say. All the negative emotions left your body and soon your body was filled with love again. Love not for Kuai Liang but for Tomas. And his heart filled up with love for you.

Your clan was more welcoming to him than they were with Kuai Liang. He made their grandmaster whole again. You smiled more. You laughed more. You even apologized to your clan for being negative which they quickly forgave you. They just want you to be happy now.

It was awkward at first because you both didn’t know how to confess it to each other. You guys ain’t experts in this. But you had to be the brave one and say something. On a night where you two were in your room alone you spoke up.

“Listen, Tomas, I want to thank you again for helping me out. I was in a really bad place and I thought I’d never get out of it.” You said.

“Of course! How could I leave someone as special as you to suffer? I would hate for someone like you to stop being so sweet, precious, dare I say even lovable.” He chuckled softly before placing his hand on top of yours.

Well if that ain’t flirting you don’t know what Tomas was doing. What you do know is that it made your heart flutter and your cheeks burn once again. The hate is gone. There is love once more in you.

You struggled to get the words out. There was no right or wrong way to say how you felt. Words can’t express it but actions could. That’s why you practically threw yourself at Tomas. He was surprised by what you did but before he could ask what was wrong, he felt your lips against his. It was clear as the night sky what this was about. Tomas wanted the same thing so he kissed you back. There was passion and love between you that it felt like he was actually meant for you. It was never Kuai Liang. It was Tomas. Your heart belongs to him now. How sweet of an ending.

Except it isn’t. You may have forgotten Kuai Liang but he never forgot you.

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Kuai Liang already suspected something was wrong. Tomas was keeping secrets. Even when Kuai Liang sent Tomas over to talk to you he acted like nothing happened when that wasn’t the truth. There were nights where Tomas wasn’t in his bed and would show back up in the morning as if it was all normal. It only got worse after the night you and Tomas kissed. Kuai Liang had no clue where he was going.

The answer hit him like a bullet one night.

Kuai Liang was making sure the Shirai Ryu grounds were safe. He was lost in thought before looking up to the full moon. His eyes widened when he saw something unusual. A silhouette that looked like you. No, not a silhouette, it was you! You were there talking to Tomas.

Kuai Liang was about to call out to you. Say how happy he was to see his best friend again. How he has been fighting to see you again after his wedding. Wonder why you ever turned nasty. But he stopped once he saw something he would never imagine would happen.

He watched as you embraced Tomas and kissed him in the moonlight. Tomas’ hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close. This couldn’t be right. His brother and his best friend…why is he feeling this way.

Kuai Liang never felt something so painful in his heart. Not even when Bi-Han admitted that he let their father die was this pain in his heart so great. It was a mixture of anger, sadness, and even disgust. Seeing his own brother hide the fact that he was seeing you all this time. How his lips were on yours and his arms were wrapped around you. This had to be some sort of joke. What a sick joke if it was one.

He couldn’t speak. He just stared at you and Tomas making out in front of him. He felt such strange urges. To take you away from his brother right this instant. To push his brother away from you. To yell at you about what you were doing. He didn’t even realize he was grinding his teeth. He just had to walk away at this point.

Even when Kuai Liang went back to the Shirai Ryu temple there was this negative energy going around. A man who never raged like a forest fire was randomly bursting into flames. Patches of fire danced across his skin as he made his way back to his bedroom. Even Harumi was unsure what was happening to her husband. He wasn’t saying a word.

The other clansmen notified Tomas of what was going on with his brother. Even the young Hanzo was confused by the grandmaster’s rage. He went to Kuai Liang’s room which Harumi let him in, leaving the two men to themselves.

“What’s the matter? Why are you bursting into flames.” He asked with concern.

“When were you going to tell me you two were seeing each other? Do you find it right to hide such secrets from your brother.” Kuai Liang questioned with such a cold tone that it contrasted with his fiery outbursts.

Tomas froze up. That’s why he is reacting like that? He knew it was wrong to hide what was going on but he was simply protecting you. You were the one who was hurting the most to the point you changed in a negative way.

“I would have told you when they were ready.” Tomas responded.

“I sent you over to speak to them. I sent a gift. What ever happened to the gift, huh?!”

“They didn’t want it! That doesn’t mean they hate you. I’ve been helping them-“

“Kissing is helping? The man I trusted the most goes around kissing someone I love as if you truly love them.” Kuai Liang didn’t even realize what he said, but Tomas did. That’s why he grabbed his brother by the arms.

“I do love them! And your love belongs to your wife, remember?” Tomas responded which made Kuai Liang’s blood run cold.

That’s right. His wife Harumi. The one he ran to in a time of need as if she were the only option. Never even thinking of you as an option. And now he wants to see you as an option? When someone else has your heart and healed it?

Tomas let go of his arms before walking out of the room. That whole confrontation only fanned the fires and Kuai Liang is left to his own mind. A mind that festered with the thought of what you and Tomas were doing all this time.

Did he kiss you all the time? Does he hold you close? Was he with you on those nights when Kuai Liang couldn’t find them. Where had his lips been? Was Tomas your first in bed!? Oh heavens! He couldn’t stand the thought of that being true.

Tomas could never treat you right. He could never kiss you in such a way that would make you giggle or blush instantly. He could never make you smile just by picking you up and twirling you around. His hands could never make you feel wonderful things in the dead of night before caressing you to sleep. Kuai Liang felt like the only person who could ever do that was…him.

What was wrong with him? He’s married now. You’re in a relationship. This is just wrong. It’s all gone wrong.

He loves Harumi, he would never think about being unfaithful. But it was only now that he realized he loves another. It was you.

Kuai Liang could never rip you away from Tomas. He’s seen that there is chemistry between you and him. It would be wrong of you to be unfaithful as well. So what can be done? Well, you must reject each other. You can’t accept each other’s love. Especially now when your love for him may be gone already. It hurts but he must accept the pain. If he carried on with it he will end up suffering, and in a way so will you.

You love another, no more hatred. Kuai Liang will have to live with his decision. He wasn’t wrong or right. Neither were you. It’s just how love works.

After notes: Once again sorry if this ain’t what you wanted, I did my best. I’m not the best at angst for this was my first go. I didn’t even have a part two in mind but my brain went into overdrive when I saw the idea. Anyways thanks for the request! Adiós!

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luna-writes-stuff · 6 months

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I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing, Steve Harrington

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Mutual pining, fluff

Word count: 3494

Tw: As a fellow introvert it pains me to tell you you are now going to prom. Sorry. There’s an f-bomb in here. Light cursing?? Idk have you even watched Stranger Things?

Summary: Steve was convinced he was only able to fall in love once, and that one love was Nancy Wheeler. And when all of that fell apart, he met you. He couldn’t explain how or why, but you were simply it for him. Never before had he been anxious to ask a girl out, so why were you so different? And how come Dustin knows more about flirting than he does?

Buy me a coffee/force me to write more

“I could stay awake just to hear you breathing. Watch you smile while you are sleeping. While you're far away and dreaming.”

Steve has only been in love once - Nancy Wheeler. He had told himself this over and over again. He knew what it felt like, he knew what it was like. He knew what the difference was between liking and loving. And the only one he had truly loved was Nancy Wheeler. So, when she started dating Jonathan, his heart crumbled into a million little pieces. For once, he finally understood the girls at his high school who would spend their break wallowing away in bathrooms.

After that, he wouldn’t dare even look at others in a specific way. He was convinced he could only love one person his entire life. He’d never find something real after that. It was a terrifying melodramatic thought in his head that simply refused to leave.

He was at his lowest when he met you.

“I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.”

How you had never caught his eyes, he couldn’t quite believe. For years, you had been in the same English class. Hell, you used to sit directly next to him for a handful of months. He was so blindly and foolishly in love with Nancy, he refused to see anything else for him out there. And where he had once blamed it on loyalty and fidelity, he could now only consider himself as stupid.

You were forced to work on a project together in your senior year, Steve’s final year of torment. He was too late to pair with familiar faces, and was left with the person behind him - you. A lucky coincidence.

It wasn’t anything special at first. You were simply a classmate. But when he failed to show up on agreed study times, or refused to form a normal conversation with you, you showed up at his doorstep. You barely even know him, yet you took the effort to seek him out - initially in pure anger, as this was supposed to be your grade as well, and he was screwing it up, but you afterwards considered this action to have been out of genuine caring. It wouldn’t take an expert to recognize that he had not been true to his prior years persona.

Reluctantly, he had allowed you in, trying to procrastinate as much as he could. You spent the evening properly introducing yourself. You talked about family, work, school, interests, and friends that would later appear to be somewhat mutual (Steve didn’t necessarily consider Jonathan his friend, but he at least knew him on certain terms.) Where you first appeared to be the stuck-up good grades student, he found that you were actually quite interesting to talk with. Even if your interests weren’t always related, he found himself relaxing around you.

“Don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

It took two weeks for him to shift slightly around you. He’d grown more comfortable, and had actually tried to put in some effort in your project. After the study dates, he’d treat you to a drink at a nearby snackbar on his way to your home. During classes - if they were shared -, he started seeking you out more. Sometimes, though rare, he’d sit at your table at lunch, ranting about a teacher or a test he just had.

It took two more weeks before he started changing again. To him, it came out of nothing. You had been at his place, discussing what you would be doing the final three weeks of your project, your voice passionate as you explained your plan, your hands following along with your speech enthusiastically. Then, it all clicked for him. There was no special thing you did that made it happen: no faces too nearby, no flirty laugh, no hesitant hug, no brief kiss on his cheek - it was simply you speaking about something you were excited about. And his heart skipped a beat at it. The feeling you’d get just before you go down a rollercoaster, or when your chair almost falls backwards - but then in a good way.

The last time he felt that was when Nancy winked at him from across the room. And that was last year. He knew the feeling, and it did not take him longer than a second to figure out what it was. He didn’t dare to say it, though. He might say the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing and something about that made him so scared. He’d never felt anxious to walk up to someone and simply confess how he felt. It came easy to him.

Not after that one stupid rant you did.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream would never do, I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

He wouldn’t speak of it to anyone. He hadn’t even told himself out loud yet. He told himself that if he’d speak it, it might disappear, or bring him bad luck. He cursed himself afterwards and scolded his mind for suddenly picking up superstition.

He’d try so badly to behave somewhat normal around you, and not as if his heart was beating way too quickly whenever you spoke his name or nudged his shoulder with your pen. In his eyes, he was doing a great job at it. He didn’t stutter once, nor did he forget his words. He didn’t sweat, didn’t act on emotion. He was completely nailing this.

He never noticed his staring. You had.

“Lying close to you, feeling your heart beating. And I'm wondering what you're dreaming. Wondering if it's me you're seeing.”

You had noticed it only a day after Steve’s realisation. Sure, he had shown interest in you, but they never included prolonged eye contact, nor the feeling of being watched over during classes. It was uncomfortable when it first started, but when he failed to do anything about the staring in a negative sense, you figured his mind had just been too preoccupied with other things and let it slide.

But every time you’d walk the halls, you swear Steve kept his eyes on you even after you had greeted him at the lockers. During breaks, he would constantly be throwing you looks, and you had to pretend to look at something else to not be creepy as well. He started walking you to your car, helping you carry school books, and saving you lunch.

You might not have been the smartest, but you weren’t oblivious. He didn’t do this for his other friends - which he had known way longer than he had known you. He wouldn’t even walk his ‘children’ friends outside school. And you might have understood him if he had done so. But he didn’t. Not with anyone except you.

But maybe you were thinking too much of it.

“Then I kiss your eyes And thank God we're together. And I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever. Forever and ever.”

“Steve,” Dustin urged. “Earth to Steve.” The boy in question only grunted in annoyance, reluctantly tearing his eyes from you and your friend group. “Dude, this is almost becoming creepy.” Dustin continued. “Just talk to her. You’re friends, right?” “Yes, Dustin,” Steve groaned. “We’re friends.” An aloud confirmation. To himself and to Dustin. You were just friends, sure.

“Friends don’t really stare at each other the entire time.” Rolling his eyes, Steve shook his head at the boy, giving him a pointed look. “I’m not looking at her the entire time.” “Maybe not, but when you’re not looking, she is.” That made his head spin around too fast, his eyes briefly meeting yours before they cast back to your friends.

“That’s totally normal,” Dustin emphasised. “Me and Mike make love-sick eyes at each other the entire time.” “Will you shut it?” Steve hissed, his face warm as he tried to look at the wall behind you. “I would, but all of this staring is making me sick.” “No one asked you to look.” “It’s impossible not to.”

“I don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna to fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“She’s totally into you, you know that right?” Dustin prodded. “Shut up.” “No, I’m serious, man. She’s my babysitter and she talks about you all the time.” He exaggerated, a notion Steve was quick to catch onto, giving the younger boy an accusing look. “Okay, so, maybe I am the one who brings you up, but she is the one who starts laughing and talking all about how funny you are.” He defended, holding his hands up as he shrugged. And with those words, Steve was left speechless for just a short second.

“If you ask her out to prom, I can guarantee you, she’ll say yes.” Dustin hinted. “You’ll have the perfect ambiance - lights, music, clothes, and amazing company.” “Dude, you’re twelve.” Steve deadpanned, yet curiously thinking Dustin’s offer over. “I’m thirteen.” “Big difference.”

“If this is what growing up is like, I don’t want any part of it.” “No,” Steve finally agreed. “Trust me; you don’t.”

“Dude, you’re the king of Hawkins High,” Dustin tried to convince. “If you can’t ask a girl out, what are my chances?” Steve formed his lips in a thin line upon the words, shrugging aimlessly. Dustin’s hands found Steve’s biceps, clutching them tightly, taking him by surprise. “Give me hope, Steve.”

“Geez, man,” Steve muttered confused. “It’s not the end of the world.” “You’re right: it isn’t.” Dustin agreed, a sudden smile on his face. “So, talk to her.” Then, he turned the older boy around, forcing his eyes to suddenly fall on yours. Again, his face heated up at the contact, his eyes back on the wall behind you before yours could fall to the floor in a flustered mess.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

He wanted to back away, let the weird thirteen-year-old he met last year down and swallow his pride to the depth of his stomach, but one of your friends had already noticed him, sparing him a wave before taking off with the rest of the group, leaving only you there. If he couldn’t even ask you when you were alone, what dignity did he have left?

And thus, with courage he did not know he had to muster up, he walked towards you, his heart wildly beating, screaming at him to turn around and hide while he still could. Stupid. That never happened before. It was scary - he hated it. Weak for a talk.

“You didn’t mention a little brother,” You began, trying to start a conversation as your eyes fell on Dustin, who had - not so casually - started paying a lot of attention to his shoes. Chuckling awkwardly, Steve shook his head. “No, he’s not my brother.” “Cousin?” “Weird kid that started following me around last year.” A quiet ‘ah’ of understanding escaped you as you nodded hesitantly. “Must have been quite the conversation you were having.” “You really don't want to know.” You laughed at this.

Stupid. Stupid heart skipping that stupid beat at your stupid smile.

“I don't wanna miss one smile. And I don't wanna miss one kiss. And I just wanna be with you Right here with you, just like this.”

Then, the silence came. You hadn’t shared those yet. You always had a lot to say, and if not, he would. But this was an uncomfortable silence. Granted, he had known you for five weeks, but he did not like this one bit. He felt as if he had gotten to know you better in five weeks than he had his other friends in four years. He didn’t even know if Tommy had a brother or a sister - or maybe it was both. He knew your entire family, though.

Dustin was right. That wasn’t normal for friends. Or at least - not for his versions of friends. He was interested in them, but not as much as he was in you. And that wasn’t just because you were generally pleasing to look at. It was important to him, though.

“Um, pretty,” Steve mumbled, not even realising what he had said. An unconscious notion of himself as he tried to fill the silence. It even startled him, his heart sinking slightly as he tried to cover it up. “Prom.”

Yes, there was no going back now.

“And I just wanna hold you close. I feel your heart so close to mine. And just stay here in this moment For all the rest of time.”

“Prom.” You nodded at him as he repeated his words. “Next month.” You reminded him, thinking he didn’t know the date. “Right, yes,” Steve agreed, grateful you hadn’t taken up his slip. “Do you plan on going?” You thought of it for a while. In truth, you had meant to be going with a friend, but she cancelled last week, claiming she’d rather take another friend who would be in town that week. You understood her - you might have done the same. But you weren’t going to show up to prom alone. Besides, staying home wouldn’t be the worst idea. Cinemas would likely be very empty that night. You might spend your evening there.

“I don’t think so.” You finally settled on. “Not?” “I was gonna go with a friend, but she cancelled.” “That’s lame, I’m sorry.” Steve tried to offer in sympathy, but you shook him off. “No, I don’t blame her. One of her long-distance friends will be in town, and she’d rather take her.” “Still,” Steve continued. “That must have sucked.” You lightly shook your head at him, a tiny grin on your face. “Yes, but it’s okay. I don’t hate her for it.”

Another silence. This time due to both of you thinking over your words. Stupid. He never had to do that before.

“Why?” You prodded playfully. “Planning to ask me yourself, Harrington?”

Yet again, his heart skipped a beat. Stupid.

“Don't wanna close my eyes. Don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“Only out of pity.” He covered up quickly, his eyes not deviating from yours once. “I’m the worst pity party.” You joked, to which he faintly found himself sparing a laugh. “I’d be happy to join it.” “Yeah, you would.” You replied sarcastically, nodding your head in humour.

A third beat of silence. Now, the pounding in his heart was begging for some action. One more silence and he might spontaneously combust. “What if I was?” He mustered out, his eyes falling back on the wall behind you. Looking behind you to see what he was looking at, you frowned lightly, forcing your eyes back to his face. “What if you were what?” “Planning to ask you to prom?” A deep falling of his heart. Stupid.

“I’d ask why you didn’t ask future prom queen Heather.” You replied after a handful of seconds, not sure how to respond to him. You’d be lying if you said your heart wasn’t copying his exact movements. “Because she’s fake.” He stated easily, causing you to gasp lightly, looking around to check if others were around. “Steve,” You scolded. “I’m serious,” He disclosed honestly. “She always pretends to feel bad for others, but she’s as much of a bully as she is narcissistic.”

You could join him and rant about this girl, but in truth, you barely even knew her. Part of it made you feel guilty. Thankfully, Steve caught on quickly: “Besides, I already rejected her.”

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream would never do. I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

Mouth slacked open, you looked at him in surprise. Again, you didn’t really know the girl, but you knew her enough to be aware of her reputation. Or, more importantly, her looks. “You rejected Heather?” You asked confused, a feather light feeling entering your stomach. “Yeah, well, I’m not really one for dances, but I could make an exception.” Steve defended, trying to play it off cool. His exterior was doing a great job at it. Inside, whatsoever, it was pure rampage. His brain was scavenging for the right words or actions. He truly didn’t want to screw this up, but he had never felt this anxious around a person. If this would not be the moment, he didn’t know if it would ever come again.

Luckily, you did not notice the turmoil, and responded to his words before he could make a fool out of himself. “You’d make an exception for your study buddy?” You tested, still unsure whether he was joking or not. If he was, it was a cruel one. “You need those grades, don’t you?” “No.” He denied quickly, almost instantly. “I’d make an exception for a good friend. And all I need is just a little bit of your time.” “For what?” You asked, raising your eyebrows slightly.

Holding you, you idiot. Keeping you close, not tearing my eyes from you if I can help it. Maybe a little kiss here and there, light touches on your waist, repressing those stupid beats of my heart.

Instead, what came out was: “Dancing, duh.”

“I don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep, 'Cause I'd miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“I don’t have an outfit.” You avoided, slightly taken aback by his cool behaviour. Sure, you had learned his humour, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t expecting him to show just a little emotion and a positive response to your slightly high hopes. Then, he said something that truly took you aback.

“Wear this. You look beautiful in this too.” It was out before he could even stop it. He hadn’t even realised his brain had been forming these words. They just stumbled out. And when you went slack at them, he wanted nothing more than to dig his head into the nearest wall. “I’m-“ He tried to salvage, desperately stumbling over his words.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was exactly what he had been avoiding all this time and now his speech was failing him.

“I’m sorry, that was-“ No words managed to follow up that trail of thought, leaving you there, still wide-eyed. “Fuck.” He silently mumbled to himself, before just running with what he had slipped out. “You look perfect just like this.”

“Thank you.” You nearly whispered, your heart surely in your throat now. This was precisely what you wanted to hear, so why did you not know how to respond to it.

“Yeah, no problem.” Steve sighed helplessly.

“'Cause even when I dream of you The sweetest dream would never do, I'd still miss you baby. And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

“So, prom? With me?” He swallowed his dignity, saying his words as he had always meant them. No de-tours now. And at that, your courage began to build up again. “As friends?” You tested. “Maybe,” Steve answered. “Or, maybe, as a date.” A sigh of relief swept through you, the action not going unnoticed by Steve. He did not mention it however.

“It’ll be a hell of a first date.” You muttered, your happiness doing its best containing itself. “It doesn’t have to be.” Steve dismissed. Your hopes fell to the floor at that, afraid you had gotten ahead of yourself. Hadn’t he said it aloud? Hadn’t he proposed it had been a date?

“I heard the cinema is playing Gremlins tonight.” He interrupted your train of thought, a slight smile on his face. You copied it nearly immediately, more relief flooding your senses. And then, a sudden burst of confidence: “You know the purpose of the cinema is watching movies, right? Not me.” Hissing and nodding at your hint, his shoulders fell slightly. “Am I that creepy?” “At first, yes,” You admit honestly. “But it’s cute.”

Cute. Stupid.

“What time?” Having remembered the exact time for this perfect scenario, Steve perked up slightly. “Eight.” “Pick me up at seven-thirty,” You proposed. “You know where I live.” Then, you turned around, ready to head to your next classes. You spared him a light wave, before moving towards the halls. His eyes followed you until you were out of sight.

That stupid smile. Those stupid eyes. Your stupid voice. Your stupid humour.

You were going to be the death of him.

“Don't wanna close my eyes. I don't wanna fall asleep, And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

#november writings 2023 #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #joe keery

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keysorsomething · 5 months

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Before the Sun Rises / Caught

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The double feature chapters I wrote :) Just wanna say thanks to everyone who's supported these fics, it makes me very happy to see all the likes and reblogs !!

Cross-posted on ao3

Before the Sun Rises

You awake the next morning with no pressure on your chest and nothing in your arms. Still half-asleep, you look around the room. You’re disoriented, like when you take a three-hour nap in the middle of a weekday and wake up covered in sweat and unaware of the concept of time. One thing you catch is that the room is still dark, but you would guess that it’s always dark in here. You haven’t seen a window, after all. You start to rub the sleep from your eyes, fighting a yawn as you try to find the man who seems to have disappeared into the night. Melting into the darkness, as he had each time before.

“Nikto?” You ask, sitting up. Or at least you try, before strong hands meet your shoulders and shove you back into the pillow. You spot his blue eyes staring down at you almost ridiculing, clearly not pleased with your attempt to get out of bed. It’s almost startling, the speed and force with which you’re slammed back, not the hardest you had been slammed into something, but it was sure lacking any form of gentle grace you would expect from the motion. In this context at least. But you’re too tired to really think about the strength in him like you had before or to think about how he had seemingly teleported into your sight and personal space with no sign of where he was prior.

“Stay,” Nikto’s voice growls out. You look up at him, confused and groggy. He lowers himself back on the bed, and then back onto your chest. “I was not done,” He huffs, taking the sleeve of your shirt between two fingers. He pulls on the fabric, turning it over in his hand. His eyes narrow at it, as if your sleeve had offended him.

“Okay,” You mumble, letting your eyes fall back shut. You spend a while like that, enjoying it. Laying on your back with him on your chest, feeling the gentle pull of his hand as he busies himself with your shirt sleeve. It’s a moment of peace, expanded when he stops pulling at your sleeve - it was actually kind of annoying - and instead, his hand rests on your bicep, unmoving. He lets out a soft sigh, and you assume he closed his eyes too. Your breathing synchronizes, as your hand goes back to rubbing his shoulders like you had been doing the night before.

“You will come back tonight,” He states firmly, breaking the shared moment of silence. Your eyes shoot open and your hands pause, unsure how exactly to respond. You did want to come back again. Hell, you wanted to move in with him. You dare to even think you want the world to melt away, for time to be this moment and this moment alone, always and forever, but should you really let him boss you around like that? Should you just agree? Should you agree enthusiastically, with a ‘yes, sir!’? Or do you say no on principle?

“Can you ask nicely?” In a patronizing tone is what comes out of your mouth instead. Like a mom talking to a toddler who just demanded ice cream or something. You don’t have many references for modern-day parenting in the army. Maybe you shouldn’t compare those two things, that was kind of weird. But it wasn’t mansplaining patronizing - and you knew mansplaining, since that was the only thing that came out of Graves’ mouth - it was the other kind. You had no other words for it.

Nikto groans, presumably rolling his eyes, “You will please visit us again tonight,” He corrects, but he doesn’t seem all too happy about it. “пожалуйста?” He breaks out the big guns. How do you deny a masked man who’s speaking in his mother tongue? It may be your biggest weakness.

You sigh, conceding, “Okay. I will,” And he lets out a pleased rumble. A sound you could very much get used to.

“Now go back to sleep,” He huffs grumpily. “пожалуйста..?” You almost listen instantly, but then another thought pops into your head.

“What time is it?” You ask, the thought of being caught once more nagging at the very back of your psyche. He lets out another less-than-pleased huff of a breath at you, this time through his nose. But, hey, is he really blaming you for worrying about both your careers? His head shifts so his eyes meet yours better, and you see a small smudge of eye black left over from him watching it on his right eyelid, hugging the lash line. It almost looks like eyeliner. You also see the curve of his nose. That is skin that is clearly scarred, looking like it would be rough to touch. Healed burns, probably. Chemical burns that stretch over from the right of his face. You aren’t too sure how the mask is doing that, as all of the points where it attaches to the blast plate seem intact, and it’s only a small dip from where it normally sits. You decide not to comment on it, however.

“Early. Four-fifty or so,” He replies firmly. “I would not let you overstay your welcome,” His words are aggressive in phrasing but soft in tone. An odd combo he seems to use often, which you can’t be sure if that is just him or because he isn’t a native English speaker. But, his brows soften too, his hand sliding up but hesitating to make contact with your face or hair. It retreats away. When you look into his eyes, you feel like he wants nothing more than to touch you, and you feel he agrees that this moment is ever so precious. But he doesn’t want to touch you. Perhaps he’s afraid, or perhaps he doesn’t like his face being touched, so he won’t touch yours. The Golden Rule and all that. But you still smile softly down at him, gently rubbing his back. A silent encouragement to do as he pleases, one that is not listened too. After just a beat, you speak again. There’s no point in making the fleeting movement a whole ordeal.

“Well, wake me up when I have,” You tell him, trying to keep your voice low and comforting, the way he likes. He nods in response, eyes staring up at you warily. You both share for a moment the fear of being found out, but you don’t voice it to him. And he does not voice it back.

“Of course,” Nitko mumbles, sliding back into the position he was before your question. You chuckle, wrapping your arms tight around him as he matches the gesture, and lean your head into his. You take a deep breath, letting the whole moment sink into you. The warmth and weight of the man on your chest, the sound of his breathing, the feeling of the cold, hard blast plate against your cheek. It’s all the best thing to ever happen in this place, and you have a feeling it’s the best thing to have ever happened to him.

You sigh, it's nice to share this moment with him. Every moment over the past few days had been precious. You let your head fall back - you had been keeping it up to look at him - but keep your eyes on him as best you can. You still your hand on his back, letting your arm fall limp. He shifts his head slightly on your chest, fully committed to using you as a pillow. The image of him and his peacefully rising chest is wiped away by your eyes falling back shut.

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Caught

You reawaken to a soft patting of a gloved hand on your cheek. Your eyes open to Nikto just a few inches from his face, his hand gently twapping your cheek to wake you up. You groan, your muscles stretching as best you can under the weight.

“It is time you leave,” He mumbles, but you can see the disappointment in his eyes. “You do not have much time to get back to the barracks before the rest wake up.”

You pout, blinking up at him, “…How come you get a room all to yourself? It’s not fair,” You mumble, closing your eyes. His bed was so much more comfortable than your cot. And it was so much better than sleeping in a room with multiple other people. Just you and him. There’s a moment where you desire much more of this. So much more of this, in a much more domestic manner, but that fantasy is short-lived by a second round of pats on your cheek that don’t relent until your eyes open back up.

“It was a specific request,” Nikto replied, eyes narrowed on you as he tries to keep you from falling back asleep. As always, they are an icy blue that doesn’t match the feeling of having them on you at all. But by now they feel so much cooler than before, like a warm hug or a heated blanket instead of a hot iron. “I told them I would not take the job if they did not accommodate me.”

You nod, rubbing your eyes with a huff. That makes sense, you think. He seems like the guy to do that. Your eye opens now that your hand isn’t over it, and he hasn’t moved. Something a part of you deep inside is grateful for. You don’t know how well you could cope if he was gone just like that. Like how he had appeared earlier. That thought doesn’t last long, none of them do. He was just so much to think about. His eyes are wide, wild as they look down at you. He seems to think that you’re a lot to think about too. Or perhaps you’re assigning that to him, like when people speak for dogs and cats. You’ve been doing that with him a lot more often since that night in the armory. His eyes get a little less wide, and then even less wide. Until his eyes look closed, but you can tell they’re still partly open. God, he has pretty eyelashes.

He then, all at once, presses his still-masked face into yours. The fabric of the mask covering his mouth is rough against your lips. There’s no movement under it, almost as if he’s just smooshing his lips into yours like he isn’t sure how to do it. You feel the cold metal of the blast plate pushing into your forehead like a headache. It almost hurts, but there’s no way it’s enough. Somehow being too much and too little, but not just right. Your hand goes up to cup his cheek, but you don’t get the chance too. You didn’t even get the chance to close your eyes or lean into the kiss. It’s gone all at once, the same way it came. The pressure on your chest where he was laying there, on your forehead where the protruding parts of the metal dug into your skull, the rough fabric almost painfully hot on the skin of your lips, all of it. He pulls away before you can fully process it, before you can take it in for all of its glory. He rolls off of you, laying on the bed next to you facing away, partly curled up. You have to take a moment before you can do anything. You just kissed the Nikto. No, you were just kissed by The Nikto.

“Nikto?” You ask, voice soft and wavering, like if you speak too loud you’ll create a rip in space-time and it will have never happened. He cuts you off before you get any more in.

“Go,” He responds gruffly, and you nod, pulling off the bed. You’re a little stunned, and you do have places to be. You’d be worried that he was upset with you, but you have a feeling he’s just processing it, the same as you. Maybe he’s worried you’re upset with him? You almost feel like you need to cover up, and are subconsciously pulling the covers with you as you try to. You notice when you almost trip, but you catch yourself and throw them back on the bed. You take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself before speaking. And before leaving. You had appearances to keep up once you got back to the barracks and you had the three musketeers riding your dick.

“Okay,” You squeak, backing away. Your voice sounds so much more pathetic than you wanted it too, and you really can’t be having that. “See you tonight,” You say very quickly, hoping he’ll know you aren’t upset with him. You then promptly spin on your heels, and swing the door open. You go to step out of the room when you come face to face with a chest. You look up with a soft curse, only to find judging blue eyes staring back at yours from under a makeshift mask. The eyes are hard, angry. You’re in trouble.

“Oh, good morning, Colonel,” You manage to get out through a panicked breath. His arm is raised, you had interrupted him mid-knock. He lowers it, and it’s easy to tell his scowling down at you, eyes narrowing further. He bends slightly at the waist, and you hear the fabric shift and Nikto starts to speak when the room behind you goes silent. König looks behind you, and then back down at you, inching ever closer.

Then, you hear your voice hissed through teeth, a heavy Austrian accent filling your ears.

#call of duty #nikto cod #cod mw2 #nikto x reader #nikto #cod nikto

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aalyssah · 6 months

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Fresh Start

Pairing: MJF x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Friends With Benefits to Lovers!

Word Count: 2,436

Summary: You and Max are FWB, but after a small fight, you both ‘break up’ and you go find another guy, causing Max to get jealous and real feelings come out.

A/N: I was gonna do this story with an angst ending, but decided to do a happy ending. Hope You Enjoy!

You woke up to the sound of whispering.

You tried to sit up, but the feeling of your aching body caught you off guard. "Ow!" You hissed under your breath, looking at your surroundings. You were in a room, Maxwell's hotel room to be exact.

You and Max are just friends, but with a little bit of benefits. There are 3 rules.

1. Don't tell other people about your 'relationship.'

2. Only call. Never text before doing anything sexual.

3. DO NOT fall in love.

The last rule is hard because you have ended up falling in love with him. You've been by his side for 3 years prior to your FWB, but after seeing what he's like in bed only made your crush worse.

Max can be two things when having sex.

He can be sweet, praising you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, while gently thrusting in you. Or he can be rough, calling you names, slapping your tits or ass, and pulling your hair. Sometimes he would do a mixture of both.

You've come to fall in love with him no matter what people say, but does he feel the same?

You could hear his whispering get louder as he came towards the bed. You laid back, closing your eyes, and pretending you were asleep.

"Yeah Ashley, but I told you I'll be there tonight." Max said, sounding annoyed. Ashley? Who's Ashley? "Yeah, but I'm busy right now. Stop being such a bitch, you'll get the dick you want soon." You clenched your eyes tighter at his words.

Why is he talking to another women like that? "Fine, I'll come over. Give me 5 minutes to leave Y/n." Your whole body froze as he said your name.

This girl knows your name and that's a rule #1 on the list. Don't tell other people about your 'relationship.' and he said your name.

Without a second thought, you opened your eyes, and sat up. "Who's Ashley?" Max almost dropped his phone at your voice "It's no one, go back to sleep."

You didn't listen, pulling the blanket back and standing up. "It's not 'no one'. Answer me. Who's Ashley?" Max let out an annoyed sigh, turning around and facing you.

"I said it's no one. Get out my business." Max tried to walk to his bag, but you grabbed his arm. "Answer me, Max! Who the hell is Ashley and why does she know my name? Why did you tell her you're coming over?"

Max looked at you dead in your eyes with no emotion. "I'm gonna go fuck her." Max pushed your hand off his arm, grabbing his new blue suit.

He retreated to the bathroom and closed the door. "M-Maxwell!" You stuttered out, going to the bathroom door. "Why are you fucking another girl, we're in a FWB!" Max didn't answer until he opened the door 5 minutes later.

"Exactly, we're FWB, not dating. I can fuck whoever I want." He pushed past you, going back to his bag. "Max! You can't just go around fucking any girl that'll give you her pussy and come back to me. I'm not trying to get a disease!"

Max ignored you, picking up his bag up, and putting it on his shoulder. "Then don't call me. We're friends Y/n, not boyfriend and girlfriend. You knew what you were getting into when we started this arrangement." Max didn't stick around for your response before leaving the room.

You let out a quiet scream, feeling tears come to your eyes. You love Max and the fact that he told you he was going to go have sex with another girl hurts you.

You belly flopped on the bed, burying your face in a pillow, specifically, Max's pillow that still had the faint smell of his cologne. After almost 15 minutes of letting your tears drenching the pillow you stopped crying.

You then realized that while you were crying Max was banging another girl. You need to get up and go find a man. Someone who will actually love you. You reached for your phone and texted a good friend of yours.

Y/n: Hey Skye, do you wanna go to the club with me tonight? I have something important I need to talk to you about.

Skye Blue: Yeah, I would love too, and I'll listen to whatever you have to say. Just say the time and I'll be there.

You smiled knowing you could trust her. You've known her longer than Max. In fact, she's the one that introduced you to him.

Y/n: Meet me at the Club at 8.

You were left on read as you got up and took a shower before putting on fresh clothes. The first thing you are gonna do is go and look for a new dress.

Time Skip (I'm very lazy)

It was about 7:30 and you were dressed, looking at yourself in the mirror.

The black dress you wore was stunning, showing off all the right curves, your makeup was done perfectly, not a smug to be seen, and your hair was even better.

For once in your life you felt hot.

With one last look you left the hotel room and went to your car. You drove all the way to the club, and waited for Skye to show. After a couple of minutes she showed up in a black and blue dress.

"Oh my god, Y/n you look so good!" You laughed at her words, giving her a big hug. "You look even better!" You both pulled back. "So you said you wanna talk to me about something?" You took a deep breath.

You almost forgot about that. "Yeah, so you know how me and Max are friends?" You started off, earning a nod from Skye.

"Well 3 months ago we started a friends with benefits and this morning I found out he broke a rule and was going to have sex with another girl, so we called it off." You watched Skye for a reaction.

You felt ashamed of yourself. You thought Skye was gonna be disappointed or show disgust at your words, but instead she gave you an apologetic smile. "Okay, I didn't expect that, uh-" You let out an awkward laugh.

"Well, I got two sentences. I feel bad for you and Max is a dumbass for letting you go. Let's go get drunk!" A smile was brought back to your face as Skye grabbed your wrist and pulled you up.

She dragged you into the club, the bright colorful lights flashing around the place. People were all on the dance floor, dancing their hearts out. Skye ordered you a drink and more kept coming.

Before you had the chance to dance you already had 3 shots. "Y/n, you should go dance with someone!" Skye yelled over the loud music. "With who?!" You asked, looking around the room. You then caught the eye of a man.

He wore a suit and looked muscular as he stared at you. You didn't break eye contact, looking at him up and down. He suddenly got up, fixing his suit before making his way over towards you. "Ooo, go dance with him, I think he likes you." You wanted to protest, but Skye pushed you up.

You almost bumped into the man, but luckily he caught you. "Woah, you gotta slow down." His voice was deep as he spoke. You looked up, making eye contact with his brown eyes. "Hey Y/n." You silently gasped once you figured out who the man was.

It was Wardlow, AKA Max's enemy. After Wardlow broke free of Max's bossing ways Max has hated him and made you promise him that you’ll never go near him.

"Wardlow, hey." Wardlow chuckled as he sensed how nervous you were. "Wanna dance?" You thought about it for a moment.

If you dance with Wardlow you'll be breaking the promise between you and Max.

But who cares?

He's the one that broke a rule. "Y'know what, sure." You took his hand, letting him drag you both to the dance floor. The song that was playing was from The Weekend and to almost any girl, he'll make you feel sexy.

You began grinding against Wardlow, the feeling of his bulge poking your ass making you moan. His hands glided across your smooth skin, pulling you against his hard chest. "You're a tease, aren't you?" He lowly whispered in your ear, smirking as you whimpered.

He let his hands roam up your sides and past your tits, giving a testing squeeze. You let out a sigh, feeling safe and relaxed as you laid your head back against his shoulder. He held your body gently, guiding your hips against his crotch.

The sweet moment was broken apart when the sounds of gasps filled the room. You were soon torn from Wardlow's hold, the front of your body hitting someone.

"If you don't get your filthy hands off her!" You recognize that voice from anywhere. "Max?" You said in a confused tone. "Hey man, what do you think you're doing? She was with me first!" Wardlow said, getting in Max's face.

Max dryly chucked. "Oh yeah? Well, was she in your bed last night and this morning?" Your mouth dropped open at his words.

With the shocked look of Wardlow, Max grabbed your arm and dragged you out the club. "Max, let go of me!" His grip only tightened as his pace increased. "Max calm down, you're hurting me!"

Max quickly turned around, looking at you with anger in his eyes. "Calm down? You want me to calm down after I just caught you with my known enemy? I told you not to go to him and you still did!" Max yelled, causing other people to look at y'all.

"Okay and, why does it matter to you? Don't act like you didn't just go fuck some Ashley girl after telling me how we're not dating and in your words, 'I can fuck whoever I want,' so I'm doing the same."

Max growled as you mocked him. "You don't get to just call this relationship off and then get mad when I move on!" You yelled, pushing him away from you. "You're so unfair! I hate you!"

Max froze at your words. "You hate me?" He sounded somewhat hurt which made you freeze as well. "Yeah. I can't keep doing this with you, Max. I'm in love with you, okay? I love the way you look, smell, hell, I love the way you take care of me after we fuck, I love everything about you, but you can't see it can you?" You asked, not getting an answer.

Of course he was quiet.

"I know we had rules, but fuck it. I like you, but seeing you with these girl fans, and hearing that phone call is breaking me. If you want me then say it." Max stayed quiet, looking at the ground.

You nodded your head in acceptance, poking your tongue at your cheek. "I knew it." You lastly said before walking off.

You wanted Max to stop you, you wanted Max to call out your name and tell you he loved you, but he didn't, he just stood there.

That night you walked back to the hotel room, stripping from your dress and getting back in the shower before changing into your pajamas. You laid in bed, head full of thoughts of Max.

You knew this day would come where you would have to admit your feelings, but you didn't know it would be like this. You ended up crying yourself to sleep, your dreams being full of Max.

It was the next morning when you woke up to knocking on your door that made you sit up. You got out of bed and went to the door.

Without looking through the peephole, you opened the door to see Max standing there with a box in his hand. "Max?" Max stood there with a weird smile. "Hey, can I come in?" You stepped aside, letting you come into the room.

He went to the bed, placing the box down. "Look I know we talked yesterday, but let me say something." He started. "I have the same feelings for you too. I was so in shock yesterday and everything was on my mind, with Wardlow and our argument that I didn't know what to say."

You stood there, waiting for him to continue. "I've liked you ever since the night when we tagged against Britt and Adam. You were so pretty and the way you cared for me made me realize there's no one like you, and I can't lose you over this stupid FWB arrangement. I want you, I want you to be mine, so-" Max paused, grabbing the box and opening it. "I got you this."

He pulled out a necklace and not just any necklace, it was a necklace your Mom had got from your Dad before he died 2 years ago. The necklace isn't cheap either. It's almost $400. "Max." You said, feeling tears threatening to fall.

"I'm sorry, and I wanna make this right. I want a real relationship with you, even if that means we have to start over. Please just give me another chance." You looked at the necklace and then at Max.

Max isn't a man to just go begging for forgiveness unless you're someone special to him.

You didn’t know when, but tears started to fall and a sob racked your throat. “I want to, but how do I know you mean it? How do I know you’re not gonna fuck me and then leave to go see Ashley or another girl?”

Max let out a breath, pulling out his phone from his back pocket. “Because I blocked her and every other girl that’s not you. I’m serious about this. You can go through my phone. Here.” He said, holding out his phone to you.

You took it, going through every app, every number, every conversation, and in the end he was telling the truth. You put his phone down, nodding your head. “Okay, we can start over.” A smile came to Max’s face as he took the necklace and put it on your neck.

You went to the bathroom and looked through the mirror at the gold taking its place on your neck. You turned around and wrapped your arms around Max’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss.

The whole situation was a miscommunication and all y’all needed was a fresh start.

#maxwell jacob friedman #mjf #mjf fluff #mjf imagine #mjf x reader #mjf fanfiction #mjf smut #mjf aew #aew fluff #wrestling fluff #aew smut

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tenabrye · 1 year

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Cam we get some how they are when they have a crush for Reboot! Vash and Nicholas?

Vash

It's the kind of sweet that's tooth-rotting when he has a crush on someone. Yes, he's still nice and all, but he goes the EXTRA MILE and does it just for them. If they're traveling with him and he notices that they've been eyeing something in the town they're currently staying at for a day or two, and he has enough double dollars, he's getting them that item. If they ask him about it, he chalks it up as it being a coincidence, even though it really wasn't. Is also the type to get things that make him think about them, blatantly saying so, too. The smile on their face brightens his day and he'd do anything to continue seeing it.

As much as he is sweet for them, his protectiveness skyrockets. He doesn't show it in front of them, but he's actually very, very scared of what could or will happen to them since trouble does seem to follow him, especially with that trouble being his merciless twin. The thought of what could happen if Knives were to hurt them, or do worse, keeps him up a lot at night. He'll lose sleep over those thoughts, but at the same time, he really doesn't dwell on them for too long with his crush around. Their smile or their laughter is enough to break him out of his bad thinking. As much of a pacifist as he is, if it really, and I do mean REALLY, came down to it, especially after the words of Wolfwood playing in his mind, he would do anything to keep his crush safe.

Them being sad is literally impossible with him around. Vash will make it his mission to brighten up their day the best he can. They want to talk about the problem? He's one hell of a listener. May not have the advice they might be seeking, but he will absolutely do his best. They want to cry as a way of dealing with it? His arms are wide open and his clothes ready to be stained with their tears. Keeps his cybernetic arm wrapped around them while using his free hand to rub gentle, soothing circles on their back. They want to take everything out on shooting something? He'll collect as many empty cans and bottles as he can and let them use his weapon, or if they prefer their own, to shoot at them. Whatever they need to feel better, they really just have to ask and he will make it happen, if he can.

Gets giddy when their hand brushes up against his own as they're walking beside one another, or if they happen to fall asleep against him, using his non-cybernetic arm to lean against. Definitely watches them while they sleep, but not in a creepy way. No, he admires them, oh so lovingly. Carefully brushes their hair back from obstructing their face. He will also give them his portion of food a lot of the time, insisting they take it because he's full. He's not, but he wants them to get enough to eat for the day. Whenever they camp out on the sand, if they can't make it to a town, he always puts their sleeping mats/bags close to one another. He passes it off as a safety precaution, which it is, but he really just wants to be closer to them.

He didn't think it was possible for him to like someone as much as he did with them, nor can he tell if they've picked up on his little crush. Until they make it obvious that they know he likes them in such a way, things will continue on like this, or until something happens that he just blurts it out. Like a situation in which he could have lost them forever. He holds them close as he whispers his feelings into their ear, voice shaking from the fear of the scene that went down prior. He'd be fine if they didn't feel the same way. A little sad, but he doesn't mind simply being friends. If they don't and accept his feelings for them? Absolutely ecstatic and will hug onto them, lifting them up while also twirling around. He's just a happy man.

Wolfwood

He's actually very subtle when crushing on someone, or at least tries very hard to be. It's actually very noticeable to others, and maybe even his crush, due to how he acts around and with them versus everyone else. People can see the way his eyes soften when he looks at them, the way his voice is softer when speaking to them, and that little smile on his lips. Even his crush would start to notice, unless they're oblivious, then they definitely wouldn't have a single clue.

He's VERY protective of them. Unlike Vash, he'd actually put a bullet in someone if they so much as make his crush even the SLIGHTEST bit uncomfortable. Okay, well, he actually wouldn't at first, but if the person kept it up even after being told to knock it off? You better believe Wolfwood is doing something about it. He's also the type to hold his crush's hand and say it's so that he doesn't lose them in the town they're currently in, but he really just wanted to hold their hand. If they don't mind it, he'll even wrap an arm around their waist to keep them close to him, but only if they give him consent or make it obvious beforehand that doing so is okay. May the heavens have mercy on whoever decides to lay a single hand on his crush, because he sure as hell won't have any.

Same as Vash, he will actually give them the remaining portion of his meal if he knows they're not full. He just says he's a light eater and isn't that hungry, even though it may be the opposite. He loves touching his crush, and not in a creepy way. He can't really pinpoint the exact reason why, but it gives him some relief when he's holding their hand, them having fallen asleep with their body leaning against his, or even waking up somehow wrapped up in each other's arms when they camped out instead of staying in town. He especially loves when that happens, because he's usually the first one to wake up at their little camp, so he gets a bit of time to admire their sleeping face before having to pull away when they wake.

Wolfwood is great with children and he will apply that with his crush if they're having a bad day. Offers them a lollipop of their choice and will sit and listen to their problems. He's actually really great at giving advice because not only has he seen a thing or two, but he's been through so much, which he doesn't want his crush knowing about, yet. He applies what he knows and has been through in order to give them the advice that would best help to solve, or make, their problems better. He's also open for a hug, if they really want it. Seeing his crush in any sort of pain absolutely pains him, so yeah, he's doing what he can to make them feel better. If need be, he'll tell them a story from his childhood to make them feel better. A fabricated story, obviously, but he has his reasons of why he has to. Feels better after seeing that little made-up story cheered them up a bit.

Unlike Vash, he would actually be devastated if his crush didn't feel the same way he did. At least for a little while. He's an adult, so he obviously won't be sulking like a teenager. Will abide by the friends only thing, but sometimes it slips his mind because he will still find himself doing romantic-ish stuff. However, he's got the biggest grin on his face if they do feel the same way. Will want to celebrate with a kiss, which he's practically dreamed about for far too long while traveling with you.

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Solace in Solitude Ch 8

Future Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, usual ptsd type situations/conversations, mentions of death. If this chapter had a title it would be "Trauma Bonding" our girls are finally breaking down the last of their walls and learning to rely on each other to get through it. I promise more actual comfort in future chapters! we've gone from enemies to friends, two more steps to go!

Emily shifted in her sleep, letting out a quiet grunt at whatever was trapped between her and the bed. She tugged at the sheet, thinking it was bunched up underneath her, praying she could hold onto the tired and be able to get back to sleep, knowing that if she opened her eyes she’d lose it. She shifted again and that resulted in a groan leaving her lips as she pushed it deeper into the mattress. She was acutely aware that it was warmer than usual in her bedroom and figured the weather was going to be nicer today. That was until something shifted behind her and she realized the last thing she could remember was you coming into her room mid nightmare.

“Ow…” You mumbled, voice thick with sleep, “get off me.” You nudged her and Emily jolted away from you to the other edge of the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?!” She shrieked and you winced, sitting up as you rubbed your eyes.

“You asked me to stay.” You replied with a grumble, already pushing back the blankets.

“Yeah until I was calmed down, not all night!”

“I wasn’t the one having nightmares!” You shot back, “you fell asleep on my fucking arm and have been lying on it all night.” You shook out your arm, flexing your hand in an attempt to get some feeling back into it, “god you’re annoying.”

“We are never speaking of this again.” She warned.

“Already forgotten.”

You were through the door and it was swinging shut behind you before Emily could even think about trying to get another word in. Instead she let out a frustrated groan, clutching the blankets around her as she collapsed back into the pillows, her cheeks a bright shade of pink she desperately wanted to disappear. She wasn’t even sure if she was more embarrassed about being vulnerable the night before, or for feeling comfortable and safe enough around you to fall back asleep.

Either way, she was mad at herself. She was supposed to hate you.

Despite the utter embarrassment she did end up falling back asleep for a few more hours and was incredibly thankful that they were dreamless. She spent more than a few mindless hours marathoning a show and was only alerted of you when she heard the front door swing shut. Glancing at her watch she deduced that it was the usual time you hit the gym on your days off work and figured this was her chance to utilize the rest of the apartment.

There was a hot pot of coffee with just enough for two mugs left in it and a Tupperware container with a still warm brunch burrito on the counter, both no doubt left for her. She said a silent thank you and devoured both, spending a little bit of time tidying up around the apartment, specifically making sure the balcony was cleaned up from the night prior. It was mid afternoon by the time she heard the elevator ping and grabbed a snack to disappear back into her room until you were asleep.

You unlocked the apartment door and weren’t too surprised to find her still hiding, while you had no residual embarrassment about falling asleep in her bed it was clear she did and you weren’t about to push it. You did take it as a positive note that it was clear she had left her room while you were gone and continued into the kitchen to throw dinner into the oven before you jumped in the shower.

Knowing that night hours were usually the time Emily was awake you figured you’d leave the shared spaces open for her, plating up your dinner, grabbing a wine glass so you could tuck the bottle under your arm to hole up in your own room. You did leave the door open about a quarter in case she did end up being open for socializing or needed anything from you. You grabbed your tablet, propping it up and tossing on whatever your most recent binge had been to have on in the background while you ate dinner, scrolling through a few emails to get a handle on what your scheduled week looked like back at the hospital.

Emily heard the scrape of a fork on a bowl, followed by the clunk of said bowl being placed down on your nightstand. She let out a soft sigh, now that she had been fully awake she’d been able to piece together the nightmare and the conversation following it. She’d spent an hour untangling what she knew she said and what she figured she was imagining, de-fogging her brain if you will. Incredibly reluctantly she slipped from under the bedsheets, pulling her sweater tighter around her as she meandered the two feet from her bedroom door to yours, poking at it so it crept a couple more inches open. You were sitting against the headboard, your legs pulled up crisscross with your laptop balanced in front of them, your focus completely on it. You had glasses on she’d never seen you wear before, a notebook beside you as you typed away on your computer. You could sense that she was there and were waiting for her to say something but she continued to just linger awkwardly in the door way.

“The pan on the stove is for you.” You said, not looking up.

“What?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Dinner.” You replied, picking up a pen to scribble something down in the notebook, “I made double.”

“Oh. Yeah. Thanks.” She crossed her arms over her chest as her stomach growled lightly. When she didn’t move you finally glanced up at her, a brow cocked in her direction.

“You need something else?”

“I— uh.” She shuffled awkwardly, “yeah…”

“You’re hovering.” Your head titled, “I only had the one joint and if I’m gonna get you more you’re gonna swear you’re not gonna take your meds on top of it.”

“Oh.. no.” She quickly shook her head, “that’s not it at all.”

“You okay?”

She tugged her lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it as she stared at her feet, finally letting out a low breath. “Everything I said last night? I… I shouldn’t have told you, like, any of it.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged, “it’s not exactly like I have anyone to tell it to anyways. You needed to get it off your chest.”

“I still shouldn’t have.” Her tone nearly changed to snapping at you, though she was more mad at herself at this point, “I never should have brought up Declan. No one’s supposed to know about him and I basically doxed him to you.”

“I’m trusted with keeping the fact that you’re alive a secret, at this point, what’s one more.” You shrugged again, turning back to the article in front of you. “Besides, didn’t you say Doyle thinks he’s dead?”

“No.” She sighed heavily, “I thought I had the upper hand, gave it up to Doyle in the last few minutes before…”

She trailed off and it was your turn to nod silently, “mmm. Yeah, you were getting pretty mumbly right before you fell asleep, I didn’t get everything.”

“It’s classified information.” This time she did nearly snap, though her gaze remained trained on the floor in front of her, “I said things that I don’t want you knowing…”

“Okay.” You raised your hands in surrender, “not another word.” You mimed zipping your mouth shut and throwing away the key.

“Thanks.” She muttered, letting out a shaky sigh.

“You know…” you pulled your laptop half shut, giving her your full attention, “you’re allowed to be scared. You’re allowed to feel vulnerable. I know it’s gotta be tough for anyone with your background in your field, you’re not any less of a person or weak just because you talked about your feelings. You don’t always need to be the bad ass.”

“Being the so called bad ass is exactly what got me here in the first place.” Emily felt the shame coating over her once again, attempting to hold back the tears, “I dealt with him on my own the first time, I thought I could handle it alone and I was stupid to believe that. I fucked things up and I’m solely responsible for it all.”

“First off, anyone who can do what you do is the furthest from stupid.” You scolded, “secondly, you don’t have to burden yourself with everything, you don’t have to do it all alone. You’ve got people you can rely on.”

“You’ve made a clear point of that.” She mumbled, gesturing over her shoulder to the kitchen, “at first I was mortified to have a babysitter but I clearly couldn’t have done it alone, and I was an asshole about it the entire time.”

“Is that an apology I hear hiding in there?” The corner of your lips curved up into a smirk and she huffed out a laugh accompanied with an eye roll.

“Thanks for dinner.” She turned away from your doorway and you called over her shoulder.

“Hey! Have you checked out that online scrabble app?”

“No.” She turned back to you with a perplexed look on her face.

“You might want to.” You opened your laptop again, getting settled back to where you were, “there’s Cheeto’s in the pantry, grab a bag, play a game tonight.”

While the environment in the apartment had definitely began to improve over the next few weeks, Emily noticed the way you started to isolate yourself even more. She wasn’t one to pry, especially with how withholding she’d been herself since meeting you, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. It seemed you were either at the hospital or working on whatever research at home. She saw a list of names and phone numbers that looked like they were located all over the world and could hear you on the phone at strange hours of the night. The conversations were hushed, some in English, some in French and some in butchered foreign languages, lengthy pauses while you would google translate something to say only for the person on the other end of the line to have to do the same.

She noticed the caffeine consumption between the two of you skyrocket and it was clear you were exhausted and whatever was going on was dragging you down. The bags under your eyes ever apparent and after a week or two you weren’t bothering to try and cover them up with make up. She wondered if she should be worried the first night you didn’t come home from work, but her phone buzzed just before midnight with a brief apology explaining you’d be staying in an on call room the next two nights and to not stress about it.

When you did eventually get home from that stint you found a container of homemade cinnamon rolls with an ‘eat me’ label on them, a freshly stocked wine nook, a very clean apartment and new groceries in the fridge. You very gratefully took two of the buns before disappearing into your room that night and Emily had no problems picking up the duties that were continually slipping through the cracks. She was feeling more energetic and mobile now, so there was no reason she couldn’t be the one throwing together meals and keeping things clean.

She didn’t think much of it until she heard your phone ring in the middle of the night, jolting her from her nightly television marathon as her eyes flicked towards your bedroom door. She heard your answer groggily but could almost feel the tension in the building crack as you quickly found your voice and the entire mood shifted. Your voice was quiet, shaky and she heard you say something about sending money before there was a brief conversation followed by a solemn good bye and I love you. It was nearly an hour later she realized the noise she thought was coming from the air conditioner was actually coming from your room and it sounded an awful lot like you were doing your best not to cry too loudly.

Emily knew that your business was your business, so she kept her head down and let you isolate in your room or vanish off to whatever parts of Paris you were at while you were out of the house. She noticed that your late night phone calls had come to a halt, and the amount of research you appeared to be doing had decreased. It was just about two weeks later when she couldn’t sleep, a bird chirping directly outside her window waking her up around three in the afternoon when she was surprised to hear you in your room. It was almost like you were watching something, but the sound quality wasn’t as good as tv would be, and she could hear you sniffling every so often. Not wanting to eavesdrop, she popped her ear buds in and turned on her tablet to distract her.

An hour later you shut your laptop, wiping what was left of your tears off your cheeks, dropping back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. You didn’t want to move but you were out of Kleenex and figured it might help to wash your face with cold water and you needed to get started on dinner. So you powered through and wandered over to the bathroom, grabbing a fresh box of tissues to blow your nose a couple of times and dab at your eyes before splashing water on your face. You were turned toward the towel rack, drying off your face when your head tilted toward the door and you jumped, letting out a quiet shriek as Emily did the same, tearing the ear bud out of her ear.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Fuck!” You countered, taking a second to try and catch your breath, “I thought you’d still be asleep for another hour.”

“Noisy neighbour.” She shrugged with an awkward laugh, gesturing toward her room and your brow furrowed, causing her to stumble over her words as she tried to explain she didn’t mean you. “Uh, birds.”

“Oh. Okay.” You picked at the sleeve of your hoodie, gesturing past her toward the kitchen, “I was just gonna start dinner.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” She waved you off, “I can do it. Or we can order, uh—I could order. Not like I do much around here anyway.”

“No, no…” You wrapped an arm around your waist, your gaze darting between just over Emily’s shoulder and the floor. “You’ve actually been doing a lot recently, thank you. I kinda dropped the ball majorly…” Your hand wrapped around the cuff of your hoodie, wiping at your nose quickly as you sniffed and Emily frowned, her voice impeccably soft when she spoke next.

“Hey… I don’t wanna stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, but are you… okay?”

You took a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling to keep any fresh tears at bay, “uh.. my mom died about two weeks ago.” You risked a glance up at her and caught just the moment her face fell.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry.” Without even thinking she stepped forward and wrapped you into a tight hug, feeling relief flow through her at the way you relaxed into her arms, letting the embrace continue for a moment, endorphins slowly creeping their way into your system to calm you down before you gently pulled away, finally able to step out into the main apartment, not so trapped in the bathroom anymore.

“We knew it was coming, she’d been sick for a while and nothing her doctors were doing was helping much at this point, just delaying the inevitable.”

“I take it all that late night research wasn’t related to your project then?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No. I tracked down as many specialists as I could, there either wasn’t enough research to prove it or things weren’t FDA approved.” You suddenly reached out, squeezing at her elbow, “sorry, I didn’t want to drag you into all this, if I’d known you were up I would’ve declined the call or something.” She only looked at you with a quizzical expression on her features, “my sister face timed me for the service.” You gestured toward your bedroom, “you never think it’s gonna be that hard, like you’ve already had time to cope but it just….”

“Brings back more memories.” She frowned and you nodded, “can I do anything? You want a drink? A smoke?”

“Oh god, yes.” You groaned, “honestly if I knew where you’d stashed them I’d owe you a pack by now.”

That earned a small smile from Emily as she squeezed at your shoulder before disappearing into her room, unsurprised to find you waiting on the balcony with two glasses of liquor. It was quiet out on the balcony, she handed off the pack and lighter to you first as she settled in her chair, picking up the drink for a sip before lighting her own cigarette. About halfway through curiosity got the best of her and she looked your way,

“How come you didn’t go home? At least for a couple of days?”

An awkward air overtook the two of you as you avoided her gaze, taking a longer drag of the smoke before fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater.

“I wasn’t allowed.” You admitted, “I asked. I called the Suit, your boss, what’s his name?” You looked up at her and she could see the fresh shimmer of tears in your eyes.

“Hotch?”

“Yeah, him.” You sighed, “he told me that I cannot leave Paris until it’s cleared by the FBI. Sent his deepest condolences and my sister said there was an anonymous donation that helped with funeral funds so he didn’t do nothing but it still sucks.”

“That’s bullshit.” Emily exclaimed, “what the fuck?”

“Something about how I can be traced back to the hospital, that my name was on your paperwork, I signed your death certificate. If I suddenly flew back to Boston for a couple of days and then got on a plane back here instead of Haiti I could lead people straight to you.” You looked over at her, “the entire thing would risk blowing your cover.”

Emily’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open for a moment while she processed everything, realizing now that you truly were trapped here just as much as she was. Her reckless behaviour hadn’t just messed with her team and sent her into hiding, it had uprooted your entire life too.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine.” You waved her off, “I’m pretty sure I could have said no about coming out here, fought it a little harder. I already knew she was sick, I just thought…” You stalled in your words, closing your eyes for a moment before you shook out of it, “it’s not like it’s your fault.”

“I mean—”

“No more of that!” You turned to her with a stern expression on your face and as taken aback as she was at first she realized where you were going with it, “as your unofficial shrink, that’s the homework I’m giving you, stop blaming yourself for everything. Learn to let things go.”

“Okay.” She held up her hands, leaning back in her chair, “message received, Dr. Carter.”

“Even if it is technically your shitty decision making that results in crap, make a sincere apology, and then it’s over.”

“Doesn’t help that I’ve been a bit of a cunt about the whole thing when you’ve just been keeping me alive.”

“Eh,” you took another drag of the smoke, “your taste in cigarettes has to make up for something. And those cinnamon rolls, did you sneak those out of the packaging or were they homemade?”

“From scratch.” She turned to you with a proud smile and you let out a small laugh.

“If they happen to appear on a weekly basis I’ll take a few numbers off your bitch tab.”

“Mark that as noted.” She laughed softly, relishing in the more relaxed feeling of the evening. Cautiously, she reached out, grabbing your free hand with hers to get your attention, squeezing gently, “hey, and I know I kinda suck majorly at the whole talking thing, but I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener, so anytime you wanna talk about this, I’m here.”

You smiled softly, nodding back at her and both of you felt the tensions from the previous months slowly melting as you continued to knock down each other’s walls.

“I know…”

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mommytauriel · 11 months

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+ · 。~ promised to another p3

pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: forbidden romance? Angst, fluff | warnings: none that I know of | wc: 6.3k |

synopsis: eight months since everything in your life has changed, and it seems like things won't stop changing.

request: yes

note: I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out! I was just really struggling on writing this part! This is more like a filler part. I do still hope you guys enjoy it!

Part one Part two Part three

The first week being back in Winchester was hard, actually the first few months being back in Winchester was hard…in many different ways. Mentally you were exhausted, staying up late at night and stressing yourself to sleep thinking about Uhtred, and what he's going through. You didn't even want to think about how emotionally hard it was for you. The guilt you felt, the pain you felt with Uhtred gone and you leaving sihtric.

It was physically hard because you were exhausted. You spent your nights staying up late, crying and thinking about Uhtred and sihtric. And when you did finally fall asleep, you didn't get to sleep for long because Lady Aelswith would make sure you were up so you could join her for morning prayers and breakfast with Aethelflaed.

The fourth month you were tired of being sad, so you forced yourself to leave your room more. It wasn't healthy to lock yourself up in your room and avoid everyone. Matthew was happy to see that you were starting to get better, he had missed you. Matthew was against it at first because he was worried you would get hurt, but the two of you would go on walks through the village of Winchester. He noticed that it was helping you so he kept his worries to himself and just stayed alert.

By the six month you were feeling more like yourself. You still had your moments of sadness; you just now knew how to handle them better. You have started doing many things to distract yourself from your feelings, you did a lot of reading, most of them being books that King Alfred has suggested. You spent more time with Matthew and Aethelflaed, Aethelflaed even joining you and Matthew on your walks. It was nice.

The seventh month is when things started to feel more real for you. King Alfred had been lenient with you for the prior months but now that you seemed more yourself, he wasn't going to hold back. Whenever he had time, the two of you would be in his study, reading and learning more about history. And you enjoyed it most of the time, but when he would bring up Arthur and your future with him…your enjoyment turned to dread. You didn't want to talk about Arthur and the doom of your future with him. Lady Aelswith would try to talk to you about Arthur too, telling you about her and the king's betrothal and how she didn't like it at first but it was her duty to become a good wife to him. She even offered to teach you some ways on becoming a good wife, and well you couldn't exactly decline. You didn't want to learn how to be a good wife, you didn't want to be a wife in general!

The eighth month was no different.

Throughout those eight months you barely saw Arthur. Then again, you were also actively avoiding the blue-eyed man. It also helped that Arthur was very busy, busy with the king or busy going back and forth from Mercia and Winchester. You weren't complaining. The two of you have talked a few times, well more like he talked, and you just ‘listened’. A small part of you felt a little bad for treating Arthur like that, a very small part. Arthur has been kind to you, and you hated it.

The garden in the back of the castle had quickly become your place of solace and solitude. If you went early enough in the morning, you would be completely alone…besides the times Matthew would join you. It was a very peaceful place; you could walk around and look at the flowers or sit at the bench and read…or just sit there and think. Today you were reading.

Before you met sihtric you enjoyed reading love stories, but now you couldn't bear to read one. Just like how you couldn't dare to see public affection, it all reminded you of sihtric. And how you couldn't be with him. It hurt seeing or reading someone being so happy and in love when you weren't. You would feel a tug at your heart and soon your eyes would water it really hurt. So now you stick to history books, they aren't as fun but now you don't have to worry about crying while reading it.

“What book are you reading today My lady?” A deep and familiar voice breaks you out of your thoughts. You blink a few times and look up from the page you have been reading over and over again. You squint your eyes from the bright sun that shines, when you look up at Matthew's figure. He was standing in front of you, clad in his black leather armor with his hands behind his back, a small smile on his face as he looked down at you.

“The same book I was reading yesterday Matthew” You retorted with a sigh, closing the book and playing with the leather corners of the book cover. Matthew hums in remembrance, his eyes looking over your figure. He was happy to see that you look way better than you did months ago, you looked well rested. But he could still see some sadness in your eyes.

“Lady Aethelflaed requests you to join her for breakfast” Matthew tells you, watching as your eyes lighten up at the mention of your dear friend. You stand up from the bench and with your free hand that's not holding your book, you fix your dress. You offer Matthew a small smile “Let's go then, wouldn't want to keep the princess waiting.”

Matthew nods and leads the way towards Lady Aethelflaed’s room, She had breakfast sent to her room for the two of you. The two of you enjoyed your mornings where you had breakfasts together, the safety of being alone in her room let the two of you gossip as much as you wanted without getting scolded by Lady Aelswith.

The two of you stopped in front of Aethelflaeds’s room, you greeted the guard who stood out of her room with a small smile while Matthew greeted him with a nod. Matthew softly knocked on the lady's door for you before he stepped back. You heard the sound of feet rushing towards the door and not even a few seconds later the wood door was being opened quickly. A smiling Aethelflaed greeting you.

“Y/n! I've missed you, come in” Lady Aethelflaed smiles as she grabs your arm and pulls you into her room, you laugh at her eagerness and let her drag you into her room. You glance behind you to see Matthew giving a smile before he closes the door, leaving the two of you alone. You look back at her and see a wide smile on her face and a giggle escape past your lips. “You saw me yesterday Aethelflaed.”

“I know that but still, i missed you” She giggled herself as she let go of your arm and walked towards the table in her room, which the two of you have eaten at many times before. You set your book on her bed before you follow her across her room. The princess’s room had a bunch of vases of flowers that the two of you had handpicked, her room was so fresh and comfy.

“This looks delicious” you tell her as you look over the spread of food and drinks on the table. Athelflaed smiles and sits down at the table, pouring herself a cup of water “I asked for some of your favorites.”

“You truly do spoil me” You send her a teasing wink as you sit down in the chair across from her, popping a green grape in your mouth. Athelflaed blushes and starts eating some of the fruit on her plate. You smile at her shy antics before you start digging into your food. It wasn't long before the two of you jumped into a conversation.

“I know I have said this hundreds of times, but I'm so glad that you're back. It's nice to have someone I can talk to without worrying, mother is going to find out about what we have talked about” Aethelflaed tells you with a genuine smile after the two of you stopped laughing from the conversation beforehand. (The conversation being about a cute stable hand boy that had caught Athelflaeds attention) It was adorable seeing her so flustered talking about him, it kinda reminded you about how if was for you and sihtric.

Athelflaed’s words comforted you and made you sad at the same time. They were comforting because you truly did miss her too, but they were sad because if it was up to you…you wouldn't have come back. Sometimes at night while you lay alone in your dark room, you would think about what you would be doing now if you never left, if Uhtred was never sold. You would have nights filled with laughter at ale houses with Uhtred and there was no doubt that you and sihtric would become closer. Maybe I would have told him I loved him already…I’ll never know now.

“Speaking of missing you, I may or may not have overheard Arthur talking with my dad last night” Aethelflaed’s sweet but mischievous voice breaks you out of your sad thoughts. You blink a few times and look up from your plate to her. You raise your eyebrow at her words, stopping yourself from rolling your eyes at the mention of Arthur. You grip your fork tighter and give her a faint smirk “Overheard? You mean you eavesdropped?”

“Y/n” She said with an embarrassed whine, gently kicking you under the table before continuing with a mischievous grin on her face “Don't you want to know what they were talking about?”

“I have a feeling you were going to tell me anyway” You recalled from past memories, you knew she was going to tell you anyway. Aethelflaed doesn't pick up on the sarcasm in your town and she leans forward, excitement in her tone “They were talking about you, well more like Arthur was talking about you…he seems quite smitten with you.”

“I don't know how he could be, we've barely talked” You responded with a confused look and annoyance in your tone. How could he be smitten with me? You made sure that the two of you had barely any chance to talk. You don't want him to like you, no you want him to hate you…it would make it easier if he did. It didn't feel right knowing that someone was liking you like that, it felt as if you were betraying sihtric in a way. You didn't like this feeling.

“Arthur is a really nice guy y/n! You should give him a chance, who knows you might even find yourself liking him” Aethelflaed says cheerfully, again not noticing your tone. Aethelflaed has always wanted to fall in love, to have someone by her side for everything. Her desire to have that kinda love, blinded her from the negative parts that came with it. She didn't see the negative parts of your betrothal to arthur. But how could she? She didn't know about me and sihtric.

She didn't know about how you were feeling, the feeling of being trapped in a relationship you didn't want, the heartbreak you felt with sihtric. There was no chance that you could find yourself liking arthur. To you, Arthur was just the guy that's ruining the happy future you hoped you and sihtric would have together. Maybe it was ruined the moment you left eoferwic.

“Not likely”

It seems my luck has run out; you think with a bitter sigh when you see who's standing at the other end of the hall. You had just left Aethelflaed’s room a few minutes ago after spending a few hours laughing and talking, you then parted ways with Matthew who was called off to do something. You were in a happy mood but that quickly joined to a mood of annoyance when you see your betrothed standing across from you, a smile on his face.

“Lady y/n, I've been meaning to talk to you” Arthur says with a sweet smile as he steps closer to you. Your grip on your book tightens and you hold it to your chest, you offer him a weak smile.

“I apologize but I have to get going, maybe another time” You spoke quietly as you tried to walk past him, only to stop dead in your tracks when you felt Arthur softly grab your arm to stop you. You let out a sigh, you knew you couldn't avoid him this time. You turn to face him and see him giving you a pleading look. You sigh again and move your arm out of his grip and mutter “You only have a few minutes.”

“That's all i need” He replied with a charming smile, he cleared his throat before continuing “I wanted to apologize, I've been busy these past months and i haven't spent much time with you, I haven't gotten to know you.”

“There's not much to know” you say in a dismissive tone, making it your mission to look anywhere but his face. You settle on the flower painting on the wall behind him. Arthur notices the dismissiveness in your tone and your actions, but he still tries to keep the conversation going. So, he ignores it and keeps the smile on his lips. “I don't know about that; I have a feeling there's a lot to know about you.”

“Feelings can be wrong” You snapped as you finally looked at him, the two of you locked eyes. Arthur could tell that there was more to your words, a lot more meaning. I want to find out, he thinks. “You don't like me, do you?”

“Is it that obvious?” You ask him sarcastically with a bitter tone as you tilt your head. Arthur stills for a moment and all the confidence he had going into the conversation with you disappears, at the sound of the bitterness in your tone. King Arthur had told him you would not be happy about the betrothal, but he didn't think you would be this difficult, especially with him being so nice to you. Is it going to be like this every time we talk? he thinks with a disappointed sigh.

“Anything else?” You snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Your friend uhtred, I saw him walk into the king's study” Arthur spoke with little emotion in his tone, it was obvious you didn't want this…he wasn't going to try so hard for nothing. He was tired of making the first move, one day you were going to realize that whether the two of you like it or not, you will be wed. He will just have to wait until you're willing to try, or when you're in a better mood.

“Uhtred? He’s here?” your stone-cold persona dropped as soon as his words came out. Chills of shock run through your body, and you find yourself dropping your arms to your side, your grip on your book loosening. Uhtred, the Uhtred who you thought of as a brother was here in Winchester, in the castle? I have to see him.

“The King doesn't want anyone to know yet, but I thought you should know. I know you guys were close, you must have missed him” he tells you in a soft tone, offering you one smaller smile before leaving you. You stood there for a few moments as you watched him walk away, you watched as his strong posture faltered and his hand moved up to rub the back of his neck.

There was no denying that you felt bad about how you treated him, he went out of his way to tell you that Uhtred was back. He told you when the king told him that no one must know. He did that for you and all you did was treat him unkindly. You don't let yourself stand there guilty for much longer. I have to see Uhtred.

You rushed down the hall towards the king's study, holding onto your dress so you won't trip. Your footsteps echo through the hallway, you make an abrupt stop as you turn the corner to the hallway that leads to the king's study. Just as you turn the corner the door at the end of the hallway opens and out steps steapa and matthew, following them is Uhtred.

You hold your breath and your eyes immediately water at the sight, you pay no attention to steapa and Matthew, you just look straight at uhtred. You couldn't believe it. You watch as he looks up from the ground, he has a look of anger on his face but when he notices you standing at the other end of the hallway, his face softens, and his eyes widen.

Before you could think, your legs were already rushing towards him, and he met you halfway. You closed your eyes as you threw your arms around his shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief when you felt that he was truly there, he's really here. Uhtred wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close. The pain he felt when you jumped in his arms did not compare to the feeling of relief that he was feeling, you were okay, you were safe. Uhtred tightens his hold on you and just closes his eyes and relishes in the moment. you were really here.

“Oh Uhtred” You sniffle out, a few tears slowly rolling down your cheeks, you had imagined this moment for months, but this was better than anything you could have imagined. To have him really back. One of his hands moves to cup the back of your head. His heart hurts when he hears you sniffles of sadness, he whispers soothingly “Shh, it's okay little flower, don't cry.”

“I didn't think i would ever see you again” You cried quietly, your hold on him not loosening. You were afraid to let go, afraid that if you let go of him, he would disappear. Matthew and steapa watch from afar, both of their hearts warm at the heartfelt reunion.

“It's okay y/n, i'm here now.”

But for how long was the real question?

Uhtred didn't stay long. You got the answer to your question. You tried to be understanding, you knew that what he was going to do was important, important to the king and important to him. But you couldn't help but feel a little upset that he left you so soon. I didn't have enough time with him. After the two of you reunited, you spent the next few hours together talking. Well, more like you talked and he listened. You refrained from telling him about Arthur, you didn't want to ruin the moment. You were surprised when he told you that Lady Gisela was here with him, you would have to see her soon, you missed her.

He then left you after he promised to see you soon, the next time you saw him was the next day when he was getting ready to leave. You found out two new things that morning, he was leaving, and he had gotten married. You were hurt by the new information. Hurt that he was leaving so soon and hurt that you weren't invited to his and lady Gisela's wedding. But like you said, you tried to be understanding.

It's okay y/n, he’ll be back soon. You think to yourself as you stand by Lady Aethelflaed’s side, watching as Uhtred and his company leave Winchester. You glance at Gisela who's watching Uhtred leave, a look of sadness on her face. You truly felt for her, her husband just got back, and now he's leaving. You glance at Aethelflaed to see her watching Uhtred go, a look of adoration on her face. Your eyes widened, she looked lovestruck. How interesting.

You glance back at Uhtred, and you can't help but feel a little emotional as you watch him ride out of sight. You let out a sigh before turning around and walking back into the castle, Matthew following behind you. Both of you were feeling quite down at the moment, you because of Uhtred and him because of Hild..he would never say it aloud, but you knew the truth.

“Are you alright my lady?” Matthew asks behind you, his voice gentle and worried. You sigh and fold your arms in front of you as you walk towards the gardens in the back of the castle, in the need of some solace.

“I’m just tired Matthew, I’m just tired.”

The next day you spent your morning eating breakfast alone in your room, you didn't go out to the garden, instead you read in your quiet room. You didn't really want to see anyone; you also didn't want to run into Arthur. You knew you had to talk to Arthur soon, you had to apologize. But you just weren't ready for that.

You were peacefully reading until Matthew knocked on your door and let you know that Lady Gisela would like to see you in the village. For a second you considered declining, you were in no mood to be around anyone. But it was Lady Gisela, she knew no one here, she probably felt so alone and out of place. So, you told Matthew yes and you got out of your bed and walked towards your door.

Matthew greeted you with a small smile when you opened your door, and you greeted him back with a smile of your own, a weak smile. Matthew grew a little worried, he didn't want you to go back to how you were months ago. He wouldn't let that happen, not again. The two of you walked in silence through the castle and to the steps at the entrance of the castle. Standing there at the bottom of the steps was Lady Gisela, a smile forming on her lips when she sees you approaching her. She had missed you.

“Y/n! thank you for joining me” Gisela beamed as she pulled you into her arms for a hug. You smile softly and hug her back, relaxing into her comforting embrace. After a few moments you pull away and link your arm in hers, the negative feelings you felt earlier were slowly leaving you. “Thank you for inviting me, it will be nice getting out of the castle.”

“Do you not leave often?” Gisela asks you as the two of you start walking, Matthew walking a few steps behind you. Lady Gisela thought about you a lot through the eight months, like others she was worried about you and how you were taking this change. So, she was happy to see that you were okay, well at least seemed to be okay.

“Me and Matthew go on walks out of the castle quite a lot, sometimes aethelflaed joins us. But I haven't really had a chance these past few days” you tell her, and she smiles at your words.

“So, tell me, how has it been living back here in Winchester?”

“It's definitely been different since the last time I was here, I lived carefree. But now it's…oh never mind” You let out an annoyed sigh when you couldn't put your feelings in words. Gisela frowns and squeezes your arm reassuringly and when you look at her, she gives you a comforting smile.

“It's okay y/n, just tell me what's on your mind” Gisela said softly as she looked at your side profile. What was bothering you so much? She wonders.

“I am betrothed to Arthur of Mercia” you say quickly before you could stop yourself, you needed to get this off your chest. There was no one else you could talk to about this. You didn't look at Gisela when she gasped at your words, you just kept walking. Gisela’s eyes widen at your words “What? When did this happen?”

“The king told me the day I came back” You frowned as you looked back on that day, so much sadness and heartbreak. Everything changed that day.

“And how do you feel about this?” Gisela frowned as well, she had an idea on how you were feeling, and she knew it wasn't a good feeling. She continued to rub your arm reassuringly as the two you walked, she waited for your answer.

You let out a heavy breath before responding. “I feel a lot of things, but it doesn't matter how I feel, the king has made it clear that it's my duty to marry, my duty to marry Arthur.”

“Oh y/n, have you told Uhtred? If you are not happy with this you know Uhtred will find a way to stop this” Gisela halted her steps, causing you to stop as well. Matthew stopped a few steps behind the two of you and he looked around, making sure there was no danger to you. You look away from her when you see the look of pity she gives you. I don't want pity; I want a way out of this betrothal.

“I didn't want him to worry” You shake your head no; you feared Uhtred might try to kill Arthur if he found out. I can't tell Uhtred, not yet. You move to continue walking but Lady Gisela stops you by gently holding onto your arms. You look at her and she gives you a look a look of sympathy and says “He will always worry about you y/n, you know that.”

“If you ask him to get you out of the betrothal, he will do everything he can to get you out of it” Lady Gisela tells you, her tone serious. You nod and continue walking, Gisela walking by your side. You think about her words, Uhtred has made it clear that he would do anything for you. Would he hurt Arthur? Would he argue with the king? Would he take you away from the castle? You didn't know what he would do, but you knew that what he would do, no matter what it is, would only cause more problems. I didn't want that. I just want my life back to the way it used to be.

“That's what I’m afraid of” You mumble to yourself as the two of you continue walking. Was there a way to save me from this situation, without things getting bad? There is no way King Alfred would give up on this betrothal, it meant so much for him…well it meant so much for England. You weren't stupid you knew why this was happening, it was for alliances, it was for resources. It wasn't for love.

It would be love if it was sihtric…

“Who is it?” Her calming voice broke you out of your sad thoughts about your lost lover. You tilt your head and give her a confused look. “What do you mean?”

“I can see it in your eyes, you're in love. So, who is it?” Lady Gisela repeats her question, watching your side profile for your reaction. So much has happened, she felt bad that she wasn't there to help you with it. Matthew, who overheard the question, stiffened.

“It’s…it’s sihtric” You whisper to her with a flustered smile. This was the first time you said it aloud. You of course thought about it, you thought about it a lot. But saying it out loud, it made it more real. God, you missed him, every day you wished that you had more time with him.

“Sihtric?” She repeats his name as she slows down her steps. She had a feeling there was something going on between the two of you, but still. She had hoped you didn't say his name when she asked you.

“Yes, sihtric he’s- Gisela what's wrong?” You ask her when you noticed she stopped walking with you. She holds onto your forearm and looks at you with sympathy, she didn't know how to tell you this. “Oh y/n i…”

“What is it?” You give her a confused look, but you start to worry when you notice the look on her face. Why is she looking at me like that? you think anxiously. Matthew took a step forward to the two ladies’, concerned as well.

“I’m sorry y/n, before I left, I saw him with a woman…they were quite close” Gisela tells you in a soft tone, hoping that it would break the news to you easier. Matthews's grip tightens on the hilt of his sword and his jaw clenched in anger at her words. You felt your arms drop to your side and your heart stop at her words. No no no, sihtric he wouldn't do that, he wouldn't do that to me. You didn't think you knew words to describe how you were feeling at that moment, all that you could say was a quiet and emotionless “Oh.”

“I could be wrong, sihtric is a good man, he wouldn't do that to you” Lady Gisela says quickly, feeling terrible when she sees the storm of sadness in your eyes, but the emotionless look on your face. She couldn't just not tell you; she couldn't do that to you. But like Gisela said, sihtric is a good man, he wouldn't do that to you, right? Did she see wrong?

“Are you sure it was him?” You ask her in a weak tone, your eyes begging her to realize that she did see wrong. You don't think you could handle another heartbreak, not like this. You move your hand to your side, finding it hard to breathe with the tight dress and your panicky state. I’m not okay, everything is not okay, I can't do this anymore.

“Yes…but like i said, i could be wrong” Gisela tells you, but you don't focus on her words, in fact you couldn't really focus on anything. It felt as if you were stuck and everything was moving past you, you were stuck…you were alone. You started to feel overwhelmed and started to breathe heavily as the sounds around you got too loud and the sound of your heartbeat was pounding through your ears. I need to get out of here.

“I apologize Lady Gisela, I'm not feeling too well, I should retire to my room” You weakly voice out, your eyes averting to the dirt ground they were standing on. You couldn't look at her, you couldn't let her see how hurt you were. I don't want anyone to see me like this.

“Oh, of course. I hope you feel better” Gisela tells you with a worried smile, she wanted to say more, to have you stay with her, but she just didn't know what to say. She knew you were feeling heartbroken, you needed some space. You don't wait for her to say anything else before you turn around and walk back to the castle, your dress ruffling against your legs as you walk quickly. You averted your eyes from Matthew when you passed him, Matthew was right, sihtric wasn't good for me.

Every step you took your heart pounded harder in your ears and your heart broke even more. You bring your shaky hand to wipe off a tear that escaped from your watery eyes before anyone could see it. Like Lady Gisela said, she could be wrong about sihtric.

But it was too late, the doubt had already sunk in.

You didn't know what to do. You had become so dependent on the thought that sihtric cared for you too, that you were special to him. So, hearing Lady Gisela's words really hurt, in ways you weren't prepared for. Did I really spend these eight months being heartbroken for a guy that didn't even care about me? You think bitterly as you stare down at the bush of flowers.

You have been in the garden for an hour or so. After you left Gisela you went to your room, and cried in your bed until your cheeks became sore, but you soon felt trapped in your room and with your thoughts. So, you decided to take a visit to the gardens. It was difficult to convince Matthew to let you go on your own, but he reluctantly agreed when he saw your watery eyes. You needed to be alone, in a place you felt comfortable. You had a lot to think about.

There was a part of you that believed that Lady Gisela simply saw wrong and that he cared about you. But the other part of you knew that he was a man, and you have heard many stories about man and how unfaithful they are. Sihtric wasn't like that, he was different right? He had to be. You were so caught up in your depressing thoughts that you didn't hear the upcoming footsteps, you only noticed that someone joined you, when they sat by your side on the stone bench.

You wipe your cheeks, making sure there was no evidence of you crying before you looked up at the person sitting next to you. You sniffle and tilt your head to see the side profile of Arthur. He was looking down at the bush of flowers, his hands folded in his lap, and he had an emotionless look on his face. But when he feels your stare, he turns his head to look at you, giving you a small smile. He had noticed your red eyes, but he didn't say anything about it.

“I’ve been looking for you, Lady Aethelflaed said I would find you here. It's a nice spot” Arthur mused as he looked around the garden, he had seen this place many times, simply just walking past or walking through. He's never really spent any time there, he can see why you like it. He had seen you on the same bench the two of you were sitting on, many times before. He just never had the courage to talk to you, you always looked so content. He didn't want to ruin that.

“It is very peaceful” You voiced out quietly, taking a deep breath, smelling the many scents of the flowers that surrounded the two of you. It truly was peaceful. You look towards the willow tree that gave the bench you were sitting on, shade. It was a hot evening, but the shade made the weather feel perfect. Arthur watched your side profile, watching as you close your eyes for a second to take another deep breath. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful.

“I wanted to apologize” Arthur started as he broke the silence. You look away from the willow tree and to him, a confused look on your face. When you see the sincerity in his blue eyes you can't help but feel guilty. You cut him off quickly, before he can say anything else. “You have nothing to apologize for Arthur”

“I should be the one apologizing, i have done nothing but treat you terribly when all you have done was treat me nicely” You continued, you tone soft and guilty. You couldn't look into his eyes anymore, you felt guilty for the way you treated him. You look down at your lap where your fidgeting hands rested. You clear your throat before you look back up, tilting your head and locking eyes with blue eyes. “I really am sorry Arthur.”

“I forgive you y/n, and I understand why you did” He nodded, giving you a reassuring smile. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. How could he be so understanding? So sweet? I wouldn't be if i were him you thought.

“A person with no sight could see that you aren't happy with this betrothal” Arthur began after he let out a tired sigh. You look down at your lap again, feeling bad. He was right. Arthur continues, his tone kind and promising.

“I know I am not the person you want to marry, but I promise I will try to be someone you would actually like to be around.”

“I don't hate you Arthur” You spoke softly, as you shook your head no. His words had comforted you in a way you didn't expect. But your words were true, you didn't hate him. He was kind, understanding, and handsome. You couldn't hate him, you tried to…but you just couldn't. Things would be easier if I did.

“You just hate the thought of being with me” he says straightforwardly. Arthur watches as your lips part and your eyes soften, he knew he was right. And it hurts. He really wanted you to like him, because he liked you. He barely knew you, but the things he had heard about you, he liked. There was just something about you, your aura.

“Arthur I-”

“It's okay y/n, I understand. I really do” he tells you with a nod and fake smile, his tone a lot sadder than he wanted it to. He looked away from you and back to the bush of flowers, beautiful purple violets. He loved violets, he had a feeling you liked them to.

“Can, can we start over?” You broke the silence with your hopeful tone. You knew that there wasn't a way to stop you and his betrothal, so there was no reason to keep up this stone-cold act anymore. The hope you had was gone, just like sihtric. It's time for me to move on. His eyes widen at your words, and his look of shock turns to a content smile. “I'd like that.”

“Friends?” Arthur asks you with his charming smile, holding his hand out for you to shake, his eyes not leaving yours. A laugh escapes your lips, and you offer him a smile of your own, shaking his hand. I'd like that.

“Friends”

note: sadly no sihtric in this part :( but that’s okay, he will be back in the next part! I’m sorry for all the angst but like it was needed 😫

This is definitely not my best writing, but I just wanted to get this out as fast as I could. like I said at the top note, I was really struggling with this part. I rewrote it like 2 times.

The next chapter will be the three year time skip, and just a warning! Reader will be different, it’s been three years a lot will have changed for her, and her relationship with sihtric will also be different. I hope you guys are excited cause I’m lowkey worried about writing the next part (I have no idea what’s going to happen, genuinely)

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Can I make a request. Can you please write a fic where Emily and Aaron on the bed cuddling and discussing everything. How they fell in love how they thought they’ll never get a chance and how admired each other from distance. Fic where they just remember everything 🥰 thank you 🫶

I love this idea! <3

This came out REAL fluffy haha, so I hope you enjoy it bestie!

-x-

Our Story

Aaron tells a story to try and lull his newborn daughter to sleep.

If only his wife would stop interrupting him.

-x-

Warnings: so incredibly fluffy so please floss afterwards

Words: 2.5k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily sighs contentedly as she stands under the stream of hot water, her eyes closed as she lets the last of the body wash slip away from her skin. She was exhausted, so tired she thinks she might actually fall asleep standing up if she stayed in the shower too much longer. As she turns off the water, the white noise gives way to the sound of crying from the bedroom and the deep timbre of her husband’s voice, and she blows out a breath.

Violet was six days old, a tiny little thing who hated sleep and loved to be held by one of her parents - her mother if she had her way, which meant that the five minute shower Emily had just had was nothing short of a luxury. Aaron had gently nudged her towards the bathroom, Violet tiny and safe against his chest as he shifted back and forth on his feet, trying to lull their newborn to sleep. He was exhausted too, insistent on being there for the baby as much as she was, bringing her snacks and water whenever she had to nurse, keeping her and Violet company in the middle of the night even when she told him he could go to sleep.

Even though they’d barely slept since their daughter was born, and a few weeks prior because of how uncomfortable Emily was at the end of her pregnancy, she knew they’d never been happier. It was a life she’d always wanted, one she’d never dared to dream she’d ever get. Her happiness so intertwined with Aaron, Jack and Violet’s that she knew it could never be untangled, the four of them stitched together like the world's finest tapestry.

She groans as she pulls on her pjyamas - a pair of Aaron’s sweatpants since hers still didn’t fit, and a nursing t-shirt and bra - her body still sore and aching from labour. She grimaces as she wipes steam from the mirror, her reflection making her recoil slightly. Her hair, which she hadn’t had the energy to clean, was piled on top of her head in a bun, and the bags under her eyes were so dark she knew if she even bothered to put make-up on they wouldn’t be covered.

“Well,” she says to herself, plucking at the material of her t-shirt, scrunching her nose up at how it gathered around curves she still wasn’t used to, “That’s as good as it’s going to get I guess.”

She stretches, grimacing again at the way her whole body feels like it hurts, and yawns again before she takes a deep breath, called towards the bedroom by her daughter’s cries, an ever present ache she seemed to have in her arms these days when she wasn’t holding her. She smiles as she opens the door and her eyes meet Aaron’s.

He’s pacing back and forth in their bedroom, talking softly to Violet, his lips against her dark hair as he whispers things only she can hear. He’s got her secure to his chest, his hand bigger than her back, and Emily thinks she has never loved him more than she does in moments like this.

“Look Vi,” he says, smiling at Emily as he talks slightly louder so she can hear him over Violet’s cries, “Mommy is back,” he turns his attention to his wife, “You could have stayed in there longer, we would have been fine.”

She smiles and walks over, resting her head on his shoulder to look down at her little girl as she wraps her arms around her husband, “I know you would have been,” she says, kissing him through the material of his shirt, “But I think if I stayed in there any longer I would have fallen asleep.”

Aaron chuckles as he turns his head to capture her lips in a kiss, smiling as he pulls back from her, “You look beautiful.”

She presses her lips together as she blushes, shaking her head at him, “Usually I’d be mad at you for lying to me,” she says, trailing her fingers through his hair, “But right now I think I love you for it.”

“Not a lie,” he says, kissing her again, “You’re always beautiful,” he insists, and she rolls her eyes, but she’s cut off by Violet crying sharply, seemingly fed up about still being in Aaron’s arms when Emily is right there, “Okay, princess,” Aaron says, kissing the baby’s temple, “I get it, Mommy is back so you want to go back to your favourite person,” he looks at Emily, “Want to get into bed and I’ll hand her to you?”

She nods and walks over, groaning in discomfort as she climbs under the covers and rests her back against the headboard. She smiles lovingly at Aaron as concern splashes across his face. He’d never been any good at seeing her in pain, and he’d been a wreck when she was in labour, no matter how much he tried to hide it from her, but he’d never wavered. Always exactly what she needed him to be - both her physical and mental support as she brought their daughter into the world.

“I’m fine,” she says, reaching out for Violet, smiling as he passes her over, “I had a baby less than a week ago.”

“I know,” he replies, climbing into bed next to her, smiling at the sight of his two girls together, “I was there - I’m the one whose hand you almost broke.”

She shakes her head at him and rests Violet against her chest, making sure she’s as settled as she can be. She’s stopped crying now, but she’s awake, stubborn in a way both of her parents would spend their lives insisting was the fault of each other.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he says, looking down at Violet, and Emily hums in response.

“You should carry on talking,” Emily says quietly, “Your voice settles her I think,” she looks up at him, smiling softly as their eyes meet, “Or at least it always did when she still lived inside of me.”

He smiles at the thought of it. He’d spent months talking to her belly, laying his head level with Emily’s bump as she sat up in bed and read her book. He’d tell Violet about anything and everything, and Emily always swore she moved less when he was talking, as if the deep timbre of his voice soothed her.

“What should I talk about?” He asks, shifting closer and resting his arm over his wife’s shoulders, letting her lean against him.

Emily shrugs as she tilts her head to look at him, a yawn escaping her as she replies, “Don’t ask me I think my brain is shutting down from lack of sleep,” she says, smiling when he kisses her, “What were you talking about before I came in?”

Aaron clears his throat, something close to embarrassment flooding his chest, which is only enhanced when his wife tilts her head at him curiously, “I was telling her about us.”

Even if she wanted to, Emily wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from smiling. There were moments when he’d still surprise her, when this soft side of him that belonged to her and their children would come out and it would take her breath away. It was a type of affection she would have once thought he wasn’t capable of, a part of himself he would only allow to be seen by those he trusted and loved the most. A type of affection she knew he would always partially see as a weakness, the blood of the man who had taught him as such running through his veins.

It was a privilege to be loved by him and a privilege to love him, and she knew she’d spend the rest of her life trying to be worth every second of it.

“What about us?” She asks, her voice soft as she makes it clear she isn’t making fun of him, that she genuinely wants to know. He sighs and kisses her temple, giving himself a second to breathe her in before he speaks again.

“About how we met, how we fell in love and had her.”

Her smile gets wider as she looks down at Violet, the baby awake but quiet, and then she looks back at her husband, “Did you tell her that you hated me at first?”

He rolls his eyes as he always does when she says that, “I didn’t hate you, Em,” he says, placing his hand over hers on Violet’s back, “I never hated Mommy.”

“He just didn’t trust me.”

He raises his eyebrow at his wife, “Are you going to let me tell the story or not?”

She presses her lips together to stop herself from laughing and she nods, “Of course, honey. Sorry.”

He shakes his head lovingly, “Now where was I before Mommy came out here and interrupted us,” he says thoughtfully, reaching out to run his knuckles over Violet’s soft cheek, “Oh yes, so Mommy came back from Paris, and she was sad because she’d missed the team-”

“You got to Paris already?” She asks, interrupting without meaning to as she furrows her brows, “I was only in the shower for five minutes.”

“I had to skip over a lot of it,” he says completely seriously, as if Violet had the means to understand anything they were saying, “It’s too much violence for a 6-day-old.”

She nods, understanding his reasoning and she snuggles back into his side, her head against his shoulder. It was a part of their history that she wanted to forget anyway, no matter how much it had brought them together. The similarities of what they had experienced painful and difficult, and she knew if she could she’d go back in time and save him from any of it - even if it meant she didn’t have him now.

She knew he’d do the same for her, that they loved each other enough they’d sacrifice their own happiness if it meant the other had never been hurt in the way they had.

“Mommy came home from Paris,” he says, starting again, “And she was sad but wasn’t hiding it very well, at least she wasn’t hiding it from me. So I asked her to tell me when she was having a bad day and that I’d help.”

“When Daddy says ‘asks’ he means ‘told’, sweet girl,” Emily says, kissing the top of Violet’s head, “Keep that in mind for when you’re older and he ‘asks’ you to be home by your curfew.”

“Then she started to spend more time with Jack and I,” he says, carrying on like she hadn’t interrupted. “We went to the park, to the zoo, your brother loves the zoo, princess, so I hope you’re ready to spend a lot of time there. And then one evening, after Jack went to bed and Mommy and I were having dinner in my old apartment - she kissed me.”

“You kissed me!” She exclaims, her outrage briefly overtaking her desire to settle her little girl down, her mouth hanging open as Aaron dares to smirk at her.

It was something they’d bickered over ever since they told the team they were together. Penelope asked who kissed who, which one of them had finally made the move they’d all seen coming, and they’d both demanded it was each other. She smiles as she shakes her head at him, both of them secretly aware it didn’t matter.

That kiss had changed both of their lives for the better.

“We’ll continue to agree to disagree on that one,” he says leaning in to kiss her almost as if to prove his point. He smiles as he looks down, spotting that Violet is now mostly asleep, her tiny fist wrapped tightly in the neckline of Emily’s shirt. He knows he can technically stop now, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to finish telling their story, “After that, we realised how much we love each other. So Mommy moved in with me and Jack, and then I asked her to marry me and she said yes,” he smiles as Emily kisses his jaw, everything she didn’t quite have the words first the moment in the tender affection, “Then we got married in Uncle Dave’s backyard. It was one of the best days of my life.”

“One of the best days?” Emily asks teasingly, tilting her head to look up at him, her eyebrow raised. He carefully removes his hand from Violet’s back and cups Emily’s cheek, leaning in to kiss her, smiling into it as he presses his forehead against hers.

“Tied in top place with when Jack was born and Vi,” he says, talking to her directly now, “And when you called me at work to tell me we were having her,” he turns his attention back to a now fully sleeping Violet, “Mommy doesn’t cry a lot,” he says, smiling as Emily somehow finds a way to pinch his side even though she’s holding Violet tightly, “But I had to go to work early and she was here. She took a test and she called me in tears, she didn’t make any sense. I rushed back here thinking she was hurt and then she told me about you.”

“You should have seen him sweet girl,” Emily says, kissing the top of her head, “He was so out of breath I thought he’d run all the way home,” she looks at her daughter, smiling when she sees her mouth slack open, “She’s asleep.”

“I know,” Aaron says, running his hand up and down Emily’s arm, “Want me to put her down in her bassinet? Let you get some sleep?”

She hums, tightening her hold on her daughter. Even though she was exhausted she didn’t want to let her baby go - even just to let her husband lay her down just a few feet away

“In a minute,” she says, closing her eyes as she rests her head back on his shoulder, “I just want to sit here for a minute.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says, “Whatever you want.”

They fall into a peaceful silence, a rare commodity in their home these days, and they enjoy it, letting it lay over them like a warm blanket.

“Aaron?”

He turns to look at her, keeping his voice as quiet as she had, not wanting to disturb their sleeping baby, “Yes, Em?”

“Our story is my favourite.”

He smiles so widely she thinks it must hurt, and she does the same, her cheeks aching with a type of happiness she thought wasn’t real. The stuff of stories and tales told to children to make them seek it out, only to be disappointed when they grew up. But she had it right within reach, wrapped around every single part of her life.

He leans in and kisses her, pulling back just far enough to speak.

“It’s my favourite too.”

-x-

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ovaryacted · 1 month

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Ok ok ok, so…hear me out. (TW: death, and suicide at the end)

Let’s just say Leon’s kids (maybe they’re a teen at this point) ends up captured by some evil bioweapon lab. The ransom note is essentially ‘leave us alone to do our science or we kill your kid’

I can see this playing out two ways.

The first, Leon tears apart the world. He sees red and essentially blacks out until he’s reunited with his child/ren. He’s awake for the entire time it takes to find them. The only time he actually ‘rests’ is when his body physically crashes and passes out. Even then, he gets nightmares. What if they’re too late and his kid/s become twisted creatures? What if they’re already dead? What if he has to put a bullet in his own precious baby because they were reduced to a shambling zombie, just like RC?

He wakes up screaming. Crying. Sobbing.

Even if he gets to them in time, they’re undoubtedly traumatized. They won’t be child/Ren anymore. They would have been exposed to how fucked the world really is. He starts thinking he’s a failure. He’s failed to protect his kid/s. The ones he loved the most in the world have had their innocence ripped away.

But damnit, when he finds them, you bet your ass he’s not letting them go. He hugs them tightly. Almost too tightly. Leon starts sobbing. They’re unharmed. Untouched by evil science.

When it comes to the escape, he holds their hand. It doesn’t matter how old they are, he’s going to hold onto SOMETHING. They aren’t coming out of his sight ever again. Not after this.

Second scenario, Leon IS too late.

He sees what USED to be his kid/s. If he stared hard enough he could see them, under the shambling, the growling. They were still in there somewhere.

But he was too late. Even if they could get a cure, the damage was done. His child/ren were gone.

The world goes quiet for Leon. His only focus would be on them. All he could hear is his own heartbeat. After he ends their pain, I don’t think he’d go home.

The official report be KIA, but anyone else who was on the mission would know the truth. Leon didn’t want to live without his kid/s.

BUT THEN ITS ALL A NIGHTMARE BECAUSE I MADE MYSELF SAD TYPING THIS AHHHH IM SORRY

cw: religious imagery, mentions of gore and violence, suicide attempt

Hey, angsty anon, I know you remember sending this to me when I was at work and it fucking upset me but I said I would make it worse...well I'm making it a tad bit worse by adding my thoughts to this. Apologies in advance, and of course if you don't want to read some sad shit, don't read it. (I was half asleep writing this so my bad lolz)

I think Leon's family becoming involved in the horrors of bioterrorism, the very thing he's trying so hard to protect his loved ones from, is one of his biggest fears. In this field, he's seen people he cared about, good people, who were abandoned by those meant to protect them and had to alter their bodies to try to feel control. Although Leon does everything to ensure his family is protected, he still falls short when his child gets taken away by an enemy and is used as collateral.

The entire aspect of finally being able to have a life gets to Leon. To have a chance to settle down and have a family of his own which is now being threatened, turns Leon into this vindictive monster just motivated by revenge. On prior missions, he's usually calculated and knows what to do, where to go, and what to bring. But now that his child is involved, his own flesh and blood, yeah he blacks out for most of the mission and is going off of instinct.

He doesn't give his partner much of an explanation when he just says he's going to leave and that he knows he's going to bring his family back together. He can't promise anything, can't promise if he'll come back in one piece or at all, but he will bring his child back home. If being a federal agent working in bioterrorism has taught him anything, is that not everyone comes back. Sometimes he just gets lucky and the cycle repeats.

Leon does not sleep, does not eat, and much less gives a shit about his own safety and health. As far as he knows, he's on a witch hunt to kill the bastard that threatened his family and his happiness. The entire time he's trying to get his child back, his mind goes back to the horrors of all of his missions. He thinks back to the fear he felt in trying to save Sherry, he remembers the way his mind went all hazy on his mission to Spain and saved the president's daughter.

It's all the same. But it has to be different right?

He doesn't consider himself to be a religious person, he used to be back in his youth. But as this rogue mission goes on longer and longer and he spends more time without his child, he starts to silently pray that they're alive, that they haven't been ruined like everything else in this rotten world.

Let's say he does find his kid in one piece, scared and traumatized, probably tucked into a corner in a dingy cell in some run down lab. Leon wrapped his arms around them, apologizing over and over again, looking for forgiveness, and blaming himself for putting his child in danger simply because of the life he was forced to live.

He does get back home in one piece with his child in his arms and eliminates any other possible and future threats so he never has to worry about that again. The people who even think about hurting his family will regret ever doing so. As long as his child is safe and back at home, he thinks he's achieved the impossible and is protecting all that he holds dear.

But let's go on the opposite end of the spectrum. What will happen if Leon doesn't get there in time? If he finds his child turned into some monster as revenge? It would tear him apart, and he will consider this to be his karma for even wanting a better life for himself, a life he doesn't deserve. The person or thing in front of Leon wasn't his child anymore, it was a mess of torn-up limbs and cut skin, and he couldn't feel his child's presence anymore.

His soul is empty as he raises his gun to shoot towards the monster, putting them out of their misery, and the last bit of humanity Leon has left goes with the dead body hitting the ground. He still has a mission to complete, a society to protect, so he focuses on that and refuses to give himself a moment of grieve.

Later he says, I have time later.

He's detached from his reality throughout the remaining time he gives himself to finish off this mission, his last mission. When all the threats are eliminated, he walks around aimlessly, his spirit has run dry and he knows the gaping hole in his chest is too much of a burden to handle. He doesn't cry, he's done enough crying in his life and frankly, he doesn't have any more tears to give.

I've failed. I've failed you. I'm sorry.

The words repeat in his head and he pretends his significant other somehow gets the message that he's not coming back home. He wonders if God will come to save him from this blasphemy, but this is the price he had to pay for having too much blood on his hands, blood he did not want to have.

His hand is steady as he puts the gun to his temple, finger on the trigger and he hears it click, nothingness comes right after. He doesn't feel pain, doesn't feel much of anything, and surprisingly he feels calm...at peace.

Things can't be different. Not this time.

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 3 months

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Okay Radio Guard Charlie deep dive written by a tired, about to pass out college student, wooo.

So this is probs gonna be long so fair warning.

To start off, Charlie, canonically in Radio Guard, barely remembers her mom (yes I am going down the super angsty route since I like to torment myself and it adds extra angst drama flare). As a trade off, Charlie has a better relationship with Lucifer so compared to other Charlies probably.

That said, it did take awhile for Lucifer to come back into the picture, so for a good while, Alastor was her sole caretaker. Like mentioned in a previous ask/lore dump, Alastor was there for a lot of core memories. And because of that, Alastor did influence a lot. Besides the stuff I mentioned before, Charlie grew up learning to play the piano. She also grew up listening to Alastor's radio show, a lot (due to a headcanon that, by Lucifer's permission or not, a study was transformed into Alastor's own personal radio studio in the castle so he could keep an eye on Charlie easier). Because of the radio show, she grew up hearing stories of Alastor's past and what he did, although she only got the full picture when she got older and Alastor felt comfortable sharing the full stories with her (graphic details and all, only if she said she could stomach them). One of the many fond memories Charlie has is falling asleep in Alastor's arms while he was doing a radio show when she was still young and waking up briefly, barely half awake, to hear Alastor speak without his radio filter and how calming and kind it sounded (she also remembers how tired he sounded but how warm his smile was. And while she knows Alastor will deny it, she vaguely remembers Alastor kissing the top of her head like how a father would with his child when she was drifting back to sleep).

Charlie personality wise is pretty much the same. She is still bubbly and happy, but not as naive as her canon self. I think, again with Alastor influence (with some of Lucifer's influence too), I think Charlie knows there are some sinners out there who just, cannot be redeemed to save their lives. It was a hard lesson for her but it was a lesson she needed to learn. I also think in a weird way, Alastor's weird sense of justice probably rubbed off onto Charlie. She doesn't agree with his methods (i.e brutally killing, torturing, and broadcasting a sinner's screams on his show), but like she gets why he does the things he does too. But even then, she still asks him to go easy on people and try to be open-minded (fun fact: the ONLY reason Alastor didn't snap Radio Guard!Vox like a twig in a blind rage when they reunited was because of Charlie asking Alastor to not hurt him and to give him a chance. That is mainly because Charlie was very in the dark about Alastor and Vox's relationship prior, but even if she knew, she would still ask Alastor to give Vox a chance since Vox didn't seem so bad).

Other stuff to note and add to! Like mentioned in a previous ask/lore dump, Charlie knows old songs. The three she remembers the most is: Daisy Bell, The Teddy Bear’s Picnic and Tiptoe Through the Tulips. Daisy Bell is kind of more angsty reason (i.e, it's a song she always heard Alastor sing but never got why he sang it until one day in the hotel she overheard Vox singing a few of the lyrics to himself). She has a record player where she plays a lot of old music or jazz. She does actually have a radio, it's a small little portable one, that is more of a 1940s model then 20s or 30s (she saw it in the window of a store one day and begged Alastor to get it for her when they were going on a walk). For a good bit of time, growing up, she spoke solely in 1920s to 1930s slang. Alastor found it funny, Husk did not. They begged her stop though when she kept demanding giggle juice, as giggle juice is booze and she thought it was just juice that made you happy. (Alastor voice: It does but you are like 9, so, you cant have it. /j).

As for clothing style, if you remember her pilot outfit, the one with the suspenders and that is black and white. Yeah that is just her canon outfit now. She wears a lot of suspenders and more masc 1920s clothing. Alastor helped her pick out the clothes when she asked if she could wear clothes similar to his era and he was happy to help (and he will deny he cried tears of joy, no rosie, you have no photo evidence of that, what do you mean?). She even has a cute little news boy cap to match her outfit! I also think Radio Guard Charlie's hair is either shorter or always in a updo, like a messy bun!

(and smacking this near the end, while writing this, i took a small break and got notified of the fic with radio guard alastor and just, chef's kiss, I love it. 10 out of 10 fanfic anon!)

-⚔️ anon

LORE LORE LORE

Alastor's comment on the "giggle juice" had me laughing for several minutes ngl. I love love love the outfit you've come up with for her too

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aphroditesswan · 4 months

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Thanks!

So I have a black butler idea that you probably won't like cause it is sabciel BUT it's completely platonic like it's a father figure situation and not romantic at all

I was thinking about Ciel having a nightmare and waking up and screaming or something and sabastian helping him calm down and stuff? I'm really bad at explaining things

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ciel & sebastian

warnings: night terrors, sebaciel shippers dni i will actually starting rolling around on the floor if those nasty proshippers start following me

summary: ciel has always woken up from nightmares, usually falling asleep just a couple minutes later, but this time was slightly different.

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff ish

notes: i honestly did not know how to write this but this pushed me out of my comfort zone n it was so fun ALSO SORRY IVE BEEN LATE TO GET TO REQUEST my personal life is extremely busy, especially with family and school but i have this and another fic coming in 🙏🙏

Being the Earl Phantomhive wasn’t easy. The only (living) person who could speak from experience is of course the Young Earl, Ciel. He hadn’t much experience, but he was determined.

Determined and had his own help.

Restless nights were nothing to Ciel. Ever since his parent’s passing, waking up in a cold sweat is nothing new to him. In fact, he’s rather surprised if he manages to get a good nights rest.

He’s tried everything you could think of. Counting sheep, glasses of warm milk and tea to relax him, going through immense activities throughout the day to tire him. These all do nothing but make him wish for the bed that he so dreads sleeping in every night and curses in the morning.

Now was one of those nights. Thrashing, shaking, shivering, throwing around the blanket, tossing and turning in every way he could on the ginormous mattress in a room that didn’t belong to him a couple years prior.

His late parents room was a drastic change from his own.

It was certainly larger. Which meant more space. More cold, empty space that he never knew how to fill. Being head of the household wasn’t easy, you weren’t a child anymore, you had no reason to fill your desolate room with little toys and fun nicknacks from various corners of the world.

This nightmare, this one particular nightmare, haunted him like no other. One where he watches his parents, his home, everything he’s ever known burn to the ground. He dreads this dream, he waits eagerly for his body to wake itself up like it usually should. But it never does.

He continues to watch his home burn and collapse, the smoke from the flames going into his lungs and making it hard to breathe, even in the dream. He can feel himself choking, gasping for air, sweating and panicking with every crackle of the oversized fire engulfing his manor.

Suddenly, his world started shaking. His body, the trees around him, the entire scenery in his dream.

Then he woke up. Finally, he thought. He was sweating, the chill of his still cold and empty room not providing any aid to his already chilly state. But he felt a hand on his shoulder, a gentle one akin to his father’s.

“Young Master,, are you alright? You seem a bit shaken up.”

He looked over, squinting his eyes to see the figure of his butler looming over his bed with a candle where he sat.

“I’m,, I’m fine Sebastian.” He whispered out, for a moment forgetting this was his own manor where he could do what he wanted and speak how he wished.

“Come with me, Young Master.” Sebastian stood up straight, walking a bit then turning to face the boy, waiting for him to get up and follow suit.

For some reason, he wanted to, and he did. He stood up and walked behind Sebastian, following his own butler all the way down his own stairs. Sometimes he couldn’t believe that this was all his, that all of this was now under his name, not his father’s or grandfather’s or even a distant uncle’s. This was all his.

He found himself in the kitchen. Looking around, watching Sebastian pouring a glass of warm chamomile tea.

“Sebastian you know that’s no use.” He scoffed, all of this just a waste of time to him. “Now My Lord, we might as well try.”

The young earl took the cup reluctantly, drinking just a bit of it. He felt his butler just gazing at him, so he drank more out of pure awkwardness. Not because he wanted to, not because he butler had graciously added sugar to his tea, not because he had faith he wouldn’t go to sleep just to wake up to another nightmare, but because his butler annoyed him with the staring.

“There. Are you satisfied?” “Are you?” That was unprompted. What did that even mean? Ciel took a minute, just staring down into the cup with the tea leaves. Supposedly, they could read your future. He didn’t see much, he wasn’t trained in that field. He had also never believed in superstitions, even though an entire being whose existence defies humanity was standing only 3 maybe 4 feet in front of him.

“Yes Sebastian, I am. Now take me to bed.” He huffed, setting down the cup onto the counter. “Are you positive, young master?” “Don’t question me, Sebastian.”

“As you wish, my lord.” He walked Ciel up the stairs, following two to three steps behind him with a candle and standing by the door once he got to his room.

“Good night, my lord.” “Good night, Sebastian.” Ciel laid down, turning away from the door where Sebastian stayed for a moment, only a moment, before placing the candle down on the dresser. He bowed, although Ciel couldn’t see it, and shut the door. Ciel listened for the footsteps, hearing the clicking of shoes descend the stairs. He sat up, looking at the candle through the corner of his eyes. He wondered how such a small flame, something so minuscule compared to his still small stature, could take away everything he had ever known. He was there when his parents had passed, and there will be someone to watch him die as well.

im so sorry my req have been taking so longgg i’ve been so busy with christmas shopping and finals and studying but consider this and another fic that’s coming out BEFORE CHRISTMAS as a present 🥲🙏

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thespiderlingandthetinman · 1 year

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👀👀 just read your answer to my question and I'm excited to send a prompt 😌 StarkerFestivals is having a starkercest Winter Bingo so I randomly picked one and got Somnophilia. So somnophilia and starkercest 😈

WAAAH I’m sorry this took so long!! But THANK YOU for this prompt I loved writing every moment 😩❤️‍🔥

Warning: Dubious consent -> full consent, daddy kink, incest

Word Count: 4,328

It’s no secret how much Tony loves his boy, his only son from a once successful marriage. Peter was his pride and joy, especially after he’d won full custody over him years prior. Peter was 18 now and Tony had realized a few things as he’d watched his son grow. Tony supposed it was a mixture of being single and practically celibate for so long, having been focused solely on caring for Peter and giving him the best life he could. Spending so much of his time with his son had turned his innocent, fatherly love into something of a monster, something like infatuation and lust when he looked at his beautiful pale skin and dark brown eyes. Tony had had the pleasure of watching Peter grow into himself, watching as his voice dropped and his muscles grew in, as the goofy preteen turned into a mature young adult.

Tony had never intended to let those feelings be known, not to anyone, especially not Peter. He also never intended to act upon those feelings. That’s why he found himself in a precarious position, pressed up against his son’s backside in a hotel bed. They were halfway through a road trip to the Grand Canyon, resting for the night before they spent the whole day driving and sightseeing. Tony had internally cursed the front desk lady when she informed them that the only room available had just one bed. It’s not like he didn’t trust himself to sleep next to Peter, but the separation sure helped.

Tony had been fine up until their actual bedtime. He’d put himself a respectable distance from Peter and closed his eyes tight, hoping if he fell asleep fast enough he could forego the fantasies that usually plagued him before bed. He was wrong, dead wrong, because Peter seemed to have some ideas of his own, completely oblivious to the way his own father desired him. Tony hadn’t realized how weak he was. He couldn’t believe all it took was sharing a bed to get him to throw all of his morals out the window.

Peter was blissfully unaware of Tony’s feelings, full of genuine love for his dad. He loved how close they were and loved how spoiled Tony kept him. It wasn’t surprising when the younger boy scooted his butt back against his dad, wanting to feel his warmth behind him on such a cold night. “So cold in here,” he muttered, already sleepy as he pulled the sheets up to his chin. To Peter, this kind of affection was normal, never did he think the simple act of love meant something completely different for his dad.

Tony’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip to prevent any noises from escaping him. Peter had no idea what he was doing to him. Tony wanted to be a good man, ached to be better than he was, but even he was human. He couldn’t help the wonderful, tingly feeling he felt as Peter settled near, ass pressed to his groin. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” Tony said in return, barely stopping himself from snaking an arm around his son’s waist, keeping him even closer. God, Tony felt like such a creep, but he was in heaven, nose pressed into Peter’s hair and bodies meeting warmly. Tony splayed his hand out over Peter’s stomach on top of his shirt, offering even more warmth. His skin flushed when he felt Peter put his hand on top of his, much smaller compared to his. Tony briefly wondered if Peter knew, if he was egging him on purposely. Tony knew that was a ridiculous thought, but it made him feel a little better, the small chance. His nerves were calmed by the sounds of Peter’s deep, even breathing, a sign that he was slowly falling asleep. It was only when he heard the softest snore come from Peter that he relaxed a bit, pressing him tighter against him, already feeling his cock swell against Peter’s ass.

“Pete,” he whispered, testing the waters. Peter didn’t respond. Tony was trying to stall himself from going any further, reminding himself that Peter didn’t want him in the same way, that touching his son while he slept would be one the worse, more illegal, morally dubious things he’s done. Peter’s silence beckoned, though. Tony had no other excuse to be this close to Peter usually, now was his chance to get a taste of his little boy. Tony made sure to go slow as he pressed on, the hand on Peter’s stomach finding the hem of his shirt, gently pushing underneath it so he could feel his bare skin. He made sure to stay there for a while, drawing invisible patterns on his tummy, hyping himself up for his next move. Tony had never been so close to him before, had never gotten to touch such an intimate part of him— it was driving the older man mad. Tony assured himself he’d gone mad long ago, when he first started imagining Peter underneath him. Tony’s mind was running wild with what he could do, how far he could touch before Peter woke up. His fingertips were centimeters from the waistband of Peter’s sweats, he could easily slide his hand down and touch him where he wanted him the most.

It took an embarrassingly small amount of time to decide that that was exactly what he would be doing. Whatever repercussion waited for him after this would be worth it. Tony pressed soft kisses to Peter’s shoulder, soothing the sleeping boy as he finally took the leap, finally pushed his fingers past his sweats and his boxers. Peter still hadn’t stirred, though his breaths did change, which prompted Tony to stop, just inches from Peter’s cock. A minute passed and Peter didn’t move, so Tony proceeded. His fingers wrapped around his cock gingerly, just feeling the weight of it for a moment, closing his eyes momentarily so he could savor the feeling. Tony stroked at an agonizingly slow pace, knowing he needed to do his best to keep Peter asleep.

Peter let out a soft noise in his sleep, something between a hum and a mewl. Tony trailed a few more kisses up his neck, feeling how warm Peter got against him. Peter was almost fully hard in his hand, the older man letting go briefly so he could push his pants down a little lower, slipping it out from its confines. Tony’s fingers trailed up the length to spread the sticky precome that formed at the tip, eliciting another noise from Peter. Tony couldn’t hide his arousal anymore as he pressed his hips forward, grinding against Peter in tandem with his strokes.

It was the feeling of Tony grinding into him that ended waking Peter up, the situation taking a few seconds to settle in his brain. Peter was still groggy as he started to register the fact that someone was touching him. He almost closed his eyes and let the feeling continue, nearly chalking it up to some vivid dream, though it only took him a moment to realize how real it felt, and another second to realize that the only person who could’ve been doing this was his dad. His dad, Peter realized, was currently jacking him off. Peter’s eyes widened and he gasped, trying to pull away and being forced back into his position with an even stronger grip. “D-Dad?” He questioned. “What are you-“ Peter tried to speak, it coming out quite shaky, stopped by the feeling of his dad’s hand going faster. “Stop,” he begged softly, throwing his head back against Tony’s shoulder and moaning again. The horrible thing was, that it felt good. He’d never been touched by someone with such big, calloused hands, never by someone who knew what they were doing. “Dad,” he moaned again, nails digging bluntly into Tony’s arm and trying to push him off.

Tony should’ve stopped at the first signs that Peter was waking up. He should’ve never let himself get this far. Something about the begging did something to him, made him burn with his need. He wouldn’t be stopping until he got what he wanted. “Keep begging,” Tony whispered, breath fanning over his ear.

Peter’s jaw was dropped wide in a silent moan, breathing harshly as Tony went faster. He couldn’t explain the pleasure and the lack of disgust he felt. It was a terrifying and conflicting feeling. It was hard to concentrate on anything but the fist around his cock, especially when he was still coming out of his sleep and struggling to understand what was happening. “Please, please,” he babbled, unintentionally bucking his hips forward to chase the pleasure. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore, didn’t know whether he wanted his dad a million miles away from him or if he wanted him to keep going, to let his own father give him an orgasm. The thought did make Peter’s stomach turn, but the way his dad was making him feel was undeniable.

“Daddy’s hands feel good, don’t they?” Tony asked softly, feeling Peter shiver against him, the younger boy struggling less and less in his grip.

Peter didn’t say anything, flushing deeply and stopping himself from moving so much, so close to coming all over himself. Instead, Peter nodded his head, silently surrendering to his father’s tirade on his body. It was pointless to fight, Peter realized. He couldn’t break away from Tony’s strong grip on him. Peter wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop, anyway. “Gonna make me come,” he said pitifully.

Tony would’ve kept going, but he had so much more planned for his boy, didn’t want to spoil all the fun just yet. He slowed down his hand and fully let go of him, pulling away so he could climb on top of Peter. “Not yet,” Tony murmured, hands gripping Peter’s sweats and boxers and pulling them down all the way, happy that he was letting him do as he pleased. “I’m not your first, am I?” He asked curiously, leaving Peter in his oversized shirt, Tony’s shirt, borrowed from him because he wanted to be cozy. Tony left it on for a reason, just to be able to fantasize about how cute Peter looked in it.

Tears had sprung to Peter’s eyes when Tony let go, so overwhelmed and disappointed that he didn’t get to finish yet. He was sure he looked pathetic as he stared up at his dad, not putting up more of a fight against him. The question made his eyes water a little more. Was he really going to let his father do this? Peter knew his answer already. He was too curious, in too deep with his acceptance of the situation. “N-No,” Peter mumbled. His eyes widened as he watched his dad take his own shirt off and pull down his sweats, revealing his girthy length and muscular torso. “Dad, I don’t- Uh, I don’t know about this,” Peter pleaded, closing his knees a bit, trying to get Tony to ease off. He couldn’t be serious, that thing would break him in half. Peter had never had something so big inside of him.

“What, are you scared?” Tony teased and reached down to stroke himself, already hard and standing at attention, even more turned on by the mixture of fear and curiosity on Peter’s face. “You know I’d never hurt you, Pete. I love you so much,” Tony insisted, using his free hand to gently pry Peter’s legs apart again, scooting up to occupy the space between them.

Peter was speechless, eyes glued to Tony’s hand as he stroked himself, scared at how his dad sounded, so sure of himself. “I know, but…” Peter trailed off, caught off guard when his dad leaned in to kiss him, cutting him off.

Tony pressed their mouths together hotly, obsessed with how pliant Peter had become in just a few minutes. He could feel the way Peter relaxed against him, feeling the younger boy’s hands grabbing his shoulders for leverage. “Who taught you how to kiss like that?” he purred, diving back into another kiss, this time pushing his tongue into Peter’s mouth, languidly gliding against his.

Peter’s cock twitched as he was kissed, mewling against Tony’s mouth. His dad tasted like toothpaste, the one they’d both used right before bed. “Dad,” he whimpered, feeling Tony’s stubbly face rubbing against him as he kissed his neck. “Daddy,” Peter sighed. It felt strange to call him that, something he hadn’t called his dad since he was quite young, but it slipped out before he could help himself.

Tony felt something close to euphoria when Peter called him ‘daddy’, the older man smiling wide. He pulled away slightly, just to stare at the pretty boy beneath him. “Good boy, you learn fast,” He praised, reaching up to nudge his pointer and middle finger against Peter’s lips. Tony had never felt more in love as he watched Peter obediently open his mouth and suck on his fingers, knowing exactly what he wanted without him even asking. “You’re perfect, you know that?” Tony purred.

Peter flushed at the praise, his tongue swirling around his dad’s fingers. It was starting to get to him, the way his dad was talking. It made his heart swell, in a weird way, to witness how much his dad wanted him. He’d never considered doing something like this with Tony, but his dad was making it easy to give in. Peter pulled off of his fingers and tried to catch his breath, preparing himself mentally as Tony’s hand disappeared between them, finding his entrance and rubbing the spit around the tight ring of muscle, making Peter jolt in surprise. It wasn’t his first time, but it was his first time with someone like Tony. His dad was rugged and handsome, knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it, too smart for his own good. He found comfort in the fact, knowing that he’d be well taken care of, even if this was sprung on him. “I don’t think you’ll fit,” Peter said shakily, eyebrows furrowing as he felt Tony press a finger into him, trying to relax.

Tony looked up at Peter and leaned down to kiss his cheek, curling his finger as it slid into him, pushing it in and out of him. “You don’t think so?” Tony asked with a smirk, already working on getting his second finger inside of him. “Daddy will make it fit, then.”

The promise sent a shiver down Peter’s spine, just imagining how it would feel to get filled up by him. He would never admit to him that it turned him on, hearing that kind of talk. Peter let out a soft moan as his dad scissored his fingers in and out of him, the younger boy relaxing against the bed sheets as he got used to the feeling. “Did you take me on this trip just to do this?” Peter asked suddenly, eyes closing as he felt Tony push in a third finger. “You could’ve just-“ Peter paused when he felt his dad press against his sweet spot, angling his hips to try and recreate the feeling. “Could’ve just asked me,” he insisted.

“No, it wasn’t a part of the plan,” Tony admitted. He knew he’d tapped into something wonderful when Peter chased his hand with his hips, the older man curling his fingers again and pressing up into that bundle of nerves. “You wouldn’t have said yes,” Tony refuted, raising a brow and increasing his pace just slightly, glancing down to see how much precome Peter was leaking, ruining his favorite band shirt. “Had to show you, or you’d never agree.”

Peter couldn’t concentrate on what his dad was saying, being brought so close to an orgasm yet again. “Not many people are into the idea of fucking their dads,” he whined, looking up at Tony pleadingly, hoping he’d let him come this time.

“But you are now, right?” Tony asked with a soft chuckle, kissing Peter again, his heart racing as Peter kissed back. Tony made sure to slow his pace before pulling his fingers out, spitting in his hand to lube himself up. “And it’ll be the best you’ve ever had,” Tony promised.

Peter pulled away from the kiss feeling a renewed sense of clarity, knowing in his heart of hearts that his dad was right. Of course, he would’ve never agreed to this, but he saw the light now. He could see how much his dad truly cared, how much he wanted to love him, all of him. “Be gentle, daddy,” Peter muttered softly, biting his lip harshly as Tony rubbed the tip against his entrance. Peter felt like he was short-circuiting as Tony pushed into him. The stretch felt impossible, and the pace was even slower. “Fuck, dad,” he huffed, arching up into him as he tried to accommodate him.

Tony had a hand on Peter’s hip to keep him steady, while the other guided his cock, doing quite a good job at keeping his cool for how turned on he was. This was the stuff of dreams, he’d never thought he’d get to have Peter like this. “Language,” Tony scolded playfully, getting himself about halfway in before he paused to give Peter time to adjust. “You feel so good, Peter, so tight for me,” he sighed, the hand on his hip moving up under his son’s shirt so he could feel the soft, sculpted muscles.

Peter tried hard to regulate his breathing, one hand gripping the sheets tightly and the other wrapped around Tony’s wrist, the one that was touching him all over, digging his nails into him so he wouldn’t go so fast. Peter finally mustered up the courage to look up at his dad’s face, looking at him with such an intensity that Peter almost had to break eye contact, but he persevered, bringing his hand up to cup his dad’s stubbly cheek. He pulled him down for another deep kiss and only pulled away to say, “Fuck me,” defying Tony’s earlier insistence about his language.

Tony knew, after hearing Peter talk to him like that, he would never be satisfied. How could he be? Peter was his everything, he’d never get enough. It was just too good. Tony obliged before he could respond in words by moving his grip to the backs of Peter’s thighs, pushing his legs forward so his feet could rest on his shoulders. Tony knew this angle would drive his little boy crazy. The older man’s hips pulled back, before snapping forward, setting a harsh pace, one that made sweet little sounds escape Peter with each thrust.

Tony was right about him being the best he would ever have, Peter’s whole body was on fire as his dad started to fuck him, really fuck him, offering no mercy or empathy, forcing his small, lithe body to take him over and over. “Daddy,” he squeaked, voice shaky with the rhythm of his thrusts. He could feel Tony hitting his sweet spot over and over, making it quite difficult to contain himself. Peter tried to grab the sheets beneath them to keep himself in place, the power of the thrusts moving him slightly up the bed.

Tony concentrated hard on keeping a steady pace, soft grunts escaping him at the feeling of Peter’s walls squeezing around him, inviting him in. Peter looked so beautiful with his dick inside of him, an image of bliss and love and struggle. “Come on, don’t be shy, Petey, let everyone know who you belong to,” Tony growled. He loved every noise that came out of him and wanted so much more, wanted for Peter to scream and declare his devotion to him.

Peter felt like his brain was mush, not able to form coherent thoughts, clouded completely with pleasure and small spikes of pain that only made him more sensitive. “Daddy- I belong to daddy,” he babbled, throwing his head back when he felt the coil in his tummy start to tighten already. If Peter was being completely honest, he didn’t want Tony to ever stop, to prolong the amazing feeling inside him, but he’d been denied two orgasms already. He knew he wouldn’t last long doing this. “Would you be mad at me if I came, daddy?” He asked softly, turning up the sweetness for Tony, which he knew he would like.

The question made Tony wonder if he could make Peter come more than once. He supposed it was the kind thing to do, to assure his son that no, he wouldn’t be mad, especially after being so mean and preventing his earlier orgasms. “No, baby. You can come,” he said with a smile. “I’ll have to reward you for asking first,” Tony praised.

Peter felt a wave of relief hit him when he got his dad’s permission to come. “Gonna ruin your shirt, I’m sorry,” he huffed out, mere moments before the younger boy was tensing and shooting long strands of come up his chest, spattering all up his shirt and the band logo on it. “Fuck,” he moaned, looking down at the mess he’d made and then up at Tony. His dad didn’t stop even as his orgasm rushed through him, making him sensitive to the stimulation. Peter had never pushed himself past one orgasm before.

Tony was slightly obsessed with the poetry of it all, making Peter come while wearing one of his shirts. “I love you,” he declared as he watched, feeling Peter’s thighs shake as he kept pounding into him, lewd noises coming from between them. “Love you like this, love you so much.” Tony couldn’t help himself, he had to say the truth and admit how in love he felt.

Peter arched up as he was fucked into oblivion, only being brought back to Earth by Tony’s genuine words. It made his heart beat fast in anticipation, in fear, in happiness. Peter didn’t know what that meant for them, loving each other in this way. He didn’t dwell on the thought, mostly because his dad’s noises were increasing in frequency, getting louder, signaling his own end was coming soon. “Gonna come inside me?” He asked breathlessly. Peter had only ever fantasized about someone coming inside of him, but the idea of having his dad be his first made his body flush and his entrance squeeze around Tony in excitement.

The question only made Tony want to reach his end faster. He didn’t think Peter would actually let him come inside of him, but by the looks of it, that’s what he wanted. He could see it on his face how excited he was at the prospect of him filling him up. His son was a slut, a shameless one, and he loved that fact. “You want my load, huh?” Tony egged on. “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, come inside me, daddy,” Peter begged. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He countered, hoping his dad could find the humor in it and give him what he wanted.

“You have, Petey, so good for me,” Tony groaned. It only took him a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered, pushing all the way into him just to spew his load inside of him, ensuring that not one drop escaped.

The feeling of Tony filling him up had Peter letting out another soft moan, feeling impossibly warm. Peter felt like his dad had officially marked his territory with the simple act of coming inside of him. Peter knew he was ruined for anyone else, especially as he lay against the covers breathing harshly, feeling Tony’s come slowly leaking out of him. “Dad,” he whined. “I feel so sticky,” Peter huffed, watching Tony move his legs back onto the bed, not pulling out yet.

Tony was still catching his breath, shaky and spent as he tried not to slump over on Peter. He knew he needed to be good and clean Peter up. “You look so pretty,” Tony sighed and stared down at the mess they had made, slowly, and reluctantly, pulling out of him. “Almost want to keep you exactly like this,” he smirked, leaning down to kiss Peter one last time before climbing off the bed, going to slip his pajama pants back on so he could begin Peter’s well-deserved aftercare.

Peter felt pathetic as he laid on the bed, limbs feeling like jelly while he watched his dad move around the room. “So dirty,” he huffed, the blush returning to his cheeks when his dad gave him a look. “Can we shower?” He asked sweetly, not making any love to get off the bed. Peter was hoping his dad would be merciful and do all the work for him to spare his poor, sore backside.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Tony agreed and went back to scoop Peter into his arms, the younger boy latching onto him like a koala. “I think we should sleep in tomorrow, what do you think?” He asked softly, setting Peter down on the sink counter so he could start running the shower.

“Depends,” Peter responded softly. He couldn’t help but wince as he sat on the hard surface, but he didn’t complain. He knew his dad knew best. “Are you going to fuck me in the shower, too?” Peter asked boldly, a smirk in place on his soft features, loving the surprised look on Tony’s face. Peter was at the age where his libido was high and his recovery time was low, so he just had to ask.

Tony was taken aback by the question, but he would always hold firm that whatever Peter wanted, Peter would get. “You read my mind,” Tony hummed, playing along with his son’s desires easily.

Tony and Peter didn’t end up making it to the Grand Canyon the next day, but their day in couldn’t have been more eventful.

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Weak Spot - Chapter 22

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

This chapter is a dedicated to and an homage to @buthowboutno ! All their fics are wonderful, but 'Going Down, Down (In an Earlier Round)' taught me about somnophilia and what a revelation that was!

Also continued obligatory shout-outs to @some-guy-named-dominyk and @amutantturtleenthusiast for again separately giving me chapter important positions!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

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Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: more intense breast fondling, a few folds in the mix, gotta note a couple clits, at least one cunt, plural pussy calls, and I believe a few labia mentions.

Coming to but refusing the threshold, you dreamily considered restful sleep. It had been a short enough time since and in a rapid enough deterioration that you hadn’t quite hit that point where you realized just how bad your deprivation had gotten. You had been left in the stage prior to that where you were starting to feel the perpetual wear of exhaustion, but it felt more like a gnat buzzing around. It was elusive, in the corner of your eye, and you just needed to hit it for all to be right in the world.

It just so happened that your flyswatter came in the form of a large turtle man.

Speaking of, even though you refused to come fully to, you were definitely in his apartment. It wasn’t just his presence that allowed you a good night’s sleep, but also the caress of those delicious high quality sheets at your cheek. Nuzzling against the cotton fondly, you tried to remember just which of his apartments you’d crashed at. Still adjusting to the new ‘erratic’ schedule, as Donnie had put it, you’d been the one to suggest numbering the locations. It was for anonymities sake as he’d initially set them by their location alone. They spanned the city and you figured it would be more covert to just list them off by code.

Were people listening?

You had no idea.

You could always ask, but that was a problem for conscious you.

You were still asleep.

At least, you definitely weren’t awake yet.

Turning your thoughts off and focusing only on the ambient sound of the apartment, you wondered idly if your boyfriend was still in bed. You couldn’t hear his breathing, but that also wasn’t uncommon. You’d only actually caught him asleep once, but it wasn’t as if in the time since that you’d been as keen on catching him. Other things had happened. You’d once rode an awesome lucky high. You’d had other priorities. It was back when you were just happy to wake up beside him.

In a roundabout way, you returned to your same question.

Not wanting to fully commit to action as that would thwart your sleep, you debated what the most minimal step you could take was. You didn’t need to mask the act because as soon as this little check was over, you were giving right back into unconsciousness. You just needed an assurance. It had only been a week since his return and this was the first time you’d spent the night. The hesitation of how to fall back into the ease of one another was there as self-inflicted wounds still healing. It was why you needed to know.

A single touch would surely halt your worries.

Then you could go back into recovery mode.

Against the sluggish thoughts, a detailed warning popped up. You wanted to close the mental alert, but chose to skim it instead. It seemed to be a reminder in place that mostly dealt with his shell. Knowing not to risk a full fling of your arm in fear of hitting it, you needed to temper your movement. It meant in a lazy haul, you swept the sheets until your hand emerged from underneath the covers. You then dragged it towards a median point and laid it there. Trying to judge where it landed without opening your eyes, you did mental calculations on how high you needed to tread to tap him. They were mostly useless numbers that were interrupted by another pop-up about hitting his face. You closed that one using a mental shortcut.

That territory wasn’t off-limits, just annoying.

Thinking it was probably only about half a foot to a good safe point, you found the hurdle of lifting your hand once more. Steam was rapidly leaking out of your tank and sleep crept into the space it afforded. Guessing you made it far enough, thoughts grew fuzzy as a hand carefully took yours. The delicacy at which Donnie took the appendage said he didn’t want to wake you if that was the case. In a cradle, he seemed to simply feel the weight of you for a long moment. It felt grounding and you figured it was doing the same for him. His thumb slowly skimmed over the top of your knuckles before he brought it up. He then chastely, and in a manner you identified as reserved, kissed the tips of your fingers.

It wasn’t exactly a rush, but it left a flickering buzz in its wake. The two of you had succumbed to many kisses in his time back, but there was always a stopping point. It was unconsciously transmitted and accepted by both parties. Heat there came only in sparks. Instead, it often translated the deep feelings of loss and the joy of being reunited. In the span of things your separation had been short, but mentally the split had been far too long.

He was still for a long moment and you sensed he was mulling something over. He placed a second kiss to your knuckles before he shifted his hold. From where four of your fingers draped over one of his, he split his digits apart. Your slack hand slid to a dangle where your pads were just barely hanging on. It also revealed your palm to him. Rooting his snout between his two fingers to access it, he placed a tiny kiss right in the center.

His tenderness lingered and you couldn’t help the way one of your legs unconsciously slid under the sheets.

As if curious, he pressed his lips flat to your palm and removed his hand from the equation. It left your fingers draped over his snout and his breath tickling your appendage.

Fighting the urge to pet him, you had imagery of approaching a wild animal. You had succeeded in the sniff test and were on to the part where the beast nuzzled your hand as a means of acceptance.

He seemed satisfied there as his breathing evened out and he calmed.

Was he concerned?

What had happened the night before?

Still unwilling to commit to wakefulness in spite of curiosity, you sorted through your first date back. It had been one of smaller affections as it was hard for you to keep your eyes off each other. It was as if you both needed to be in full view less one was about to disappear. To maintain the vigil meant having to keep a certain amount of distance. Still wanting to be glued at the hip, you very much felt like two similarly charged magnets being forced together, but never able to truly click.

The edge of distance along with a certain basal fear of interruption left you both unable to drop your guards in a meaningful way. Even tonight, when you’d planned to finally come to one of his apartments, those feelings lingered and kept the tension from trending sexual. Overwhelming exhaustion had won out in the end as stunted rest had been eating away at you both. At least, you assumed Donnie had slept some. He definitely hadn’t fought the decision to lay down and though it was fuzzy, you were pretty sure he’d even suggested it. His eyes had even closed before yours; though you had a feeling sleep claimed you first.

Whatever he had done, he was clearly more refreshed than you.

Idly stuck on whether that was due to his mutation, he nudged your hand so he could place a few kisses that trailed toward your pulse point.

The terribly innocent nature of what should have been an otherwise intense touch struck you.

You gave a dreamy sigh.

Donnie’s hand reappeared to carefully take your wrist and remove you from his face. He then spoke in a hushed tone. “You haven’t rested enough.”

You really didn’t want to answer. You knew you should say something, but you were just so damn comfortable. What you landed on ended up being a little nod that could easily be misconstrued as you simply snuggling into your pillow.

For awhile he held your hand. The grip was different as his fingers now wrapped around the back. It left his thumb in your palm encased by your slack digits. He applied a light pressure, but it didn’t seem to satisfy him. He then slowly glided his thumb down until he lay over your pulse.

You were tired, but you clearly weren’t dead. You wondered why he felt the need to keep checking your heart. Dreary thoughts reminded you of your worries and why you had reached out to him in the first place. Knowing him to have the same concerns, you wondered what was necessary to pull you both back from this precarious edge.

While you tried to create mental strategies, Donnie decided to take a more forward approach. In a near perfect swap, he traded his thumb for his lips. The weight of his mouth mimicked the digit and you were sure he could feel your pulse there. You ruminated on the gesture until sleep tugged at your consciousness. You fell towards it until your anchor point pulled you back. In an ever so careful glide, Donnie’s other hand came to take his mouth’s place as a monitor. It left his lips free to leave a line of dainty kisses tracing the veins towards the crook of your elbow.

What was he up to?

Whatever it was, even though it interrupted your trip to dreamland, it was a pleasant distraction. You didn’t think you were that good at acting, but he seemed to think you were asleep. It left whatever he was doing relegated to an interesting territory where he didn’t want impede you and instead enhanced your drowsiness with comfort.

He reached the crux and the kiss there had the most heat of any yet.

Your lips parted unconsciously and your natural exhale leaked out there.

He froze as if caught and you could feel the way his eyes shot to your face. For a long moment he seemed to wait for some sign before he released a held breath into your skin. The warmth tickled the fine hairs there and he gave what was just shy of a hum before you heard the moment he opened his mouth. “Permission, permission…”

His voice was much lower than before.

You only wondered what for.

If it was to continue his little exploration, you were happy to be the limp receiving end as long as he didn’t mind it. Conveying that was too much effort, so you went back to your postulation. This was the only thing he was doing so it had to be related. It begged the question as to why he would need permission. If it meant going farther, that wasn’t necessarily off the table. It only added a new question of why he didn’t just ask you. It was like he wanted you to stay asleep.

Refusing to lift your lids, you could feel the way your eyes twitched beneath them.

That was certainly something.

You grappled with the information and imagined the way your loose body would be putty in his hands. It struck you as a hell of a way to subvert the hesitation. If he didn’t want to wake you, then he’d have to focus solely on care. If he wanted to get anywhere, he’d still have to commit to action. It seemed very much like him to turn reaffirming your relationship into a high stakes game of sorts. You wondered if he had planned it or if the thought had just occurred to him. The latter seemed more applicable if he was grappling with consent.

Again fending off surprise psyichal, you lamented that these realizations wouldn’t be so momentous if you weren’t so tired.

It made complete sense that he’d want to know if it was okay to fondle your sleeping body. Alternatively, it had been so obvious, in fact, you hadn’t considered it because it was already granted in your mind. You yourself ached to cuddle his sleeping form ever since you’d glimpsed it. Returning that gesture was a given. However, you hadn’t voiced any of that. He’d been clear that he wasn’t one for sleepy snuggles. You’d been happy to oblige and relegated the desire to a nice little shelf that you’d return to for daydreams. There wasn’t much there, but it was soothing to entertain when necessary.

Donnie gave a little weighty exhale that said he was stumped.

Similar to your original maneuver from when you awoke, you were stuck with how to execute. Speaking was something you wanted to avoid, but you sensed you’d have to do something with your vocal cords. That seemed too small though. You also wanted to let him have this discovery. You needed an action that would communicate such without dissuading him that you were fully awake and therefore totally privy to the actions he was trying to test out.

Thankfully, you’d already thought of one.

Giving a dreary little noise that spoke to slightly disrupted sleep, you stretched. It wasn’t the full on kind you gave upon waking, but instead a tired one that signified you’d roll over and conk back out. It meant the arm in his grasp extended and you sensed it move past him. When you reeled it in, it hooked his head unconsciously. Working that into your favor, you acted as if he were a teddy bear and pulled him as close as his seemingly stunned body would allow. Your arm cradled him and he let you get his forehead near your chin. With him semi-tucked, you topped the action off with a cherry.

“Donnie…” You mumbled with affection before relaxing.

You could feel his processors aflame with data, before the tense muscles in his chin smoothed out against your arm. “Can I touch you?”

The question was nearly mute.

If he weren’t so close, you might not have heard it at all.

“Mhm…” You slurred and pulled him closer. This time he came easily and buried into your sternum. Assuming he could really feel your heart there, you weren’t surprised when he turned his head so his tympanum was pressed to you. What caught you off guard was the feeling of him speaking again.

“Do you trust me?”

He knew you did.

It’d been a revelation he constantly loved to bask in.

You guessed it had been awhile since the last reminder.

It was worth the exertion.

“O’course…” You garbled the syllables mistakenly, but it worked in your favor.

“Go back to sleep.” He whispered before pressing a kiss to your throat.

He didn’t need to tell you twice.

You gave a single nod that could easily have been a little snuggle into the top of his head.

Satisfied, Donnie let you before he turned his attention to the arm craned around him. With little brushes, he kissed himself free and chased the limb back to your body. He paused there, somewhere around your upper arm and, with his mouth to you, you could feel the way he smiled. It lulled you to find that this turn brought him so much joy even if he felt like he was getting away with something. You wondered how much he liked pushing the boundaries of consent. It was within this thought space that you were coaxed onto your back.

You hadn’t really registered him having done anything, but the slight shift brought some form of focus. You felt the covers brush your stomach and realized he’d worked your sleep shirt up around your chest at some point. Refusing to play part and tossing your head away to the side, you felt the sheets lift. An outside air chilled you as his figure tented the cotton. For a moment, he paused there and you could tell he was taking in the intensity of your scent which had been trapped under the covers. Drinking you in with audible breaths, he eventually brushed his snout along your upper arm. The appendage was laying by the wayside and he moved it easily until he could rest his head there. He then stilled again to the point where you lost track of him as sleep crept in.

You had almost fully submerged when he finally moved again. His new pace was one set to a snails as you lost track of him. He appeared again in a haze as his mouth found your waist. Careful as could be, he licked and sucked what had to be little hickeys into your skin. It stirred your body in a heavy way. Avoiding the burning build-up, he continued to ply your tired mind with comfortable ascension.

In a slow crawl, he littered markings while barely bringing his mouth away from you. His destination was clear from where he was trending, but the sweep there was so slow you felt yourself nodding off again. The pleasant weight of his tongue and hot breath across the expanse of your stomach were soothing like a bundled blanket. Pacified, it wasn’t until you felt the sheet lift from around your feet that you realized he’d left you at all.

With a gentle brush of warmed hands from pawing, your legs fell open to him. He’d settled himself betwixt them after a swift kick broke the covers free from their mattress tuck. It had all been so surreal that you had to react in some way. Keeping from fully opening your eyes, you looked through your lashes to find the pale purple sheets cloaking the figure hovering between your legs. It was an odd thing to let your lids drift shut after seeing, but your head was far too heavy to keep propped up. His oral fixation resumed on the inside of your left leg, just below the knee, and again his ministrations were exceptionally slow.

Time lost meaning in what must have been a microsleep because the next thing you felt was a scorching press right into your core. You arched on contact and a stuttered breath rocked out of you. His mouth came away and you felt him gently shush you. The heat of his lips urged you to relax as he pressed little kisses into your inner thigh. It succeeded only in bringing attention to the litany of bruises he’d had time to leave there. You mewled at the thought of how gentle he must have been to make them while you’d hit a light sleep. Another hush came off his lips and with it a blow that he mistakenly sent in the wrong direction. It brushed your sex and highlighted how thoroughly soaked you were.

You tried to exert reason. It couldn’t have been from just one lick. He’d somehow worked you up to this point. While it was a tried and true fact that he had the ability to soak you, he’d always had to lead with something whether it be words or other touches. That meant he had to have latched his mouth on to you. Not knowing for how long, you could only imagine him carefully lapping and the full push of his tongue had roused you. Abuzz from the unknown, you rolled your hips as you could sense how close he was. He stayed back and instead murmured for you to go back to sleep.

That seemed implausible until he started his massage.

It began with the thick of his hands kneading into the muscles of your inner thigh. You hadn’t thought they were tense until he started to work them into veritable jelly. His pinpointed pressure was offset by the large scope he could encompass. A drowsy hum of satisfaction locked into your throat as he rubbed down to your knee. He placed a kiss to your left cap before coming back up. You momentarily thought him a fool for rushing back to his intended task without fully pacifying you until he bypassed your sex for your hips. The massage started anew and it was around the time that he unknotted your lower back that the gentle rock of him sent you back to dreamland.

You awoke with a start.

It wasn’t the kind from a bad dream that couldn’t be pulled to the waking world, but instead one where you’re coming too and realize in some basal part of your brain that you hadn’t meant to doze off.

Staring up at the ceiling, you tossed one of your limbs over your eyes. There was no errant light to block out and instead you used the gesture to help you think. Your body felt like goo in the best of ways. Not only had you been gifted incredible sleep, but your muscles felt refreshed. Mentally thanking your gorgeous masseuse, you heard a clinking in the kitchen. Still riding the minor high from having just woken up, you lolled upward. Hitting a sitting position and slumping forward comfortably, you felt an ache between your legs. Identification happened instantaneously, but you still took an additional swivel of your hips to make sure.

Donatello had a penchant for multiple orgasms.

Instead of wilting, you got onto two liquefied legs and scurried off to the bathroom. It was there you butted your back up against the sink and reached between your legs. A testing poke to your nethers found the same familiar tenderness. It brought your hands together with a clap over your lips. The scent of you hit your nostrils as you tried to comprehend how he did it. You were assaulted with images of him, tongue lovingly running over you in a painfully slow treatment to keep you asleep while also getting you off. Your hands crawled up until they covered your face and trapped the heat of your cheeks there.

Sweltering from that and your scorched breath, you imagined how you must have cum. It would have been a slack shaking that you had no control over. You tried to picture his face; several came to mind from awe to that researcher’s inquisition. He’d then been spurned to go again and that’s where you inevitably lost track. You had no idea how many times he’d brought you to climax and the thought alone caused a reflexive clenching that started the cycle anew. Turning, you had to wash your face and brush your teeth. You lingered in the cold tap for too long just trying to calm down.

How long had you been together and he was still unlocking new things within you?

You had a feeling you’d barely scratched the surface.

Jittery, you went to use the toilet and found your underwear hadn’t been returned. The sleep shirt he never seemed to have removed and you vaguely recalled he had pushed it up. Wondering just how many things he had done to you, you glanced down at your leg. A little purple bruise peeked out there and you lifted your hem to find dozens of them covering you. Inching back to a nearby wall to give yourself space, you hiked the top up to see a litany of marks running all the way up your torso and over your breasts.

You definitely didn’t remember him going that high.

The heat boiled up again and this time you decided to direct it at the source. Exiting the bathroom, you headed towards where you had last heard him to find Donnie flipping an omelet in a skillet. You gawked openly as he seared it off and then pivoted to slide it out onto an awaiting plate on the opposite counter. He passed you a comfortable glance in his black loungewear and turned to pour another premixed solution into the awaiting pan. Watching the way his back muscles moved under his tank, you inched towards the omelet. Not as absorbed in his task as you thought, he piped right up.

“That one’s mine. Yours will be served fresh.”

“Oh… Thanks.” You steered around the counter and hooked your elbows there so you would be out of the way. “About… this morning…”

He ignored you and used the handle of the skillet to stir the contents.

“Donnie how long-?”

“Shall we stay in today?”

Your head came up from where it was perched on your hands. “Hey-”

“We could make the most of each other’s company.”

“That’s sweet, but-”

“Why don’t you pick something for us to watch?”

Glowering at the back of his head, you stormed over to the couch. You knew it wasn’t totally futile, but it was odd he was being so stubborn about this. You’d had vague theories this morning about his sensitivity, but you’d also both come so far with communication that it seemed odd that he’d take such a large step back. You mulled it over as you brought up a video about deer population in Japan. It seemed interesting enough and you started it up only to pause it right away. There was another familiar flip as he tossed the pan and then the clatter of another plate.

You shifted to give him a minute amount of couch space which he took with little disagreement. He passed you your omelet along with a fork and you marveled how he’d accurately guessed your favorite additions. His seemed to be just egg in comparison and you watched as he methodically severed off a bite. You had a sort of recollection percolating, but didn’t have the time to stew on it. Instead, you turned on the video and half watched while you ate.

Of course it was cooked to perfection and tasted like pure delight.

Suddenly ravenous, you finished yours before Donnie his. You then scooted back until you were butt up against the sofa’s arm and languidly sank into terrible posture. Comfortable, you fell into the interesting facts of the program and only vaguely became aware when Donnie set his empty plate on the coffee table. When he came up, he draped an arm over the back of the couch.

“Two times, 1 hour and 12 minutes, with the utmost care.”

You kicked his leg as your cheeks were set aflame.

“You’re not getting your underwear back today.”

You pulled your other leg up to hit him with a double foot assault.

He chuckled.

“What is up with you today?”

He was quiet and that pulled your eye. Through his glasses you could see his gaze was unfocused and you sensed he was replaying the events in bed. You shrank back into your side of the couch and waited until he spoke again. “How would you rate your experience?”

You tried to mask your jolt by tucking your legs up against your body.

“I could have acquired clearer consent.”

“No… that was… fine.”

He turned his head incrementally towards you.

“It was pretty creative. Was it spur of the moment?”

He gave a single nod.

The possibilities seemed endless.

Suddenly drowning in a sea of your imagination, you saw a thousand glimpses of the wildest throes of passion. Never something you usually inserted yourself into, you felt very much like a steamed bun trapped in a basket.

It wasn’t until Donnie touched your leg that you realized he was openly watching you.

You seized up at the sight of him and his lids hooded as he seemingly read your thoughts. “Your review.”

“I don’t… remember much of it.”

He leaned in bridging the gap.

“D-Donnie…!” Your voice sounded desperate.

Why were you being so shy?

One of his hands dented the cushion near you so he could continue his trek. Your back pushed up against the arm of the couch until it creaked under your pressure. He came in close and your eyes instinctually lowered as you prepared for what you thought would be a kiss. Instead he hovered close and, as you peeked out at him, you realized why.

You could smell your sex.

There was obviously the waft of the meal he’d just eaten on his breath, but there was also the unmistakable scent you’d just gotten a whiff of in the bathroom. Your eyes shot wide at the prospect. It hadn’t been just his mouth on you; he had been down there so long that his face must have been covered in your juices. Overwhelmed, you finally correctly identified the swirling emotion threatening to swallow you. You’d been holding back to the point where anything threatening to break through would inevitably cause an onslaught. Launching yourself at him, Donnie caught you as you shoved your face towards his. He miscalculated your destination as you skipped the kiss and instead licked a thick stripe over his bottom lip.

There was the faintest hint of you there and the smell was nearly appalling this close. Against your body, Donnie went rigid and you pulled back to aim your lustful gaze right at him.

“I’m going to suck you off today.”

There was another hitch but this one came with a shift in his eye.

It was clear hesitation.

Your heart sank.

With stuttered movements, you moved your hands to his shoulders as you backed off from him.

“Y/N.”

“No, I get it.” You stood and, though you hadn’t originally had a destination, you caught hold of the plates to bring them over to the kitchen.

“It isn’t the act of fellatio itself.”

“Sure.” You flicked the tap and rinsed the dishes off.

“There is a certain amount of dubiety that solely lies with me. It would be wrong to proceed otherwise.”

You left the plates in the sink and turned the water off. “What’s the orgasm disparity right now?”

He perked up in the corner of your eye.

“I know you keep track.”

“Of yours.”

“When was the last time you came?” You turned and folded your arms.

He looked away.

He knew.

You sighed.

“I get that you’re scared…”

He had a protest on his lips, but it was a reflexive one that he kept down.

“Your think if you can make me feel good enough then it’ll make up for the bad and you can finally let go of the guilt.”

“That is not wholly correct.”

“What am I missing?”

“The act of eating out is a soothing repetitive task. It is both easy to get lost in by design whilst paired with giving my partner pleasure.”

It felt like your insides had to accommodate by how violently your stomach flipped.

Had he ever called you that before?

Reaching to grip the counter for some stability, you looked at him. “I would never force you.”

He nodded.

You had something on your lips, but buried it. “No.” You shook your head to rid yourself of it. “I would never force you. I’m not upset. Never mind.”

He stood and you brought a hand up to stop him.

“Okay, I’m upset, but it’s with myself.” You looked to him to translate your honesty. “Experience was 12/10, extremely satisfied, you unlocked something in me and seemingly showed me a hundred new doors to kinks I literally would not have realized I had and I’m sort of worried my heart won’t be able to take it.”

He gave a leer that dripped with tease.

“I just miss… having you inside me.” You flushed and put all your willpower into not turning away. “I don’t want to rush you. I’m just… confused and heated and turned on and still sort of nervous and a million other things that I feel like I can run to sex to to turn off, but… it shouldn’t be like that. We’re intimate and it’s not any less. I’m annoyed I got annoyed.” You grimaced and finally succumbed to the slump.

Donnie padded over to you and drew you to him.

Keeping your head down, you tucked against his plastron as he held you loosely. “Therapy next week.”

You felt Donnie nod as he stroked your back languidly.

The comfort plied you until you relented and relaxed.

You both lingered in the moment until his chest bobbed.

You looked up at him curiously.

His amused gaze was waiting for you. “You will be the first to know as soon as I am ready.”

You snorted and gave him a playful slap.

He stepped away but hooked his fingers around your waist. You came to him with joking reluctance as he led you over to the couch. There he hefted you up and you squealed as he fell back into the cushions with you in tow. He mitigated your fall so you wouldn’t snap against his toughened torso and settled down until he was comfortable with you laying on top of him. You did your own adjustments and he got hold of the remote to maneuver your queue. He picked a video that was reviewing grocery store foods and the two of you settled in to cuddling.

It took several videos until you suddenly asked him about his side of the turtle ambush. He paused the video to give you his full attention as he simply explained he took on Leo and Raph. He complained about how they talked to one another too much which left them open for easier blows. He also mentioned with a bitter bite that somewhere along the line he himself miscalculated a single step which caused the swipe to his back. You got the feeling that he had never once fought them with his bare shell, but that seemed a little too sensitive a subject to breach. Instead you shifted to ask him how changing his bandages was by himself. You’d gotten help from your roommate after falling for her pitfall. Donnie simply remarked he was used to it and there were traces in his voice that spoke of many wounds. It made you wonder about his wraps again, but you left the conversation with a thank you kiss for sharing.

Though you hadn’t once looked at a clock, you felt a soreness eventually crop up from the position and sat up to stretch. You were aware it’d hike your shirt and could feel Donnie eye you as you straddled his thigh with your hands high above your head. Coming down as if nothing had occurred, you beamed at him. “You made breakfast, I’ll make lunch?”

His eye was near your legs and he snapped up to your face like he’d almost forgotten. “Kitchen’s freshly stocked.”

“Better than my apartment.” You hopped off of him and headed over to see what he had.

“You haven’t gone shopping yet?” He had the slightest grouch to his voice.

“My roommate brought home all that food. I’ll need to this weekend though.” You hung over the fridge door to examine its contents.

He quieted and you could sense there was more he wanted to say.

You had felt the pull too. You wanted to ask him to go with you, but it had been a bit of an ordeal last time. You weren’t planning to go to that store in particular as the timeline wasn’t ready for it, but you wondered how he’d do with a regular outing. Saturday’s were naturally busy and you thought better of it as you left the fridge for his cabinets. He had a really nice loaf of ancient grain bread that you pulled out and gave a squeeze. “It’s not French bread, but how about bruschetta?”

He seemed surprised as you held the loaf up for him to see. “Sure.”

“Afraid I’ll out cook your omelets?”

“Hardly.” He mocked turning away. “Interesting choice.”

“Thank you!” You chirped and set the oven. You amused yourself by not asking and looking for all the staples you needed. Everything was placed logically and you soon had all the implements necessary. Sliced bread was oiled and onto a sheet pan just in time when the oven hit temp. You popped them in with a timer set and turned to a cutting board with the many tomatoes. You lost yourself in a little hum and the rhythm of dicing them up. You were about halfway done when you sensed Donnie creeping up on you. You gave him a half smile in passing thinking he would sneak a bite. He had a different kind of hunger in mind. His fingers curled carefully around your waist and he settled himself flush with your back.

“Careful, I have a knife.” You warned genially.

“You’re doing great.” He murmured into your ear as he bent down to your shoulder. With a brush of his snout he freed the crook of your neck from the collar of your shirt and placed a kiss there.

You tipped your head to accommodate him. “What got you?”

He brushed his lips along your neck trending upward toward your ear and made a little noise in question.

“Is it me cooking for you? In your kitchen? After what you did to me this morning?” You paused and turned to look at him which broke him free from you.

He gave an acid washed smile. “All of the above.”

You rolled your eyes at him and went back to prep.

He settled into leaving hickeys along your neck and you wondered if any part of you would leave his house unmarred. He was gentle enough that you were able to finish up the tomatoes and chiffonade some basil. You had just gotten to work on the garlic when his hand crept up your shirt. Pressing the knife down into the cutting board and shuddering under his touch, he palmed your breast. You let out a shaky breath as he expertly cupped and caught your nipple between his fingers. He rolled it with ease and you arched back into him.

“You’re not done.” He tutted into your hair.

“Seriously?” You huffed in return.

He stopped his movements and lifted away enough to smile down at you wickedly.

You whined and tried to keep your fingers far away as you resumed chopping. Donnie’s other hand made an appearance at your other breast and immediately joined the now dual massage. Trying not to let your eyes roll back in your head, you finished and dumped the rest of the ingredients into a big bowl with trembling fingers. His teeth traced his old bite marks and he was nearly lifting you off the ground by your chest alone when the timer went off. He unlatched as if nothing occurred and you had to messily shove your hem down to retrieve the toast.

Setting them aside on a pot holder for easy transfer, you went to add the sauce. Donnie got ahold of you just as you tipped a bottle of balsamic and you hissed as you poured a little too much. He merely chuckled into your shoulder as his hands drifted across your stomach. It tilted your hips back into his and he ground against your ass. Moaning at the motion he hadn’t chanced in too long, you blinked as you were bent over the counter. The forgotten parmesan sat right under your nose and you nearly snorted at how he had mistakenly reminded you. You went to grab it when you felt his hands at a completely new angle on your legs.

That made no sense so you pushed away from the counter enough to look down. Donnie stared back up at you and you jarred at the sight of him. He had, at some point, turned himself all the way around and sat on the floor between your legs. His shell now rested against the counter you were working at and he was gently caressing the backs of your thighs as he seemed to be waiting for something.

“Hey…” You shot him an awkward smile.

“Hi.” He nearly purred.

“You’re good at misdirection.”

He hummed contentedly and his eyes flicked forward. Realizing he was looking at your bare sex, your knees buckled. His hands slipped down to the joint behind them and pushed them forward. He then slid his body down further so that they could press into the counter for stability just above his shoulders. The move sent his head further between your legs and you stammered out syllables that amounted to nothing.

You had to try again. “H-how can I-?!”

His head tilted up as if to watch you more and his breath tickled your interior.

The unabashed moan you let out was not one you were proud of.

“We won’t be able to eat until you finish.”

Looking at the twice forgotten cheese, you chewed your lip.

So he wouldn’t start until you were done.

There was no way he was going to make it easy until then.

You steeled yourself as you grabbed the parmesan again. Donnie’s hands held tight to your skin as he trended back up. Thankful your knees had a stable point, you leaned heavily into the counter as you dumped the cheese into the bowl. His hands landed just above your bottom and his fingers flexed as he tested a few solid holds. You made a grab for some olive oil and tipped the bottle just as his tongue reached out to barely brush your sex. Your hand pulled back this time with a snap to keep from flooding the dish.

Donnie rocked side to side and his snout bumped you repeatedly as he looked for the best position. You rushed to get the rest of the ingredients into the bowl before he found one as when he did, he buried his tongue right into your folds. You seized up with a little cry that he smoothed with a nurturing caress to your hips. Your forearms hit the counter with a slap as he coaxed you down just the littlest amount so his mouth could fully taste you.

Thinking on how very wrong you’d been in your understanding of his ‘eat’ comment, you tried to toss the mixture. It was made all the more difficult as he made his best impression of a starving man between your legs. The near squat shook the muscles in your legs and warned of giving out. He targeted you with precision that came from a ghastly amount of practice. With a quivering spoon, you got most of the mixture doled out onto each toast with a good handful of the bruschetta falling to the wayside on the pan. The last plain bread in sight, Donnie latched onto your clit just as one of his hands left your hip. In a sudden dip, a finger pumped into you and you came on contact.

You cried out and dropped your spoon in favor of clinging to the counter. In a move unlike all the other times he had eaten you out, he pulled away and seemingly watched as your pussy desperately milked his digit. All threats on your muscles were made good as you felt the familiar give. A pathetic little, “I’m gonna fall,” came off your lips as you crumpled.

“Got you.” In a swift pivot, Donnie hoisted himself out from under you while supporting your weight. He then did an awkward twist that tangled his arms as he got behind you. One arm secured tight to release the other before you were picked straight off the floor. You settled against him still riding out the last little vestiges of your orgasm as he carried you over to the couch. “Incredible as always,” he mused as he laid you down.

You shook your head and gave a delirious chuckle. “I didn’t finish.”

He cocked a half smile. “You did.”

You went to swat him but he ducked between your legs again. “No! Hey!”

“Clean up.” He responded happily before licking away your excess slick.

A string of curses devolved into gibberish off your lips as he left your core with a seared kiss before going to fetch the tray. He brought it over and set it on the coffee table while simultaneously eating one of the toasts. “You’re an animal.” You groaned, still unable to sit up on shaky limbs.

“You just noticed?” He mocked offense and offered a hand.

You waved him off to regain your strength. He let you and flipped on the TV for some mindless background noise. You could tell it didn’t have his attention because every time you glanced at him, his gaze was squarely on you. “Me lying here can’t be that interesting.”

“I beg to differ.”

You shook your head at the futility of it all and finally got yourself upright. He slid the tray towards you and you sank down on your knees to the floor to eat over it. Latent jitters made you feel like you’d make a mess otherwise and after your first bite resulted in an immediate tomato spill, you were pleased with the choice you’d made. Donnie hovered nearby and seemed to eat slower and slower as you regained your strength. “Can you get me a drink?”

Wordlessly he darted away and you watched after him curiously. Swallowing a bite, he seemed tense as he poured a glass of water and brought it over. You watched him openly as he averted his gaze and seemed to recall something. He returned to the kitchen and poured himself a glass which he then gulped down in what looked like an act of desperation. Finishing your fourth toast, you sipped daintily on your drink and wondered if you should bother asking.

In a robotic turn, he shot right back to his spot on the couch and dropped down with perfect posture.

“Donnie, you goo-?”

“I’m fine.”

You stared at him dully.

His snout crinkled as he realized his mistake.

With a little push to the table you rotated yourself to face him, still on your knees. “Don.”

“Yes?” He stared forward at nothing.

“What’s up?”

His leg bounced until his fist shot down onto his thigh to violently stop it.

You looked down the appendage and then traced it back up to him, waiting.

“I think… now.”

“Now?” You parroted before it sank in. “Wait, now!?”

He gave a curt nod.

“Now.” You mouthed before scooting closer to him.

He tightened up as you closed the little two foot gap between you and you slowed all the more for him. You were delicate as could be as you barely touched a fingertip to his knee. He didn’t tense further, so you added the rest of your fingers. His eye dropped a single time to check you before flying right back to the wall.

“Are you sure?”

“I will stop you if so, but proceed as we might lose this moment.”

You gave a little nod and coaxed his knee to leave its twin.

“You… are up for this, correct? I should have asked. I should-” He suddenly fussed.

“Shhhh…” You drew out the sound and tilted your head as you looked up at him through your lashes.

His breath seized and you took it as a good sign as his legs splayed for you. You settled yourself between them and reached for his waistband. It took an upward flick of your eyes for him to brace himself so he could bring his hips up. With some awkward maneuvering, you got his joggers out from under him and he helped as they inched towards his thighs until they were off. He was far too stiff and you reached out to tuck a hand up underneath his tank top against the flat of his plastron around his abdomen. His vision quaked at your touch and you pressed gently as a reminder that his tail was trapped under him.

He made a new noise you identified as a stressed one as he lifted up and exposed himself with a tilt of his hips. His slit was weeping and you felt a stirring at the sight of it. Drunk on the view, your hand slid around the edge of his shell and curled into his hip. He gave a weakened groan as your other appendage joined on the opposite side and pulled. He came forward with a sudden snap of his arms back behind him as if he’d collapse without their support. You gently shushed him and pressed kisses into his thigh to give him time to calm.

He didn’t quell as much as you hoped as you could see the tension in his rigid shoulders. Frowning and wondering if you should dive in, you ran your hands soothingly over the outside of his thighs. It was there you clipped purple and tilted outward to spy the markings of his leg. Shifting side to side, you found each of his hips donned blocky purple that mimicked the bit you always saw on his shoulders.

“It’s nothing.”

You looked up at him to find the same rigidity still, but with a bit of irritation.

You narrowed your gaze at him and he set his in stone.

Refusing to grumble, you looked back to his core.

You could scold him later, right now you needed a distraction.

Biting your lip, you recalled his and took that as a lead. In a gentle nuzzle, you nosed the interior of his left thigh before peppering it with little kisses. He inhaled sharply as you trended inward before bypassing his sex with an outward exhale of hot breath. The couch creaked as he asserted downward pressure and you made a similar trek along his right thigh. You added in a punctuated suck near his apex and a little sound started in him that he grunted away. Looking up at him curiously to see his eyes shut, you increased suction to see if you could mark his jade skin. Its effect on him was palpable, but visually it looked little more than a wet spot. Shrugging it off, you drifted inward again and went back to gently stroking his legs.

It was there you pulled a hand free to trace his slit. Another noise was thwarted above you before you leaned in for a tentative lick. He hunched over you immediately but kept himself from grabbing you by suddenly fisting the couch cushions. You barely regarded his looming form in favor of prodding your tongue into him with a tilt of your head. His taste was inoffensive if not the tiniest bit acidic as you licked deeper. His pants echoed above you and you used your hand to part his lips. In an awkward shuffle, you pressed your torso to the couch so you could bury your face there. A sharp high note escaped him as your tongue explored. Pulling back, you let your lips gently pull at one side of his slit as you inserted a finger into him. In a twist, you curled the digit deep, keeping in mind the depth you once breached.

“Y-Y/N-” Donnie croaked and you felt the tip of his cock chase your finger out as you pulled back.

He dropped and you immediately wrapped your hands around him like his dick might escape otherwise. In a flash, you attached your mouth to the side and licked a slant up to his head. A form of a growl emitted from deep within his chest as you rounded and swirled your tongue over the spade. Joining your hands to pump at his base, you thought only that this must be what he felt like eating you out as you took him in your mouth. You immediately hollowed your cheeks for a gentle suction and above you Donnie groaned openly.

Lapping at his hole, you lifted off your knees in preparation to take him as deep as you could. You timed an upward stroke of your hand before lowering your head with its fall. You made it only a few inches before Donnie’s hand placed flat on top of your head. You resisted straining and braced in case he involuntarily thrusted. When one didn’t come, you shifted to look at him.

“I can’t…” He gasped.

Hit with the retraction on consent, you immediately pulled off of him. There was a wet pop as you unlatched and let go. He sank back into the couch as if defeated and crossed both his arms over his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright.” You sat back on your haunches and placed a chaste kiss to his knee.

He shook his head from underneath his appendages.

“It is. Don’t worry.” Thinking it might be safe, you tucked your hand around the thick of his calf and gave a reassuring squeeze. He tensed underhand and you slowly sank your fingers into the muscle in a knead. Resting your head against the same knee for what you hoped was a pleasant weight, you gave him space.

It took several minutes before his arms finally came down and a few more after that until he would open his eyes. You smiled when he finally looked at you and, though his gaze seemed even, you saw his brow raise at something there. Curious, your tongue darted out to wet your lips and you found his slick there. In a swipe you gathered what you could and mused over the slight tackiness of it. Entertained by that fact, you let go of him to rub your thumb over your face to gather whatever was left. You licked the digit clean, not thinking of the show until you heard a strained noise.

Looking to Donnie, his pupils were dark with lust and the bob of his cock spoke to how it had yet to go down.

“Sorry…” You mumbled with a shirk of your shoulders.

“Idea.” He spoke in a stunted tone.

“Yeah?” You tilted your head.

“Distraction.” He heaved around the word.

It wasn’t enough to go off of. You felt bad for having to probe. “What are you thinking?”

“69.” His lids lowered with punctuated heat.

The image struck you along with the thought and you bit your lip at the concept. An immediate counter thought hit you and you released your bite to grimace. “Uh, I want to, but logistically one of us won’t reach…”

In a blink his eyes were wide and you could see he was doing mental calculations as he looked you up and down. You sat a little taller in case it helped and it seemed to as his gaze shot to the right. When he returned he had a satisfied air to him.

You trusted him, but that didn’t mean you didn’t worry.

“Figure it out?” You tilted your head, nervously.

“Stand.” He sat up as if he were preparing for something.

“Oh…” Your gaze dropped to his cock and you thought about how a similar command had preceded the move you supposedly weren’t going for.

A hand appeared in your vision and you took it without thinking. He pulled and you scrambled to get your feet under you. Now standing in front of him, you waited as his eyes darted with another bout of math. His grip on your hand firm, you rubbed a little circle with your thumb a as reassurance that you were there. When he surfaced he caught it and shot you a look that communicated his appreciation. You smiled and he tugged you to the side. You took a step out from between his legs and he brought his hand up. Confused, you followed it which meant stepping up onto the couch. He brought his other hand in to stabilize your waist as you did so and you looked down on him with ever increasing uncertainty. A small smile played on his lips as he gave you one last once over.

“The best I can give is a warning that this will feel strange, but I’ve got you.”

Not prepared for a sudden full sentence you nodded. “Alright…?”

“Oh and brace your arms on my legs.”

“Brace…” The turned up octave that would have dictated a question died on your lips at his set features. Whatever was about to happen, you would just have to go with. “Got it…”

In a sudden lurch, he got a hold of you and you flipped over. You tried not to scream but a sound smashed against your closed lips. Dealing with the twists, when you finally settled you were hovering over his cock and put your arms out to his legs as instructed. Your shirt immediately fell around you in a terrible tent and you scoffed. Donnie chuckled from where he had a stable grip on your waist and lifted you with ease. In a little wiggle you let the fabric fall off and then threw it onto the floor. Your hands returned to his thighs and you turned to look over your shoulder.

Instead of having you resting on his shoulder as one might a bazooka, in a dip, Donnie tucked his head under one of your legs which put him at eye level with your sex. You clenched at the sudden realization of where this position put you. You could barely see him over your own ass, but the top purple of his head froze for a moment as he took the scent of your arousal in. He then shook it off for proper adjustments. It ended with your knees firmly against each of his shoulders and your shins resting against the back of the couch where your feet hung off. He had your waist settled tightly in his grip and you were still staring down the barrel of his cock.

“This is crazy.”

“Change your mind?”

“Nope!” You closed your legs to crush his head between your thighs.

You felt a rush of air as he exhaled suddenly.

Nervous, you released and he made a noise of irritation.

“Harder.”

Giving a little chuff of your own, you turned your attention to what was in front of you and dropped your arms. With your mouth open you took the head of his cock and he choked as you immediately sucked. Needing to retaliate, he surged forward and buried his face into your core. It broke your lip lock as the sudden reminder that this would be your fourth orgasm of the day hit you. Fighting off wilting at his expertise, you crushed your thighs together. He moaned dreamily into your cunt and you dropped back down.

Testing his head around your lips it became immediately apparent that you could only do so much with your mouth alone. Tapping Donnie’s thigh as he languidly tasted you like a fine wine, you wondered on that exact fact. He was pretty food aggressive in this sense and his handle on your waist was rock solid. Remembering his words on how he had you, you simply let go. For a moment you waited nervously, hands hovering out, but nothing changed. He licked a long stripe over your pussy and you wrapped your hands around his shaft tentatively. A single supportive hum came from him and vibrated against your labia.

You gasped at it before wicking up his slick in your grasp. You then used it to stroke him as a sort of lube which sent his lips away from you in a little pant. Spurned by this, you got your mouth around him and bobbed your head. He lowered you slightly so you could take more of him and hunched forward to keep himself rooted between your legs. It was messy and strange, but you both soon found a combined rhythm. You became keenly aware that you rocked in time, pumping against each other in nearly a fluid motion. Taking more and more of him until your jaw ached, you squeezed his bulb to hopefully signify you’d hit your max point. Donnie caught on quickly and kept that as the farthest he’d let you down.

The rolling continuation of him into you and you onto him flooded you with a warmth that was hard to place. Regardless of the bizarre positioning, it was the closest you had gotten to the feeling of penetrative sex. You realized then, as your tongue rolled around the flaps of his head, that it was the shared sensation you missed. Making each other feel good separately was its own join, but fucking each other was something else entirely. You tried to log that as a revelation to share with him later when a bitterness hit your tongue. Quickly identifying its salty undertones as pre-cum, you palmed his cock a little harder in time with clenches of your thighs. It was a question of how close he was and Donnie responded with a nibble to your clit.

Knowing he was trying to catch you up to orgasm in unison, you increased your speed. The muscles in your hand warned of locking and your jaw was worse for wear. Suddenly nervous you wouldn’t make it, your eyes squeezed until tears pricked the corners. Behind you, Donnie seemed none the wiser as he nosed himself deeper causing that familiar tightness to peak. The crest was rapidly approaching and you weren’t feeling the swell in his knot that said the same of him. You slacked your legs to try to communicate this, but Donnie simply hiked his shoulder up to put you back into place. Left only to amplify your ministrations on his head, you felt the tensile strength snap taunt within you before it unraveled. Cumming, he fell from your mouth and you dipped forward. It pressed his cock into your cheek as you rode out the waves of defeat.

It was there with the stickiness clinging to your face that you held him. He gave a long satisfied sigh before you could feel him prepare to lower you. You let go of his dick as your knees gently slid down his plastron until they landed on his legs. He then let go of your waist before shifting to help you stretch your limbs out. Moving upright and feeling a confusing rush of blood, you leaned back which sent your hips a counterbalance forward. Your damp sex brushed his shaft and he solidified on contact.

“Donnie?” You asked, worry helping sober you up.

“Can you get up?”

“Y-Yeah. Uh, just let me…” You went to grab the arm rest, but you still needed to clear his stiff member.

“I can’t-” It was a familiar rasp to his earlier stop command.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry!” Pushing off on your loose legs, you did a sudden hop off the couch. Your action was successful as you got away from him without another graze, but your dismount was abysmal. You landed awkwardly with more weight on one leg than the other and immediately threw your arms out in a rapid spiral to try to correct. It amounted to nothing but making you feel like a fool as you stumbled several steps forward before falling right over.

“Y/N!”

“I’m fine…” You groaned from where your palm had hit the tile in the kitchen a little too hard.

You hoisted yourself into a sitting position with a wince and found Donnie hobbling over to you. His stiff member made the move difficult and you wondered why it was still standing so intently considering his intense reservations.

“I’m okay, silly. Would you stop?”

Ignoring you, Donnie knelt down and ran his gaze over you.

“Hey.” You reached out and cupped his cheek.

His eyes widened slightly and went to you in recognition.

“Where are you?”

“Here.” There was a confirmation to his tone.

“Yes, but I feel like there’s more.” Curling your legs to the side, you watched him drop to his knees. “Again, not forcing in the slightest, but… you kinda got someone betraying you here.” You nodded to his member who returned the gesture.

“It’s the attention. It’ll go down.” Donnie seemed like he wanted to turn away, but that would have removed him from your palm.

You stroked his jaw. “You look like Pooh with only a shirt on and dick out.”

Donnie reared with disgust and went to stand.

You laughed from the floor and grunted as you got to your feet. With a little pat to dust yourself off, you brought your head up in time for his tank top to hit you in your face. “So petty!” You called out as he disappeared into the bedroom. You stared for a long moment and heard the click of the bathroom before recognition hit you. “Donnie…?”

“Out in a minute.”

Blinking, you were in motion before you realized it. You rounded the corner in a rush and came up to the bathroom door with a skidding halt. “Are you…?”

Silence came from within.

“Are you taking care of it? Of… yourself?”

Even though there was no sound, there felt like a shift in the quiet. “It’ll be quick.”

“Oh.” Voice heavier than you wanted, you took a step back. You understood; it made sense. It would be a swiftly dispatch the issue as opposed to waiting. Backpedaling, you thought covering up would probably help the matter. Your shirt had landed somewhere in the living room so you headed back there when you heard the door to the bathroom open all too soon. Slowing, you half turned to find Donnie in a similar stance trying to hide the shame of his erection. “Nothing’s wrong. You go ahead. It’s totally fine.”

He continued to hesitate on the threshold as if trapped.

“Think you can talk?” You brought up a hand to give yourself some modesty just in case.

His pupil darted back and forth across the line that separated the two rooms.

Shifting your weight from one leg to the other, you thought. With a slight distraction, he had been fine. As soon as he had time to focus on what was happening, he got sucked up into his own head. It was a feeling you knew all too well. His plan had worked up until a point, but he was caught. He’d been so busy watching you strung up for pleasure it was like he forgot about himself. As soon as he was made aware he was part of the equation, fear reared its ugly head and he stopped on contact. There had to be an intermediary step between those two extremes to help him along.

Softening at a thought, you approached him slowly. He reacted with a wary lowering of his head. “Hey…” You stopped a few feet shy of him. “Can I touch you?”

He took a while processing your question before he gave a small nod.

You kept your gaze low and a small smile played on your lips as you reached towards his hand. His fingers lifted as you neared and you took the appendage. In a careful lift, you held the bridge between you and made a move to get his other. He brought it up similarly and you simply held him, feeling the weight of his hands. Yours looked especially small in the support position, but you still made little soothing strokes with your thumb. You waited until you could feel the tension release there before you went for your next move.

“Do you trust me?”

You watched his brain stall.

It didn’t seem like the question itself, but instead he grappled with the fact that you had asked it.

It drew an odd fondness from you.

You hadn’t chanced the question before in fear of his answer.

Now seeing his reaction, you wished you had done so sooner.

Instead of responding, he drew closer with a vulnerable eye. “You have something in mind.”

“I do.”

He lowered his head in a passive way that you took as a gesture to lead.

You stepped back slowly and pulled on the tether. He came easily and you led him over to the bed. “Lay down on your back.”

He checked in with you in one last glance before committing to the action. It struck you especially when he didn’t scoot over and instead lay on your side of the bed. He was submitting to you in a way he hadn’t before. It showed his trust all the more. Trying not to succumb to the sweetness, you stepped up beside him and he watched.

“Where’s the lube?”

“My nightstand, top drawer.”

You circled the bed and grabbed it before returning to him. “Okay. Unlike someone, I’m giving full transparency.”

He gave a chuff with a hint of reservation.

“I’m going to get on top and we aren’t going to insert or anything like that. We’re going to go ultra slow and not do a single thing you don’t want to. All I’m asking is for you to trust that I’ve got you.” You squirmed a little. “Like you always have me.”

His eyes widened by a small margin and then returned to an even gaze as he gave a nod.

“Thank you, Don.” You smiled at him before avoiding his reaction by climbing into the little space on the bed by his hips. You then made a show of tossing one of your legs over so you were straddling his thighs. His cock still bobbed at the ready in front of you and you had to resist touching it. Instead you palmed the lube and squirted some on your hand. Clasping around the fluid to warm the solution you waited and chanced a peek at him. He didn’t seem as on edge as he had on the couch, but you could see he still had concerns. Dropping your gaze to his member, you wondered how best to do this.

For human anatomy, it made the most sense to push him back where his cock would otherwise lay against his stomach. For Donnie, his plastron was in the way and he had a painful reminder of what that particular move felt like. Knowing then you would have to send him forward, you caged his legs in to push them together tightly. He seemed to catch the drift and closed up with perfect plank-like posture. Chuckling at the imagery, you reached out with slick hands to touch him. Your eye darted to his and he gave another nod that it was okay for you to do so. In a careful show, you skimmed him with your pads before committing to taking him in hand. His lips parted momentarily before he closed them back up. You shuffled forward on your knees until his member bobbed right around your lower torso. Letting go, you then reached around back to catch him again from between your legs. Bending his cock forward, you cleared him and settled on the other side raised high on your knees.

He immediately flared up and his eyes shot wide with alarm.

“Hey.” You held his cock firmly down. “Remember what I said? You’re okay. We’re not doing that. We can stop, but you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

You watched him have an internal struggle with a darting gaze before he relented with a tiny nod.

“I’m not going to let go, but I am going to touch you.”

You got another microscopic nod and readjusted from where the lube was loosening your grip. You then hunched forward to make sure the angle was right before lowering your body. The aim had been good and your pussy carefully landed just shy of the bulb at the root of him. His thighs twitched underneath you and in the barest roll, you dragged your sex back about an inch. The lube you’d applied made for a smooth glide, but you tempered going any further before checking back in with Donnie. His lids were half drawn in desire, but there was a wild air to his gaze that said he was fighting something. Glancing down, his hands were fisted at his sides and you reached out a wet digit to tap his plastron.

“Why don’t you grab my legs? You can get a better feel of where I’m going.”

Donnie was quick to give a rapid nod as he wrapped his thumbs around your thighs with his digits curling back just shy of your ass.

You let him settle before you made that same short journey in a small repetitive stroke. The bulb of him glided through your folds and the feeling of being this close to him after so long was addictive. Not allowing that instinct to take hold, you looked to your partner to find him on the losing side of his tumultuous battle. Feeling confident, you increased the length of him you let rub against you by another inch. He lolled back against your pillow and his fingers flexed into your flesh. Smiling to yourself, you double checked your slippery grip before grinding down on him a little harder.

His hips stuttered at the motion and you wondered how he’d subdued what you were sure was a buck. He seemed increasingly okay by the second so you added a little more of the movement. The bulk of his knot now rubbed fully across you and you stifled a little moan. It cracked his eye open and you hesitated in case watching you was too much. Instead his thumbs gave a push for you to continue. Your grin brightened coyly and he returned a portion of it. With one of your hands free, you rubbed the excess of the lube off on your leg before covering that appendage over his. In a move that surprised you, he released your hip to instead entwine your fingers. It was a bit awkward threading three with five, but you made it work. The hold there was one that struck you as powerful and the bubbling emotion it brought with it welled in your chest.

Fighting a strange sudden urge to cry happy tears, you chanced sliding back even more. A breath escaped Donnie’s lips as his mouth slacked a little.

“Good?” The word popped out without your knowledge.

He gave a satisfied nod.

You squeezed his hand and increased your rocking speed. Sliding up and down his shaft, you felt the way he throbbed against you in a totally new way. Every little ridge felt incredible and your own fluids filled in from where the lube was starting to taper off. From the grip you had just below the ridges of his head, you adjusted to rub the spade gently while still keeping his member down. His sudden sharp inhale said that was a good choice and you instinctually chased his high with your hips. Nearly bumping your hand in each down stroke, you steeled yourself not go so far. Sliding back towards him, you felt his other hand let go of your hip.

Watching curiously, he held it up with the slightest quake that you weren’t sure was caused by your ministrations or not. Slowing down, he made the smallest noise of complaint, but you got to plainly see that there was indeed a nervousness to his offered gesture.

“Are you sure?”

“Keep your hips down, it’ll hold.”

Words from him in this state were a double edged sword. Clarity usually meant he wasn’t as subdued as you hoped. Alternatively, it also meant he was fully aware of the actions he wanted to commit to. Torn, you slid all the way to his hilt before releasing your hold on his cock. There was the slightest shift from its natural curve, but otherwise it did stay in place as again you wiped the little wetness off on your leg before taking his hand. Your fingers wound into his and this time you applied the force there as you shifted back to stroke his length. Coming forward from the action, Donnie gave your hands a tight squeeze that translated right to your heart.

Grinding down under the weight of the affections, you sped up all the more. Just as you had on the couch, that sensation of dual pleasure came about and you let your desires leak out in breathy gasps. Donnie’s head lifted off your pillow as he seemed entranced by the scene. Coaxed by his intensity, you leaned into his vice grip to look down where you could see the base of his cock glistening with your juices between each roll of your hips. The sight snatched your throat and caused a bob of your hips. His cock bounced for a moment and you forced pressure downward to keep anything from happening. You felt a tug on your tether and you looked to find Donnie’s gaze openly oozing lust.

“Lift your hips up at the end.”

Your glide faltered as your clit grazed his bulb. “When… I do that… it curves in… some…”

“It’s okay.”

“Yeah?” You were already sliding back towards his head.

“Yeah.” He gave a confirming nod and you tilted your hips into a flourishing flick. His cock raised in the little freedom it was afforded and the flare of his spade head brushed your core.

A moan poured out of your lips as you raked towards him. He was now pushing and pulling on your limbs and with each backstroke you were instinctually raising a little higher. The threat of him entering increased with each pump and the thought of it caused a flood from you. The squelch of each stroke became more pronounced and your arms began to buckle under Donnie’s force.

“It’s… going to slip in…” You gasped as each roll brought you up more and more as his hips were now moving in tandem.

“Not so… easily…” He heaved back, nearly bouncing you atop him.

“D-don…!” Your voice throttled as he parted your folds which coaxed your entrance more and more. “It’s so wet! Every time I move… It-!”

He yanked you so hard forward you nearly toppled over and his whole body rose up to send you back down his shaft.

“N-no! This angle-!” With an extra little buck from him, you hopped up and his head breached you. A single surprised gasp left you before gravity got its claws into your back. Your wheeze turned into a yelp as you hit the bed and your hips shot up. Hot fluid pumped into you with an intensive force that caused your eyes to roll back. It wasn’t until after the third full blast that you got your pupils sorted. Donnie had flipped you over and had one hand supporting the raise of your hips from your lower back. His other hand wrapped around his cock where he was doing a short stroke at his base to pour his cum into you. He held himself exactly where only his tip had entered. Even without him inside, the excessive amount of cum felt like it hit a filling point and then exceeded in a very real spill that cascaded down the crease of your ass cheeks. He came down with a few extra faint bursts before he slacked above you, seemingly nothing holding his limp form upright.

You watched as his eyes shut and he took breaths that looked metered. His lids then rose and with a lucidity he seemed to review what he had done. The scene was self explanatory and he winced at the sight. “Shit.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the expletive. “Still had to come inside, hm?”

He shot you a betrayed look before he let your hips fall to the bed. His seed leaked further out onto the sheets and you scrambled to try to stop it.

He didn’t seem to care anywhere near as much. “It’s fine, we’ll change them.”

Relaxing with a pursed lip, you studied him. “Rate your experience?”

He gave you a side eye before sitting down from his haunches. “I’m annoyed.”

“Why?” You clambered upright. “That was incredible.”

“You didn’t cum.”

“You-” You almost smacked your palm into your face. “That’s what you’re upset about!?”

“Of course.”

You pinched his thigh.

“What?” He barked and leaned into your face.

You kissed the tip of his snout.

“Y/N…” He grouched.

“Alright, tell you what…?”

He narrowed his gaze.

“Make me then.”

Comprehension blossomed on his face and you watched him head south.

“Hold it.” You reached out and pushed a digit into his forehead.

He looked at you through your hand.

In a gentle push, you sent him back to the bed.

He complied with a little fight until you crawled up beside him. You laid on your side, facing away, and reached back around to wrangle his arm. When you caught hold of it, you pulled it around you so he was spooning you.

“Let’s see how he’s doing…” Bringing one of your legs up, you reached between to search. You chewed your lip as you found his cock still out. “Perfect.”

“I’m not ready to-”

“That’s fine. We’re still not doing that.” You interrupted and tilted your head to catch a glimpse of him. You sent him a wink before guiding his member between your legs. “You like my thighs, right?”

He nodded into your shoulder, interest piqued, as he peered over to watch what you were doing.

“Good.” You saddled his shaft up against your cunt before closing your thighs down into a grip. “Your turn.”

The arm around you slowly animated until he caught your hip. Not quite satisfied there, he buried his other arm into the bed so it could sneak out around your front. With a proper hold, he gave a small thrust which was lubricated by his fallen seed. The curve of his cock just teased your folds as he pulled back and you knew if he got the position down his head could clip your clit on the way forward. Mirroring your thoughts, he nearly did so but halted as his cock appeared through the other side of your legs.

You tilted again to try to glimpse him, but his chin was rooted to your shoulder. From where your arms were folded up to your chest, you bent one back to brush him in an easing manner. It brought him back and he placed a kiss into your neck as thanks. You squirmed a little, grinding your ass against him for additional encouragement. He puffed an exhale through his nose before he pulled his hips back and then snapped forward. He slid easily and gave into the repetitive motion. Catching your early hypothesis instinctually, each stroke soon sent him bumping against your clit. The friction was good, but too imprecise for what you needed.

You meant to be content with that as this was for him, but your mouth. “Do you f-feel that?”

His head shifted from where he had it pressed your cheeks together as he worked.

“That’s you…” Your voice peaked as he sent the upward drag higher. “Your cum.”

You could feel his curiosity flare.

“All that wet, sopping, fluid?” You caught his arm to hold on as he sped up. “A little m-me, but mostly you-!”

Burying deeper into your folds to chase the substance, his angle was changing with each thrust.

“From your d-damn breeding kink.” You hiccupped and he refreshed one of the bites into your neck in a chomp that had you biting down a whine as you had more to say. “From you’re always trying to breed me!!”

It elicited a downright feral roar from him as he dipped down and then bucked straight up. It caused the full length of him to enter you in a sudden split that sent your voice so high it cracked and shattered. Punch drunk, you jostled uselessly as he pistoned into you with a vice like grip around your body. Despite the obscene level of wetness, you clamped down desperately as if your very innards knew that was what you’d been craving.

“Fuck!” The sound popped from you so loud it stunted your own hearing.

He pulled you tighter as if trying to get closer when that was patently impossible. Glued to one another, it all had happened so fast that you didn’t realize his tip was plowing your g-spot until your orgasm was already on the horizon like a runaway train. Delirious, its lights blinded you and you nearly succumbed to the blackout. Your mouth held out as the final reserve if only to ensure you’d be thrown under the oncoming wheels.

“Knock me up!!!”

Donnie’s nails tore at your flesh and he buried himself deeper than he ever had. It almost felt as though something gave as the boiling scorch of his orgasm exploded inside you. You spasmed violently and your head shot back until it crashed into his in a sharp butt. Neither of you cared as you rode out your orgasms in twitching ecstasy.

When you surfaced you could only wonder how you were still awake when you felt his dick still rhythmically twitching inside of you. His hold was making it hard to breathe and you wobbled as you tried to form words. “You’re… still… cumming…?”

He gave the most desperate and quick nod into your wounded shoulder.

You could see the little trail of blood.

He’d definitely bitten the already broken skin a second time.

You had no recollection of that.

You might have wondered if you needed stitches.

Except a volcano could have sprouted in upper Manhattan, erupted, and you would have been none the wiser.

You only knew his orgasm stopped when his body utterly gave out.

The release allowed your lungs to fill.

The rush of oxygen was an unnecessary intoxication on top of your already inebriated mind.

“H-hey, D-don…?”

His consciousness was confirmed by his blink against your skin.

How did you even have words left?

“G-good job.”

His eyes closed.

“You d-did it.”

You could only think of how stupid that sounded.

Maybe that was the definition of fucked silly.

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