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minhosfabuloushair · 2 years
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okay but a divergent au for the maze runner characters
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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months
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A/N: I finished this sweet little one shot I found in my drafts. ❤️
Wayne Munson stared at his nephew's hospital bed. He never really felt his age, not around his nephew. Eddie always somehow managed to bring out the rambunctious side that once belonged to his youth. He was quick to his snapbacks and wasn't afraid to wrestle with him a time or too. Sitting in this chair, however, Wayne felt every bit his age and then some. It was times like these with Eddie that made him feel old, and it was worse now.
"You better not leave me alone, boy," Wayne whispered gruffly.
"Wayne?"
He looked over his shoulder, and his heart leaped at the sight of the woman he once loved walking through the door of the hospital room. Shit, maybe he still loved her. Her smile, though tentative, was still sweeter than pumpkin pie. Wayne loved pumpkin pie. Claudia was still as beautiful as the day he met her. He wondered if she was still a Henderson or if she finally divorced that no good husband of hers. When he met her, she was still Claudia Jackson, the sweetest girl in all of Hawkins. She wasn't afraid of giving away her heart more than once to anyone who she felt deserved it, and she wasn't afraid of befriending anyone, even if it might cause her grief. Although there were risks in that, she wasn't afraid of taking those either.
"Hey, punkin," Wayne said, giving her a crooked grin.
"Wayne," Claudia said, and he was pleased to see that he could still make her blush so prettily.
"When did you get back to Hawkins?" He asked.
"Quite a few years ago," Claudia said, looking at her feet in shame. "I would have contacted you, but to be honest, I was afraid."
"I was never upset with you for choosing him, Claudia. He was sick, what were you supposed to do? You loved him too," Wayne said. "Just disappointed in the situation, is all."
"I know," she said softly.
"How is Walt?" Wayne asked.
"Gone. Left before we moved back to Hawkins," Claudia said.
"We?" Wayne asked.
"I have a son. Dustin. Your boy took him under his wing this year," Claudia said. "I'm very grateful to him."
"He's a good boy," Wayne sniffled. "School's always been hard for him. It's going to be even harder for him now that they think he's a murder. They cleared him, but you know how it is. The public's opinion has always been the hardest to clear."
Claudia moved closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I never believed it for a second," Claudia replied.
"What if he doesn't wake up?" Wayne sobbed, and he collapsed in Claudia's arms.
And it was like the past twenty years hadn't happened. She was here and holding him tightly. It was like time hadn't passed at all. He spent most of his energy crying in her arms, and he's not sure when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he was reclining back in the hospital chair with a blanket draped over him. Claudia walked back in a few moments later. He thought he had dreamed her up there for a second. She was wearing nurses' scrubs. Shit, maybe he was still dreaming.
"Get your mind out of the gutter, old man," she said teasingly. "I work here as a nurse."
"How did you -?"
"Twenty years is a long time, but I like to think that I still know you," Claudia said softly.
"You were always good at taking care of other people," he replied.
"So were you, always taking care of that brother of yours and Elizabeth," Claudia and started pushing Eddie's hair back. "I hear a lot of people say that he looks a lot like his daddy, but I see a lot of Elizabeth in him too. I always thought so since he was a baby. I always liked Elizabeth. I was sad to hear that she passed. I would have come then, but Dusty was a sick baby, and I'm not sure what stopped me after."
"You're here now," Wayne said softly. "Please, don't leave again, punkin. I know it's been twenty years, but I never stopped loving you. Choose me this time. I ain't asking for much, just whatever you can give me. I know I can't give you a whole lot. . ."
"Nothing can keep me away from you, Wayne Munson," Claudia said. "Not ever again."
"Not even cats?" Wayne asked.
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," she teased.
Wayne chuckled and took her hand, pressing a hard but loving kiss to it.
"You know anything about the Harrington boy that's been patrolling the halls?" He asked.
"Oh, that's Steve. He's as good as my son, too, as well as Sue and Charles Sinclair's son. His parents, well, they're about as reliable as Al," Claudia said. "He's a good boy, and he's been a good older brother to Dusty. To all the kids."
"There's something in his eyes, though," Wayne said, his eyes wandering over to Eddie. "I'm not sure if I should say."
"Sometimes, things don't need to be said for someone to understand," Claudia said, her eyes twinkling delightfully. "I hope it all works out for them."
"Me too," Wayne said softly.
It was during that moment when Claudia and Wayne were staring fondly into each other's eyes that Eddie awoke.
"Either you're a really good nurse, or you really are going to be my new auntie," Eddie croaked.
Wayne had never been happier to give him a slap on the head than he was in that moment. His boy was awake, his loud mouth a strong indicator of more good things to come.
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jazeswhbhaven · 1 month
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That's What You Get When You Eat a Mandrake~ (Beel Butt L-Card Story: Ch.1) *React 2*
S t o p
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Be sure to check out Part 1 of this react first ->
If you've already checked it out you're good to go ^^
So we left off on Beel, Dong-hyung and MC making it back to the palace after walking through Avisos. MC is very much still drunk asf.
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But our cute bby did it!! He carried MC all the way back and Beel is impressed so-
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So Beel pulled down DonBear's pants lmao and left a tattoo on his booty that says 'cute' lol So now we know how Beel 'tattoos' he uses magic to do it. (kinda reminds me of that Misfits episode...)
And here this is how I realize that getting a tattoo from Beel is the highest honor. Also we do know DonBear is of age because he was at the bar in the first place, but perhaps he just didn't earn the piercing just yet because there are a lot of citizens of Avisos to go through...I'm sure some of them don't have a piercing yet.
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hehehehehe
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Awh that would be cute, imagine DonBear being the future king of Gluttony? (Though I wonder if Bael would be like...uh maybe let's not say that even though he needs a damn break lol)
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Even when MC went back to Gehenna he was still poking around wondering when he'd see them again T^T and he crafted the booty chocolates in the idea of MC's butt that's just amazing to me. (also he's an ass guy confirmed then)
But but but-
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So I jumped ahead a bit in the last react post it seems they didn't' drag him along with them until AFTER the flashback ^^;
But still a hundred doctors??? Damn I wish I had that many at my call when I get sick like dang help (mammon would probs get me doctors, the best care around or I could just see Morax <3)
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This is the part where I'm like, dang what would that do to MC if they ate it???
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Again then why the fuck were ppl putting it in the chocolate omg, MC was literally about to eat like a box or two T^T (which I mean maybe it does nothing in small quantities but still)
But I can't help but not feel sorry for Beel he didn't have to eat all those boxes like a jealous heathen lol
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BAEL PLEASE
So it's explained that if he doesn't get the antidote that it will consume his mind and make it troubled and Beel is just like "Yeah uh my friend is fucking dense so will there be any difference?"
Pls. The shade.
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So Beel didn't hit him because of what he said about his mind, but because-
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Our bitey horni king of Gluttony is fucking scared of needles I cannot.
This is just really funny seeing as how he seemingly isn't really afraid of anything but that.
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He really doesn't want that shot lol
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They ask MC though if they're willing to give him the shot and I'm sitting over here like...
(I have to sometimes help my roommate with their T-shots so...I kinda know what I'm doing/ they also don't like needles btw so this has been a ride for the household)
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So everyone leaves the room so MC and Beel can discuss this and right off the bat I feel that MC is me here too because I'd say the same shit "That's what you get, Beel. Now look at you."
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NOPE NOPE You don't get to grrrrrr at me >:( you got one more time to growl
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*shakes my finger* Don't you dare....bad devil...bad boy!
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ULTIMATUM TIME. Because yeah if we're gonna be childish and growling and shit, let's get real I ain't coming back. I'm staying in Gehenna and ordering Satan to kick you out on sight >:(
So it seems the threat made him serious, because he pulls down his pants (lmaooo he was like damn it's like that then...)
and phew the description of his ass
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Huh, I wonder what MC is watching then because man sometimes there's some nice booty in porn *shrug* BUT I DIGRESS this is MC's universe lmao
I just know we've seen his pale non tanned booty on that card and it's nice. I'm trying to decide if Mammon's is better though cause it's got that badoonk round thing going for it...hmmmmm
(sidebar: on his attacker card I wanna be in that club seeing how his butt flexes and moves when he fucks because-) ahem
moving onnnnn :D
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Same MC. Same.
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So he's not gonna do the shot for free. He has bad memories. Hm.... I'm sure we will know more about that later. Possibly something bad involving angels is a high reason why he hates shots.
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Oh???? So we're gonna have to distract him then....
This is gonna get hot...like really hot, and it's probably gonna take me forever to unlock the unholy board because I'm f2p lmaooo I'll just partake in the spoilers when they pop up btw there is a weird bug that I'm not sure they fixed yet for this card's unholy board. Most aren't able to proceed and some aren't able to use his ultimate either. BUT in conclusion: Beel was being an ass and now his ass in on the line. Lol I bet you he won't even remember or care about this once he gets the shot. No accountability will still eat any gift anyone gives MC in the future no matter what. But as always thank you for sitting in on another react by your lovely admin. I am now going to finish that Bael oneshot and gear up for a full Valentine's day of Beel for you all. -your lovely admin ♥( ˆ⌣ ˆԅ)
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ssa-atlas-alvez · 2 months
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after reading “Allergies (Not Really)” I CRAVED more Reader and Mia, and I brainstormed many ideas until I thought of the perfect one.
A couple years later, there’s a case in the town Mia now stays at. Reader and Hotch were talking to the principal at Mia’s school and Mia was walking in the halls, spotted Reader, and immediately ran to him, hugging him. Reader was shocked, but quickly recognized the girl and nearly starts crying.
(If you choose to do this, you can add/get rid of anything :D)
A/N: Annnd I'm back. I think? Anyways, this has been in the making for yonks so hopefully you enjoy it. Also, sorry if you've been tagged twice I kind of just went crazy and made sure everyone was definitely tagged aha.
Description: Mia and reader reunite, chaos ensues.
Warnings: gun shots, unsubs go to the school, guns, schools targeted, criminal minds levels of violence (maybe even on the slightly tamer side).
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"(Y/N), you're with me, we're heading to the school," Hotch says and you nod. That didn't seem too bad. You both headed there, talking to the principal for a while, trying to gather the facts, gathering everything the principal could offer in relation to the case. You suspected that the unsub that was attacking the students was a previous student here (or possibly multiple previous students).
Mia's eyes widen when she spots you in the corridor, dropping her bag, she races towards you.
You stumble on impact, confusion covering your face, "Wha-?"
She looks up at you as she quickly wipes her eyes, "Texas?"
"Mia?!" Your eyes widen, "Holy-" You cut yourself off, reminding yourself that you were in a school. Mia doesn't say anything, simply hugging you tighter and you follow suit, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes and the lump beginning to form in the back of your throat.
She grins up at you, seeing your eyes red rimmed, "Let me guess, allergies?"
"Yep." You answered with a nod.
A boy jogs up to the pair of you, holding a bag in his right hand in addition to his backpack. "Mia you... ran off... so fast..." The boy gasps out, placing his free hand on his hips, face flushed. "Nearly.... trampled to... death..."
Mia rolls her eyes, "You're so dramatic," She laughs and the boy shoots her a grin.
"But it was good acting though."
"Mediocre at best," Mia teases.
"Who's this?" You ask Mia, turning to the boy stood next to her.
"This is my boyfriend, Jake," She smiles and you give her a soft smile before turning to Jake (the smile quickly disappearing). "Jake, this is the FBI agent I met when, you know..."
"Nice to meet you, Sir," Jake says, giving you a small smile, "Mia's told me a lot about you."
"I'm sure you're a nice kid," You said slowly, choosing your words carefully. "But if you hurt her, I have a gun n I ain't afraid to use it,"
"(Y/N), you can't go around threatening people," Hotch said, sighing deeply.
"It's merely a warnin',"
"Okay, chill your beans, Texas," Mia huffs, "Jake's a nice guy, so just chill,"
"I'm just sayin'-"
"Chill, Texas." Mia said, crossing her arms before she furrows her eyebrows, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Recent murders," You said, "BAU got called in,"
"That makes sense," Jake nodded slightly.
"How about you? You have anyone special?" Mia grins as your cheeks tint pink. "Oh my god you do?! Who are they?!"
"You remember Agent Jareau?" When Mia nods, you continued, "She and I are... courtin',"
"Courting?" Mia snorts, "So you're dating?! How's that going?"
"'S goin' good," You said with a small nod, "But I ain't 'bout to talk to a kid about my datin' life,"
Mia rolls her eyes, "You know I'm not a kid, right?"
"Nah, you're still a kid," You replied and she huffed slightly.
A few days had passed, everything was fine until Hotch sent you back to the school to check in to see if the principal had thought of anything new that would aid the investigation when everything went…tits up.
There was, in fact, a group of unsubs and, after you had made your way to the library. It was a relatively small library but a library nonetheless.
You press your hand firmly against the steadily bleeding wound on your stomach, what with the gun pressed to your head and the threats of the unsub shooting a student, you force yourself to stay still. You could take them all and you weren't good to any of them dead.
The most you can do is talk, try to distract them long enough for the team to breach. "You've got me, surely that's enough?" Are the words that pool out of your mouth.
"Why would that be enough?"
"Can I reach into my back pocket to grab my ID?" The unsub nods, the other's finger close to the trigger, just in case. You reach behind you with your least bloody hand, fishing your badge from your back pocket. "I'm SSA (Y/N), I work for the FBI as a part of the Behavioural Analysis Unit."
"Well, well, well, we bagged ourselves an FBI agent!" The leader cheers, you watch out of the corner of your eye as Mia jumps, clinging on to Jake's hand like a lifeline.
"Let the kids go." You say, "They'll be more willin' to cooperate with you."
"Oh, we don't want their cooperation." He sneers, "We want to cause as much pain and suffering as possible before we go out. Now... who should we start with?" His eyes glide across the room before they land on Mia. "You. Come here."
"Hey, no, leave the kids out of this-" Your head snaps to the side as the butt of the gun collides with your head.
You watch as Jake moves in front of her. "I'll take her place."
"No, Jake-"
Jake shoots her a soft smile before shaking his head, "It's alright."
"Aw, how sweet." The unsub taunts. Jake walks forward until he's in front of the unsub.
You stagger to your feet, "Why don't you stop bein' pathetic and targettin' kids, huh?" You raise an eyebrow, "What is it, you that weak that you can only ass'rt dominance over kids?"
He points the gun and you force yourself to stand, tackling him to the floor. When his gun clatters, you reach for it, aiming it and taking the unsub’s out, one by one.
The gun shoots as you had tackled him to the group, piercing Jake's stomach. When you tackled the unsub to the floor, he had squeezed the trigger on instinct. You manage to grab the gun, shooting him, and then his friends, one by one. They're sluggish to react, not having expected this.
And soon enough, they're all down. You go to them, one by one to take their weapons. You then turn to the students to make sure they're all alright. Your eyes immediately shoot to Mia, and the figure on the ground next to her. You stagger to them, dropping to your knees.
You quickly wipe one hand down your jeans, cleaning the blood off it as much as you can before you push down against Jake's stomach to stem the bleeding.
"Just hold on,” You give him a reassuring smile before you turn to Mia, “Mia, you need to run down the hall, let people know we're in here."
"But Jake-"
"I've got him, you need to get help,"
Mia nods before she rushes off.
"Jake?" You shake him ever so slightly and his eyes flutter open to look up at you, "Mia's gone to get you some help, you just need to hold on," Jake gave a shaking nod.
"Mia-?"
"Is absolutely fine. You did good kid, real good." You give him a small smile, pressure still on the wound.
"Thanks," Jake bites out, grinding his teeth in pain.
"And hey, you're taking this really well. I know grown men who cry for their Mamas," You say, giving him a reassuring smile.
Jake huffs a small laugh, wincing slightly. And soon enough, Mia runs back in with some medics and your team.
You look up at them, "they're all down, gsw. Only Jake here is injuried, I believe." You say.
Hotch raises an eyebrow, "And yourself," He says.
You shake your head, "'M fine, sir,"
"Liar," Is all Hotch replies with. You huff, "Don't even try to argue it. You're both going to the hospital."
Turning, you look at Jake and decide not to argue. You give a short nod.
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ghostytoad · 6 months
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hey!! if you’re taking requests, i’d like to request the rottmnt boys falling for a fem! reader who’s basically like your stereotypical raph. she loves fighting, loves working out, loud asf, short-tempered, blunt, sarcastic, cursed with resting bitch face, all that jazz. but, once you get to know her, she’s actually really funny and sweet. NEVER afraid to speak her mind, so she may come across as rude or sassy at times, but she never really means to be. DEFINITELY has mild adhd and is on the autism spectrum. 🫶
Hfhdks yippe, my v first request!! tbh the boys can use a little extra chaos in their life so this was really fun to write abt. hopefully it's decent, i'm still v new to writing this kinda stuff!!
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* Kiss with a Fist *
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ROTTMNT Boys x Fem! Raph-esque reader who is secretly a sweet softie
Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for an intimidating, snappy, but secretly sincere human.
Headcanons for: Raph, Donnie, Leo, & Mikey
Fem! Reader; Romantic; Fluff; Mild violence || Words: 4k
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Feel free to send in more requests and prompts!!
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Raph:
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to be honest, raph was initially intimidated and wary of y/n when they first met
like sure, he's used to his brothers being a bit too curt and impulsive and april can come off as sassy and overbearing but none of that compares to the levels y/n is on
something about how forward she can be really puts the poor turtle on edge
until he starts getting to know her a little better, finding out more about her hobbies and all
after a period of initial surprise, he starts getting used to y/n's presence in the lair
she fits in almost naturally in their family dynamic; she's basically one of them now and he loves having someone around who shares his interests
plus he could always use a workout buddy; not that his brothers aren't good spotters but he could always use a break from their antics
will take y/n to every wrestling event & spend the entire time gushing about his newest wrestling idol and when they're not out and about beating up bad guys or playing video games, he will allow y/n to sit in and spot him while he powers through his rigorous workouts
he enjoys being able to swap workout tips and tricks with y/n; treats every little bit of advice she gives as divine wisdom & he will take it all to heart
he likes to brag to his brothers about how strong y/n is, especially considering that she can keep up with his mutant abilities; everything she does impresses him to no end
opened a jar of pickles without help? amazing
landed on her feet after a pretty high tumbling jump? absolutely incredible
being able to handle his occasional hugs? literally the best thing in the world to him
having y/n around motivates raph to train harder and push himself past his limits
unfortunately, this has led to a few injuries-
"uh oh. y/n ain't gonna be happy to hear about this..."
cue the scolding, the lectures, and the bedrest. y/n's orders. but raph secretly enjoys being doted on by y/n so he won't say no
it didn't take raph too long to realize his feelings for y/n
he'd been picking up on little hints here and there, but he'd talk himself out of that silly train of thought every single time
like when he'd catch her watching him train and could feel that rush of heat burn at his cheeks
'i've just been training too hard and it's way too hot in here'
and when he couldn't get y/n off his mind when she wasn't around?
'i'm just worried about her is all. who knows what kinda trouble her loud mouth might get her in-'
but it was when y/n was comforting raph after a bust mission one particular night that really did him in and confirmed his feelings
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It's bad enough when the brothers fail in their latest mission, but to get their butts handed to them by Hypno of all villains? Eesh, talk about major humiliation stink. The loss had them all silently slinking back into their lair, hoping to sleep off the defeat at the hands of their unimpressive foe. Raph was just about to make his way into his room to mop when he spotted Y/N waiting up for them in the lair's living room. It was upon seeing her sitting there with an unreadable, stern expression that a realization hit him. They had plans later.
"Hey, sorry, YN. No Brunch 'n Punch tonight. Raph's a lil' tired..." his low and gruff voice did little to hide the timid air in his tone. "I-I'll make it up to ya though! Promise!"
Despite his stuttered attempt to console Y/N and her anticipated disappointment, his tired expression and wilted posture gave away just how exhausted and downtrodden the towering mutant was. It was more than enough to tell Y/N a few things:
Raph had another rough day.
Raph once again pushed himself and got hurt.
And Raph needed someone to help carry that weight.
Before he could continue his defeated shuffle past Y/N, he felt a sudden tug on the lip of his rugged shell. Not even a second after, he felt his torso being enveloped by the subtle warmth of what could only be a person. Was Y/N hugging him...? Looking down from his stunned silence, he found Y/N with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, face hidden by the jutting ridges of his plastron. Unable to find the words to break the tense silence surrounding them, Raph simply lets out a low chuckle as his hand gently caresses the back of Y/N's head.
"If this is about me bailing on our plans, Raph gets it. You probably hate m-"
"What am I gonna do with you, Raph...? What am I going to do if you won't take care of yourself..." Y/N's voice was unusually small.
"Say what?" The mutant didn't know what to make of the wavering tone in Y/N's voice. Was she mad? Was she worried? It was unlike Y/N to be this... vulnerable.
After a few more moments of silence, Raphael broke out of his confusion with a realization. Y/N was still holding him. The exhaustion and shame began lifting its shrouding curse off of him as his body eased into the comforting embrace. So warm. So gentle. So caring. Everything about Y/N was perfect, even the parts of her personality that she chose to share only with him. It was then that another, more pressing realization came to his mind.
Damn, does this boy got it bad. He's in love.
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Donnie
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he's entirely put off by y/n's whole demeanor and keeps his distance at first; like raph on his own can be a headache to deal with, but now there's two of them??
he won't outright avoid her, he just prefers quieter company
he can't exactly say they share many similar interests, but y/n's newfound spot as a member of his little family gives him incentive to at least try finding some common ground to bond over
so when it comes to the more physical and brawn-heavy aspect of his work, he can truly appreciate y/n's constant presence
god knows he can't trust his brothers to be careful or attentive enough to help him in the lab and april isn't always around to enthusiastically offer her assisstance when needed... but y/n just happens to be the perfect solution to his otherwise frustrating problem
dare he say it: "she's reliable and more importantly always happy to lend a hand"
and donnie really values the way y/n is willing to listen to him drone on about his latest projects and mapping out his complex thought process; all with very little complaint (a huge plus for him!)
in fact, she even seems eager to learn and is quick to pick up on the nuances of his work. he can also understand/empathize with y/n's misunderstood demeanor when it comes to her stone faced expression ('or resting bitch face, as she so eloquently put it')
donnie's never been good at expressing himself; he knows how vexing it can be when everyone seems intent on misreading one's emotions based on something as fickle as facial expression
and the more time donnie spends with y/n, the more he's able to observe her and her subtle mannerisms
it's gotten to the point where he can pick up on her subtle cues and accurately read her mood better than anyone else. to his brothers, it's as if y/n and donnie share a telepathic connection with how easily they can communicate with a simple glance
it doesn't take long for him to get used to y/n's more rambunctious and wild behaviors; when he's not busy working, he will sometimes invite her on their less eventful missions and adventures
he won't say it out loud, but he's really come to respect y/n's combat prowess and her ability to hold her own
admires it even... one might even say he lov-
'nope. no. nein. not the l-word...'
donnie's always quick to catch himself before he can finish off that thought but he can't help himself; cute and mean are just his type after all
whether or not he chooses to pursue those feelings though....
well, let's just say y/n really didn't leave him a choice after she practically saved his life during one fairly unexpected encounter
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It hadn't been a hard mission. The Hamato brothers had successfully thwarted another run-of-the-mill robbery at the appropriately named Run of the Mill Pizzeria. Relishing in their triumph, the four turtles, joined by their newest companion Y/N, decided to make a night of it and order a few celebratory 'zzas. It was as Donnie was making his way to the booth that he was halted by the stumbling grip of an iebriated yokai yanking him back by his shoulder. The patron's swaying form crumpled forward as they tried supporting their full weight on the hand that was still firmly locked on Donnie's shoulder.
"'Ey you.... I know you..." the strong stench of alcohol burned at the turtle's nostrils as he furrowed his brow in confusion, "Yer the guy from that brawl last night. Ya dropped my drink!"
Ah. Mistaken identity. Before Donnie could correct them, the yokai straightened in a menacing stance, lifting their hand's grip from him and balling into a fist.
"You... YOU! You owe me a new drink AND a new shirt! Ya ruined MY GOOD SHIRT!"
Ever the smug one, Donnie simply shook his head and with condescension dripped from his lazy grin.
"Perhaps laying off on the booze might help to improve your memory. You're clearly looking for a fight and I'm not one to hold back in battle." With a wave of his hand, he feigned a dramatic sigh, "But I'd reconsider what would be one too many bar fights. I mean, you've obviously done your brain enough damage."
What followed was the unmistakable and resounding thud of a body hitting the restaurant walls. The remaining brothers watched amusedly from their booth as the purple-coded brother peeled from the newly dented wall and collapsed onto the floor, dumbfounded and only mildly in pain.
"He'll be fine~" Leo mused as he caught sight of Y/N's horrified expression.
"He was kinda askin' for it..." Raph shrugged, unwilling to stop Y/N who was now stomping a warpath from the booth to the drunken offender.
"HEY, ASSHOLE!" were the only words uttered before Y/N's flurry of furious punches unleashed themselves onto the yokai's face. Donnie watched fondly as Y/N's strike after strike seemed to reduce the belligerent patron to a pathetic and unintelligable mess on the floor.
Something about her pose, the way her bruised fists were held up in triumphant victory as she loomed over the monster's unconscious form, seemed to pull at the deepest, darkest parts of the turtle's heart. Was she always this badass and cool? Was it the lighting? Was it the concussion setting in? Has she always looked this cute?
"Wow... You're incredible....." Donnie muttered under his breath with awe.
So much for science being his only love.
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Leo:
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honestly? the more chaos, the better
raph is great and all, but he always had the annoying tendency to boss everyone around, and his ever-growing worry chasm was really starting to irk leo
so it's great to have someone around that isn't always on his case about his stunts or lecture him on dull things like responsibility and duty and all
while he does take into account the fact that Y/N is a human, she's a special human with special priviliges in his mind; meaning open invites to every mission (no matter how dangerous) and her own front row seat to every single convoluted plan leo's made
he's always there to actively enable her loud habits, he just lives for the banter and drama; he calls it his very own telenovela
obviously he'd never let her get too far into it and when things start getting a little too real, he will try getting y/n to tone down the snark and deescalate the situation
can't have his new bestie getting herself into trouble after all! and he'd never hear the end of it from his brothers if she ever got hurt bc of his encouragement
as boring as he finds training to be, having y/n around really helps to spice things up. he's always calling dibs on having her for sparring partner duties and won't hold back much
on the rare occasion that he's not getting into trouble and causing mischief with y/n, he'll show her around all the best stargazing spots new york has to offer (via portal ofc)
no reason in particular, it's just nice getting to see the stars past the haze of the city's light pollution and it seems like something friends do
'it's totally normal for friends to stargaze alone together, right?'
yeah, no he's sure of it. he just really happens to enjoy y/n's company without the constant interruption of his brothers' teasing
it's not like he's asked her to go with him on a magic carpet ride or anything
oh wait...
right, there was that one time when they decided to stop by the mystic city antiques shop and try out the dubiously named "magic carpet" the shop was selling. how was he supposed to know it was a flying magic carpet?? magic could literally mean anything!
he didn't complain when y/n would hold onto him as they weaved through the skies of the hidden city. and it was cute watching her face scrunch up with laughter every time he made a joke
but that's just friends being friends, right??
'this better not be what being wrong feels like because it's not a great feeling at all'
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"Alright, Leo. This'd better be good for you to be calling me up at 3 in the morning." April's voice hissed through the call, still rough with sleep and irritation as Leo had called her up on a school night of all times.
Leo gripped tightly at the phone as if it were his only line of defense from the terrible, terrible ordeal he was about to confide. "Apes, you gotta help me! I think I might be losing my edge or something."
"Your... what?"
"My edge!" Leo reiterated, panic set in his tone, "My mojo! The Leo-factor! I think I might be losing it and I don't know how to get it back!"
A few moments of soft shuffling sounding from the phone's receiver met Leo's frantic explanation. April must've been slowly forcing herself to sit up from where she'd been sleeping peacefully only minutes ago.
"... don't 've time for this..." was all that could be deciphered between shuffles.
The disgruntled girl could only sigh, "Okay. Leo. What makes you think you've 'lost your mojo'?"
Leo paused in thought, humming low as he tried to recall his recent mojo-related blunders.
"Okay, okay, so! You know how Y/N's been hanging around the lair a lot more lately? It's like every time she's there, I get thrown off my game. And I mean, I really get thrown off! With everything!"
"Mhm?" April deadpanned.
"None of my one-liners seem to land with her and it's because I keep forgetting how to talk mid-sentence! So I end up sounding like some stuttering moron! And I keep running into things and tripping over my own feet when I see her like I'm the clumsiest chump alive. And just the other night I was out testing the sickest tricks on Mikey's new board- don't let him know that by the way- when she shows up outta nowhere with her smug little smile and throws me off my moves! I mean, all I see is her eyes on me and the next thing I know, I've got a mouthful of gravel and concrete. It's like she's sapping all the cool out of me and I need it to stop like yesterday!" Leo had to take a moment to catch his breath as he explained his troubling situation, clearly unaware of just how clueless he was. April could only wait silently for the information to sink in, a sleepy scowl painted on her face. God, she could just strangle the boy if he were here.
"So you're telling me that you called me up in the middle of the night to tell me that you have a crush?" she hissed once again, the gritting of her teeth audible.
"A what? Crush? Oho, no no no no." the mutant scoffed in disbelief, "I'm telling you that Y/N could be a witch or some kind of energy vampire or something and we-"
"Leo, let me ask you something. What's more likely: The fact that Y/N is a mojo-sucking vampire witch or the fact that you may have some feelings for her?"
The thought hadn't really occured to him before. Could it really be something as simple as a crush that's doing him in? He had been feeling a little different as of late... But he just assumed it was all from the mutant witch powers Y/N might've been using on him. He took a few moments to contemplate, a dark blush gradually forming across his face the more he thought of Y/N.
Well, what's not to like about her? She's a certified badass, she's cool, she's never afraid to give it to ya straight. And underneath that tough exterior was an equally cool but much softer version that balanced out Leo's more impulsive and emotional side. Could it really be that Leo had feelings for Y/N?
".... Do you think Donnie can run a few tests to find out what kind of witch she is?"
"I'm hanging up now, Leo."
"NO, WAIT, I-" Dial tone.
Crush it is then. Man, did he hate being wrong.
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Mikey:
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ever the eternal optimist, mikey is never one to judge people and gives them every benefit of the doubt until he's forced to believe otherwise
so when he first meets y/n, he takes to her standoffish nature like bees on honey
instant besties right off the bat, even if they have their differences
he's quick to introduce y/n to everything mutant turtle life has to offer, whether it be inviting her over for a few rides on the half-pipe or introducing her to the cinematic magic that is jupiter jim and its many sequels
no matter what they do, he's always there to make sure she's having fun
mikey picks up on y/n's kinder side pretty quickly too
being emotionally intuitive and a self-proclaimed therapist, he is able to see through y/n's more abrasive personality and finds her gentler side to be just as exciting and fun, if not incredibly endearing
he'll even encourage her to be more open with that part of herself by insisting she join him in his little Dr. Feelings sessions he regularly holds for his brothers (totally not against their will)
during the whole session, he'll check in on y/n and ask if she has any thoughts on the matter
"what about you, y/n? you've been around us long enough to get a say. am i right or am i totally right?"
he knows he can trust her more blunt and forward nature to lay it down as it is
but he can also trust that she won't say anything to hurt them just for the sake of it
so she's a perfect fit for the role of Nurse Candid/Assisstant Tough Love
funny thing is, Dr. Feelings can't really talk mikey out of making a fool of himself in front of y/n
he tries not to be too clingy or push too many boundaries, but how can he resist?
she's like the highlight of his little adventures and he genuinely enjoys having her around all the time that he just *needs* to understand every part of what makes y/n her
together, they'd make the ultimate power couple!
er... power couple business-wise
purely professional in this unofficial practice
'unless.....'
time for the Love Doctor to pay mikey a little visit
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"Candles? Check. Fancy silverware? Check. A deliciously decadent three course meal prepared by your truly? Check." Mikey took a moment to look over his fine work as he finished setting up a "platonic-but-can-be-romantic" dinner for Y/N. He'd been hard at work all week trying to come up with the perfect excuse to invite Y/N to the lair alone. It wasn't a date or anything! Well really, that was the trouble with this whole thing. It had to strike the right balance of friendly and intimate. With a hint of romance drizzled in. And a sprinkle of platonic fun. Gah, what a confusing mix.
Sighing thoughtfully, the young turtle set down the two artistically prepared culinary plates on the now satin-draped dining table that sat in the center of the projection room. Sure, it might've been a bit cliche but the quiet ambiance of the room was the best choice for a romantic candlelit dinner. Plus if the whole romance angle didn't pan out the way Mikey had hoped, a movie marathon would surely break the tension and shift gears into friendly hangout mode. Everything about this night had been planned to a T, down to the fact that his brothers were busy on another patrol that was sure to take all night.
The orange-clad mutant gave the setup another quick once over and, satisfied with his creation, glanced up at the clock that sat above the projector screen.
"7:18 and I still got a few precious moments to spare!"
"Spare for what?" a muffled voice asked from the door.
Oh no. What were they doing here?!
"Hey hey, little brother~ Nice setup you got goin' here. Very élégante~" Leo teased with his mouth full of pizza.
"L-LEO?! I THOUGHT YOU GUYS SAID YOU WERE GONNA BE OUT UNTIL MORNING!"
"Uh, yeah? The patrol was supposed to keep us 'til morning." Leo shrugged nonchalantly as he licked pizza sauce from his fingers,"But as it turns out, Donnie isn't the math wizard he seems to think he is."
"SCOFF! My mathematical genius is not to be held accountable for YOUR poor planning!" From behind Leo, Donnie stormed in with an incredulous look as pizza sauce drenched his face and upper body.
"Look, if anything, MY PLAN did not call for explosives. That was all you, buddy!" The twin retorted, poking at Donnie's sauce-covered chest with his trusty odachi. Mikey could feel his right eye twitching as he watched the two bicker and consequently ruin his plans.
He seethed through gritted teeth, "You guys were supposed to be gone..."
The strained response brought the two brothers' attention back to their youngest sibling, both raising a brow in question.
"Oh yeah, what IS with this setup?" Leo's cocky smirk did little to hide the teasing behind his question. Did he know?
"Oi, guys! We still gotta clea-" Raph stumbled in, wiping his body down with a red soaked towel as he was presumably the most sauced up of the three. "Woah. Whatcha got going on in here, Mikey?"
Great. Just what he needed. As he did his best to keep his composure, all Michael could do was groan and slump down to his knees, withering with embarrassment before his brothers. "If you guys MUST KNOW, I had a very special night planned for me! I was gonna have a nice dinner with Y/N before you came back and messed with m-"
"Woah woah woah, are you telling me that my baby hermano has a date tonight?"
The heat suddenly rushed to Mikey's cheeks, taunting him and exposing his true motives to his brothers of all people. Raph and Leo compounded that humiliation with their slew of 'aww's and coos. Donnie simply gave his little brother an approving nod and thumbs up as the duo's teasing continued.
"I-It's not what it looks like, I swear!"
Oh, it absolutely was.
"It's not that I like her, I just-"
Want her to be mine.
"I just needed to figure out how I feel!"
But he already knew. He was hopelessly in love.
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thoughtsofatransboy · 26 days
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omg how about an angsty story where you and leon get into a heated argument and both say some really hurtful things and leon accidentally hits the reader but he apologizes (some fluff) and then makeup sex
this literally cannot leave my mind and i love ur fics literally
Oh it looks like a cool plot! And thank you very much anon! Mwah mwah <3 here's your request:
Warnings: Gn!reader, Re2!Leon (cuz i think younger Leon would be a little immature), argument, nsfw stuff, fluff apologizing, reader has trauma with face slaps, makeup sex
You and Leon started to date some months ago, he's your soulmate, the only one that can make you feel like you're just a teenager in love again, but it doesn't mean he can't be an asshole sometimes. He's been bitching around all day, complaining and very stressed because of his job. You tried to be as comprehensive as you could, you knew about his cop stuff and his trauma, so you tried to not give attention to his bad mood, but it crossed your limits. "You're the worst partner ever, you never help me with absolutely nothing" this phrase made your blood boil, how dare him say something like that? After all your loving and patience with him?
"Leon you're the bitchy here... why don't you shut the fuck up just a little, huh?" Leon's gaze got a little harder than it was before, he was looking like a stupid toddler earlier, but now he looks real irritated.
"Who do you think you are!? You're lucky i didn't kicked your ass out of my life yet!" The way he said it, could have literally shattered your heart in thousands of pieces, but the rage made you blind for the pain of his sharp words.
"You could NEVER live without me! Aww... look at this boy... He's afraid of working with another people... aww! Why? BECAUSE HE THINKS THEY GONNA D-" Before you could finish your sentence, Leon hit your face with a hard slap, making you drop your knees, not necessarily because of it's strength, but because of your shock.
"D-don't! Please! Please!" Tears roll down by your face without you even noticing, that's when Leon understood what he did. You triggered his trauma and he triggered yours. Sure, what you did was stupid, but he was the one who started it, and he shouldn't have replied your violence with violence.
"Darling..! Oh my God! I-I'm SO sorry..." He tried to get closer to you but you blocked his touches. "Don't fucking touch me!" You said, almost having a breakdown and crying out years of pain, right there on the floor.
Kennedy understood he crossed the line, he really did. So he decided to leave you alone, afraid he would make you more upset by staying. After some minutes, about ten minutes, he came back to the room you were. It agonized him, to see you, his strong darling, so vulnerable. He slowly got closer and closer to you, waiting for you to nod for permission before he touched you. As quick as you nodded, he wrapped you in his arms, rubbing your cheek with his hand. "I'm sorry darling, so sorry... I shouldn't have be so childish, can you forgive me baby?" You nodded.
"Can you forgive me too?" He kissed the cheek he slapped. "Of course darling" he helped you to stand up. "What about we watch a cartoon together and cuddle a little?" You accepted, you both deserved a good time together after this event.
Now you guys had finally forgiven each other, the argument faded away on your minds... it had already some hours and you're both laid down on your little couch, sweetly cuddling and watching you guys's favorite cartoon.
But something didn't felt right, Leon was moving so much, like he was uncomfortable. "Sweetie? Are you okay?" Leon seemed a little nervous about your question. "S-sure sweetie! Now keep watching the cartoon, yes?" Then you finally noticed what it was. Leon was hard, you moved your leg a little, so you could feel his bulge, earning a little groan from him. "Darling!..." You wasted no time in touching it.
"Kennedy, Kennedy... always aching for me, ain't ya?" No answer. "Ain't ya?" You rubbed it this time. "Oh! Hell yeah darling!" You smiled wide. "Good boy"
Leon took the opportunity that you're with your back against his chest, to go over you, pinning you under him. "Naughty one, huh? Really enjoys to tease" Leon begun his attachment to your neck, kissing and sucking all of it.
"Mmmm... Leon! Don't stop!" Leon smiled against your neck, continuing his work, now moving his hand inside your pants to start to tease your genitalia. "Sweet babe... all aroused f'me? Jus' for me?"
You moaned helpless "Yeah! All for you!" You didn't minded saying anything else. "Are you goin' to let me take care of you?" You only nodded, making Leon smile. "Thanks babe..." In a quick move, Leon unbuttoned his pants, helping ypu to unbutton yours too.
He stroked his cock and lined it up with your hole, kissing you while inserting his cock slowly and delicate. He wouldn't handle hurting you again. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic, your moans echoing in the room. "Oh babe... will you forgive me for being so pathetic with you?" You nodded, making him smile. "Thanks sweetheart" he implanted kisses all over your face and your bruised cheek. He was kissing your mouth passionately, interrupting it to let out a long and sensual moan. "Darling, I think i'm close!" He kept his thrusts a little longer, not much before cumming inside you, with you cumming some seconds later, your hole clenching deliciously around him, before creaming his cock.
Leon was catching his breath back. "Oh baby... you did so good for me." He stroked your hair, wrapping you around him once again. "I'm sorry for everything that happened earlier... II'm never doing this again. Can you give me another chance?" You kissed his cheek hardly "Sure Leon, I love you too much to don't forgive you... sorry for being such an asshole with you too." You both smiled to each other, letting the moment speak for itself and falling in each other's arms.
"I love you too much baby." Leon said, hugging you as you were the most precious jewel on Earth. "Love you too Lee..." You kissed his face one last time, before letting yourself slowly melt into a delicious sleep.
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Lions Ain't the Kind - Part One
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Summary: Frankie hasn't dated in years, but now he knows what he's looking for. He's just not so good at asking for what he wants, and you're willing to help him work on it. Word Count: 8,156 Pairing: Frankie Morales x NB/Gender-fluid! AFAB! Reader Rating: 18+ Explicit Warnings: 18+ mdni, subby!Frankie, soft dom! reader, talks about gender non-conformity, sickening fluff, Frankie is way too cute and sweet for his own good, kissing, making out, handjob (m receiving), anal fingering (m receiving), dirty talk, Frankie has a praise kink, no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader Beta: @perotovar (my angel ilysm) A/N: Sorry for talking about this for a month straight without posting it lol! The title is from the song (Let Me Be Your) Teddy Bear by Elvis Presley which I admittedly haven't listened to but I saw the lyrics and knew immediately it was my Frankie. I hope you enjoy, and I'm always open to criticism and thoughts and thots!
Frankie hasn’t dated in years. He hasn’t really had the time, between his first child being born and navigating co-parenting with his ex, along with healing some very deep trauma and getting and staying clean. 
It just hasn’t been on his mind, if he’s honest. He’s been busy finding himself, as Pope calls it. And he’s not wrong. It’s taken a long while for him to be comfortable in his own skin, to come to terms with the things he’s done and the baggage he can now store in an overhead bin, rather than carry it around with him at all times. 
But now, he’s ready. He knows himself, and as a result, he knows what he’s looking for.
Someone kind-hearted and down to earth. Someone who’s independent and established, but not just looking for a hookup. Someone with a sweet smile and a desire for enjoying the little things in life. 
Someone like you. 
He’d swiped right and left dozens of times on men and women alike, but as soon as he saw your profile on whatever dating app he’d downloaded, he was hooked.
You were gorgeous. He felt the heat from your smile through his phone screen, so happy and genuine and sweet.
You were funny, the answers to those weird icebreaker questions full of witty remarks.
You were smart, clearly, from your shoutout to your alma matter and the ‘boring’ job you mentioned in your profile.
He honestly figured he had no chance at all. His face is only getting more wrinkly, and his hair more gray, and he’s never been the sharpest or funniest guy in the room. 
So when he swiped left and you matched, he was stunned. He was even more shocked when you messaged him before he could even think of what to say to you. 
Hi cutie 🥰 
Despite the fact that he was home alone on his couch, he had the sudden urge to look behind him, as if you’d be talking to someone else. The back of his neck got so warm, and your boldness only made him more into you. 
So he messaged you back
Hi :) how are you?
I’m surprised we matched, honestly. Pleasantly surprised 😊
Same here :) Why the surprise though? I’m sure you match with everyone
Not at all, it’s hard to find people whose type I am on here. I usually use the queer dating apps but I opened this one out of boredom. What are the chances?
What are the chances, indeed, Frankie thinks, as he gives your profile another look over. Frankie doesn’t understand how you aren’t everyone’s type. He feels a little bit like he’s talking to a celebrity, looking at your pictures and just a snippet of who you are on this reductive dating app. 
I like the odds :)
——
As your conversation continues normally over the next few days, Frankie learns a lot about you. He also learns a lot about himself. 
It’s been so long since he’s played the field, so to speak, that he’s rusty as all hell and a bit awkward. He’s afraid to flirt too much, every message deleted and re-written at the risk of sounding too cheesy or too forward or too much. 
You aren’t afraid to flirt. You send ‘good morning, handsome’ and ‘sweet dreams, pretty boy’ texts every day and night. You tell him your day would be better if you could cuddle someone, you tell him when you’re taking a relaxing bath that you wished he were there to join you. 
And to say that Frankie likes it is a massive fucking understatement. 
He adores it, he thinks about you constantly, all day long while he works without access to his phone, all evening long while he waits on your replies, all night long, when you’ve bid each other goodnight out of nothing but courtesy for each other’s sleep schedules.
You lead him along like a timid puppy on a leash, showing him new things with patience and care and it drives him insane. He wants to meet up with you so bad, or even just call you on the phone to hear your voice. He thinks about it, late at night, if it’s higher or lower in register, if it’s smooth or raspy. He wants to learn everything about you. 
That being said, he’s not sure if he’s ever met someone who’s ‘non-binary/gender-fluid’ before. He doesn’t get out much, he hardly talks to anyone who he hasn’t known for years. 
So he googles. It doesn’t really help. He understands what it means, but he doesn’t know what it means to you. He wants to ask you a million questions, but is afraid to bring up even one, and ruin the moment, or sound like an idiot. 
You’re so kind though. So he bites the bullet. 
Can I ask you a question?
Your response comes almost immediately, now that it’s evening time, both finished with dinner— his takeout vs. your leftover spaghetti. 
Of course, pretty boy ❤️
He still flushes deep when you call him that, heat spreading all throughout his face and neck and chest. 
How did you know you were non-binary/ gender-fluid? 
He frets over the text a bunch before he sends it, making sure he worded it the same way you did in your profile. His heart pounds as he waits for your response. 
I’ve always just kind of known I didn’t feel like a man or a woman. I used to think everyone felt somewhere in between, and it was just normal to not feel like I checked either box, but then I realized no one else around me felt the way I did. And then I learned all the terms and whatnot, later on, and knew that’s what I am. Just kinda in between, neither and both, sometimes one and sometimes the other. If that makes sense?
His smile splits his cheeks as he reads your in-depth response, eating up every bit of information you’re willing to give him. 
That makes perfect sense to me. Thank you for sharing :) 
It doesn’t scare you off?
Frankie scoffs, as if anything about you could scare him off. At this point, you could show up on his doorstep with a dead body in a bag, and he’d throw it in his trunk, dispose of it, and then ask if he could maybe kiss you.
Not at all. Nothing about you scares me :)
——
It’s a few more days before Frankie works up the courage to ask for your phone number. You tell him you were wondering when he was going to finally ask for it. It makes him itchy to think about you waiting for him to ask, making him be the one to do it. In a good way. In a way that kind of makes him stiffen up in his briefs if he thinks about it for too long.
But now, as he settles in from a long day at work, his grin splits his face from ear to ear as he reads your text.
Can I take you out tomorrow night?
He likes it… a lot. He feels so fucking new to all this, like a fumbling newborn calf taking its first steps, and how forward you are eases him so thoroughly.
I’d love that :)
Meet me here at 5 for dinner. Casual dress, but I’m sure you’ll be handsome in anything 😘
It’s the longest 22 hours of his life, and it’s the shortest, all at the same time. Texting you, making funny jokes like his bones aren’t about to creep right out from under his skin with all the nerves buzzing his body. Thinking about you, dreaming about you, one right after the other. When he wakes in the morning it’s like he didn’t get a wink of sleep, his anxiety drumming up a million different scenarios of how it could go right and wrong. 
Calling Santi mid-morning on a Saturday when he knows he’s spending time with his family, because if he doesn’t talk to someone about this he may just float off into the ether. 
“I’m so fucking nervous, Pope, what do I do? How do I act? Can you just stake out at the bar and feed me lines through an earpiece?”
“Pendejo, fucking— grow a pair man. You’re cute and funny, you’ve got this.”
Reading your texts with pupils shaped like hearts:
I can’t wait to see you tonight, cutie ❤️
and 
I finally settled on an outfit
and
Is it weird that I’m not even nervous? I’m just excited to finally meet you
It is weird, Frankie thinks, but doesn’t dare tell you. It’s weird how he can’t even eat the plain toast he made for lunch without feeling bile rise in the back of his throat, and you’re just excited. It’s weird how he’s never, ever felt so gone over someone, and you haven’t even met yet. 
It’s not weird, it’s sweet :) I’m excited too &lt;3
It’s not a lie, but he’s omitting the truth a bit. He’s excited but he’s nervous, picking meticulously through his closet to find something casual but not too casual, something he likes the look of himself in, something he thinks you’ll like the look of. 
It only gets worse as he stares at google maps. The restaurant is 2.6 miles away, 11 minutes from his house. It’s 4:30, and he wants to leave already, but thinks maybe it’s better to deal with the anxiety in the comfort of his home rather than the parking lot, in case you’re there early too, and you can see how much of a fucking wreck he is. 
He watches the minutes tick up in the corner of his phone screen. At 4:36, he gets up, fusses in the mirror one last time, and leaves. 
When he parks in the lot in front of the bar & grill, you’ve already texted him. 
I’m here a little early, got all green lights. Saved us a table near the back. See you soon!
It’s 4:52. 
He takes a deep breath through his nose, closes his eyes as he lets it out gently, counting just like his therapist taught him. And again. And one more time, and finally that anxious tingling in his fingertips is muted a bit and his heart rate is only slightly above normal. 
4:54.
He pulls the key from the ignition, gets out of the car, and makes his way to the door. 
He finds you instantly. 
You’re looking at him, and you’re smiling, and getting up from your chair as he approaches you. He barely even hears you greet him with all his blood rushing in his ears. 
“Hi, Frankie,” you say, and your arms stretch out to invite him in for a hug. 
He melts into your arms, his strained “hi” muffled in the crook of your neck. You squeeze him tight to you, and he hears you chuckle next to his ear. 
“Knew you’d be even cuter in person.”
He huffs out a laugh as you release him, and the tips of his ears burn. But you’re smiling so sweetly at him that it eases his nervous bones. 
“You look— can I call you handsome?” 
Fuck, he thinks, so fucking awkward. 
But your grin gets even wider. 
“Only if you mean it.” 
“I do,” he sighs, “like straight out of the cologne ads I’d rip out of my older sister’s magazines.”
He holds his breath as you react, the flutter of your eyelashes and the quivering of your lips and your laugh, bubbly and bright and soothing. 
And he isn’t lying, not even a little. You’re rugged but soft, romantic and alluring, and he can’t take his eyes off you.
Even as you take your seats across from each other, and the waiter comes to take your drink orders, and as your gorgeous eyes flit across the pages of the menu. He can’t stop looking, watching your mouth curve into a smile as you talk about your week and ask him about his. 
It’s pathetic, really, when the waiter asks if you’re ready to order, and you ask if he knows what he wants, because he hasn’t taken a single glance at the menu himself. He just hopes to god the dim lighting of the bar hides his flushed face and tells you to order first while he skims the menu. 
He ends up ordering exactly what you got, and floundering when your hand finds his on the tabletop. He watches your fingers trace his own from his nails to his knuckles, and flips his palm up for you to rest your hand in his. 
“I’m glad you came out with me tonight,” you tell him. 
His eyes flicker up from your joined hands to your smiling face, and his nerves completely melt away from the heat of your gaze. 
“Thank you for asking me,” he says.
“Would you have asked me, if I hadn’t asked you?”
He bites the inside of his cheek, and there’s a teasing glint in your eyes. 
“Eventually,” he nods, “I mean… probably.” 
Your eyebrows turn up in question, and he realizes how that sounds, jumping to backtrack. 
“Not like that! I just mean— You know… You’re uh… well, I feel like you’re way out of my league. And so maybe I’m a little… intimidated.”
You smile, then, and sigh, and squeeze his hand as you call him a sweet boy. It makes the room feel like it’s a hundred degrees warmer, like Frankie’s clothes are suddenly two sizes too small. 
“You aren’t so good at asking for what you want, are you?” 
He laughs then, and shakes his head. 
“Not really, no.”
“We’ll have to work on that, then.”
He clears his throat, and tugs at his collar with his free hand, breaking his gaze away from your face as you chuckle. He looks to find a waiter, or maybe an HVAC guy that could crank the AC to sub-zero temps for the remainder of the date. 
No luck. 
The rest of the date goes well. Surprisingly well. Frankie was worried that he’d be so out of practice that he’d freeze up, or say something stupid, or do something stupid, like knock over a drink or get food stuck in his teeth. 
But you’re just so easy to talk to, to click with. Of course, you’re the one who facilitates the conversation, asking him about his favorites— movies, TV shows, music, time of year. 
But he likes to think that he keeps the ball rolling well enough, is aware enough to remember to ask for some of your favorites— holiday, food, cocktails. 
By the time the check comes, he hardly realizes you’ve both had empty plates in front of you for a while, talking and laughing through your meals like you’re just catching up with an old friend. 
He protests when you grab the check, because of course he does. You’ve given him this incredible night, your comfortable company, your sweet smiles, and he feels like his offerings pale in comparison. 
“I asked you out, Francisco,” you tease him, having just learned his full name a mere 20 minutes ago. 
And he can’t really protest anymore, what with the shiver that’s tingling his spine and the goosebumps he tries to hide by gripping the chair underneath him. So he lets you pay, and thanks the waiter, and feels a rush of sadness when they come back with the check to sign. He really doesn’t want this evening to end. 
The apprehension falls second to the sensation of your hand on the small of his back, leading him out to the parking lot. 
“Where’s your car? I’ll walk you there,” you say, your thumb pressing a soothing circle into the base of his spine. 
So he walks to his truck, a little self-conscious about the out-of-dateness of it, and how he didn’t think to run it through a car wash before this. But mostly he’s just nervous about ending this date on a good note. 
“This is me,” he says, barely above a whisper, stopping at his driver’s side door. 
You smile at him when he turns to you. 
“Thanks again for coming out with me. I really did have a great time.”
This makes him smile through the unease, even as your hand drops from the small of his back. 
“I did too. Would you uh… wanna hang out again soon?”
Your face lights up, and Frankie wants to capture it in a bottle and take it home with him. Keep it at his bedside to use as a nightlight.
“Are you asking me on a date?” 
He chuckles and looks down to his feet like maybe it’ll redirect the flush in his face. You grab his hand, hanging by his side, and luckily you don’t make him speak again because he doesn’t know if he’s even able. 
“I’d love to. Really.” 
He smiles when he looks back up at you, only briefly, because you drop his hand and take a half step back. 
“Call me about it.”
“Wait!”
Your brow arches at him, because you weren’t really going anywhere, but Frankie’s mind is running a thousand miles a second. He thinks back to all the times you’ve goaded him into asking for what he wants, so far, and how it hasn’t bit him in the rear yet. 
“Can we— I… Can I kiss you goodnight?”
Your smile softens, and you take that little half-step back closer to him, and he feels all the tension leak from his shoulders. 
“Yes, you can. Thank you for asking.”
He huffs, and smiles at you, and you’re reaching out to cup his jaw and grab his hip, and Frankie closes his eyes far too early, but it’s okay, because he feels your body heat and then your lips. 
He can’t hold back the hum that rumbles from deep in his chest, or the way that he goes a little boneless in your grasp. He finds your forearm and squeezes it, and your bicep too, anything to ground himself as your lips part and your tongue teases the seam of his lips. 
But then you’re pulling back, and it’s over far too quickly, and Frankie is also acutely aware of how tight his jeans feel. His face feels like it could melt right off of his skull. 
“Call me soon, Pretty Boy.”
He nods, speechless, and watches you disappear between the cars of the parking lot. On his way home, he’s already fretting over whether or not he should text you tonight, and what kind of date he should plan, and if his breath was okay when you let him kiss you. 
——
Frankie is perfect. 
You’re still not sure how you found this diamond in the rough that is Tinder. You thank every god you know the name of that you got bored and opened the app on auto-pilot that night. 
First of all, he’s so cute. He’s handsome in such a boyish way, with his dimples and unruly curls and patchy beard. 
But he’s also so kind, the way he talks to you like it’s a privilege, the way he asks careful and curious questions about you like he truly wants to know the parts of you that are deeper than what’s on the surface. 
Every simple text from him makes you smile, the way he always tries to make you laugh or cheer you up when you’re overwhelmed with the demands of life, as you often are.
And meeting him in person solidified everything you thought about him.
He seems like the textbook definition of a golden retriever boyfriend, if you ever get to call him that much. You hope you do.
In fact, it seems like it’s moving quite quickly in that direction when Frankie asks if you’d be down for a movie night. Some blockbuster he missed in theaters is finally streaming, and he thinks you’ll like it. 
You don’t tell him that you didn’t miss it in theaters, or that you thought it was just okay. 
You do tell him you’d be down to watch it, only if he came to your place, where the walls are thin and your surrounding neighbors all know you and watch out for you. Just in case he’s really good at acting  like a sweet, safe guy. 
You find yourself giddy as the weekend approaches, daydreaming at work about how the night will turn out. You tell him to come in comfy clothes, because you’ll be damned if you wear jeans in your own home, even for this sweet man. He doesn’t seem to mind one bit, that’s my favorite kind of outfit :) is his cute response. 
You get everything ready the day of; your coziest blankets hang off the arms of your sofa, your fridge is stocked with fresh fruits and your pantry with candy and microwave popcorn and chips (I’ll eat whatever you get :) his answer to your questioning of his favorite movie snacks, of course.)
And then you sit around and wait, excited nerves coaxing your body to straighten things up that have been straightened up a million times already. When Frankie texts you his ETA, you park yourself on the couch by the door and stare at it until there’s a knock on it. 
You may count to ten before you get up to open it, just to hide how eager you’ve been to see him again. 
Your throat does get a little dry when you answer it to find him in a dark blue t-shirt that hugs his arms and light gray joggers that hug… Other things. 
“Hi handsome,” you smile, pushing down all the nerves and the less-than-PG thoughts. 
“Hi. I um… I brought these. I noticed you ordered them on our uh– well, at the restaurant, and I didn’t want to show up empty handed.” 
You watch a flush break out on his face, and his neck, and wonder how far under his collar it actually spreads. 
He’s holding up a six pack of your favorite beers, and he’s smiling so shyly, and you have to crowd in closer to him to press a kiss to his heated cheek. 
“That’s so thoughtful, thank you.” 
He giggles— giggles, Jesus Christ— and you take them from his hand to let him come through the door. 
You set the beers in your fridge to let them chill as he kicks off his shoes. You watch him from the kitchen as he takes in your place with his pretty brown eyes. 
“It’s really cozy in here,” he tells you as he fiddles with his own hands. 
“Snuggle up, get comfy, I’ll bring us some snacks.”
He nods, so obedient, and hovers by the couch before settling on the seat in the middle. 
Sly move, you think, and you can’t hide your stupid grin as you gather some snacks. 
When you turn off all but one lamp and deposit the junk food on the coffee table, you notice he’s inched himself closer to the arm of the couch, like he was second-guessing himself. That just won’t do, you think, as you settle in right next to him, so close that the length of your body is pressed against his. 
He doesn’t look at you, just stares at the Roku City scrolling across your flat screen. For a second you think he might be uncomfortable, but the way his breathing is uneven clues you in on his nerves. 
You reach over him to grab the blanket in the arm of the couch, and you feel his muscles tense up when you press against him. 
“Frankie?” 
“Huh? Sorry, yeah?” 
“Are you okay?” 
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head and sighs, heavy and long, before looking at you.
“I’m so nervous.”
He smiles in spite of it, lopsided, dimples so cute that your lips quiver with the urge to kiss them. 
You smile back, and drape the blanket over both of you, patting his leg through it. 
“Nothing to be nervous about, Francisco.”
It gets a laugh out of him, a huff through his nose, and his shoulders lower the tiniest bit. You slowly reach up to cradle his jaw in your palm, careful not to spook this little baby deer of a man, but his face leans into your touch. 
“If it helps, I think it’s really sweet that you’re nervous.” 
“Thank you… I think?”
You laugh at him, and watch as your reaction makes his eyes brighten. You want to kiss him. You want to smooch the absolute daylights out of him, but there’s still 3 hours of a pretentious movie to watch, and there will be plenty of time, if he’s amenable. 
So you just pinch his cheek before you let go, and try not to look so smug at the heat that consumes his face as you get the movie up and running. 
Fifteen or so minutes into the film, Frankie has relaxed into the couch, though he’s stock-still beside you with his arms glued to his own sides. You just want to cuddle, at least. You’ve been thinking about it for weeks— getting his warm, solid but soft body against your own. 
You’re certain he won’t be the one to initiate it, but that’s all fine and dandy. You rearrange yourself a bit, and sling an arm over his shoulders. He looks away from the movie towards you, and you give him a smile that must be comforting. 
He sinks lower on the couch, and leans against you, his messy curls pressed against your shoulder while his arm drapes over your lap. You think you hear his satisfied hum under the dialogue of the characters, and you let your head rest against his. 
This is nice. Frankie’s so warm against you, the most comforting weight all lax against your side. Your hand creeps up from his shoulder to his head, and his hair is so silky when you finally work up the gall to run your fingers through it.
You can feel the way it affects him when he shivers and presses even closer into you. You watch the movie like that for a while, snacks untouched, fingertips stroking his scalp as his soft curls slip through your digits. Every once in a while his head tilts to look up at you, piercing brown, and each time you smile back down and ruffle his hair.
It’s just after the first big conflict of the film when you feel Frankie shift against you. His arm moves in your lap, and you watch his thick fingers grab your thigh over the blanket. 
It shocks you how such a simple gesture makes your temperature rise. You hum and let your nails scratch more firmly against his head. You can hear him gasp, and feel him move impossibly closer, like he’s trying to fuse the two of you together. You glance down at him, past the curls you’ve lost yourself in, and his eyes are closed. Further, the curve of his nose and pout of his lips, his chest that’s heaving with his excited breaths, you notice a suspicious tent in the blanket, and you don’t want to assume, but the context clues are all there. 
Frankie is hard. 
You can’t blame him. You’ve been aroused since you pressed his body against yours, a slow simmering underneath the surface that’s made you feel so comfortably warm and relaxed. 
You shift, and you swear you hear a barely-there whine leave his lips. You move just enough so you can press your free hand to his chest. Under your palm, you can feel his heart beating, a pace that’s concerningly higher than appropriate for sitting and watching dialogue in a movie. 
His head turns toward you, his hair slipping through the grasp of your knuckles. He looks up at you with those puppy eyes and his pupils are so dilated that it makes you take a deep breath. He turns his body  toward you next and there it is the hard line of his cock pressed against the outside of your thigh. You see him shudder at the friction, watch his eyes grow droopy as they flicker down to glance at your lips. 
“Can I kiss you again?” 
And he asks so sweetly, voice a little hoarse from the silence, that you couldn’t dream of denying him. 
“Yes, Frankie.”
His lips tremble until they meet yours, so soft and chaste, a stark contrast to his scruffy beard and mustache. His breath hitches; you can hear it and feel it. His chest shudders under your palm and pushes air out to gust against your cheeks. You feel his prick, too, twitching against your thigh as your tongue peeks out to tease his pouty bottom lip. 
He pulls back so much quicker than you want him to, but it’s also such a reward to look at him this close. His lips shiny, his cheeks flushed, his irises completely usurped by his pupils. His mouth hangs open and you can’t help yourself as you slide your hand from his chest to his jaw and pull him into you once again. 
A surprised little noise works its way out of his throat, and his hips jerk forward, and then he’s groaning as his cock throbs against the outside of your thigh. The noise makes that feeling in your gut draw deeper, lower, and you make one of your own in response. 
His hand rests dutifully still on your thigh, but you can feel his fingers twitching as your taste buds rub against his– a friction that has no right to be as delicious as it is. You want him to feel you up, to touch you all over, to give in to the desire that’s blatantly pressed against you. You want to hear these noises he seems to be holding back, the whimpers that just barely make it past his vocal chords before he cuts them off. 
You pull away this time. Pride swells in your chest as you look at what you’ve already done to him. His curls are even messier now that you’ve run your fingers through them over and over. His eyes are all glassy when he looks at you, pouty lips slick and red. 
He sits so still, aside from his heaving breaths, like he’s waiting for your command. 
“Tell me what you want, Frankie.”
His eyes widen and christ, if they get any wider they’re going to suck you in like a supermassive black hole. 
“I– I’m okay, I like this.”
You raise an eyebrow at him. He nods, trying to convince you, as he not-so-subtly pulls his erection free from its trap between his body and your thigh. His eyes cast downward, but you swiftly grab his chin in your hands to bring them back to you. 
“Francisco,” you mumble, “ask for what you want.”
He gasps and bites his plush bottom lip, hard enough that there’s little indents when he opens his mouth. He shuts it again, and squirms against you, and finally opens it once more. 
“I want you to touch me.” 
His request comes out hardly above a whisper, all broken and breathy, and his gaze settles somewhere behind you. 
“Is that all?”
He nods quickly, eyes snapping back to you. 
“I swear– I just wanna feel your hands on me.” 
Your smile widens as his face gets so serious, eyebrows knitting together. 
“That’s good, that’s really good,” you mumble. 
The shudder that visibly rolls through him is like a shockwave, sending every one of your nerve endings on-edge. You huff, an amazed little breath at this fucking guy in front of you, so responsive and timid and utterly fuckable. 
“You like that? Like being good for me?”
He nods again, more apprehensive this time, but he can’t hold back his whine when his hips press against you. The possibilities of all the things you could do to this man stretch far and wide; it’s entirely overwhelming. 
“Sweet boy,” you whisper, because he is, “c’mere.”
You pull the blanket off of you both, and Frankie reaches down to adjust himself so it isn’t so obvious, like you haven’t felt his cock twitching against you this entire time. It’s so endearing you think you could cry, but you’re much too turned on for sentiment at the moment. Instead, you guide him to straddle you, hands on his slender hips until his thighs cage your own. 
For a moment you just watch as he sits patiently, obediently, waiting for your next words like his cock isn’t leaking a pretty little damp patch into his sweatpants. His chest heaves with every breath, and his tongue licks and bites at his swollen lips, and his eyes stay trained on your mouth in anticipation. 
“So pretty,” you whisper. 
His long eyelashes flutter at your compliment, and he turns his head to try and hide his reaction, but it doesn’t mask the way his prick twitches under gray fabric. Your hands find his waistband and tease the edge and you delight in the way he shivers. 
You need to feel more, so you press your hands under his shirt and hum at what you find. A soft tummy and smooth skin that makes way for a small trail of wiry hairs. It’s all revealed to you a moment later when you hike his shirt higher, reach for pecs that are more solid than you imagined, and the smallest nipples you think you’ve ever had your hands on. 
You look back up to his face for permission with a quirked brow, and he nods eagerly, grabbing the back of his collar to shed the material and bare himself and it’s so lovely. There’s so much tan skin, hardly any of it is obstructed by hair, just the errant freckle here or there. And you can’t help it, you have to lean forward and take one of his nipples into your mouth. 
He gasps your name, but one of his hands finds the back of your head to keep you in place. You hum around the little nub, so small you have trouble getting your teeth to bite down on it, but you do and then he groans, his hips jerking in your hold on them. 
“Is this how you wanted me to touch you?”
You lean your head back to look him in the eyes, to watch a pained expression flit over his face as he tries to come up with an answer he thinks you’ll like. 
“I like this too,” he nods, “but I, um… fuck–”
He cuts himself off to hide his face in his hands. He is so cute and so sexy at the same time, it’s making your brain go haywire. 
“Tell me, Frankie. Be good for me, Pretty Boy.” 
He shifts on top of you as he looks up at your ceiling. You soothe your hands up and down his flanks and wait patiently for him to find the words. 
He drops his hand from his face, fists clenching down by his sides, but he finally looks down at you and smiles, shy and sweet, just a hint of that dimple you adore rearing its head.
“Touch my cock? You got me so hard.”
You smile bright at his request, and nod, and press a kiss to his sternum. 
“Anything you want,” you mumble, “just gotta ask. Just like that.”
He looks pretty proud of himself. There’s a twinkle in his eyes as you look up at him, and you take a playful bite of his skin and savor the gasp it coaxes out of him. 
“Let’s get these off, yeah?” 
Your fingers sneak under his waistband and his skin is so hot under there, searing. You only have a few moments to bask in the warmth before he stands up to remove his pants and briefs in one bashful move. 
Jesus. 
He’s so gorgeous, bare for you, vulnerable, excited. His foreskin is all pulled back, revealing a delicious looking string of pre-cum from his slit. You desperately want to lean forward and taste— but he didn’t ask for that, and you won’t give it to him unless he does. 
Stunned a bit silent, you pat your lap, urging him to settle back over it. Much to your delight, he does, quick and obedient. An approving hum bubbles up out of your chest, and he preens as he sits on your thighs. 
There’s a very wicked feeling in you as you stare at him, completely naked, while you haven’t shed a single layer of clothing. Control, and trust, and power. It’s overwhelming in a way that makes your lungs feel too inflated for your rib cage, to know you could take advantage of it, and to know you never ever would. 
“Good boy,” you whisper, finally, testing those waters. 
Frankie’s dick twitches between you two, and you huff and smile and wonder how something so perfect and precious has literally landed right in your lap. 
He’s been more than good, and so with one hand you grab his hip to steady him, and the other takes his cock as gentle as ever. A sharp inhale inflates his chest as you stroke the smooth skin, a teasing, feather-light touch that makes his legs tense up in your lap. You watch him disappear and reappear through the loose circle of your hand, watch another clear droplet bead from his slit when you squeeze him tighter. 
“Does this feel good?”
He’s watching your hand work when you look back up to his face. He nods, a jerky movement that seems to shake his entire body, and he’s so on-edge. You feel it in the way he shifts his weight on top of you. 
“Words, Frankie,” you urge, a soft smile on your face. 
“So good.”
You hum, taking in the way his eyes flutter open and closed, the way his adam’s apple pokes out when he leans his head back. 
You reward him by speeding up your strokes. You squeeze his hip with your free hand, kneading at the soft flesh there, while you lean forward to press kisses into his virtually hairless chest. His skin is so hot it feels like it could burn you, flushed such a pretty color, just like you knew it would be. 
He whines when you gather up more pre cum with your thumb and gently massage it into his frenulum. You look up to find him staring down at you with glassy eyes, bottom lip tucked tight between his teeth. 
“Can we kiss more?”
His voice is breathy, and you nod, and a fresh wave of arousal flushed through your system when his lips eagerly meet yours. 
It’s sloppier, this time. Noisier, too, as you tighten your grip on his cock and begin to properly work your hand up and down his length. You steal his breath and his noises straight from his lungs, feel every shudder he pushes out when you twist your wrist just right or squeeze tighter. 
His hips start to meet your thrusts, rutting into your hand, such a desperate little thing on top of you, all for you. You want to encourage him to take his pleasure from you, and so you slip your hand back from his waist, find the perfectly pert globe of his ass with your palm. 
“Haa— shit.”
His words muffle into your kiss as his hips stutter in rhythm and you lean forward to smirk into the bald patch of his beard. 
“Yeah?” 
A gasp wrecks through his heaving chest as he nods. 
“Please, fuck— please.”
You hum into his jaw and squeeze his cock and his ass respectively. 
“Please what, Pretty Boy?” 
He leans back. You watch him squeeze his eyes shut and shake his head from left to right. 
“Tell me what you want, Frankie. Know you can.” 
A big gulp of air, and then he opens his eyes to look at you, then blinks them shut again as his head lolls back in his shoulders. 
“Touch me there. I— I can’t—”
“Shhh,” you take mercy on him, bringing your hand up from his backside to cradle his jaw in your palm. He tilts his head into your touch and opens his eyes.
“I got you, sweet boy,” you remind him. 
He nods in understanding, shifting to kiss the heel of your palm. You let him rest his lips there as he catches his breath, feel them quivering every other upstroke of your hand on his prick. 
But as he makes to move, you hold his jaw steady in your hand. His eyes flicker back to your face, and you wonder if you look as wrecked as you feel, if he can tell how beside yourself you really are. 
Slowly, so he can pull away if he wants, you trace the pad of your middle finger along the seam of his lips. You’re awestruck at how they instantly fall open for you, greedy, something you’re definitely looking forward to exploring more later. 
For now, you watch with hooded eyes as he takes it into his mouth, tongue curling and lapping at it. You briefly wonder if fingers are erogenous zones, beyond turned on at how warm and wet the inside of his mouth feels, how he suckles and releases, bobs his head over and over until you snap out of it. 
“Good boy. Fucking perfect,” you sigh.
He gets a cocky little goofy grin on his face at the praise, but his prick twitches against your grasp. You squeeze it for good measure, and more of his pre-cum dribbles over your knuckles. 
You lean into him again, and he leans into you, holding each other up. Your mouth finds his pebbled nipple once again as his prick drags across your shirt and saturates it. He hisses at the friction, then gasps when your hand grabs his ass cheek again. 
You pull it as best as you can with one hand. It isn’t too difficult with how it fits so perfectly round in your palm. You squeeze it, massage it, note how the littlest hint of peach fuzz feels against your clammy hand. You wonder how it would feel under your tongue, too, how it would taste, how the fatty flesh would feel between your teeth. 
His hips stutter forward when your finger, slick with his saliva, strokes the very top of his crack. And you don’t mean to tease too much, but his jerky movements and satisfied sounds when you do are like music to your ears. 
Finally you find his hole, fluttering around nothing, so little and tight, all for you. 
“Ohmygod.”
Frankie sounds pained, so much so that you look up from nuzzling his chest to watch his face. His brows are drawn tight with how his eyes are squeezed shut, and his mouth is hung open, slick with a little drool around the corners of his lips. Without context, maybe he would look pained, too, but the way his cock throbs and dribbles in your hand paints a completely different picture. 
And what a pretty picture he is, gulping for air above you, thrusting his hips back into your finger and forward through your fist, like he’s so out of his mind that he can’t even make it up. 
You apply more pressure to his impossibly tight pucker and sink your teeth into his skin at the way he whines for you. You do it again, and again, a patient little rhythm until it relaxes and the very tip of your finger slips into his warmth. 
He groans, clenching tight around you. 
“Okay, Frankie?”
He laughs, a little puff of air, and you feel it where you’re inside him. 
“Gonna make me come,” he chokes.
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah, don’t— fuck— please don’t stop.”
You hum into his chest, squeeze your hand tighter around his prick as you speed up your strokes. He’s groaning now, deep and low and constant, like he couldn’t hold it back if he tried. 
You wiggle your finger against his rim, tugging him open for you, toying with the elastic muscle. He’s so pliable everywhere, opening up to you, happily taking what you give him. 
In a stiff moment you think he isn’t into it, because he freezes up and goes silent. You make to slip out of him, but his warmth just drags you in.
And then his cock jumps in your grasp, and his hole clamps around your finger as he gasps your name, and he’s coming. 
He shakes with it as he soaks your shirt and drips over your hand. You stroke him through it and marvel at the way he feels in your grasp and around you, violent waves of pleasure that you can sense where you touch him. 
You look up to watch him tremble through it and he’s gorgeous. Sweat drips from his messy curls at his temple and paints a glimmer down his neck, all pulled taught as his head hangs back. His chest tastes salty under your tongue where it heaves, you can’t get enough of the flavor, or the wicked beating of his heart under your lips. 
And his noises, fucking delicious, wrung-out curses that just keep tumbling from his red lips. His stomach trembles with his shaky breaths, and he sounds so wrecked as the last bit of his orgasm tricked down the back of your hand. 
His whispered chants of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” slow to a stop just as his joints unlock and his muscles relax. You take it as a sign to loosen your grip on his spent cock and carefully slip your finger back out of him. It earns you one last whimper before he sags into you, a boneless little heap in your lap. 
You unhand him to hold him against you, wipe your hand on the discarded blanket beside you so you can stroke his back with one hand and his fuzzy little buttcheek with the other. 
You tell him how good he was for you, how pretty he is when he comes, how much you loved getting to do that to him. 
It takes a while for him to catch his breath, and his huffs tickle that sensitive spot on your neck just below your ear. 
“Holy shit,” he sighs. 
You nod, because he’s correct. Holy shit, indeed. 
His voice is a little hoarse, and you’re conflicted. You want to hold him as long as he’ll let you, but you know you should get him some water and at least a towel. 
You shift under him and he whimpers, wraps his arms tighter around your shoulders.
There goes that idea. 
You hold him closer, and smirk at the contented sigh that leaves him. 
“I think… I think I just imprinted on you.” 
It startles a laugh out of you, and he chuckles too, a tiny happy sound against your collar bone. You turn to kiss his heated cheek, and he lets you, before he turns his own head to fuse his lips to yours. 
This kiss is lazy, unhurried, and the adrenaline from making him fall apart is slowly making way for more of that sticky-sweet arousal from earlier. 
“I wanna make you come,” he mumbles against your lips. 
You shake your head, but kiss him some more, as to not give him the wrong idea. 
“Another night, Pretty Boy.”
He makes a disappointed sound, but continues to kiss you until you have to part for air. His brow is turned upward in question when you pull away. 
“Did I do something wrong?”
You’re shaking your head before he even finishes his question. 
“Not a single thing, Frankie. Just wanted to take care of you tonight.” 
His shoulders relax at that, but his face is still confused. It’s a cute look on him, with his pouty lips and big brown eyes. 
“You’d tell me right? If I made you uncomfortable? You can tell me. I don’t wanna upset you.” 
And christ, you feel your heart melting and oozing through your rib cage at how earnest his voice is. 
“I promise, I’ll tell you.”
That seems to quell his nerves, as he sinks back into you again with his sweaty curls pressed against your shoulder. 
You’re sticky in more ways than one, and Frankie’s only getting heavier in your lap the sleepier he gets, but a giggle bubbles up out of you when you realize you’ve never been more comfortable than you are right now. 
Frankie huffs in response, and you press him even tighter against you. 
You don’t know where one-and-a-half dates and one sickeningly hot orgasm places the two of you. And maybe it’s greedy to think about with a handsome, sweet man in your arms, but you can’t push down the overwhelming feeling of wanting more.
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Happy Valentine's Day 💌
Satoru Gojo
Lavish gifts, expensive food, and getting spoiled.
That's what you can expect when dealing with the sorcerer to be honest. He's not afraid to spend money and he likes sweets too so win-win. (Please share it would make him feel so special)
Also Satoru can and would rent out an entire restaurant to be alone with you because other people are yucky and this ain't about them 💅.
Also he always says you don't have to get him anything but secretly loves you getting him gifts and can't help himself but sneak a peak so you're better off making him a gift and not saying anything. ⚠️ Warning though, this will awaken something within him so tread with your thoughtful gifts carefully.
Suguru Geto
A much more chill type of Valentine's Day. If you consider him telling his cult members to attend to your every whim chill.
He wants to spend the whole day with you and going out to get gifts would prevent that so... He instructed his loyal followers to buy the gifts and bring them back for him to give to you.
He does your hair for you because Geto has a fixation with hair including his own and this is a bonding moment and it's nonnegotiable so please let him.
He's a little cheesy with his declarations of love for you but they're all genuine and he just wants to remind you is all. He writes you a poem that he puts under your pillow for you to find later because he's romantic like that.
Nanami Kento
This man took off work for this... Lol kidding he totally was working twice as fast to ensure that he could leave as early as possible to come see you.
Traditional gifts of course, he's got flowers and chocolate for you and honestly he really just wants to chill.
Like he doesn't mind going out if you want to but, he'd much rather sit here cook dinner with you and cuddle.
Sukuna Ryomen
Oh boy... Like realistically he wouldn't give a damn but I'm delusional and we're having fun so 🤷
So at first he's a jerk about it saying he does not care about your little human traditions but after seeing that this upsets you he folds like a lawn chair.
That doesn't mean he's happy about it though, he's definitely got an attitude and the gifts he has are not thoughtfully picked out at all. He just kinda grabbed whatever was in shiny red packaging and had hearts all over it.
And even though he'll swear up and down he doesn't care about all this, he can't help but smile a little bit when he you present him with a gift of your own wishing him a happy Valentine's Day.
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vagabond-umlaut · 10 months
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ramé 3.0
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love.
a word everyone spells as l-o-v-e, except one certain young sorcerer – to whom it appears h-a-p-p-y, to whom it appears h-a-v-o-c – to whom it appears the shape of the letters of your name.
you, on the other hand, forget how to spell when the same word is before you – a fact which, your admirer reckons, would have been a major problem were he not he – that is, were he not the one and only 'gojo satoru'.
and thus begins, the plan.
and thus begins, the six steps to catch one's crush's eye — by the six eyes.
|3| gather info on your crush.
[READ 1.0 HERE AND 2.0 HERE!]
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▸ student!gojo satoru x student!reader; fem!reader; the reader's backstory & CT are revealed; angry protective satoru; reader is a mean protector [both of herself and of satoru]; she openly and unashamedly digs in this side of satoru too; warning alert of there being a terrible rumor-monger relative, horrible heartless higher-ups & a fight [your favourite wins, dw]. not-really-angst... not-really-fluff either... somewhere in the between... the ending's fluffy for sure! [this is my fave chapter so far too! :))]
▸ aniki = older brother in japanese
▸ find other parts of 'ramé' and other [stand-alone] fics set in the same universe as this work here! anyways, image, divider & characters ain't mine. pls don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️
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"oh, you wouldn't want to be friends with her."
the comment cuts through the air with a noisy chuckle and a raucous chorus of giggles - gojo's knuckles grow white with the painfully tight grip he has on the glass of mocktail.
suguru shoots him a contrite face from the other side of the crowd, mouthing an apology with a helpless shrug. the boy looks away from his best friend to throw a glance at the two girls a few seats away.
a beat passes wherein shoko and utahime share a brief look, and the former speaks up, an odd edge to her voice as she leans forwards, a smirk directed at the boy. "and why wouldn't geto? she seems like a pretty nice girl to be friends with."
your cousin scoffs. gojo seriously wishes there wasn't a strict rule set by his father for the clan members of not meddling in the other clans' matters, to maintain an image of neutrality and amiability.
(it's not like he prefers not to break rules or is afraid of his father, the boy thinks grimly as he gulps the last sip of his mocktail and returns the glass to the table with a thud. it's far from being either of those.
it's just that with a small response from him in this matter, you will be dragged under the elders' scrutiny; your friendship with him too will be - and that's something he would never wish upon you. so the boy stays quiet, opting to-)
"what the fuck did you just say?"
the chitter-chatter dies down to a deathly silence in an instant.
rising from his seat, gojo stalks towards the boy sitting on the couch. from the background, he can hear few voices urge him to stop, to get back, with repeated 'satoru, no' and 'satoru, relax' - but the boy finds not a cell in his body wanting to heed those voices. marching right up to your cousin, who shoots him a pathetically fake smirk now, the boy repeats himself, "what. did. you. just. say."
the target of the query huffs a chuckle, drunk and stinking - and your friend realizes now just how much of a diluted description of him you gave him the other day. the guy isn't just some petty irritating relative of yours, he is a fucking bastard.
a fucking bastard who's going to get beaten into a pulp, if he doesn't choose his next words wisely.
another chuckle leaves him, before he gets up from his seat, a slight sway to the action as he sneers at gojo. now, were the circumstances different, the white-haired boy is sure such a brazen person would've impressed him, who is the strongest sorcerer there is, but not today.
not when you're the one who is the innocent undeserving recipient of such a remark as the one he utters next.
"i just said, my cousin's a freak who can read someone's mind without them knowing - and she does that all the time for her sick enjoyment. no one can ever trust that bitch."
a fist connects with the side of your cousin's face and before anyone can realize what's happening, the two boys are rolling on the floor in a brawl, gojo obviously with the upper hand as he lands blow after blow and yell after yell on the other.
a quiet voice whispers to his conscience, chiding his response to the situation to be too harsh, too cruel - but no sooner does it appear than it is stomped down and shoved away by images from the past.
images of a little girl crying, yelling, screaming, eyes squeezed shut, how everything's so loud, how everyone's so noisy, how everyone just can't seem to stop talking of her - in the shocked silence of the party hall.
images of being informed over the phone, his friend won't be coming to play today either - for a class or a function or a cold, he cares the least for - before overhearing later at dinner, it's the fifth day the girl's been comatose since her last treatment.
images of brash celebrations revelling in the discovery and return of a technique, long thought lost - the new messiah, they exclaim - while the said person looks at the elders with face steeped in what, the boy doesn't need his six eyes to know, is terror.
images of a girl, saying in a surprisingly void tone, how horrible, how terrible, how despicable a weapon they've made her into - sneaking into people's minds to steal the meaning of their lives away - before giving a suggestion, too smart, too sharp for a girl of ten; although-
"satoru!"
the singular word snaps the sorcerer's thoughts into two, making him move his irate gaze away from the bloodied face of the bitch to the door-
oh.
it's you.
you, standing in the school uniform, a bag slung over your shoulders.
you, eyes round and lips parted as you stare at the scene before.
you, who takes only a second before you rush forwards, moving him away from your cousin, worried gaze raking over his features instead of the bruised wailing mess of a relative left behind.
"'toru," the word escapes you in a whisper as you maneuver him into sitting on the couch.
another voice wafts over to him, a lot like suguru's, but he pays it no mind, wanting to focus on you and you only, while your fingers travel over his face, brush his bangs away, tuck them behind the shell of his ear, then finally come to a rest on the apple of his cheeks, the grazing of the thumb soothing a minor cut.
though the way your eyebrows furrow at it, emotions darting across your face a million a second, from confusion to concern to anger - gojo reckons, were anyone to see you now, they would think it ain't a tiny nick but a gaping wound.
the white-haired boy grasps your wrist in his fingers.
"i'm okay, shortie," the second-year reassures you in a whisper. you peer at him closely in turn for a beat longer, before a long sigh leaves you though the frown on your lips stays the same. he would've called you cute if not for the murderous intent rolling off you in waves...
gojo decides to call you hot now.
a seething gaze with a soft "what happened, 'toru?" reaches him next.
oh yes, gojo swoons inwardly, you're being so fucking hot.
nuzzling into the palm cradling his cheek, the boy smiles. "nothing you need to worry about."
"it's your cousin," a female voice butts in before a known pair of heads walk into his vision, one smoking a cigarette while the other looks at him then you, mildly stunned.
shoko continues, as laidback as ever (as if she too wasn't glowering then), "suguru there asked him something about you to which the pig replied with some nonsense, because of which satoru here jumped in to defend your honour." your eyes travel from her to him. a whoosh of air leaves the girl and she takes a long drag from a cigarette. "nothing very serious, to be honest..."
"but nothing too unserious either," utahime adds, which earns a small nod from her girlfriend, "if the asshole dares to lie about you once-"
"what's to say he won't again," you finish the sentence for her, a dark shadow looming over your face, then throw the culprit a harsh look. "and what shit did you spout, mr. resident douchebag of the clan?"
a corner of gojo's lips quirk up at the nickname you gave, then part in a grin at the reaction your cousin gave to that. embarassed, for sure, yet never going farther than glaring at you from those swollen eyes.
if you weren't standing here, caressing his face, your friend's certain, he would have gone to tear him a new one - the latter still scowling at you whilst intermittently yelping at the pain of his wounds.
a long sigh escapes you, visibly tired and annoyed.
"i know you can hear me just fine by that stink eye you're giving me, so fess up now - what the fuck were you telling about me?"
an absolute silence answers your question, and just when gojo thinks he might have to leave your warm cocoon to go beat your cousin up, again, suguru's voice sounds from beside, "he was talking about your CT."
"oh?" a brow rises. "and what about it?"
"apparently - and i quote," the long-haired boy adds with palms raised and faced forwards, at the scowl he shoots him, "you can read others' minds without their knowledge, and you do that always. for fun, your cousin claims."
you blink, and turn to your relative; a mask, gojo observes with a hint of melancholy, slipping over your features - not that the boy blames you, though. you need a mask - now, most of all times.
"you said that, aniki?" you inquire, the caressing hand over gojo's skin stilling with a slight tremor. he envelopes your hand in his; an action you respond to with a squeeze, continuing, "but why did you? after all that happened, after all that everyone in the family knows, why?"
a stubborn scoff sounds from the other end of the room; one of the six eyes twitches in its socket.
"i don't think you should ask this question, shortie," the second-year hums, pulling a nonplussed face from you. he grins, "you can simply read his mind, no? your aniki won't be forced to give a reply; your ask too will be answered. besides, this isn't gonna be the first time you're breaking into someone's mind, and, your cousin's not even gonna feel his mind being read - a painless procedure - isn't that right, aniki?"
"fuck no!!!!"
and bingo!
gojo watches you cast a long look at him, then back at your cousin, before a slow smile spreads on your features, the glint so dear to him making a comeback in your eyes.
"not a bad idea, senpai," you say, lifting your free hand and directing it at the culprit. a few gasps sound around you, soon followed by a few murmurs - your senpai watches them slide off your skin like water off a duck's back. you announce in a sing-song fashion, "well, here goes nothing~"
then stop at the anguished cry, your smile widening into a grin.
sweet and smug, like the cat who got the canary.
gojo feels three pairs of eyes look at his smirk, all at the same time - the boy lets them look. the two of you share dynamics, the nature of which none, except you two, can ever dream of comprehending.
wailing, your cousin rises and stumbles over to you, hands folded in a pleading gesture.
"please, no, no, no," he sobs, very nearly falling at your feet before you take a step backwards, disgust overtaking your grin, sending the boy reeling back. "i beg you, no. please don't kill me. i was just kidding; it was just a joke. i'm sorry, don't kill me."
"kill you?" you let out a shocked gasp, placing a hand over your chest, "i would never. i was just trying to read your mind, aniki. why on earth would that kill you? you won't even feel anything-"
"it's the binding vow, you bitch!!" the boy spits, interrupting you, "the one you took years back, 'cause you didn't want the higher-ups to use you as a spy again; giving up the element of secrecy of your CT to-"
your cousin pauses, the realization and the ensuing horror and regret dawning over his face; gojo presses him, sharing a smile with you.
"to?"
the answer arrives as a shuddered whisper - a whisper audible to all, however, thanks to the heavy silence in the room.
"to make it lethal on its victim instead; an attack none can stop, not even a special-grade."
the crash of a glass, or five, impacting with the ground sounds; you give a satisfied nod, smirking.
gojo runs a palm over your dishevelled hair, undoubtedly from driving with the windows down to this stupid meet of the teenagers from the jujutsu clans. you give him a smile, mouth opening to say something, but he doesn't let you. "don't thank me, stupid."
"okay," you acquiesce, a slight huff to your tone before it grows softer, "but can i at least say you were being very cool then? i'm impressed."
"who's impressed with whom?" a crass voice interrupts the moment before gojo can even form it entirely between the two of you.
three - nope, five (even your classmates are here, tch!) teasing smiles float into his vision; the second-year opens his mouth to throw back a retort - except you snatch the opportunity away from him.
"i'm impressed with gojo senpai- any problems, anyone?" you say, tilting your head to one side with the cutest little furrow in the midst of your brows. all five shake their heads, smiles widening before one of them falls on your next words.
"but the next time i see you, geto senpai, asking others what sort of a person i am - don't you dare deny it, you asked two of my friends too the same thing, they told me; god knows why you need my character certificate, though, and for whom; you're acting as if you've a sibling i wish to date and you wanna know everything about me before giving the green signal, but whatever it is, senpai-"
you heave a breath, a break from your tirade - while the remainder of the room's breathing stays suspended.
gojo glances away from you to find the attention of all the attendees fixed on you. he wraps an arm around your midsection and rests his chin on your shoulder. you lean the side of your head onto his.
"i promise i'll create problems for you, more if i see gojo senpai being dragged into the aftermath of your curiosity - okay?"
gojo watches his best friend look at you, terrified, for a second before turning to throw him a glare. the white-haired boy bites back a grin.
placing hands on his hips, suguru exclaims, "you know what, i tried to help but no one here is worthy of my assistance."
"no one asked you for this help, suguru," shoko interjects smoothly, "you were the one who insisted, something about this method being the most effective or something if they want to catch her attention-"
"whoa, whoa, whoa. who wants to catch my attention?" you inquire, cutting them two off. gojo's classmates stop and the blood flowing in his veins drops to a subzero as he cranes his neck to look at you.
you twist to look back at him. "is there someone who wants to catch my attention? do you know them?"
"i-uh-um," the boy stutters, mind scrambling for a reply - something, anything - before nanami interrupts, a small smile on his face, "yeah, there is someone, actually, and we all know him. geto senpai was just gathering some data on you as his wingman."
"oh," you mutter, gaze dropping to the ground, then lifting to gojo. the boy simply blinks back, which draws a frown from you in turn.
retrieving a pair of shades from your bag, you hand it to him and turn back to suguru, a barely-there smile on your lips.
"next time he wants some info on me, ask him to ask me directly. i'll appreciate it."
"noted, boss," the words escape gojo before the addressed can even reply, utterly unmoved by the five exasperated glares [honestly, it's four: haibara can never really glare at anyone] - the next step of the plan already whirring to life in the shades-donning boy's brain.
so, so giddy at the fact of being told of the golden key to your heart.
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strawhatkia · 8 months
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love you more when the day is new.
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INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, and hitoshi shinsou x black!fem!reader
GENRE ! fluff
SYNOPSIS ! weekend morning antics or, what it's like to wake up to the boys !
WARNINGS ! y'all live in an apartment (not the dorms), characters have been aged up, if i miss anything let me know (it's so fcking late)
WORD COUNT ! i have no clue...
A/N ! imma do a pt.2 because i wanted to add sero and izuku but i can't fucking focus so y'all have this for now !
SONG SUGGESTION ! breakfast in bed by rayana jay, breakfast by fana hues, one love by cleo sol
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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !
with how early this boy goes to sleep, waking up before him is quite literally impossible
usually it's you waking up to him on his phone as he rubs your side with his free hand, tucking you in closer to his chest while looking the most relaxed you will ever see him
he always knows when you're about to wake up, and og i am not kidding, the boy picks up on when you're heart rate changes
but there's a reason, i promise ! kats is vv afraid of losing his hearing one day due to his quirk so he kinda asked recovery girl to teach him how to pick up on someone's pulse from their neck
after that, he always positioned himself so you would be laying on his arm and his hand would be on your neck some how cute right?
this is the best time for cuddles because he is so pliant and peaceful and warm
the moment you look like you're getting up, he immediately puts his phone down (he really didn't care for it but he was bored waiting on you to wake up)
he quietly accepts your hug, tangling his legs with yours and tucking his head into your neck with a sigh as you slowly wake up
"morning suki" "g'morning" "did you sleep okay?" "hm...i was bored waiting on you" "my bad, how long did you wait?" "not long...go to bed early" "not everyone is an old man like you kats" "shut up, talking shit this early- don't laugh-"
his arms tighten around you when you shift and he continues to rub circles on your back and rub your sides in hopes of you getting to relax more so you don't get out of the bed
"babes, we gotta get up" "hm." "we can't stay here all day" "like hell we can't" "kat-"
prepare for some soft kisses to shut that nonsense up because he ain't hearing none of it
i feel like if you had a scarf on and the knot was pressing into his face, he would just snatch that shit off in the middle of your sleep and either redo it or put a bonnet on for you
"kats...where's my scarf?" "hm? i took it off" WHAT-" "the damn knot was hurting my face" "...i oughta whoop yo ass" "oh shut up, i know you feel that damn bonnet on your head ! it's not like i left your head unprotected !"
how he gets away with taking it off without you noticing is a mystery (and a profound skill)
when it comes to breakfast, he is definitely making it and no you can't help
"one of these days you'll get tired of making breakfast every morning we have off" "dumbass, if that day comes i'm either sick or you need to come knock some sense into me" "i can cook, kats, you do know that right?" "i didn't ask, you do know that right?" "aight, nigga-"
he'll never say it out loud, but you're his girl and he's supposed to take care of you so breakfast is the least he can do; plus you're still sleepy, he doesn't want you to burn yourself (never mind the years you spent making breakfast for yourself)
big on french toast with brioche bread just because he can and he loves the way you struggle a lil to bite into that thick ass piece a bread ; you stuffing your face with food he cooked always makes him happy
(if you're the type of person that dances or hums or makes a face when eating good food, just know he's looking for that cue and won't be satisfied until sees it)
also food = love pipeline !
— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !
you always wake up first, always
toshi has trouble sleeping most days and with him being a stealth hero, sleep often alludes him
sleeping with you helps as much as it can but he still struggles sometimes so in the morning, you let him sleep as long as he wants
i'd like to think that he runs a little cold most nights so the bed being warm is important to him sleeping peacefully so in the morning when you wake up, you don't get out of the bed too quickly
he's such a cat, even in his sleep, so cuddling with him will get you an immediate response; if you tuck him into you chest and rub his back, he'll snuggle closer to you and sigh, relaxing even further into your hold ; if you kiss his forehead and rub his side, he'll roll into your touch; if you try to spoon him and nuzzle into his back, he'll hold your arms in his hands, stroking his thumb against your forearm
blankets *
it's getting out of bed that is incredibly hard because there's a chance he'll wake up which we don't want= mf needs sleep ; even if he sleeps for a little while long, he'll notice the bed get cold almost immediately
technically, this is the morning but y'all don't roll out the bed until noon because toshi needs sleep and you'll feel bad if you wake him before he actually gets up
great cuddler tho !
— ☾⋆⁺₊ 🦈🪨✧ EIJIROU KIRISHIMA !
one of the few times, his hair isn't trying to impale everything near it
despite how much gel the boy puts into his hair, his hair is very soft and fluff (also do to the fact you make him take better care of his hair bc whew-)
smooth, silky, and soft ! it's hard not to touch as soon as you wake up because it's just right in front of your face and so you run your hands through it (kiri definitely wakes up the moment you start stroking his hair but like hell he's moving away, to relaxed to move)
when he does want to wake up, he stretches very slowly before letting out the loudest groan and popping every bone down his spinal cord
"well damn, kiri, you good" "never better" "okay well don't break your back, old man, we ain't even got out the bed yet" yea haha very funny"
another cuddle bug but definitely more aggressive, pulling you on top of him and wrapping his arms around you while kissing your cheeks multiple times, laughing when you groan or yell at him to put you down
he doesn't
i envision kiri as the type to just go back to sleep as soon as he's comfortable again so getting out of the bed is a very long affair
even so, he does not stop trying to kiss you anywhere he can reach (ofc a lil softer than before) and humming when you kiss him back
he's just so soft and loving in the morning, shit is almost overwhelming
just letting you know, i fully believe that if you let him start or start it yourself, he'll kiss you the entire morning and start tearing up because he just loves you so much
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learnfromali · 1 year
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What's good, y'all? It's your boy, back with another LearnFrom post, and today we're talking about the one and only, Muhammad Ali!
Now, Ali wasn't just a boxer - he was a straight-up legend. He won Olympic gold, he was the world heavyweight champion three times, and he was a civil rights activist to boot. Dude was like, "I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, and fight for equality!"
But Ali wasn't just known for his athletic prowess - he was also famous for his trash-talking. That's right, y'all, he could talk some serious smack. He once said, "I'm so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark."
But don't get it twisted, Ali wasn't just talking the talk - he walked the walk too. He stood up for what he believed in, even when it wasn't popular. He refused to be drafted into the Vietnam War, saying, "I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong."
So, what can we learn from Ali's trash-talking and activism? Well, for one thing, we should always stand up for what we believe in, even if it means going against the crowd. And we should never be afraid to speak our minds and let our voices be heard.
That's all for now, my Ali-enthusiasts. Stay fly and stay true to yourselves. Catch y'all next time!
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k-nayee · 8 months
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Cookout Hyung Line + Jimin
wc: 3.4k
Dreamer M.List
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NAMJOON
• 𝐍𝐎𝐓 gonna lie, it was a rocky ass start when y'all first arrived
• having the meeting-the-family for the first time jives and all
• boy way shaking and sweating bullets the moment he stepped through the backdoor
• and to add salt on to the wound, almost the entire yard went silent when they spotted him
• with a strained smile and wave, you walk over to your parents
• Namjoon of course stayed close to your ass like white on rice
• the tension slowly went away as you spoke to the older generations of the family
• sweet baby Joon just sitting there quietly, ain't saying nothing in fear of messing up
• even though it wasn't being spoken, everyone was curious of the new face, hence the side glances every now and then
• it wasn't until your LEAST favorite loud mouth no filter having ass boy cousin came over to start some shit up
• "Aye ____, why you bring this anime non-speaking Nigga up in here? Black men ain't too good enough or something?"
• you purse your lips at his words, ultimately done with the bullshit
• it became even more awkward when you heard murmurs of agreement around
• "First off, I very much can speak and understand English. Secondly..." Joon steps closer, towering over the froggy male with a look of contempt, "What does me being Asian have to do with it?"
• "......."
• "........"
• ".........MYYY NIGGA! WASSUP MANE. Aye you know I was just testing you right? Gotta see who right for my cuz and all."
• people let out forced laughs while [Cousin Name]'s dumbass try to cover up his mistake
• surprisingly after that, Namjoon begins to open up and talk more with the family
• more so the younger ones, but at least he trying and that's all that matters
• the little kids think he's some kind of dog whisperer since all the dogs crowd around him for some reason as he tells them stories
• your parents damn near teared up when they found out he was smart
• "Oooh, ____ got a smart one y'all! Not only is my baby in college, but she also dating an Einstein! Oh [Auntie Name], I almost forgot to ask how your daughter doing with that locked dope dealer boyfriend of hers. Chris was it?"
• "Mama, please. Now is not the time to be starting stuff. This ain't a competition between me and [Cousin Name]."
• "Yeah yeah, whatever. Now baby, now that I know ____ got somebody like you around. Please help her raise them grades up, cause whew chile!"
• "Mama!"
• since he's still afraid to go out of his way to socialize unless being approached, Namjoon decides to spend most of his time with your mother
• bastard even got a chance to see the photo album that held ALL of your baby photos
• "Awwww, look at this photo! You were so cute ____!"
• "I swear Joon, Imma beat your ass if you don't get them photos out my damn face."
• "But why? You're adorable in these~"
• "Adorable? Adorable?! Just cuz you fucking me doesn't mean you gotta lie. We both know those some questionable ass baby pictures."
• he's so soft spoken and polite in conversations but wouldn't mind starting some shit up if needed for your sake
• ...words be so sly that it'll take a few minutes before your brain finally process what he said
• "I'm surprised ____ was able to get into [prestigious university], let alone in a whole 'nother country!"
• "It's really hard to get into [prestigious university] of Seoul while even being an international student. Then again, I don't even know why I'm telling you this. Not like you could meet the entry requirements needed to attend."
• not a roaster, but definitely one to throw light jabs and heavy shade
• being your grandma's favorite (even tho she says she loves all her grandkids equally) you knew it was over when finding out that she likes him more than you
• at least you still got your Uncle Pookie. It always take a few years before he warms up to the outsiders of the famil-
• "Oh yeah, did I mention I did a collab with Nicki Minaj and Juice Wrld before?"
• all hell breaks loose
• everybody asking questions left to right
• even Uncle Pookie don left your side to talk to Namjoon about it
• "...did...did he just...?"
• ....yeah, he stole ya family
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SEOKJIN
• despite having met your parents before, he was still nervous about meeting the whole family
• that doesn't mean he was gonna show it tho
• with a mask of full confidence on, he walked through the back gates and into the backyard
• even when feeling eyes on him, he kept it up. 'just fake it til you make it'
• eventually, the confidence quickly became real once speaks to your parents
• it wasn't until he saw the amount of food at the table did he fully relax
• your mama saw the dazed look on his face and immediately walked him over
• "Nice to see you again Jin! That food caught your attention huh? Don't worry baby, what you want to eat? Just tell me and mama will fix a plate for you. And don't be shy either, especially when ya looking like ____ ain't feeding you right!"
• "Really mama?!"
• "Hush now! You can't blame me, look at him! Now come on sweetie, let's go get you some food~"
• ate every and anything placed in front of him
• finished damn near five plates before he decided to take a break for desserts
• so many of the serving ladies (who were mostly your aunties and older cousins) dropped their panties when they saw the number of empty plates and tried to feed him more.
• "Here sweetheart, you want some more greens?"
• "Edna don't nobody want them dry ass greens! Here, try some of my chicken. Saved the biggest piece just for you~"
• "Please, we already know you bought that shit from the store so it ain't no use trying to act all brand new Zelma. Know damn well you ain't fooling nobody with ya fake chicken having ass!"
• a war would've broken out had you not stepped in and took Jin away as he continued to watch the fight while stuffing his face with some of the chicken
• even after, he went back to try the spicy foods on the other side of the table
• quickly fell in love and got everything he could put his hands-on
• "What's this?"
• "They're homemade jalapeño poppers."
• "I'll take 50 of them."
• "Jin that's damn near all of them!"
• "Well it's homemade right? So they can just make some more then...problem solved!"
• seeing him gobbling down the food, your grandma comes over and the two end up in an intense conversation
• what's it about?
• you guessed it: food
• Jin became really good at dancing to the Wobble once he studied everyone's movements for a few moments
• but immediately goes in a corner out of embarrassment until your grandma calls him back to talk (about food again lol)
• when he found out she made those jalapeño poppers...extreme fanboy mode on
• your grandma enjoyed his enthusiasm so much she gave him the recipe and a to-go plate before y'all left
• rest assured that he's definitely been invited for the next social event
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YOONGI
• it's kinda a good thing that it's a cookout because he refuses to handle a family gathering in one room
• "I don't got time to be breathing in all that shit, what if somebody got the 'Rona over there?"
• "Yoongi...you really ain't shit. You know that?"
• "Didn't hear you deny it tho."
• "...Whatever let's just go."
• "Now don't forget your facema-"
• "Yoongi!"
• "Okay, okay!...I'm still bringing that can of Lysol spray with me."
• even though he's quiet, he doesn't hesitate to talk some shit if needed
• is only nice with the adults, but not the kids caus-
• "Fuck dem damn kids! They ain't mines, and even if they were...fuck my own kids then. I don't talk to people younger than me like that."
• he snaps at your rude ass aunties and shows off some of his unfinished raps and beats
• the kids and your cousins are amazed
• "Woah...that's so dope!"
• "____! Why didn't you tell me how cool your boyfriend was?!"
• they watch him with their mouths dropped open in awe, eagerly hanging on to every word he spits out in a freestyle rap despite it being in a language they didn't know/understand until the food is ready
• your parents (low-key only your dad cause momma still didn't forgive him from that stunt he pulled at church) smile at how soft he is when he looks at you despite having a glare as his resting bitch face
• eats only one plate that was made by you
• the same older cousins and uncles that silently talked shit about him suddenly does an 180 and tries to kiss his ass once they find out he's a producer and rapper of big company
• "Aye mane, you think you could listen to my demo or sum cuz? 'Preciate it."
• reluctantly agrees to listen, but Yoongi -being the way he is- straight up stops the music by middle chorus and gives his honest opinion
• "Um...what the fuck is this?"
• "Whatchu mean mane? It's fye huh? So you can put me on an album or sum?"
• "You do know that the background music is the goddamn theme song from that Sofia The First show right?"
• "...yeah, I wanted to add a 'lil twist to it. Was there a mistake in it?"
• you immediately remember how brutal the idol can be from time to time and step in before he can get an asswhooping from dudes that's three times his size
• "...mistake? My guy, I don't know if you know this, but yo whole so-called song is a mis-"
• "Yoongs..."You give a strained smile, ignoring the wondering gazes at what you're suddenly saying in Korean, "please shut the fuck up."
• "Wha-why the hell do I have to shut up?! If anything, we know who needs to, and not to mention that wonky-ass Disney Cinderella song they call a beat."
• "You do know they just got out right?"
• "Of what? Kindergarten? 'Cause that's all I can tell from those barely basic ass rhyming words they put up in there. Pssh, you would think they would learn how to actually rap with all that free time they had."
• "Yoongi!"
• he's...an overall good guest...somewhat
• will help clean up because he trying to get back in your mother's good graces (and not because you promised to give him some sloppy toppy if he at least tried)
• dances...very very aggressively
• accidentally don electric slide right into the poker table
• y'all gonna mostly be by yourselves because he doesn't really want to socialize
• keep in mind that he is blunt and aggressive, which is a type of attitude a lot of black family members hate with a passion
• but does Yoongi care about what your family thinks of him?
• "Do I really look like I give a fuck? Well too bad...cause I FUCKING DON-"
• he will snap off if they say something shady, even if there's a little hint of it: hands will be thrown
• "Waste of my goddamn time right here...you made us come all the way to Korea when you could've easily came to the states, and for what?"
• "To watch her become the best fucking [dream profession]. And it's not like yo broke ass paid for the tickets and hotel, probably wouldn't have been able to afford a cardboard box to spend the week in if it was up to you."
• he ain't gonna sugar coat SHIT
• might end up fighting a relative if it comes up to it
• "Now listen here young man-"
• "No you listen here you ungrateful ass excuse of a person, you've been nothing but a pain in my balls since the moment we met. So you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up. I don't give a rat's ass who or how old you are. Whether you a man, woman, non-binary, or a damn tree, I don't give a FUCK. But I do know one thing: these fists are pansexual and rated E for everyone, so you can catch 'em if you want."
• depending on how prideful they are, they might not like that
• when you guys leave and go back to your apartment you cuddle
• "You didn't have to do all that Yoongi. Some family are just like that, gotta roll with the punches."
• "I don't care who they are to you, you deserve the same respect you give them. Not any of that petty bullshit they love to spew out. And speaking of petty, that's why I took both pans of the peach cobbler and banana pudding too."
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HOSEOK
• he's excited
• not a single drop of nerves running through his body at all
• he's super happy that the two of you finally reached the next level of a relationship which meant meeting your family
• greeted the cousins casually but with a mega watt ass smile
• some even came up to you complaining about it
• "Damn ____, tell your man to calm down with all that smiling shit! Almost went blind."
• "...but ain't you already blind Cousin Brian...?"
• "And? It gotta mean something if I was able to see a bright ass light in all this darkness."
• "I-well okay then. Hobi stop smiling too much, you messing up my blind cousin's eyesight."
• "Oh oka-what?"
• everyone adores him, yes even that one messy cousin that's always trying to ruin a family member's day (and relationship) with their new boyfriend/girlfriend
• you tried to keep Hoseok away from her, but he just had to say something when he saw her standing alone in a sheer dress that was clearly once a t-shirt
• "No Hoseok, let's go this wa-Hoseok!"
• "Hello! Very pretty dress you wearing~"
• "...okay and? The fuck you telling me that? You want your lil dick sucked or something Asian boy?"
• he laughs brightly at her words
• "No no thank you. But you should smile more, very pretty face to waste by frowning."
• with that, he takes your hand goes over to the kids which damn neared baffled the whole yard of the two's interaction
• and thanks to him having to be a nice piece of shit, you now gotta fend him off from ya messy ass cousin who now crushing on him
• plays games with the little kids, all the women swooning as he chases them around and picks them up like a father would with their child
• "Awe ____, you got you a cute white boy."
• "Thank you grandma, but he's Korean."
• "Well I like him!"
• when at the table he proudly brags about your achievements at work while also handling the process of obtaining a degree at the same time
• when you bring up his world-known status they are   s h o o k
• goes with you and your cousins to the liquor store when all your low-key alcoholic aunts and uncles drank them all
• "____, I like your family. They're all really fun to hang out with!"
• "Mmmm, you say that now. But give it time, I'm sure you'll change your mind."
• as stated before, he naturally gets along with everyone
• but just because he's safe doesn't mean that the shit relatives you have won't try to come for you
• and after learning some tips from Yoongi, he's ready to defend your honor
• "Want to talk all that smack about ____, just wait. She's gonna be the greatest [dream profession] there is! Bet you won't be able to say shit then."
• this definitely gets him more respect from your parents and older male cousins
• he won't stand for anyone trash-talking you
• not at all
• so yeah, they overall love him because hello? He's Jung Hoseok
• he fixed the younger kids plates, even sneaking in extra desserts which made him a long time favorite amongst them
• complimented every food he tried, even if the macaroni and cheese Cousin Brian made was dry
• "Hey now, it wasn't my fault! I didn't notice that the dial was turned all the way up when I first turned on the oven."
• "Cousin Brian...you blind my guy, how could you have known?! Now, matter fact...who the hell gave this man the responsibility of cooking in the first goddamn place?!"
• ...ANYWAYS
• ate at least 3 plates and quickly danced all that food off when the music started
• cupid shuffled right into ya grandma's heart while grinding into your aunties'
• courtesy of ya [Uncle's Name] giving him a cup of 'juice'
• poor baby had passed out not too long after drinking too much of it and woke up without his watch and shoes
• luckily, you knew that something like this would happen and was easily able to retrieve them all before leaving
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JIMIN
• socially awkward, but is still a good person to be around
• and since babes got that shmoney, he made sure to bring expensive presents along even when you said not to
• if any of your family try to mooch off him you shut that shit down real quick
• "Aye now, if you don't keep your crusty ass hands away from my boyfriend them $90 nails gonna be a waste of money when I get through with them."
• he just loves it when you get defensive over him sometimes, a little blush grazes his face
• they ask all sorts of questions about his life back on back without even giving him a chance to answer
• seeing him visibly flustered from the lack of understanding what they're saying, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind to sidetrack their focus on him
• "His parents are in Empire."
• "Really? Say sike right now."
• "N-no for real! Y'all don't remember the those few episodes...with...those Asian parents?"
• "..."
• "..."
• "...you know, now that you mention it..."
• "Oh shit! ____, you gotta keep him. And if y'all break up, you know where to hit me up."
• They treat him like a long lost son that's been reunited with his family once more
• "Has ____ been good?"
• "Yes ma'am. She's been working so hard lately that she even got promoted!"
• "Oh that's good to hear. But sweetpea you don't need to so polite!"
• "Sweetpea, you want another plate?"
• "I-if you don't mind ma'am."
• "Oh please with all that ma'am nonsense baby! Call me Grandma~"
• he likes the vanilla wafer cookies in the banana pudding the most
• good with baby cousins
• "Can you get the water hose and play with us ____'s boyfriend? My momma said the kids can't do it by themselves."
• low-key got all the single relatives checking him out.
• Especially when his shirt became translucent from the water which shown a slim waist and built abdomen that was hidden while some old shorts he borrowed from you showed off his thicc thighs and ass that's even plumper than yours
• "Ooh, look at ____'s boyfriend! Bet he taste just the way he look: real good huh~"
• "Yup, and he's mine too [Cousin Name]. Better watch yourself before a few tracks go missing boo~"
• "Damn ____! Where you been hiding him? Mmm mm mm. What's good ____'s boyfriend, you looking for some fun later on tonight?"
• "Um...n-no t-thank you. I-i'm fine."
• "Aight no pressure, just let me know when you need me."
• "[Cousin #2 Name], you ain't in no damn prison penitentiary anymore and Jimin ain't one of those 'lil he-bitches you can fuck just because he got ass. So back the fuck off."
• "Aight damn cuz, you ain't gotta get all territorial and shit....so Jimin...do you got a snap or some-"
• "I swear if I see you, [Cousin Name], and any other of y'all thirsty hoes around my boyfriend one more goddamn time! I'm beating some asses."
• ANYWAYS
• everybody adore him
• like there is not one single family member that dislikes him
• even if y'all were the type to be messy and filled with drama, he'll fit right in once they saw that he didn't take shit from nobody
• and when they do try to for either of you, cut off and put in their place immediately
• "I still can't believe it. How did ____ manage to get someone like him?!"
• "Oh? You mean Just like how you managed to get divorced five times?"
• the whole table done exploded with 'oh shit' and 'he got you [Auntie Name]'
• some even had to walk away from that one
• Jimin definitely earned a place in the family
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my-soupy-brain · 7 months
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hi!! i love your work thank you so much for indulging into our insanity 🥹
prompt goes like this
reader notices that ted has lost weight and is really hitting the gym real hard but he’s feeling miserable so reader talks to him and it turns out that ted is afraid that you’ll leave him for someone younger/fitter :/
Oh, I love this. Anytime we can praise this man, I'm here for it. Ted's always so self-conscious, always wants to be the best for everyone, so of course he'd want to look his best for you? Let's goooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Warnings: Angst, comfort, body image, and light smut
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You'd noticed Ted coming home a little later in the evenings, sweaty and out of breath. He's always liked to walk on the treadmill at the gym at the club when he found the time. But you weren't sure what else he's been up to lately.
It made you a little...nervous.
His stomach was a little slimmer. His biceps are a little more defined. You admired it, but you missed...your Ted.
Was he trying to look good for someone else?
Your brain immediately went into a spiral of anxiety.
What if he met someone? What if he's trying to get out of this relationship and get back into the dating scene?
Wouldn't he tell me?
When he left the shower and came into the kitchen to kiss you on the cheek as you scrubbed a plate, you smiled weakly.
"You OK, darlin'?" he asked lightly. You nodded and then shook your head.
"Yes and no," you admit. "You're going to the gym a lot more lately. Are you... do you want...back on the dating sc--"
Before you can finish your thought, Ted is holding your face in his hands.
"Dating scene?!" he exclaimed. "No, sugar. God, no! I wouldn't think of such a thing," he says, pulling you into his chest. "What makes you think that?"
You wipe a tear from your eye.
"Well, you're just spending more time at the gym. You've lost weight, and well, I just thought maybe you were trying to look better for..."
"For you."
Your eyes shoot up to his hazel orbs. "For me?!"
Ted takes a deep sigh and pulls out a stool to sit.
"I... I was feelin' real crummy about myself. And y'know, I coach all those young guys who are in shape. And you're so damn gorgeous..."
He's spiraling. He was doing this to...keep you?
"Sweetheart..."
Ted shakes his head. "I just... I could feel myself getting, I dunno, doughy..."
He looks down at his body. You think he's perfect. He was perfect, he is perfect.
With a step you move to be in front of him, kneeling on the ground and looking up at him.
"Sweetheart, I wouldn't change a single inch of your body. In fact, I loved you just how you were. You know what I love? That brain of yours. That smile. That sense of humor. And yeah, that perfect body you have."
He smiles and blushes.
"But if you like to work out..."
"I don't. I hate it, if I'm bein' honest. I don't mind walkin' because it means I get to walk around the city and explore with you," he admits, his eyes hopeful. "But all this weight liftin' and runnin'. I hate it. It ain't for me..."
You hold his hands in yours.
"Then don't do all that stuff, sweetheart..."
"But you, I dunno... I know it sounds silly but you deserve to be proud of the man on your arm."
You shake your head and he keeps talking.
"I see how those boys look atcha when you walk into the office. And why wouldn't ya wanna be with them?"
Your heart could shatter with another word he utters.
"You just deserve..."
"I deserve you...Ted. Just you. Theodore Lasso, as he lives and breathes. Just as he is."
When his eyes connect with yours again, he can see the passion in your eyes.
You lean up to kiss him, and he leans down. His mustache tickles your lip like you love.
"I love you, Ted, just as you are."
He chuckles against your lips.
"I miss pizza and movie nights," he admits. "And feeding each other cake in bed."
You giggle with him, kissing his lips chastely. "I miss it, too."
You look back into his eyes.
"And we can be healthy together, walk, eat right most of the time. And still enjoy our favorite things. Cutting it all out, and spending your free time - which you have very little of - at the gym? If you don't like it? Nah. We skip it. Life's too short."
He smiles wider now. He loves it when you talk sense into him. He loves how you love life. He loves...you.
He stands up and brings you up with him, his arms around you, and his lips pressed to yours.
"I love you," he says with a deep voice. "God, I love you."
You smile, brushing hair over his ear, gazing into those big doe eyes you love so much.
"I love you, too," you reply, kissing his lips again, more sensually, your tongue teasing him. He moans a little, his hands running up and down your back. His blood travels south behind his joggers.
"I kinda wanna show you how much I love ya," you murmur, running your hand down his chest, to the hardness tenting his pants. He groans, gripping your hip.
"Ye-yeah? Is that so?"
You nod, biting your bottom lip. "It is, so why don't we do just that..."
You tug him by the hand into the bedroom, removing your shirt and making his breath deepen. You step closer, roping your arms around his neck.
"Let's consider this our exercise today."
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I love. mya self-conscious and then a more confident Ted. He just needs some reassurance. And that's exactly what you give him! God. I love this man. Let's clone him. Thanks for the prompt, my friend!
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crystlizabeth · 1 year
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Cute lil’ thing ain't you..
Neville Longbottom x Black!femreader Slytherin
Short!
Warnings: teasing, Not proofread!
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It wasn't often you found yourself looking over at the Gryffindor table, just for the back they annoyed most of them anyway. Nonetheless, you found yourself looking at a tall white boy who caught your eye. He was a shy little thing well not little he towered over so many people.
“You're staring again.” your friend said.
“How could you not look at him he's fine, would mind me a piece of him.” you spoke ending with a giggle, watching the girl roll her eyes at your comment.
“Girl be fuckin real he's probably scared of you, the poor kitty probably thinks you’re gonna eat him alive.” she taunted eyeing you.
You only glared at her but she was right, you felt as if he were afraid of you in a way but it didn't stop you from purposely sitting next to him or bumping into him in the castle halls.
Eventually, you found yourself with him in the library, he was in the herb section. Why not start a conversation, what could go wrong?
You walked next to him pretending to scan the books you saw him look down at you but only to hurriedly look back that the shelves. A small grin appeared on your lips. “Your Neville, right?” you asked looking to start the conversation. Your eyes glimpsed over at him, his dark fluffy hair covered his face you could feel the panic on him.
“It's alright I don't bite.” you joked, his head snapped to look at you. “I- I know sorry I.. Yeah I'm Neville.” he shutters over his word his body slightly moving toward you.
You let a chuckle come from you his shyness taking him over, his face was beat read yet you could still see his freckles his eyes squeeze shut. “Such an intimidating size yet you quiver like a kitten without it's mother..” you spoke softly.
He grabbed his book holding it close to his body looking down at you his mouth barely gaped, you could see his uneven teeth his heart-shaped lips pink just the same as his cheeks. “I don't quite understand what you mean..” he uttered, his bodyweight shifting on his feet nervously.
“Neville, hun you are well over six foot, yet you act like your tiny like a kitten, not a lion,” you stated simply. The words sounded harsher than you indicated it caused his brows to frown.
“O..oh is that bad..? I don't exactly want to be scary..” he stated nervously he's eyes finally meeting yours.
“I wouldn’t say so personally I think your a cute lil’ thing.” you said your arms crossing smirking you at the boy.
His body stood up straight, he hugged the book tighter his face once again going dark red.
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houseofthxrnes · 2 years
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All I've Ever Wanted.
(Poly! Lost Boys x GN!reader)
For the lovely @struggling-bee, really hope you enjoy 💛❤️, all credit for the gifs go to the owner.
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You knew your boys were special.
Special in a way that even the word itself couldn't describe how extraordinary they are. 
They were wild, beautiful, lively. 
They were everything you ever wanted. 
So imagine the confusion when your aunt June pulled you aside one night. You and her weren't related, though her friendship with your mother had transcended into a sisterhood. 
"Is everything alright?" You inquired, as she urged you to sit on the porch chair. "Honey…it's about your boyfriends." She said, You smiled, though the tone she had left little to the positive imagination. 
"What about them, aunty?" 
"You know what I am, don't you?" June asked, making you nod. She had been a vampire for years now, having only been turned the night she met your mother. June had been careful, which was the main reason she stood there with you at this moment.
"Yeah." You answered. "They are the same as me, sweetheart. They're vampires." She informed, patiently waiting for your reaction. A silence passed, when a laugh escaped you. June threw you a confused look. 
"Aunty…I think I've always known." 
Now June was really surprised. You rose to your feet, swaying around as you spoke. "I mean…I only get to see them at night and they drop me off at home before dawn. They all disappear at different points. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong but I've been raised with that." You reasoned, eyes landing on June.
"I can have them off you if you feel-"
"I love them aunty. I'm not afraid of them just as I was never afraid of you." You assured. They were your boys and you knew they would never hurt you. A sense of pride came over you for having figured it out before they even had the chance to tell you.
In a way, you understood. 
The fear they must have felt. The fear that you would reject them and call them monsters. They couldn't live with that and neither could you. 
Your (e/c) eyes laid on your aunt, who looked at you with a motherly adoration. 
"It makes me happy that you have them, sweetheart. David and his brothers are sure lucky to have you." June said. Her hand graced your cheek. "Don't you have a date?"
"Oh shoot, I nearly forgot." You laughed, looking toward the inside to grab your jacket. June, as always, beat you to it. The jacket laid in her hands, a smirk on your aunt's face. You grinned. "Where would I be without you?" You teased.
"Off you go. Have a good night, honey." 
"No curfew this time?" 
"Go before I change my mind." June threatened, though the levity of it lacked. You snapped your fingers playfully, bidding your aunt a last see you later before you turned to head to the boardwalk.
"We have to tell them, man." 
"You think I don't know that Paul?" 
"Well you sure ain't doing nothing about it!" Paul exclaimed. David frowned, his piercing blue eyes staring deep into his brothers. Paul sighed out in exasperation. "We've stalled enough, it's either tonight or we don't say shit for another year." 
"Who the fuck died and made you king?"
"Would the two of you knock it off?" Dwayne interrupted, irritation clear in his voice. "Yeah, you're giving me a headache." Marko added, his face void of his usual grin. David and Paul ceased speaking, the latter deciding to take a whiff of his small joint. 
Truth be told, Paul was getting antsy. And he didn't like it. He loved you more than he ever thought he could love. Paul thought he wasn't a relationship guy, opting to use his looks to get laid and get fed. Then, you walked into his life. You were magnetic, that was the only word for it.
Magnetic.
Marko chewed at his nails, his stomach feeling empty and nauseous. He searched the crowd for any sign of you, finding both worry and relief in the absence of you. Marko was afraid. Afraid that he wouldn't be able to discard you like everyone else, that you had engraved yourself too deep into his dead heart. Marko just didn't know when to quit. 
And he knew that he couldn't quit you.
David looked yonder to the passing people, each face less significant than the other. How was it that from a bunch of low-life, insufferable humans, you came? You had to be the greatest thing that David could have ever had. At first, he was skeptical of you. Your kind nature and willingness to be around them was something foreign and that foreignness was unwelcomed. But just as it was in your nature to care, it was in your nature to love too.
Dwayne sighed, choosing to lean into the railings and drown out the insufferable noise. While he was possibly the most calm, the anxiety was probably just as strong in him. You were probably everything he had ever wanted. Laddie loved you, you loved being around him and Dwayne knew from that moment that you were meant to be with them. 
But maybe sometimes, meant to be just wasn't going to happen. And Dwayne prayed that that wouldn't be the case. 
"Hi boys!" Your voice cut through their thoughts like a knife, Marko even jumping at your surprised entry. Your arms were wrapped around the vampire immediately. "Hope I didn't make you wait too long." You said, giggling when Marko laif kiss after kiss on your neck. “You know we don't mind babe, besides…you could always make it up to us.” Paul teased,  moving his body to be closer to you. 
You smirked, expressing whatever teasing words you had in mind. Dwayne took your hand into his, squeezing it slightly. His silent language, communicating a love so deep, one could drown in it. 
The night continued with your boys and you riding the rides, eating and just enjoying each other's company. Through it all, you couldn't help but feel like David was avoiding you. 
Every time your eyes met, he looked away. Like he was nervous. For as long as you had known him, David was never, ever, nervous. So this worried you.
Paul and the others continued ahead, leaving you and David side by side. 
"Out with it."
"I don't know what you're talking about, kitten."
"You've been avoiding me all night." You stated, hurt evident in your tone. David sighed, desperate in his attempt at avoiding your strong gaze. "It's complicated…" he said slowly.
"There is something you aren't telling me. Please David, you think I like it when you won't even look at me?" You spat. David's brows furrowed. Of course he didn't like it, it was killing him on the inside. But the thought of you abandoning them was even worse. 
You stepped closer, placing your hand on David's cheek. He leaned into the touch gratefully. 
"David, if it's about us, you have to talk to me." You pleaded. Maybe you had done something wrong, maybe you had angered them in some way. Whatever it was, you wanted to make it right.
They were too precious to lose.
David sighed, not moving from your hold. "It's…it's about me…and the boys.." he said, each word passing like stones in his throat. You quirked a brow, pushing him to keep talking. 
"It's better if they're all here…you deserve that much at least."
Now you were really confused.
David always told you what was what. He hated beating around the bush. So this was unexpected of him. "Fine…but I'm keeping you to it." You said. David offered you a seldom nod.
He really dug himself deep this time.
The night continued with you and the boys leaving the boardwalk, Laddie holding your and Dwayne's hand. Dwayne could sense that you were irritated, choosing to silently observe instead of asking you about it. His eyes jumped between you and David, his leader's back turned to them.
Perhaps David had let it slip?
No, no, David wasn't that sort of vampire.
Did you figure it out?
If you had, Dwayne was sure that you would have been screaming your head off. So, their secret was safe…? Dwayne stopped in his tracks, once the voice entered his mind. 
(Y/n) knows.
What the hell do you mean they know?
I mean…they know something is up.
Dwayne’s face twisted in unamusement. He didn't like the feeling that was coursing through him now. In fact, he despised it. You leaving would not affect only him, but Laddie as well. The little boy loved you and it would break him to lose you.
Dwayne's eyes trained on you, frantic in his search for any signs that you were going to leave. Dwayne sighed, brown eyes jumping to David. 
What do we do?
We come clean.
The cave welcomed you later that night, your body declining onto the couch. Paul and Marco were at your side, as Paul paced around with a roll in his hands. 
He puffed it once, barking a laugh. "You had to see it babe! Those surf Nazis were crying for their mommies by the time we were down with em'!" Paul exclaimed, his arms spreading out in victory. Dwayne and David had gone to get food. 
Marko planted a kiss on your cheek before cackling along with Paul. 
You smiled softly.
"Why the long face, sweets?"
"I'm fine, Marko." 
"You know that bullshit doesn't work on me. Spill it." Marko spat, albeit endearingly. "Yeah, babe, what's eatin' ya?" Paul pressed, already considerably high. You took a moment to consider your answers. Paul and Marko probably knew that David was hiding something and they couldn't help you. Marko read your face and beat you to it, as he always did.
"It's David isn't it?"
"How did you-"
"You only get like this when you're mad at David, babe." Paul completed, taking a whiff of his cigarette once more. Paul had an unusual trait that came out during these periods.
It showcased his observances and how when you think that Paul isn't watching, you better believe that he is. "I feel like he is hiding something from me." You said. "Hiding what?" Marko inquired, raising a brow. 
"I don't know…when we were at the boardwalk, he just straight up ignored me. Dwayne was acting off too." You expressed. 
Paul's bright blue eyes briefly met with Marko, who was thinking the exact same thing.
You think he fessed up? 
Wouldn't they be running if he did?
Marko nodded slowly. "You know how David gets, babe. He'd rather die than express what's bothering him." Paul commented in a matter of fact manner. You pouted. "That isn't a good thing." You said. Paul shrugged and Marko patted your shoulder. 
"Food time!" David yelled, jumping down from the entrance, followed by Dwayne and Laddie. The boy ran to you, wrapping his arms around your legs. "Hey, little dude." You greeted happily, taking the boy into your arms. 
You all sat near the fountain, the food cartons in your hands. 
You ate silently, eyeing each one of your boys. You didn't know what you were looking for exactly. They weren't the type to cheat and you trusted them as they did you. Perhaps they had hurt someone and couldn't bear to tell you?
"David…" you said slowly, making the vampire stop in his movement. The others perked up at your voice. The blonde knew instantly what it was all about. Placing the food carton next to him , David shared a glance with Dwayne.
The two had an unspoken bond in times of crises or worry, balancing and keeping one another above it all. 
Dwayne nodded.
David thought for a moment. 
Is it better to speak or to die? To have loved and lost…or to never had loved at all?
“I know I've been…distant today. And i don't have an excuse other than the fact that I…we’ve been meaning to tell you something.’’ David announced, feeling his own skin crawl when he felt your heart pick up.
Marko stood to the side, chewing at his nails and Paul simply observed, his high slowly dying down. He just might lose the greatest thing that has ever happened to him, so he might as well be sober for it. You tapped your foot impatiently, the small thump signifying the improbability of you staying.
For who could love a killer?
Let alone four of them.
“All those times that me and the boys would…go off somewhere and tell you we were dealing with some work…well…we lied about that. We’ve been lying about a lot of things.” David offered slowly, voice deathly calm. Your hands felt clammy in their pocketed space.
“I don't expect you to stick around and I don't expect you to want to see any of use again after this…’’ David said, “...but we care about you a lot and you deserve to know…We’re vampires, (Y/N).’’ David concluded. 
The cat was out of the fucking bag and the silence that folloerd was deafening. 
The boys awaited an answer, Marko looking just about ready to run out all together. He had tried to convince himself that he could leave you behind just as you would probably do to them now. And yet, unshed tears gathered in his wild eyes. 
So imagine Marko’s surprise when laughter greeted his ears. 
Your body rolled back in genuine amusement, your arms going to hold your stomach. You left the boys in a confused cloud, each attempting to get a word in your laugh. “This…this is funny to you?’’ Paul questioned slowly. Was it disbelief? Absurdity? They didn't know. 
The laughter died down, with only one thought prevailing in your mind. 
That was it?
All this fuss over something that you already knew.
“Oh David…i've always known.” You revealed, smiling. A light passed over David's brilliant blue eyes, a mix of relief and confusion. “What do you mean you've always known?” Dwayne inquired. “Oh come on, I only see you at night time, you always run off somewhere and you avoid mirrors like the plague.” You stated in an obvious manner. “I am sort of insulted that you thought I wouldn't get-oof!” You exclaimed, as Marko tackled you to the ground.
His body on top of yours, he buried his face in your neck, the gesture almost child-like. You felt a sort of wet feeling, only to realize that Marko was ... .crying?
“Marko?”
“You aren't going to leave, right?’’
The crack in his voice was only heard by you, and it broke your heart. You leaned in, kissing the side of his head. ‘’I'm not going anywhere.” you whispered back. And if it were possible, there in that moment, the boys fell in love all over again. 
They had finally found someone that cared for them the same.
You and Marko rose, only to be joined by Paul. He hugged you furiously, kissing your face and holding on tight. You laughed, recuperating most of the kisses and affection. These boys were stupid to think that you would abandon them so easily. 
You were going to be forever. 
Until forever fell apart. 
You and Dwayne shared a kiss and stood in each other's arms for a good long while until finally, you and David came face to face.
"You really scared me today, you know." 
"You spooked me pretty good too, kitten."
You smiled and David gave you his signature smirk.
Your bodies gravitated toward each other, arms going around David's neck and his around your waist. Your foreheads touched and your eyes bore into one another.
"You have no idea how happy you've made me…" 
A smile graced your face.
"You're all I've ever wanted…all of you…"
"And you have us, kitten, for a very, very long time." David promised, bringing you in for a kiss. You smiled into the kiss as you pulled David closer, silently thanking Aunt June for her advice.
Maybe listening to your elders wasn't so bad after all.
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I-i see you're making smut stuffs of enstar and I secretly read all of it like the thirsting hoe i am and I love it ur my fav smut writer istg HNGHHH😫
do you accept requests? If you do I'm begging and thirsting for a domNiki x fem!reader NSFW where reader teases him so much because they think that hes a soft guy and wont even try to dominate or go rough but oh how they're so wrong about it~ (he got godly stamina from all the food energy he secretly stored for this) and he filled reader to brim to teach them not judge a book by its cover hngghhh~~~ Im so thirsting for domNiki 🥵
ANYWHOO THANKYOUU IF YOU READ THIS AND CONSIDER TO MAKE IT IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY❤
Teasing (Day 28)
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summary — niki hates when you make fun of him, questioning his dominance. when in reality he's a beast when he's on top... [niki shiina x fem! reader]
content warnings — nsfw, mdni. hard! dom! niki, switch! reader, teasing (obv), penetration, doggy style, creampie, breeding(mentioned), degradation, overstimulation, manhandling
author's note — when i first got this request it wasn't intended for kinktober, but it had a really good scenario that i did want to write about so i simply just added it to my kinktober list (@5ugarcan3)
word count — 1059
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YOU THOUGHT NIKI SHIINA WAS A SOFT GUY.
Well, to be completely honest, you thought he was either completely submissive or gay. Who wouldn't, between him and Rinne?
So to say the least you were surprised when you developed a crush on him, and shocked when he was the one to confess to you. Love is weird, ain't it?
At least you had more time to tease the ever-living shit out of him. Commenting on how well he'll be taking a dildo, or being a complete whore over your cunt, or possibly serving you like the good little boy he was. And whenever he would blush furiously and stutter at your bold comments, more and more were you convinced that he indeed was a bottom. Not that you minded, it was pretty cute...
On the other hand, Niki absolutely loathed it. Why on earth did you get the impression that he was nothing but a little toy for pleasure? Why couldn't he be the one to use toys like that? Not only that, but you were so goddamn cocky about it it just made his blood boil.
"Hey, baby," You jumped on the couch he was sitting on, sliding over to him. Niki froze, his hand tightening around his snack as if you were going to steal it.
"..."
"What, no hi for me?" You sighed, leaning against him and pressing a chaste kiss against his ear, smirking as he blushed a bit. "Alright..."
"No, no-" He swallowed, tucking his bar away from your curious eyes. "Hi uh- how was your day?"
"Absolutely terrible without you," you sighed dramatically, flopping over his lap. "I didn't have my little subby boyfriend attached to my hip, so I had to simply tease somebody else."
At that statement the male scowled, his ears still red. "Huh? What do you-?"
"Aw, is my little guy jealous?" You giggled, pawing at his chin. "Afraid that I'll leave you in the dirt?"
"No," He blurted, his blue eyes widening before slouching back at your laugh. "[name], just-"
"Fuck you dumb to make sure I'm yours?" you babbled, tapping his thigh carelessly. "Aw, Niki, you could've just said that earlier, I would have gladly folded you in half already."
That's not-!
"Oho, is this your snack? Don't mind if i do-o?!"
Last straw.
He snatched your hand from grabbing his snack and shoved it into the couch, pressing you into the cushions as he climbed over you with an annoyed gaze. "Niki?"
"For the last fucking time," He cursed, his low tone making your throat dry up. "I'm not a bottom."
"...Then what are you?" You stupidly said, your voice hoarse. "A service dom?"
He dipped his head down to you, your face so close with his that you were mixing breath.
"You're my little bottom."
You opened your mouth, expecting him to kiss you, but instead he snaked down further and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on it harshly. A surprised groan left you, your hands flying up to his hair and slightly tugging at it.
As he was occupied with your neck his fingers slid into your mouth, you opening wide for him as he muffled your noises. You could feel your sex already heating up, now begging for some relief.
Fortunately god was on your side, because he pulled away from you and flipped you over on the couch, tearing off your pants and undergarments. You tried to look over your shoulder to see him but instead his hand forced your face into the pillow, blocking your sight.
You then felt his warm, leaking cock brush against your ass, and you couldn't help but jerk your hips up in a last, feeble attempt to claim dominance. The attempt that was cruelly laughed at and instead earned a harsh slap to your ass, causing you to shake and moan into the couch pillow.
He gave you little time to get set before he pushed right into you, his cock stretching your insides. After grinding into you, cursing under his breath, he leaned over to hook his hands over your shoulder and fucked into you erratically.
Your eyes blew open, your mouth almost biting the pillow now. You never expected him to be this rough to you, let alone top you. But here you were, moaning like a bitch in heat and Niki completely destroying your cunt.
He tugged at your hair, pulling you away from the pillow as he jaggedly hissed into your ear. "Am I still the fucking bottom now? Yeah? Then what does that make you- fuck- you little whore?"
You could only moan out loudly, your head falling back as he was able to fuck into you deeper, reaching places that you haven't even explored yet. Fuck, this just felt so good...
Spots filled your vision as you came suddenly, a shriek leaving your mouth as you were only forced to arch your back more as Niki quickened his pace on you. Jesus, where was all this stamina coming from? How on earth was Niki, the Niki Shiina that you thought was a simple subby male, making you come so easily?
"Stop moving," He grunted, keeping a bruising grip on your waist. "No- stop it. You're going to take it like the good little slut you are."
A strangled whine left you, but all you could do was, well, take it. Two more mind-numbing orgasms later he finally came into you, his hot load coating your insides. He finally let go of your hair, letting you fall down to the couch shakily, but when he started moving again you closed your thighs, mentally begging for it to stop.
He let you close your thighs but simply flipped you sideways, propping your legs up in order to drill back into you again in the new position with the same vigor he's kept up for roughly twenty minutes now.
"I'm going to make sure you know that you're my slut, not me being yours," He groaned out, carding his fingers through your hair. "God, isn't this funny?" Niki laughed out. "Comical, really... I'm gonna fill you up so well your cunt's gonna be leaking for days. That'll be a good reminder not to mess with me again."
...I can't promise that, love. You don't know how hot this is.
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