lowkeyremi · 6 months ago
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𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! (Pt 2 here)
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pairing: suna, tsukishima, ushijima, osamu, sakusa, and iwaizumi x fem!reader (separate) note: thank you for the request @nicoleisdumb ! this was so fun to write and a nice refreshing break from jjk :3 miss writing abt these boys. summary: You forgot date night ! Oops... now your man is ignoring you?? How are you gonna fix this? content: slight angst to fluff, established relationships (marriage for a few, hehehehehe I will always find a way to sneak babies in), cursing, kinda suggestive for kiyoomi's part. not proofread!!!! wc: 3.3k
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❥ 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀
Rintaro is not one to usually get upset when you forget things because you're human just as he is and he forgets things all the time. He forgets his keys at home sometimes, or his wallet, sometimes he forgets his birthday, etc. (never his phone, he always has that thing).
There has never been a day that he's forgotten a date or an anniversary to your surprise. Lately, though, work has consumed both you and your boyfriend. He was handling it better though, because when you'd get home you would immediately collapse onto the bed and fall asleep. Rintaro would make sure to change you into something more comfortable and at least clean your face with a warm, wet cloth and your face wash.
Today was no different from any others. As soon as you remove your shoes and lay in the bed, all of your problems don't matter anymore. It was only around 7 pm then.
The morning had arrived in a blur. Finally, you had a day off. This morning is off though, because you don't wake up with a set of pajamas on or Rin's t-shirt. That was your first clue to something being off.
The second clue was the fact that he is not in bed. Rin doesn't get up out of bed unless he absolutely has to. Usually, he's holding you captive in his arms. Before you investigate, you take the initiative to shower and brush your teeth. When you're in a fresh pair of clothes; a tank top and shorts, you slowly make your way into the living room, sleep still in your body.
A brown tuft of hair sticks out from under your mickey mouse blanket and a body way too big for the couch is curled up on it. Why is he sleeping on the couch?
"Rin, baby, why are you on the couch?" Silence. He's awake, you know it because of the sound from his phone that's muffled by the blanket. Is he ignoring you? There's no way... he must not have heard you.
So you speak up in case he didn't hear you the first time, "Morning, Rin!"
Still nothing. He doesn't even move. What is his problem? Your mood instantly deflates into something sour. There was a hope within you that you would finally get to spend time with him today. Be it cuddles or going out.
Since he's not talking to you, you'll just decide to make breakfast in order to pass the time and fill the silence. While breakfast is being made you try to think of things you could have possibly done to upset him.
Then it suddenly clicks... you wanted to go out with him today. He had planned to take you out yesterday. That had to be it, right?
"Rinnie was yesterday date night? I'm sorry for forgetting. I think you had tickets for something? I feel so fucking bad, baby." Sleep had instantly taken you last night that you forgot to set an alarm or something so you could remember date night.
He still didn't say anything, but he did get up from the couch to get some food. His gold eyes were cold and unforgiving.
"Rintaro. I'm really sorry. I guess my body got used to going to sleep right when I got home. I didn't even check to see if we were doing anything yesterday. I'll make it up to you, we can go out tonight?"
He's not mad at you, not anymore at least. Even though he's not mad at you, he kind of wanted to be. It's hard for him to be upset with you for too long.
"Don't fall asleep this time, sleepyhead." That familiar smile that you know so well appears on his face. It causes you to smile just as wide if not wider.
In seconds your arms are wrapped around him in a loving hug. "I won't fall asleep. Promise."
❥ 𝐊. 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀
Kei is mean and petty about it. Date night is usually something simple like Netflix and some homemade snacks or something of the sorts. Mainly because the two of you like to stay in rather than go out.
He texted you asking where you were, only for you to reply that there was some old close friend of yours visiting town, so you decided to hang out with them.
When you got home late into the night, it was a little too quiet for you. Kei is probably asleep or playing on his play station, you assume. So, without even knowing that your boyfriend is upset, you go through your whole nightly routine.
Upon entering your bedroom you see his body lying in bed, his chest rising and falling every second. "I'm home." Leaves your lips in a whisper. There is no response so you assume he's asleep.
Halfway through the night you can't sleep, at all. It's probably because your boyfriend's comforting hands aren't wrapped around you, like usual.
You softly nudge your boyfriend's side trying to ease him awake, "Kei."
After a few more tries he finally startles awake, "what?"
"I can't sleep." You whine, "I need you to hug me."
"Shoulda' thought 'bout that before you went off with your friend instead of having date night." His tone is sour, from both being woken up and from you forgetting date night.
A small gasp leaves your lips, suddenly the conversation you two had a week prior to last night floods your brain. You weren't working that day and neither was Kei, which meant you guys could have your annual movie marathon.
"I'm sorry baby, I completely forgot..." He doesn't say anything to you and you can't tell what he's thinking because his back is facing you.
With a new spring of motivation you hop out of bed to make some of your favorite movie snacks and grab your laptop, before heading back to your bedroom.
"How about a redo?" Kei turns his body to look at you, he eyes the snacks and your computer. How could he stay mad at you?
"Hurry up before I change my mind." A huge cat-like grin adorns your pretty face.
❥ 𝐖. 𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀
"Daddy, why red circle?" Your little son Nao asks looking at the calendar on the fridge.
"Mommy and Daddy were supposed to go out tonight, but work called Mommy and asked her to come." Wakatoshi explains to his three year old.
The original plan was for Nao's nanny to come a little early because Wakatoshi finally had time off of work and so did you. When she came to take care of your son you two were going to go to dinner and see this new jazz group.
Wakatoshi had only told his son part of the truth, you did have to suddenly go to work but it wasn't because they called you in, it was because you requested to work late, so you could have more time off in the future.
The only reason he sugar-coded it was, because he would never want to paint you in a bad light.
The both of you have enough to support the household and live a steady life so he has no idea why you decided to go into work tonight. It seems you'd even forgotten that you were supposed to go out on a date with him tonight.
"Mommy not gettin' dinner with you?" He asks for clarity.
"Yeah, that's right." He gives the little guy a pat to the head.
"So it's just you and me. After bath time and dinner we can do something fun like watch a movie."
"We watch Dootopa?" He asks with a beaming smile on his face.
"You wanna watch Zootopia?"
"Yes yes!!!" That is his all time favorite movie. Flash the sloth is his favorite character next to Judy Hopps.
"Okay, well lets hurry up and get bath time and dinner time over with."
When you arrive home, your two favorite boys are fast asleep on the couch. You make the assumption they've been watching movies all night because Toy Story 2 is playing and neither are awake to watch it.
Nao is curled up in his father's lap, while Wakatoshi's hand is supporting him in case he falls.
You pick the sleeping little boy up in order to take him to his bed. Wakatoshi ever the light sleeper awakes when you remove Nao from his lap.
Instead of smiling and kissing you goodnight he turns the TV off and proceeds to walk straight to your shared bedroom without a word.
You quickly place your son down in his bed kissing him goodnight. You know why he's upset with you and there's an eagerness for you to fix it.
"I totally forgot about dinner, honey, I'm sorry." Those words leave your lips as soon as you enter your bedroom.
Your hurry to change into something more comfortable so you can join him in bed.
"Don't be mad 'Toshi." He grunts, his back is turned to you, so who knows what he's thinking.
Luckily for you he tends to not hold grudges.
"I'll get us a reservation at your favorite place," desperation seeps into your voice when he still doesn't answer you, "I really feel dumb for calling into work today, please cut me a break baby-"
"You aren't dumb, by any means, and I'm not mad. I'm confused." That's when you remember that Wakatoshi doesn't usually ignore you when he's upset about something.
The reason he doesn't say anything is usually because he's thinking.
You wait for him to tell you why he's confused and as you do so you sink into bed. At the point he turns over to see your face.
"I'm confused as to why you needed to work late when you already have so many days off."
"Well- I was hoping the three of us could go on vacation this summer, if the team doesn't require you to do your workouts there." His confusion is replaced with awe.
"Just ask them for days off, if they dock your pay it won't matter. We have enough to live comfortably, I promise." It feels good to finally have your man looking into your eyes again. A relieved sigh leaves your lips.
❥ 𝐎. 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀
"Forgettin' something?" Your husband asks right before you walk out the door to go to your best friend's baby shower. He's leaning against the door frame, his huge arms flex when he goes to cross them over his equally large chest.
Is there something you're forgetting? Nothing rings a bell, so you assume he means you're about to forget to kiss him goodbye.
You lean into kiss him and he kisses you back of course, but there's still a pout on his face and he doesn't look satisfied.
"I love you, 'Samu! I gotta get going before I'm late!" So you forgot about it. You forgot that tonight Osamu was supposed to take you to the shop and fix up a nice dinner for you two at your favorite table. He'd serve your favorite wine and you two would talk about the stupidest things into the early hours of the morning. He even closed early for tonight.
I mean, he can't blame you, your best friend of a lifetime is having a baby shower, and of course she wants you there. It would have made him feel a little bit better if you at least remembered it, but you didn't.
Osamu wouldn't be a Miya if he wasn't at least a little bit petty about it. He's decided he'll ignore you until you figure out that you'd forgotten about your date tonight. Maybe if he's not too sour he'll make dinner for you.
The petty man in question has been watching the clock for the past twenty minutes. You were supposed to be home by now, because it's already 8:45 pm. The baby shower started at 6 and ended at 7, so, where are you?
Just as he asks himself that question, the telltale sound of keys on the other end of the door snaps him out of his trance.
"Hey baby, I'm back!" The door swings open and your pretty face greets him.
He doesn't say anything back to you, he just pretends to be busy on his phone.
"Sorry I got back so late, I stayed to help her clean everything up." Your eyes watch your husband carefully, checking for any sign of him being upset, because he doesn't say anything yet again.
"What's wrong, 'Samu?" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He's definitely mad, now you just need to figure out why.
After a quick change into your slippers and your keys are on the rack you walk up to him, giving him a hug from behind. You rest your chin on his shoulder. He's scrolling through twitter, his personal one not the one for promoting the shop.
"Why are you sulking? You're acting like your brother." Osamu accepts his fate, you know he can't ignore you when you compare him to his brother.
"Do not compare me to that oversized baby." When he hears your beautiful laugh he almost forgets why he was upset, almost.
"Did I not tell ya that ya were forgettin' somethin' before ya left?" The question in his voice makes you think for a second.
"Was it not a kiss?" He shakes his head. Now you're completely lost.
"I was 'posed to take ya down to the shop and we were gonna eat at our table." When he finishes his sentence you gasp in remembrance. Oh shit. You forgot about date night.
"Baby, you can't possibly be telling me I had to choose you or her." He stiffens for a brief moment, then relaxes.
"Nah, I was just hoping ya'd at least remember it." A shudder rolls down his spine when you give him a small kiss on the neck.
"I'm sorry for forgetting, baby. Let's have a do ov-" Osamu doesn't allow you to finish because he scoops you up bridal style and brings you into the kitchen to set you down on the counter.
"Ya better watch me cook or I won't forgive you."
"Aye aye captian!"
"Yer so annoying." He smiles at you.
❥ 𝐊. 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀
"Bye baby! Mama and Dada love you!" Your baby girl waves at you shyly as you and Kiyoomi drop her off with her grandparents.
"I wuv you too! Bye bye Mama, bye bye Dada." Kiyoomi hugs his daughter tightly before setting her down next to her grandma.
"Alright, sweet girl, make sure to be good for nana and poppa okay?" She nods her adorable little head, the tiny ponytails you put in her hair swing rapidly.
As soon as you guys are in the car, a look of excitement flashes in your husband's eyes.
"What?" You can't help smile when he looks at you like that.
"Made us that reservation for brunch like you asked." Your smile immediately drops. You'd forgotten that you and Kiyoomi planned this whole weekend out already. You two had planned this weekend two weeks prior, which is kind of why you forgot and booked a mani-pedi for an hour from now.
"Fuckkkkk." Why do you forget the most important things?
"Kiyo, can we do dinner instead? I forgot about brunch and booked a mani-pedi because today is the only day my nail lady could fit me in."
A tension forms almost immediately when you inform him of your plans. Guilt is heavy on your stomach while listening to your husband cancel brunch over the phone. The rest of the car ride is silent except for the sound that's happening outside of the car.
Your husband is kind enough to drop you off at your nail appointment. You feel so bad as you hop out of the car, so in order to try and smooth things over you offer for him to come inside but he just mumbles a quick, "No thank you, I'll come get you when it's done."
That's how you ended up spilling everything to your nail lady. She shakes her head as she shapes the gel nails into the shape you asked for. "What's his favorite color on you, sweetheart?"
You think for a second before answering, "He loves when I get sage green." The woman gives you a knowing smile and you connect the dots as to what she's referring to.
"You want him to feel better? Take him to dinner and then give him a night to remember with those pretty nails. Works every time with my husband." She says with a mischievous smile.
Your eyes widen for a second, "Oh my- I- we haven't had time to do anything because our little girl requires most of our time, but she's with her grandparents for the weekend."
The nail lady giggles as she goes to find your color. "Honey, if that's not a sign to get laid then I don't know what is!"
When your appointment is over you see the cadillac waiting for you in the parking lot. Kiyoomi doesn't even bother to look up when you enter the car.
"Got your favorite color." You purr with a seductive smile on your face. Kiyoomi doesn't spare you a glance, "Cool."
"Stop being so mean, I'm sorry about brunch. I made a reservation for dinner." That finally baits his attention, he turns to you, a nasty look in his eyes.
"Oh I actually think I'm going to be busy, can't go to dinner." He mocks your voice to make you feel what he had felt earlier. He's being mean, but he doesn't mean it. He still kind of has this habit of getting defensive when he or his pride is hurt.
"Too busy to get a blowjob in the car after dinner?" You know you've got him when he stops breathing for a few seconds. Your husband is only a man, and what kind of man would he be to deny a blowjob from his wife?
"Shit, should have started with that. Let me see your nails." The whole time he inspects your pretty hands there's a smirk on your face.
"I love this color on you baby."
"I know you do Kiyo. Now, let's get home, we have to get ready for dinner tonight."
Having your daughter stay with her grandparents for the weekend was the best decision you guys have made in a while.
❥ 𝐇. 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈
Hajime has been ignoring you for the past two hours and you can't figure out why.
You know you haven't done anything to piss him off recently (or so you think), so his behavior is kind of strange. Nothing you did made him listen to you either.
He doesn't even let you know he's leaving for work, which reminds you of yesterday. You were so excited to go see your cousin's puppy you'd forgotten to tell your boyfriend you'd be out for awhile.
Suddenly while you're tidying up the kitchen you briefly remember him asking you on a date... yesterday.
That's probably why he's ignoring you.
So of course, being the problem solver you are, you head to the store to get stuff to set up a nice date at home.
You decorate the table with pretty rose petals and cook his favorite meal for him. Candles light up the table and two glasses of wine are set on the table.
Hajime lets out a loud groan as he enters the house, working with a bunch of athletes all the time is quite tiring. What he doesn't expect is the dimmed lights and quiet music playing from the alexa in the kitchen.
For the first time today he talks to you, "What's all this?"
"An apology for forgetting our date last night. I set up an at home date for us." He tries and fails to look upset, still.
"I'm glad you remembered," he pauses, "the day after our date." A snort leaves his lips and you roll your eyes.
"At least I remembered. Hurry up and put your stuff up so we can eat. The food is gonna get cold."
It's safe to say he forgives with the way a lopsided grin adorns his face.
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harunayuuka2060 · 6 months ago
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Chubby MC: *went to visit Coral Sea to give Jade and Floyd's birthday presents*
Azul: You're here. I thought you would try making excuses again.
Chubby MC: I was busy. And I can't breathe underwater.
Azul: I've been sending you potions to help you with that.
Chubby MC: Hm.
Azul: ...
Azul: *chuckles*
Azul: The twins are going to be happy to see you after not getting in touch for eight years.
Chubby MC: Sure.
Azul: ...
Azul: Is there something wrong?
Chubby MC: ...
Chubby MC: To be honest, I'm not thrilled to meet anybody from NRC.
Azul: Why is that?
Chubby MC: Imagine. Eight years and I still look like this. *sigh* Tch. I've been airing out my insecurities. I'll keep quiet now.
Azul: ...
Azul: So, what did you get for Floyd and Jade?
Chubby MC: Something's within my budget.
Azul: *chuckles* Cheapskate.
Chubby MC: *frowns*
Chubby MC: I'm just a minimum wage earner, you capitalist.
Azul: *laughs*
Floyd: Beluga-chan~! *squeezes them*
Chubby MC: Don't squeeze the air out of me!
Floyd: But I missed you so much~
Chubby MC: Yeah! Yeah! I get the message! Release me now!
Floyd: Hehe~ Okay~.
Chubby MC: *takes a deep breath in*
Floyd: So~ What's my present~?
Chubby MC: ...
Chubby MC: I got you this. *hands him a squishy hamster toy*
Floyd: Hehe~
Floyd: Hehehehehe~! So cuuuutee~!!!
Chubby MC: I made sure it's water proof.
Floyd: *hugs them* Thank you, Beluga-chan~!
Chubby MC: ...
Chubby MC: *smiles* You're welcome.
Jade: *wants to approach MC but the other guests are blocking him*
The guests: Happy birthday, Jade. You're really a grown up now.
Jade: *smiles* Thank you.
The guests: Have you considered getting married?
Jade: ...
Jade: *subtle smirk* Yes.
The guests: *smiling in relief*
Chubby MC: Looks like Jade is busy.
Azul: Why not approach him?
Chubby MC: ...
Chubby MC: No. I'll just leave my present for him with Floyd.
Chubby MC: Also, I think the effect of your potion is enough to get me back to the surface.
Azul: I asked you to bring three vials.
Chubby MC: Your message was too long. I didn't bother to read all of it.
Azul: You-
Chubby MC: Bye now.
Azul: ...
Azul: *sigh* Be careful on your way home.
Floyd: Here's Beluga-chan's present for you~.
Jade: *smiles* I like it. *MC bought him a pair of hiking boots as a gift*
Floyd: But you know, why you're so slow?
Jade: I beg to differ, Floyd.
Jade: There's time for everything.
Floyd: You think~? Because I'm guessing Beluga-chan doesn't even remember your promise~.
Jade: They do, otherwise, why would they remain single?
Floyd: *laughs*
Floyd: You're so full of yourself sometimes, Jade~.
Jade: You want to be their brother-in-law, right, Floyd? So I ask you to support me on this. *smiles*
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delusionalbitchinthehouse · 2 months ago
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Ifrit and Alpha getting horny while sparring hehehehehe
The issue is not that Alpha once again managed to immobilize Ifrit - for the fourth time in their forty minutes of sparring - the issue is that Ifrit is on his back on top of him, legs pinned down by Alpha's, and held in a solid chokehold, the older fire ghoul's bicep pressing firmly against his throat.
Oh, and Ifrit is very, very fucking hard in his tight little shorts.
He can't move, the thing is - can barely breath and that's only because Alpha is letting him. Even his arms are useless, because the second Ifrit tries to use them - to claw at Alpha's own, to push himself off the ground, Alpha tightens his hold, cutting Ifrit's airways off.
He really should tap out and go take care of his aching problem, but there's something so fucking good about the way he can feel Alpha's chest rising in time with his breathing, their clamy skin sticking together, and- well. The press of Alpha's equally hard cock against Ifrit's ass is a nice bonus too.
And, if Ifrit is honest, there's something thrilling about being overpowered when you're a notoriously strong bastard. Maybe that's why being thrown around on the mat by Alpha is one of his favorite passtime.
Alpha shifts slightly, panting in Ifrit ear, using his own legs to part Ifrit's wider, and there is no way it's unintentional. The manhandling makes Ifrit's dick twitch. Fuck, he's so hard. A chuckle rumbles in Alpha's chest.
"Gettin' a little bit excited ?"
Ifrit is about to retort that Alpha is in much the same situation, but the older fire ghoul cuts it off.
"Well, go on. Your arms are free."
Heat pools in Ifrit's belly, though his face burns at Alpha's suggestion.
"I- here ?"
They didn't lock the door - didn't had any reason to, at first. Anyone could walk in. It wouldn't be a first, but fuck, the idea of getting caught never gets any less humiliating. And arousing.
Ifrit strains to suck in a deep breath, Alpha's arm still weighting on his throat. He wonders if the slightly dizzy sensation is because of the lack of oxygene or the way all his blood rushed to his cock.
"Yes, here. Come on," Alpha coos, "be a good boy and touch yourself. Must hurt, mmh ? Don't you want to feel good baby ?"
Alpha is right, it does hurt and oh, that tone- Ifrit would do anything for him if he just kept talking to him with that tone.
Ifrit's hand shakes when he reaches for his cock, palming it through his short. He's been hard for so long, dick straining against the fabric and leaving a wet stain, that even such a light touch has his whole body jolting, which only makes the choking worse, which only makes him harder. Fuck.
"Sensitive," Alpha chuckles, "come on, take it out, let me see it."
With a whine, Ifrit fishes his cock out, giving it a good stroke that makes his eyes roll back.
"There it is. Already soaking, uh ?"
Alpha is lazily rolling his hips, apparently more invested in watching Ifrit touching himself, obscene wet noises making his ears twitch. Ifrit gasps at one particular good stroke, whimpering pitifully when he finds he can't fuck into his tight fist, with how Alpha is still keeping him still.
"Sh, sh, don't pout now," the older fire ghoul huffs, "focus on the head, mmh ?"
Ifrit does, and it's so much, with how worked up he already is, he nearly puts his hand away, but Alpha tuts in his ear with that admonishing lilt to it that burrows itself under Ifrit's skin and forces him to keep torturing himself.
"Attaboy, keep going, come on."
At least Alpha's voice is breathier now, chin hooked over Ifrit's shoulder to really see his struggle.
"Ah- fuck, Alpha, too much-"
Fangs scrape against Ifrit's neck, but what really makes his rythm falter is the tail sneaking between his legs, brushing his balls.
"Alright, slow down, let's make it easy for you, mmh ?"
It's a short-lived relief, because then Ifrit can feel Alpha smilling against the side of his head.
"Use your other hand and play with you tits for me."
Ifrit's pretty sure he blacks out for a second.
Make it easy for you, Alpha said. Right, and Ifrit's the Queen of England.
He knows damn well Alpha revells in the way Ifrit's trying to writhe - to no avail. But Ifrit doesn't have the strenght to fight him, so he obediantly gropes his own chest, whinning all the way through.
And then it gets worse.
"You'll come for me like this, pretty boy, and then i'll see if I can pull those filmsy excuses for shorts to the side and fuck you like this," Alpha growls in his ear.
Ifrit let out a sob.
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archangeldyke-all · 3 months ago
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hiii angel, can we get more of divorced sev and reader?? the one you just posted was sooo good
hehehehehe
men and minors dni
it's girls' night.
it's been a tradition for you and sevika since you started dating-- the first time-- about once a month you'd have violet and powder over for a sleepover to give the girls a break from their brothers and dads.
the girls are much older now- but that doesn't stop them from coming over to spend time with you and their aunt sev and their god sister.
which is how you find yourself here-- trying to hold in your laughs as little fucker adds even more blush to caitlyn's cheeks in the middle of your game of dress up.
caitlyn's glaring at violet-- who is not holding her laughter in as well as you are, and jinx is happily braiding little fucker's hair as she switches over to eyeshadow.
sevika's cuddled up against your side in the giant pillow fort you've built, the tiara she's wearing poking you in the neck-- but you're too happy to make her move.
"what's your favorite color, cupcake?" little fucker asks caitlyn as she examines her eyeshadow pallet.
vi cackles at the way her god sister's adopted her nickname, and caitlyn shoots her an icy glare before smiling sweetly at little fucker.
"blue." she says. your daughter smiles and starts dabbing up blue pigment on her brush.
"she wants to be me so bad." jinx mumbles under her breath. sevika snorts and nudges jinx with her foot.
"be nice." she laughs.
"i was born before you jinx, if anybody's a copy cat it's you." caitlyn says primly, closing her eyes as little fucker starts gently dabbing her eyelids.
"nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh nyeh blah blah blah." jinx imitates, tying off little fucker's braid.
sevika's cackling by now, and violet's buyring her head against your arm. "it never ends with these two." she groans. you snort.
"c'mon, it's cute. it's how they show they love each other." you tease.
this makes violet, cait, and jinx sqawk in protest, and little fucker huffs and stomps her foot.
"stop fighting!" she demands. all the teenagers shut up, sinking back into their cushions at the little girl's words. you watch proudly as your little girl bosses around her guests. "vi-vi, can you pretty please make us more popcorn?" she asks. violet snorts and rolls her eyes, but she starts crawling out of the fort regardless, muttering something under her breath about little fucker being too cute for her own good. "thank you! jinxie, my mommy still needs her braids!"
"i'm not letting jinx get her hands anywhere near my head."
"mommy!" little fucker huffs. "be nice!"
sevika sighs and relents, and jinx cackles as she crawls over to annoy her aunt.
"cupcake, come with me." she demands as she starts crawling out of the fort. "i wanna see if we have any pretty blue jewlery for you!" she exclaims.
you chuckle. "oh, check the jewelry box by my sock bin, babe!" you call after your daughter, peeking your head out of the fort. "you know the one where mommy keeps all her bracelets?" you ask. little fucker nods. "i think i put some of your play jewelry in it when we were packing for the move."
"thanks mommy!" little fucker exclaims as she pitter patters off to the bedroom, caitlyn trailing behind her.
violet returns with popcorn a few seconds later, smiling at you and sevika as she crawls in the fort.
"this place is beautiful." she says. you smile. it's the first girls night in your new house, and you can't stop thinking that it's the first of many girls' nights to come in this place.
girls nights with sevika right by your side.
sevika must be feeling the same sort of sappy excitement, because she smacks jinx's hands away from her hair for just a second to kiss you.
"ugh, keep it in your pants." jinx groans before tugging the ends of sevika's hair.
"we're back!" your daughter squeals as she comes crawling back into the fort. caitlyn follows her, sevika's jewelry box shoved under her arm. you giggle.
"you made cait carry that heavy thing down here?" you ask. your daughter shrugs.
"it's all tangled! and there's so much shiny stuff, i wan' everyone to be pretty!" she giggles. as she flips open the lid.
it's only then that you remember why you were in sevika's jewelry box a few weeks ago in the first place.
it's because you were checking on the ring box you'd hidden under a pile of old wrist cuffs and chokers sevika hasn't touched in years.
you're frozen in place, watching in horror as your daughter starts to dig around in the mixture of sevika's, your own, and her jewelry.
"what's this?" she asks.
you know what she's pulling out of the box before she even finishes the question, and you lean forward, groaning and laughing.
"what?" little fucker asks. caitlyn's the next person to understand, her eyes flicking between you and your daughter, before they flash in understanding. she elbows violet, and the jolt seems to connect the dots for her.
it's just little fucker, jinx, and sevika who are confused now.
"what is it?" little fucker asks caitlyn.
"i-- uh..." cait's blinking rapidly, and you sigh and reach forward to grab the box out of your daughter's hands, taking pity on the teenager.
"you know what the word 'engagement' means?" you ask your daughter.
beside you, sevika and jinx both gasp. violet and cait burst into excited giggles. little fucker blinks and scratches her head.
"like... being engaged?" your baby asks.
jinx is pounding on sevika's shoulders in excitement, and for once in her life sevika's not annoyed by it.
"yeah, like being engaged. so... when you wanna be engaged to someone you buy them an engagement ring..." you whisper, flipping the box open to show your daughter.
she gasps, looking up at you with big eyes. "this is for mommy?" she whispers.
you giggle and nod, and beside you, sevika chokes on a sob, reaching out to clutch your arm.
violet's crying against caitlyn's shoulder as your daughter turns the little box around in her hands and showing it to sevika. "mommy look!" she squeals. "mama wants to marry you too!"
you giggle, and sevika grins.
the next thing you know, your wife is launching out of her seated position, her wide arms scooping you, little fucker, and all of the girls into a big hug as she tackles you to the ground.
you're a pile of limbs and laughter-- the fort collapses around you, and when you finally manage to fight your way out of the cushions and bodies and blankets, you find sevika, grinning down at you.
"well?" you ask. "wanna give it one more shot?"
"yes." sevika sobs.
you grin, and pull her in for a kiss.
beside you, all four girls burst into squeals of varying pitches.
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danikamariewrites · 10 months ago
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I absolutely adore and love your housewife Feysand series, it’s so good rishshdkdbdkck
I propose an idea, even though reader is usually always at home/Velaris, what if they got kidnapped??? And reader gets injured and Feysand go INSANE trying to find them and it’s just angsty hehehehehe BONUS POINTS if it’s just fluff and overprotective central once they rescue and find reader
Gone Girl
Feysand x reader
A/n: thank you anon! I love this little series and I’m so glad others are enjoying it
Warnings: angst, kidnapping, injuries, eventual fluff
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As Feyre walked home, hand in hand with Nyx, she couldn’t help but go over today’s events. She hadn’t seen you since this morning. Which isn’t unusual but occasionally you’d pop in to say to her and Rhys while they worked.
Maybe your brunch with Mor had run longer than you thought it would? But you would’ve let them know you weren’t going to pick Nyx up from school. You always pick Nyx up from school.
As the pair entered the house Feyre saw Mor pacing in the living room. Worry on her face as she bit at her perfect nails.
Feyre crouched down in front of Nyx, giving the sweet boy a small smile. “Uncle Cass is in the kitchen, go ask him to help you with your after school snack.” The boy nodded excitedly, his floppy black hair swishing with his movements. “Ok mommy.” He gave Feyre a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to get the most unhealthy snack his uncle could find him.
Making her way over to Mor, Feyre tilted her head curiously. She took Mor’s hands before asking, “What is it?” “Y/n didn’t come to brunch. I haven’t seen her all day.” Feyre’s heart sank into her stomach. A moment later Azriel came bursting through the front door like a mad man. His shadows frantic as he yelled for his brother. “Rhys! Rhys we have a problem!”
Before Azriel could make his way up the stairs Feyre winnowed in front of him. Her hands pushed against his chest as the sapphire siphons flared, the only annoyance he showed at being bared from Rhys. When he realized Feyre was in front of Azriel pulled his High Lady up the stairs to the High Lords office.
Rhys jumped up from his chair as Azriel slammed the door. His still panicked demeanor scaring the pair. “Azriel what’s going on?” Feyre asked desperately. The spymaster got right to the point. “Y/n has been taken. A rival camp to Windhaven has reported rogue members, they think the group of males took her. A few of my spies noticed them in the city not well disguised.”
Feyre let out a cry, covering her mouth. Silver lined her eyes as Rhys held her up. He pressed his face to her head giving her a small, reassuring kiss. Rhys took a deep breath. “Do you know where she is?” Rhys asked darkly. Azriel was sure everyone in the house could feel the dark power emanating from the High Lord. “I will soon.” Azriel quickly left before the moment could turn personal. Giving the couple space.
Hours later Azriel reported that the four males had taken you to an abandoned village at the edge of the mountains. It was the dead of winter, you must be freezing. That made Rhys and Feyre even angrier. You were raised in the Summer Court you can’t handle the cold of Illyria.
Rhys didn’t want this done quietly. He wanted to make his presence known. These moronic males took what was the High Lord and Lady’s and they would pay dearly for it.
Winnowing to the center of the abandoned village Rhys, Feyre, Az, Cass, and Mor stood back to back in a circle. Weapons raised, their eyes scanned the dilapidated homes. Wind and snow whipped around the group making in almost impossible to see their surroundings. Azriel sent his shadows out in all directions. Minutes later one returned swirling frantically as it relayed information to its master. He whistled and nodded in the direction the shadow came from.
Rhys and Feyre were the first to move. As they walked ahead the raging snow storm seemed to part for them. Like it was afraid of their wrath.
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The cabin was freezing. Your body was aching from shivering for hours on end. You try to pull at the ropes around your wrists but your arms were too weak to move. It felt like you were frozen in place.
The four males that had taken you from Velaris were huddled near the front door. Now that they weren’t looking you allowed yourself to wince at the pain rushing through your right cheek. One of the males had backhanded you so hard it left a large bruise and cut from just below your temple to your cheek.
You hadn’t said a single word to them when you came to. You just sat slightly slumped in the rickety chair they tied you to. You kept your face blank, not giving them the satisfaction of a reaction or screaming and pleading with them.
When you had first woken up you tried to reach out to Rhys and Feyre. They were too far so your connection to them was nonexistent. You had prayed to the Mother that your friends and family noticed you missing. Prayed that Mor thought it was weird you didn’t show up to brunch. And Nyx! Poor Nyx must’ve been so sad when you didn’t pick him up from school.
Tears started to blur your vision as you thought about your little boy. Would you ever see him again?
Before the sob building in your throat could leave your lips the sound of the front door splintering filled your ears. You ducked your head, hissing at how stiff your neck felt.
You didn’t have to look at who was beating your captors. You could feel their presence. You’d know them anywhere.
Screwing your eyes shut you waited for the chaos to be over. You heard snow and wood crunch under extra footsteps as the males are hauled away.
A warm hand caresses your unharmed cheek. “Y/n,” a small voice says tentatively. You slowly look up at your loves. The tears you were trying to hold back falling as you give them a tight lipped smile. “You came.” Your voice raspy from not being used. “Of course we did.” Rhys said, kneeling in front of you.
With a snap of his fingers you were free from the ropes. You slipped off the chair into Rhys’s embrace. He held your shivering body tight as Feyre winnowed the three of you back to the River House. Madja was waiting upstairs in the bedroom with an apprentice to check you over.
Once she was done you slept for hours. You were still trembling from the cold which Madja had informed them was normal. You should be fine by morning as long as the fire kept going. Feyre sat with you first while Rhys went to be with Nyx.
Nyx had begged his father to see you. The little boy didn’t understand why they brought you home in tears. He kept trying to sneak away from Rhys so he could see you. “I just want to cuddle with mom!” He had yelled and stomped when he was told no.
Rhys and Feyre had switched before Nyx’s bedtime. When Feyre came downstairs Nyx was sitting on the couch, a devious look on his face with his arms crossed. Feyre copied her son with a small chuckle as she faced him down. “I’m not going to bed until I see mom.”
She sat next to him with a sigh. “You’re not seeing mom tonight, baby.” Nyx let out a little hmph and leaned back. His little wings flaring behind him. By nine he was passed out and moved to his own bed.
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Blinking your eyes open the bright morning sun caught you off guard. You thought it was nighttime. You slowly sit up against the headboard rolling out your stiff joints. Looking around you see Feyre and Rhys asleep leaning on each other at the end of the bed.
You tug on the duvet hard enough to wake them and they jolt whipping their heads around. You cover your mouth to stifle your laugh. Their eyes snap to you and relief floods their faces. They scramble to sit on either side of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. “Sweetheart we were so worried.” “Are you ok? Do you need anything? Water, food, anything?” They continued their onslaught of questions until you pulled away from them.
“I’m fine. Maybe some breakfast and water. But I feel fine.” Rhys looked at you with an assessing gaze. “You’re sure?” You nod at him with a small smile. “I’ll get you some food.” Rhys gives you a kiss before leaving. You turn to look at Feyre.
She stares at you with watery eyes. Her finger gently traces around your cut. You could see the hurt in her eyes. She felt guilty for not getting to you sooner. You grabbed her hand kissing her fingers softly. “I love you, so much.” She whispered. “I love you too. Thank you, for coming to rescue me.” Feyre leaned her forehead against yours. “I’d burn down the world to find you.” Her warm lips pressed against yours in a soft kiss.
When Rhys came back Nyx was following him, holding back his excitement to see you. Before climbing on the bed he gave his father a look that asked for permission. As soon as Rhys nodded Nyx climbed up on the bed snuggling into your chest.
You felt Rhys caress your mental shields before letting him in. “Feyre meant it. We’d burn the world down if it meant you were safe in our arms.” “I know Rhys. And I love you both for it.” “You know you’re never leaving our sight again, right?” You mentally and physically roll your eyes at him. It was going to be a long time before you left the house without an escort soon.
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cameronsprincess · 4 months ago
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Topper omg 🤭💕 maybe topper stealing rafe’s date at midsummer. Top has always had a thing for her and Rafe knew that but he asked her out regardless and Top and Rafe’s date bang it out heheheheh 🤭💕🩷
kel, i love this too much bc yes top, take his date king 😏 also, FIRST TOPPER FIC AHHHH. this will be in topper’s pov🙂‍↕️
CW: topper steals rafe’s date, heated kissing, fingering, public sex, unprotected sex, strong language.
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He knew I liked her, yet, he still decided to ask her to midsummers. I honestly don’t know why I expected anything less from Rafe, he was always getting first pick of the girls, always taking whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted.. It was just a fact of life, and our other best friend, Kelce, has told me multiple times already to “just get over it” but I can’t do that.
That’s how we ended up here, in the men’s locker room, her lips on mine while my hands explore the length of her perfect body.
“Rafe’s gonna kill me.” She whispers between kisses, her hands gripping tightly at my white dress shirt.
I run my hands down her sides, finding her ass and squeezing at it harshly.
“Don’t think about him, he’s the one who ditched you to talk to Bethany, right? You’re just… Returning the favor.”
Her lips crash into mine again and I slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and vodka. I’m addicted to her.
My hands rub at the fatty flesh of her ass through her dress, pulling the sweetest moan from her. God, she sounds like an angel when she moans, and my cock is so hard, I need to fuck her now, before I embarrassingly cum from just kissing her.
I break the kiss, shoving her back against the lockers. “You wanna do this or what?”
She eyes me warily for a moment, and I think she’s going to say no, tell me that she needs to get back to Rafe.
But she doesn’t.
She slowly pulls the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders, letting her arms fall free. Pink, silk material covers her breasts, and the rest of her body and my fingers itch to rip the dress from her body, but I refrain. She has to go finish the night with Rafe after all.
She turns slowly, allowing me access to her back and I slowly work the zipper down until the silky dress fall down her body and pools at her feet.
I’m met by her bare breasts and white, lacey panties. She looks like a fucking dream and I never want to wake up. She’s mine after tonight, fuck Rafe, he can finish the night with her, but after that, I am claiming her. Everyone will know she’s mine.
I watch as she slowly picks her heeled feet up, stepping out of the dress and kicking it to the side. She rests the palms of her hands on my chest, running them up and down slowly, her gorgeous eyes never leaving mine as she makes her way down to work my belt.
Once my belt is off and on the floor she pops the button of my black dress slacks and works the zipper down, her hands shoving the slacks and my boxers down my legs. My hard cock springs free, slapping at my stomach and already leaking precum for her.
I grip the backs of her arms, turning her to face me once more and my lips find hers again. I could kiss her forever, but we unfortunately don’t have the luxury of time on our side right now. I have to make this quick before Rafe — or anyone else for that matter — stumbles in here and finds us. I wouldn’t care if we got caught, but the idea of anyone else seeing her naked makes my blood boil. She’s mine.
We kiss fervently, a mess of teeth and tongues clashing together as I rip her white lacey panties from her body. She yelps at the aggression in my actions, and I swallow the sweet noise. I slowly trail my fingers down her sides, running them along the length of her stomach, hips and pussy before my fingers find her sopping wet slit. God, she’s so fucking wet, I can’t wait to feel her wet warmth squeezing my cock.
I slowly run my fingers through the slick, gathering her arousal on my fingers before running them up to her swollen clit. I apply firm pressure to the sensitive bud, rubbing slow, lazy circles around it while my mouth continues to dominate hers.
Sweet moans slip past her lips when I slip two fingers inside her, pushing them in and out with a quick pace. My thumb continues to rub at her clit while my middle and forefingers fuck into her tight cunt, her knees begin to buckle, and I know she’s close when I feel her clenching around my fingers tightly.
I slip my fingers from inside her, making her whine in frustration. “Shhh, don’t worry, doll. ‘M gonna take care of you. Want you to cum on my cock, okay?”
My fingers dip back down to her wet entrance, gathering her arousal on them again before I pull away and grip my cock, coating my cock with her sweet juices.
I pump myself once. Twice. Three times before I push her body forward, her palms landing on the bench in front of her, keeping her upright while her ass and pussy are out on full display for me. I bite my bottom lip, teasing her entrance with the head of my dick before I slowly push inside of her.
Moans of pleasure fall from her as I push myself in inch by inch, filling her completely. Her pussy sucks me in, swallowing my dick whole and clenching around it, pulling my own groans of pleasure from me.
“God, you feel so fucking good sweetheart. Your pussy was made for my cock. Say it. Say you’re mine.”
She whimpers as I slowly pull back, ramming myself back inside seconds later.
“Ffffuck! I-I’m yours, Top! All yours.”
I smile to myself. Fuck yeah you’re mine.
My hands find home on her hips, holding onto her tightly as I begin brutally pounding myself inside her. I use my grip on her hips to pull her back, her ass meeting each of my thrusts. I continue my brutal pace, not wanting this to ever end but knowing people will start looking for us soon.
“Fuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum. Then you’re gonna go dance with Rafe, act like everything’s fine, when in reality you’re pussy has my cum leaking out of it.”
A loud whine escapes her when the head of my dick hits her sweet spot, her pussy tightens, squeezing my dick and making my eyes roll back.
“Go on, make a mess on my cock baby. Let me have it, show me you’re all mine.”
Her pussy tightens once more, a guttural whine falling past her lips as her pussy clenches my cock over and over again. Her legs buckle, body shaking as she comes undone around me.
I push myself into her two more times, my thrusts sloppy and my dick swelling before I explode, painting her insides white. I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as I fill her with my cum.
I let her calm down before I slip my softening cock from inside her. I quickly pull my boxers up, tucking myself inside them before working on my slacks and belt. Once finished, I help her get redressed minus her panties. I ripped them off her body and I’m keeping them.
She slowly turns to face me, her face flushed and hair slightly knotted, but she looks okay enough to join Rafe again.
“I’m sorry I came with Rafe.. I just… I didn’t know you felt for me the way you do.”
I smile softly. It’s not her fault, I never told her how I felt. Rafe on the other hand… He knew. But it’s fine, after tonight. She’s mine.
“S’all good. I never said anything, that’s my fault,” I pause, smoothing her hair down with my hand. “But, Y/N… After tonight.. You’re mine. I don’t wanna see you with anyone else.. I can’t.”
She smiles, lifting herself up on her toes to leave a soft kiss on my lips.
“Don’t worry, Top. I’m yours.”
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melancholiaincarnate · 5 months ago
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hell-bent
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warnings: brief descriptions of pain and injuries
note: helloo :3 this is another little ficlet to this fic . im going to make a series masterlist - eventually - but i cannot be bothered to do so right now. anyways - if u wanna see more of them lmk or send in requests hehehehehe
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"oh she is the cutest!" feyre swoons, her arms extending towards the child that's hiding behind temperance.
"say hi, piper." you look down and behind your legs to where the girl is clutching onto your pant thighs. though she's got a small fear in her eyes, she still peeks out slightly, taking in the view of your family. five very intense pairs of eyes stare back at her. "it's okay, pip." you whisper, "they're my family."
"hello everyone." she says softly, her voice no higher than the squeak of a small kitchen mouse. "where's azzy?" she questions, looking up and big eyes stare at you.
rhys looks at feyre, a knowing smirk playing upon his face, and a matching one on hers. they've both got that look in their eyes that they get when they're communicating through the bond - you roll your eyes knowing that they're never going to let azriel live down the nickname.
"he'll be here soon. he's just a little busy right now." you smooth down her hair with a gentle hand and she frowns, stepping behind you more as cassian approaches, a grin on his features.
"since when do you have a kid?" he questions, crouching down to eye level with piper. he cranes his neck to attempt to see her but she tucks herself behind you even more. "ooh! lemme guess the father. lemme guess - it's az, isn't it! i always knew you two were fucking."
"she's not mine. and watch your mouth." you huff, kicking cassian lightly and he topples over. "remember the mission rhys sent me on?" cassian nods from his spot on the floor. "i found her." you wince at your choice of words - you definitely could've phrased that better. piper seems to be unaffected by your words, instead choosing to let her shadows sniff out cassian.
"what do you mean you found her? you can't just take people's kids, dude. that's super illegal." cassian scoffs, "how do you 'find' a kid and just take her? rhys, that has to be illegal-" he sits up, but his eyes furrow as he sees little tendrils of black whirling around his arms. "isn't that-"
"there's another shadowsinger in velaris." rhys muses from his spot at the table. "we thought it best for her to come here and train here with our shadowsinger."
"so you just.. took her?" cassian looks bewildered, "dude.. this high lord shit has to have some rules to it. you can't just take kids!" he stands up, stretching, before peeking around your legs to see pip staring back at him. "hi." he grins, "i'm cassian." then, he bends down to whisper, "i'm kind of the coolest one here. everyone else here sucks."
"pip, don't listen to him. he's a moron." you sigh and hear little giggles from behind you, whispers of shadows trailing up your arms. there was one shadow though, that stayed nestled in your neck. it didn't belong to the girl, no, it was one of azriel's shadows that had seemed to take a strong liking to you and preferred you over its master.
"you're very silly mr. cassian." she comments, peeking out a little more. you're grateful for cassian's resolve and the things he's seen - you don't know what you'd do if he made piper feel any worse about her current condition. you don't know what azriel would do if he found out that someone dared look at piper with disgust.
piper steps out and the inner circle holds their breaths. her left eye has a deep scratch on it that stretches from her eyebrow to right underneath her eye. it seems to be healing well, but it settles painfully in everyone's gut to see such a large scar on a pure face.
the rest of her face is filled with smaller scratches. thankfully ones that won't scar. no one's seen it yet - but if piper turned around there would be a missing pair of wings on her back.
no one comments. based on the way cassian and rhys look - they're ready to kill whoever did this to this girl, and they'd only known her for less than an hour. even nesta, normally cold-faced, looks full of anger.
piper pulls on your pant leg and points to the table. you hold her hand and her limping does not go unnoticed by your family. she's relearning to walk without the weight of her wings - and feyre's eyes widen once she realizes.
piper's movements are stiff and the table is silent. for the first time in years, the entire house is silent.
conversation starts up as you help pile food onto piper's plate. despite her condition, her eyes still sparkle with glee. as soon as she puts her first spoon in her mouth, the door to the dining room opens and piper turns quickly,.
"azzy!" everyone is blown back by how loud her shriek is. they're even more surprised at how fast she manages to sprint across the dining room and into azriel's arms, despite her condition. "you came back!"
he picks her up, balancing her on one hip with ease. "told ya i would, pip." his voice is soft as he pats the top of her head. their shadows intertwine and zip around the two of them, as if they were doing their own catching up. "did you do your training today?"
"i did!" her movements have caught up to her and she leans against his legs for support, her breathing becoming labored. he notices, and shadows come to swirl around her legs, ready to catch her if she falls. "i walked all the way down the stairs today! by myself!"
the inner circle watches in awe as the shy little girl they'd just seen exploded into personality at the sight of the quiet and stoic spymaster. rhys smiles to himself - he knew that bringing the girl here was a good idea.
"that's great progress, pip." azriel's voice is laced with exhaustion. his eyes finally catch yours - but only because he felt the pool of your emotions in his chest. he nods softly at you, once to tell you he's okay, and he watches your shoulders relax. "tomorrow we're going to go to the healer's again. she wants to -" azriel glances at the inner court, "she wants to check up on you."
"okay." she smiles, "maybe we can walk there! and i can do it by myself this time!"
"i think you can do it, pip." azriel hums, "how about we go eat? i'm starving." he looks up at you, and smiles again, "and then we can go back to your room and finish that puzzle." "yes!" piper nods quickly, "yes, please!" she holds onto azriel's hand for support, and doesn't flinch when her hands touch his marred ones.
azriel sits between you and piper, his eyes watching every single person at the table as they interact with the girl. they may be his family, but if one person - even his own brothers, made a wrong move, he'd flip the table over. his protection for the girl ran deep - so much so that it worries him.
his shadows whisper that it's alright - his protection is justified. they whisper he'll never have to act to protect her, they'll do it for him. and they whisper that if he does have to act, it'll be justified. they whisper to him that the carnage he'd bring for this girl is justified.
so azriel lets his worries go. they're right.
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ask-sister-solaris · 6 months ago
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can i request Egon Spengler x reader where reader is a scientist and has a ghost in their lab? Reader talks very technical (similar to Egon) and maybe the other ghostbusters struggle to understand what they are talking about, but reader ends up correcting Egon on something and he’s just smitten? (i have a head-cannon that Egon loves it when he’s challenged scientifically)
Hehehehehe YES
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“What. Just. Happened-“
Egon x scientist!reader
Warnings: eh it gets a bit…suggestive.
A silent groan escaped your lips as you looked up. The phantasm was still persisting with its tricks. You picked up the phone and dialed the Ghostbusters number, answering the receptionists questions. When assured you they were on their way, you put the phone down and took a few samples of the sticky residue that dripped from your book shelf. Maybe this could be useful.
You set the sample in a safe place and straightened your jacket out. Being a Doctor of Parapsychology and Science you knew this was atleast a class 4. You picked up your copy of Tobins Spirit Guide and began looking through, though it seemed the phantasm wasn’t in said Guide. You hummed as a knock on the door grabbed your attention. You opened the door and there they were, The Ghostbusters. You stepped aside to let them in and rolled your eyes at Peter Venkmans poor poor attempt at flirting. You brushed him off and turned to Ray Stantz. You’d seen his work before “The phantasm isn’t in Tobins, I checked. It seems to be a class 4. It has all the traits of a class 4, slightly more aggressive bordering on a class 5”
Ray and Peter looked at eachother with raised eyebrows then back at you. You’d turned your back to them, looking for something in a drawer. You pulled out a Geiger counter and ran if I’ve the slime as Egon Spengler was going over your office with a PKE meter. You hummed and took a mental note of the readings on the Geiger counter. Ray cleared his throat “have you seen the phantasm miss? Could you describe it?” You hummed and looked at him “I have seen it, a large, red mass of ectoplasm and anger. It has no facial features as far i saw, it had no legs but shoe stubby arms and it squealed like a pig” you out the counter down and looked at Egon who was currently scanning you.
“She’s right Ray, if the readings on the PKE are anything to go by, it’s definitely a boarding on being a level 5 phantasm, a nasty one at that” Egon looked at Ray then the others. Peter looked at them confused “Egon…for one moment pretend that I don’t know anything about parapsychology and dumb it down for me?” You rose a brow and snapped Tobins spirit guide shut making all four of them jump. “Well Dr Venkman, as you are so clueless, let me enlightened you. The big red blob is causing havoc in my office. It is disrupting my work and research, now I am a fellow doctor of Parapsychology and Science. So I’m sure you can share the sentiment of hating being disturbed!”
Peter flinched and looked at Winston and Ray before shrugging “we can’t guarantee that your office will still be in one piece when we have caught said phantasm” Ray told you and you rolled your eyes “okay” you grabbed your research and Tobins, leaving the room. A few hours later the boys walked out holding a smoking trap .
“You were right. A level 4 bordering on 5” Egon nodded at you and you didn’t even look up “I know. Is that it? How much did you destroy?” Egon looked at Ray and rolled his eyes “luckily your office is unscathed your coworkers offices however…not so much” you stood up and snapped your book shut. “How much do you want? And make it quick I have research to be doing” Egon looked at Peter and he gave his signature poor flirty smile. “How does 4,000 sound hm?” You pulled out your cheque book and wrote it for 4000 before ripping it out and giving it to Egon. “I was wondering if you would like to work together, you said you’re a Dr of Parapsychology. The ectoplasm is seemingly negatively charged so I would like to run some tests”
You rose a brow and looked at him “Well it’s actually neutral until exposed to outside elements such as my anger toward Dr Venkman and I’m going to suppose Dr Venkmans annoyance at his poor flirting tactics” the room went silent and Egon pushed his glasses up gently. He looked down hiding his bright red face, god you were perfect.
Winston looked between you, Egon and the other two and rose a brow “What. Just. Happened-“
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actuallysaiyan · 5 days ago
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I would like Aizawa as a werewolf with the prompt: “Careful, little mate. You're tempting me right now and I could easily fall into a rut.”
Hehehehehe thanks! I love you! <3
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warnings: mentions of drinking, werewolf AU, kissing, biting, oral sex(Fem receiving) pairings: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader
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Nobody bats an eye at Shouta’s scruffiness. It’s just the way he looks. He’s always tired, and everyone accepts that. But maybe they don’t notice the little signs pointing to something else like you do. You can tell when he’s lying through his teeth.
Still you try to keep it all to yourself. Who would believe you if you told them that Aizawa sensei is a werewolf? Everyone would think you’re some sort of lunatic really. But still, you can see it. All signs point to that, even if you doubt yourself sometimes.
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Then you start to realize something else is happening. Aizawa keeps you closer than before. He’s got his eye on you. You see him smiling a little more when you’re around. He holds himself differently when he looks at you. And he’s definitely keeping a closer eye on you these days.
Despite being teased by Nemuri and Hizashi, you know that maybe it’s just Aizawa trying to be friendly. Maybe the ice had finally been broken between you two. You considered maybe that’s all it was. But deep down, there must be something else going on. There had to be something else going on.
You go out one night with your colleagues. Shouta stays close to you, keeping one hand on you the entire time. You’re not too surprised to find that he keeps all these creeps away. You have a really good time with everyone, and at the end of the night, Aizawa walks you home. You’re really happy that the night went so well.
Once you’re home, you invite him inside. He’s a little reluctant to come in, but he does. You make some tea for the two of you in hopes that you’ll both be able to sober up. Aizawa walks around the sitting and main area, looking around and getting a good feel of what kind of person you are.
You set the tea down on the coffee table and Shouta sits next to you. This is when you get a closer look at him. He definitely has fangs. He definitely is scruffier than you expected. And those eyes…how they seem to shine. You lean in even closer and he smirks.
“You wantin’ a little kiss?” He taunts.
Before you can properly answer, he leans in to kiss you. You eagerly kiss back, wanting to see where this will lead. His hands on your body make you melt. He smells so good too, such a comforting scent. Aizawa eagerly picks you up and brings you onto his lap. The kissing doesn’t stop, if anything it continues to deepen. His tongue tangles with yours as you begin to grind against him.
He sighs, “Careful, little mate. You’re tempting me right now and I could easily fall into a rut.”
Your eyes widen but then you smirk. “A rut huh?”
This is when you begin to grind against him even more. Shouta moans into your sloppy and hungry kisses. Soon he loses his cool and pins you down onto your couch. Loud ripping sounds can be heard as he undresses you violently. You’re definitely making him fall into a rut. 
Fangs glide against your skin before he bites into your neck. Then he moves lower until he can push your legs up to your chest. You let out a loud cry of his name as his tongue presses against your folds. Shouta laps at you fervently, leaving you shaking.
“You should have heeded my warning. Now I’ll be in a rut and only you can help me with this.”
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phyrestartr · 1 year ago
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The Intern [2] | Miguel O'hara x M!Reader
#NSFW, Age Gap (mid 20s and mid 30s), reader's a homewrecker, Miguel's a cheater, mentions of toxic marriage, male!reader, bussy loading, porn with feelings, Miguel's a bit of a dickhead, top Miguel (for now), bottom reader (for now), blowjob, reader gets lectured and likes it, reader has daddy issues
Note: heheheheh
-- The Intern --
[ How it Started: 1/2 ] [2/2]
Miguel had to admit, he was surprised–he didn’t expect you to carry on like nothing happened.
Most people he’d fucked around with in the past, be it in school or during his tenacious dating life, would stomp their feet and quit whatever club, sport, or job they’d joined just to get close to Miguel, just to get a shot with him. He couldn’t blame them. He saw himself as a pretty good-looking guy, a smart man, one that took care of himself and could turn on the charm without even trying; he got what he wanted more often than not, and that included the people who threw themselves at him. He always wondered why they thought they’d somehow cement themselves into his life after just one night. 
But then there was you. You, who still sat with Gabi when you had the time. You, who still helped her with her homework, who still listened to her long-winded rants about whatever movie she obsessed over that week, who still got the shy little thing to talk and smile and laugh. It made something weird and thick weigh down Miguel’s chest, like molasses found a way to suffocate him from the outside. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be fucked and forgotten like the rest. 
And he found you there, still, on a day where Gabi was busy with a playdate at the Parker’s household. Maybe this was the best chance he’d get to talk to you again. 
“Alone, huh?” Miguel asked before sitting across from you, a cup of coffee warming his hands. “Kinda sad.”
You sighed and looked out the window, filled to the brim with drama. “You’re tellin’ me. I got abandoned by a kid. This is worse than bein’ stood up, let me tell ya.” 
Yikes. Was what Miguel did the same as standing you up? He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to think about it too much. 
"Right, right." Miguel cleared his throat and leaned in a little. "About the other night–" 
"What?" You asked, looking a little too dumb for your internship spot suddenly. 
"Halloween." Miguel looked at you meaningfully and your lips pursed slowly, just like the day he first saw you. Miguel gave a tight-lipped smile. 
You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms. "I, uh, dunno if this is the right place to talk about that. Dunno if there is a right place to talk about that, if 'm bein' honest." 
"Let's talk in my office," Miguel said, not offering room for argument or questions as he stood and started walking. 
"Wh–now?" 
"Yes, now." 
Well, you were supposed to be talking, not blowing him under the desk. Thank god the department heads got their own private spaces. 
One of Miguel's big hands fisted in your hair, holding back your soft locks so he could get a good look at your face as it twisted in concentration. You took him too easily for how big he was, each languid dip of your head welcoming him down your tight, hot throat until–until–
"Mierda–" Miguel pushed your head down to his base, forcing your nose flush up against his well-trimmed hair and blushing skin. You groaned and gagged as he bucked into your mouth and unloaded thick, sticky strands of cum down your throat. You swallowed around him, doing your best to take it all down. 
A harsh bite from you had Miguel letting go and leaning back in his seat. He panted and rubbed his face, but his eyes snapped back to you as you took your time getting off of him. He expected you to pull off and make a mess while you snapped and scolded him, but you went slowly, not rushing. 
Your tongue worked him through the aftershocks, rubbing under his length and thoughtfully tracing the thick veins and sensitive muscle still pulsing from your pampering. Miguel's fingers carded through your hair again as he watched you work; your hand slipped up and gripped his base once enough was out of your mouth to hold. You ran your tongue around him once, twice, thrice, before sucking on that thick, darkened head for much longer than necessary. Maybe you just wanted to be thorough. Maybe you just couldn't get enough of him. 
"Gonna get me worked up again, 'f you keep doing shit like that," Miguel warned, something of an excited laugh fluttering through this soft panting. 
You took a second to swallow (Oh, God, you were torturing him) before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Do you want me to get you all worked up again, Doc?" 
That pesky hand around his shaft tightened before stroking him firmly and fully. Miguel sighed and melted into his chair. He could probably let you pamper him for hours, if his sex drive were to be trusted. Maybe he could–
"Kidding," you said with a mean wink. You kissed the tip of his cock before letting go and parking your ass on his desk. "So. About Halloween?" 
Miguel blinked away the whiplash and scrambled to tuck himself away. "I, uh–yeah. Halloween." He nodded to himself in thought, definitely remembering what he wanted to discuss. 
You stared at him, so expectant, before leaning in and resting your elbows on your knees. "N'awe, did I suck the brain cells right outta your pretty head, Doc?" You fake pouted, and Miguel scowled. 
And he blushed. Just a little. "I just–I was just–y'know what? Maybe you deserved it."
"Pft. I deserved what?" You asked, leaning back onto your palms then. “Bein’ hit then quit?” 
Miguel frowned. His brows drew together and his jaw set uncomfortably while he looked away. It seemed to make you a little uncomfortable by the way you moved to reach toward him before deciding against it. Your hand combed through your hair instead and you sighed, surrendering. 
“Look, I–if I seriously expected the royal treatment from a guy totin’ a wedding band on his pretty lil’ finger, I’d be a shockin’ moron, alright?" You sighed and rubbed your face with both hands. "I mean--it's just s'pposed to be sex, man. Sex ain't complicated like that." 
Miguel narrowed his eyes at you. "I’m–what are you–sex is complicated." His palms landed on your thighs as he leaned in. “You don’t actually think–”
"Sex is busting and moving on with life,” You interrupted sharply. You grew tense for a moment, but forced a relaxed laugh. “I'm kinda surprised you didn't get me fired, if I'm being real."  
The realization hit Miguel fast and hard, knocking the goddamn wind out of his stupid lungs--you were the type of guy left in the dust, the sort that shit heads like Miguel hit and quit, fucked and forgot. The sorry dregs of an exciting sex life filled with names he didn't care about and some he couldn't bother to remember. But Miguel knew your name. But did that even matter to you?
"But, uh…I should get goin', so. Yeah. Good talk." You made your move to shuffle off the desk, but Miguel's hands on your thighs didn't budge. "Oy, I gotta go, old man. You hard of hearing already? Should I call the nursing home or–" 
"Santa Muerte, do you ever stop talking?" Miguel sighed and shook his head. "I haven't said my piece yet, kid." 
You pursed your lips, probably holding back some cursed joke about giving him a blowie, and nodded. "Okay. Say your piece." 
"I will. And you're gonna shut up while I talk, got it?" 
"Got it." 
"Good." Miguel took a deep breath to calm the storm in his chest. "First of all, you've got the wrong idea about sex. It matters. Even if you're just sleeping around, it's because you're looking for that connection. It's a good thing. A beautiful thing. So, I don't want to hear you say all this shit about sex not mattering. Especially when you're talking about sex with me." He looked you up and down, and the fond feeling curled up his chest stretched and lazed like a cat sunbathing. "Got it?" 
You nodded, a vibrant dusting of red saturating your skin. That doe-eyed look was back on your face, just like the first time you'd hooked up with him in his office. He really did adore it. He maybe kinda adored you. 
"Good." He fidgeted with your slacks, pulling on the crisp material with busy fingers as he thought about sentence structure and syntax and connotation and–and– 
Just say it, Miguel. "I shouldn't have left you on Halloween." 
You laughed shyly. "I--what?" He watched you rub your cheek like you were trying to rid yourself of the scarlet blush staining your skin. Miguel had to admit, your reactions were doing wonders for his ego. 
"I said," He started, leaning in a little, lowering his voice. "I shouldn't have left you on Halloween." After a pause, a beat to get you to say something, he continued, "I'm sorry, alright? It's not happening again." 
Another laugh (more like a giggle) bubbled out of you, just as nervous and shy as the last. Your hands fussed with your hair and your tie, your lab coat and your cuffs, until your nerves calmed a bit, the slow circles rubbed into your thighs helping to ease you down from hysteria. It was embarrassing. You were embarrassed. But you were happy.
"Y-yeah, alright. Cool. Neat." You coughed. "Awesome. Uh, I just–you–I have to–" and you leaned down, almost tumbling off the desk, and kissed him. 
Miguel hummed deep in his chest–a heartfelt welcome to your needs and wants. His chair shifted slightly as you haphazardly slipped off the desk and into his lap, expertly never breaking the kiss, and getting comfortable; your arms looped around his shoulders, your hands fisted and carded through his hair, your thighs rested on either side of his slim waist. 
“You’re shockin’ hot when you’re bein’ nice t’ me,” you mumbled against his lips, maybe a bit into his mouth. “But in that, y’know, authoritative dad kinda way.” Your breath stuttered when a mischievous hand slipped into your slacks and cupped your toned ass with a firm squeeze. 
Miguel smirked. “Daddy issues, huh?” Your small scoff and the firm tug of his hair answered him. His smirk warped into a grin. “Want me to scold you more, huh? You get off on that?” 
“You keep talkin’ shit and I’m calling you papi in public, dickhead,” you mumbled as you fumbled with the zipper of his pants. You paused though, and looked up in thought. “But you could help me with my taxes. That’d be really sexy of you.” 
Miguel blinked stupidly for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head. “Why am I not surprised you’re shit at taxes?” God, you were cute. 
“Hey, hey, I’m not shit at them, I just hate them.” You shrugged before very casually slipping his hard-on out of his pants and giving it a few preparatory strokes. “Could use some tips.”
“Or an accountant,” Miguel offered. It was your turn to blink dumbly. “You think I handle my own money? I pay someone to do it.” 
“Huh. You’re seriously in a different tax bracket.” You squeaked when Miguel somehow managed to rip down your slacks down to your mid-thigh. “Hey–” 
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He helped the pants off of you while you half-stood to get the damn things off, letting them hang off one leg in your haste to get the party started. “And I’ll get my accountant to take care of your taxes.” 
That had you beaming. “I think we’re entering sugar daddy territory, Doc.” You grinned between the sweet kisses you dotted along his jawline. Miguel felt the barest scraping of teeth against his skin, and his cock swelled more. What he wouldn’t give to let you bite and marr him as you wanted. 
But he couldn’t, not with Dana’s skeptical eyes and Gabi’s naive glances watching him from every angle. 
“It’s our little secret,” Miguel whispered with a kiss left against your cheek. 
Your lips found his again, letting your  impish smile sear his skin with sanguine intent, like a contract signed with the devil. 
Miguel would do anything to keep extending that contract. 
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ju1cyfru1t · 1 year ago
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HIII CAN I ASK IF UR GONNA DO A PART 2 OF UR RECENT DONATELLO FIC?? IT WAS SO GOOD AND I'D LOVEEE A FLUFFY ENDING 🙏
I wish you would (Rise! Donnie x Reader) pt.2
Pt.1
Donnie apologizes to reader.
fluff!:), comfort???, gn reader, hehehehehe Donnie has a crush on reader, platonic or romantic
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I wish we could go back
And remember what we were fighting for
Wish you knew that
I miss you too much to be mad anymore
And I wish you were right here, right now
It's all good
I wish you would
“He did WHAT?!” April’s voice echoed off the walls of your bedroom in disbelief. You had called to tell her about you and Donnie’s fight. You just couldn’t understand why he was so mad at you when you just wanted to help him like he and his family would do for you. He even shouted at you. You knew it was late, and you were grateful that she picked up.
“Yeah.” You took a deep, shaky breath, “I don’t know what to do. He told me he wouldn’t talk to me until I ‘admitted I was wrong,’ but I don’t even know what he wants me to say. I didn’t do anything.”
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“Uggghhhh..” Donnie groaned, leaning his head against his cold desk.
“You shouldn’t have picked a fight with them in the first place, Dee.” Mikey sighed, patting his brother on the shell.
“Yeah, yeah.” Donnie grumbled, not even bothering to look up.
You were the one being reckless, right? So why does he feel like such a jerk? He was mad, and it stayed that way for a few hours after he got home but all that anger quickly turned into pure regret.
“Come on. We were all worried when Y/N just jumped into action like that, but you still hurt their feelings.” Mikey rolled his eyes at Donatello’s dismissive attitude, crossing his arms, “I think you need to apologize, ‘kay?”
Donnie sat upright to look at him, furrowing his (drawn on) eyebrows. Worried? About you? …To be honest, that felt right to him. Donnie hadn’t really pieced together what exactly made him snap at you like he did, but he did recognize the guilt he feels every time he replays your hurt, confused expression in his mind repeatedly. It was distracting him, and he was definitely not a fan.
Truthfully what was the most distracting was that deep down he really, really missed you. You hadn’t texted or called him since the argument and he was too anxious to reach out to you first. He knew he couldn’t act like nothing ever happened no matter how much he wanted to.
As much as he hated to admit it, Mikey was right. He does need to apologize; it’s just so hard.
“You know what? Give me just one second to change, bro. I think you need a lesson from…Dr.Feelings.” Mikey winked at Donnie, skipping out of his lab.
“No, not Dr.Feelings, I beg you! Anything but that!”
It was already too late for Donnie to get out of this one.
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“April, I appreciate it, but I’m not sure this is such a good idea.” You stood in the doorway of the lair and April grabbed your hand.
She laughed, “You’ll be fiiiiine. Just because you’re not talking to Donnie doesn’t mean you shouldn’t see your other friends. Besides, Mikey invited us over.”
“Well, he’s not talking to me, but you know-“
“Shhhhh!” April shushed you, pulling you into the turtles home, “Heeyyyy! Guys, we’re heeeere!”
You rolled your eyes with a sigh but let her drag you in.
“Hey! I’m so happy you’re here!” Mikey practically sprinted to greet you. Mikey and April shared a look, nodding at each other. Clearly they were up to something, and it made you nervous.
“Soooo…I was thinking we could just watch a movie? The six of us?” Mikey’s tone was off and he seemed too nervous. Not very good at lying, is he?
Oh. All six of you, meaning Donnie would be there. Whatever. It’s not a big deal, right? I mean, he lives there. Still you couldn’t help the nervous pit deep in your stomach (and also the burning of annoyance).
You guys moved to get settled in the living room and soon being joined by Raph and Leo…but where was Donnie? The pit grew.
There was a whisper between Mikey and Leo followed by Leo clearing his throat.
“Ahem. Y/N, would you be a dear and get us some popcorn?”
You looked at him confused (and also afraid), “I mean, I could…but why can’t one of you? You live here.”
Leo looked at Mikey and there was another shared whisper. He turned his attention back to you, “Because we want you to get it…it’s, uh, better when you make it?” Ok, now you were sure something was going on.
You sighed deeply, but begrudgingly stood up. “Alright, fine…but it’s just microwave popcorn…” You muttered the last part under your breath.
You made your way to the kitchen and began to search their cabinets for the popcorn.
“Y/N? Uh, what are you doing?” You jumped at the sudden voice behind you before letting out a breath of relief. It was just him.
“Donatello.” You didn’t even turn to glance at him as you opened the packet of popcorn and made your way over the microwave.
Donnie frowned and scoffed, “I don’t care for your tone.”
“Excuse me? I thought we weren’t speaking.” You side-eyed hard with a glare. A pang of guilt ran through his chest, his face heating up. The energy in the room was tight and full of tension and the silence was so loud and painful.
He walked over to the fridge and pulled out six sodas, placing them on the counter one by one. Dammit. You knew his brothers and April had set this up.
Donnie took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Hey…um, I just wanted to say…that, uh-“ he breathed out, “I’m sorry.”
You finally turned around to face him and leaned on the counter with the microwave buzzing beside you with a few pops every second, “I’m listening.”
“Look, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I was just…concerned. I didn’t want you to get hurt.” A rare Donatello Hamato heartfelt moment; You knew he really meant it even with his soft scowl as he spoke.
You thought for a moment then smiled reassuringly, “Thank you for apologizing, Donnie. I forgive you, I guess…Hug?” You opened your arms out and reached for him.
Relief instantly washed over Donnie, he would finally be able to sleep tonight. You weren’t mad at him anymore, and he wasn’t mad at you.
“Yeah.” He nodded with a small grin, and loosely embraced you for a moment.
“But for real though, don’t ever yell at me again.”
“Yeah…of course, haha…”
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killakalx · 7 months ago
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set this scene, you realize roy is more of a soft/pleasure dom type and take advantage of it. you convince him to let you ride him, and you promise he can back on top right afterrrrr but you're lying. cause you two end up with you on top almost every time your fucking, sometimes he's even begging you to let him cum inside you cause he knows only you can give him such release. hehehehehe. btw you know who this is :))))
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I think i do know who this is, let me know just to be sure :’) until then, hello ml 😚
ohhhmy god. oh my god. this is so me. wanting to tease him and going all slow, grinding your hips and telling him to calm down when he starts trying to fuck you from underneath??? ohhhhh my god i can’t rn. and he’d be so handsy, can’t decide where he wants to hold and kiss you til he short circuits. and at first he’s a little cocky about how good he is on top bc he definitely isn’t bad at fucking you… but once you start doin yo shit?! he can’t even bother to bring up being on top again. he’s stuck massaging your tits and breathing into your neck all heavy, and you better not mention all the needy moans that slip out of his mouth.
and ofc he gets a little antsy right? eventually his hands are on your hips, tryna get you to rock a lil faster, get a lil more motion going on. so you cave in, take his hands into yours and start bouncing on his cock. lawddd you should see the way his eyes roll. you still try to keep it slow just to spite him but his moans and curses of goddamn, you’re too good f’me and fuck, baby- it all only spurs you on until you’re wrapping your arms around him and moaning at the firm grip on your ass when you plunge yourself onto his dick. he doesn’t even notice he’s gonna blow his load before it’s too late, mouthing about how bad he needs to fill you up and almost begging for you to stay just like that- oh god i have to stop here before I write a full drabble 😞 lmk if this is ooc bc honestly all i know about him is sexy dumb ginger!! i’m really only going off of the little content i’ve seen from red hood comics and fics i’ve read about him </3
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silentglassbreak · 8 months ago
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What if the reader and Noah have been training together with Ash, doing kickboxing and all that. They haven't hung out together, but one day, Noah invites the reader over. They find out that they have more in common than they realize.
You can make this cute, romantic, fluff, smutty...you do you :)
Ahhh mi mayor amor, this ask holds a special place in my heart. I trained martial arts for a long time. This sounds like a lot of fun. Now, I will forewarn you, I’ve never done a reader perspective fic before. I’m nervous. The Y/N thing scares me, but I’m going to take a crack at it. Honest feedback is appreciated! After writing notes: I'm so FUCKING evil. :)
Ratings: Explicit
Warnings: Hehehehehe.......
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“Damn it!” My hand tapped the leg cinched around my throat, my mouth guard nearly choking me as I struggled.
The grip loosened and I rolled backward over my head, fist punching the mat beneath me. The Dutch braids my hair was in was faltering, and I stared at the man in front of me.
“What the fuck am I doing wrong?!”
“Calm down, Y/N. You’re going to get this.” Ash, despite being covered in a thin layer of sweat, was smiling warm at me, trying to calm my frustration.
“We’ve been at this for twenty fucking minutes, dude! I keep getting locked the fuck up!” My hands gestured in front of me, my backside rested on my heels.
“You’ve only been doing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu for three months. You’re still learning. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He moved to stand. “You want to take a break?”
I stood as well, leaning down into my stance. “No. Let’s go again.”
Ash quirked a brow, defeated, and shook his head, bending down as well. Before I could reach for him, a voice echoed from behind me, disrupting my focus.
“You’re too tense. You need to shake off some of that rage you got there, doll.”
I snapped my head over, inadvertently whipping myself in the mouth with the end of my braid.
Noah stood, tall and sweaty, leaning against one of the heavy punching bags lining the back wall of the room. A towel was draped over his left shoulder, his water bottle in his hand. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“If I wanted your opinion, dick, I would’ve asked for it.”
He threw his hands up defensively. “Just trying to help.”
Scoffing, I turned back around to ready myself. “Sure. I believe that.”
If there was anyone in this gym that I considered a nemesis, it was Noah ‘Dickwad’ Sebastian. I couldn’t fucking stand him. He was arrogant, unbearably fucking tall, and insanely fucking irritating.
We met for the first time when I joined the gym three months ago. He had been training here only six months longer than I, and from the beginning, he was constantly poking a fucking stick at me. It didn’t make sense, and I didn’t fucking care.
I learned through whispers in the gym that he was in a band, so when I googled him and learned what he did for a living, I wasn’t impressed in the slightest.
So what if he could sing? Didn’t make him any less intolerable. He wouldn’t sing too well if I stuck my foot down his throat, anyway.
Had I added a few of his songs to my workout playlist? Maybe. That's beside the point.
Ash wrapped me up in the arm bar yet again, my wrist screaming at me to tap out before it snapped in two. My fingers tapped his leg, and he released me.
“Alright Fireball, that’s enough for one day.” He stood, walking over to his corner where he kept his bag and water.
I noticed Noah had left, so I relaxed, straightening my shirt and making my way over to my own bag next to Ash.
“What am I doing wrong, dude? Seriously?”
He shrugged. “Honestly? You’re just off right now. Did something happen today?”
Rolling my eyes, I sprayed water into my mouth. “My bitch of a mother called me this morning.”
He raised an eyebrow. “That angered you?” His question was sincere. I didn’t share a lot about my personal life with my gym mates.
“It did.” Was all I gave before I slung my bag over my shoulder and slipped my slides on.
He nodded in approval. “Trying to train angry never works. It makes you unfocused. That’s why we do breathing exercises beforehand.” He placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Try to let it go. We’ll work on it more tomorrow.”
His words calmed my fried nerves ever so slightly, and I grinned at him.
“Thanks Ash. I’ll see you then.”
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Life really fucking blows sometimes. The last week had been a shit show and a half, and I was exhausted. I hadn’t been back to the gym because work had kept me busy, then I got rear-ended, totaling my ‘98 Corolla, and had been dodging calls from my Mom every hour like clockwork.
Needless to say, when I stepped foot into the gym, the smell of perspiration and mat cleaner was like a breath of fresh air.
My eyes searched, noticing an unfamiliar class going. I spotted Ash, whose eyes flashed over to me before he halted his spar, and jogged over.
“Hey, you okay? Haven’t seen you in over a week.”
I nodded. “Rough few days, but I’m good now.”
He smiled, but a look of concern crossed his face.
“Gosh, Y/N, I’m sorry, but we’re not running regular classes this week. There’s a tournament on the weekend, we’ve got to train our competitors.”
My mood fell, my shoulders going with it. I needed the relief. I needed to train.
Ash saw my eyes, and a sympathetic look crossed his face. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called.”
I shook my head, waving a hand. “No, no. That’s okay. I totally understand.”
He chewed the inside of his lip, peering around the room. A sly smile perked up on his lips.
“Come here.” He motioned for me to follow, which I did, kicking my sandals off before entering the mat, giving a quick bow.
When we rounded the corner into the back of the gym, my feet halted just before the line of bags. Only one person was there, gloves and shin guards on, practicing his combinations.
Oh hell no.
“Y/N, why don’t you spar with Noah?”
My jaw dropped as he stopped mid-hook, pulling an earbud out. “What’s up?”
His chestnut brown hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were widened slightly. I suddenly felt very exposed, only in a sports bra and fitness leggings.
“Would you be willing to spar with Y/N?”
Noah’s eyes made a show of looking me up and down, a devious grin creeping over his face.
“Oh, of course.”
I snorted, looking at Ash. “Are you insane?”
He shrugged. “You’re my only two not competing. It gives you a way to train.”
Holding up a hand toward Noah, my voice raised several octaves. “How am I supposed to spar with him?! He’s a fucking tree!” I motioned to my own height. “I’m only five fucking three!”
Ash’s eyes narrowed at me, clearly not amused with my tantrum.
“Listen, this is the only solution I have for you this week. If you don’t want to, totally fine.” He interlocked his fingers. “But I think it would be good for you.” He glanced between us. “Both of you.”
And just like that, he left.
Noah stared at me now, waiting for my decision. I just shook my head and snarled. “Fuck this.”
Turning to leave, I heard his voice call after me. “Yeah, figured you’d be too scared.”
I froze mid-step, craning my neck to look back at him.
“Excuse me?”
“I get it. I’m intimidating.” He was unhooking his shin guards, tossing them to the side.
“Are you, now?” I turned back around, arms crossing over my chest.
His gloves went next, falling next to his bag. “Obviously.”
“You’re way out of my weight class, Noah.”
He smirked. “Calling me fat?”
I rolled my eyes. What a fucking douche.
“You have an unfair advantage with your long noodle limbs.”
He sucked his teeth, taking a short drink of water. “Having fun insulting me today, huh?”
“Doesn’t change the circumstance.”
“You joined martial arts for self defense, right?”
I jutted my hip out. “So?”
He set down his bottle, running long tattooed fingers through his damp hair.
“So, you think every attacker is going to be the same size and weight as you?”
This gave me pause. He had a point.
I let my bag fall casually off my shoulder, holding my arms up in defeat.
“Fine.” I stepped forward to the middle of the mat. “You want to spar? Let’s do it.”
His eyes sparkled, which made my breath catch for a second, as he walked over to me.
His long form bowed forward as I did, before we bent down in our stance.
It was as I expected; infuriating.
His arms could nearly wrap me around twice. His legs were surprisingly strong, his thighs much more muscular than I had originally anticipated. I kept having to tap, which was making me angrier with each match.
“This is bullshit!”
He hopped on the mat, keeping his blood flowing. “You’re overthinking it. Going rigid.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Fuck that. I’m just too fucking small for this.”
He shook his head, eyes locked on my face. “You’re not. You need to let go. Quit thinking about it so hard.”
We restarted, and I let his words soak in. Feeling my heart beating, my lungs breathing, I let my body instinctively take over. Noah’s thighs wrapped around my waist, but I managed to wrap and arm between them, breaking his grip. Before I could celebrate my victory, he wrapped an arm around my neck, holding me in a reverse choke.
I had to stop and think. Lifting my arm, I found his neck, and locked in tight, causing him to double over, and his arm to slip.
I flipped away from him and stood back up, hands out and waiting. He grabbed me, but I was faster, sprawling low and taking out his right leg before wrapping his ankle in a crushing grip.
I felt his fingers tap my leg three times, and released him, squealing in excitement.
Jumping to my feet, I clapped my hands together, smiling wildly.
“I fucking did it!”
He laid flat on the mat, breathing heavily, and gave me a weak thumbs up. I stood over him, bent at the waist, and smiled as sugary as possible.
“You okay Daddy Long Legs?”
He lowered his eyebrows and licked his lips. “I like when you call me Daddy.”
Snickering, I stood up, reaching a hand out for him to use to stand up. Once on his feet, he padded over to his water bottle.
It had already been an hour, when I had the sense to check the time.
“Damn, I’ve got to get home. The cat needs to be fed.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Same time tomorrow?”
I smirked, shouldering my bag. “If you’re not too scared.”3
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After three training sessions with Noah, I could feel my perspective of him begin to change ever so subtly. Sure, he was still a perverted douche, but he was also a really dedicated sparring partner. He was always on time, he was interested in my progress, and gave some pretty honest feedback about my technique.
Did I hate seeing him every day? No. Not exactly. I didn’t want to go as far as to say I enjoyed his company, but maybe I wore my nicer sports bras to the gym? Maybe my braids were pulled a little tighter because he was rough with them? Maybe I wore a light mist of body spray before I got there?
Maybe.
So, to my disappointment, come Wednesday, our fourth day training together, he wasn’t already there when I walked in. My face fell when I rounded the corner, expecting to catch him warming up on the bag. I had come to look forward to our banter back and forth prior to training. I also looked forward to watching him hit the bag, but I knew that was just because of his form. It was…exceptional.
Considering he could be stuck in traffic, or had a prior engagement, I decided to start warming up without him.
I made quick work of wrapping my hands and slipping my gloves on before starting my music and assaulting the bag in front of me. I let my mind wander while I pushed each combination out, using my emotions to channel the force.
Before I realized, I had listened to nearly half of my workout playlist, and there was still no sign of him. My head glanced around, and a deep feeling settled on my chest.
As much as I didn’t like the guy, it would’ve been nice for him to mention he wasn’t coming today. When I saw him yesterday, he didn’t say anything about skipping today. I couldn’t ask him myself. I didn’t know his number or any way to reach him.
Deciding it wasn’t worth the irritation, I stepped back from my bag, and began removing my gloves, tucking them back into my bag. As I did so, a flash flew by my peripheral vision, and I stood straight, noticing him.
Noah had walked - no, stomped on to the mat, flung his bag down, earbuds already in and blasting loudly in his ears, and hastily grabbed his gloves out, slipping them on.
I just stood, staring at him, leaning against my respective bag. He paid me no attention, not even glancing in my direction. Something had him pissed. His face had turned a harsh shade of crimson, only darkening as he went at the bag, his voice letting out sharp exclamations every so often.
Carefully, I took three steps closer, touching the bag next to him, eyes searching all over for a sign of what made him so angry. What had happened? Noah was one of the coolest cucumbers I had met in a long time, never bothered by seemingly anything.
Who had hurt him?
Deciding to chance it, knowing he couldn’t hear me, I let my fingers lightly touch the bag he punched during one of his ten second breaks.
For the first time, his eyes looked at me, and were almost black with the rage they held. It made me startle, my eyes widening.
“Noah?”
He rubbed at his ear with his glove, making one earbud fall out. “Not today, Y/N.”
His words didn’t leave room for pressure or questions.
Unfortunately for him, I’m not one to heed a warning.
Narrowing my eyes, I took a step forward as he raised his gloves again, standing between him and the bag still swaying.
His shoulders tensed, and he lowered his gloves, glaring at me.
“Move.”
I crossed my arms, and raised an eyebrow.
“Or what?”
“Or I will move you.”
Pursing my lips, I contemplated this. He could, if he wanted to.
“No.”
“Y/N, I’m not asking.” His voice was deadly.
“I’m not moving. Not until you talk to me.”
He furrowed his brow, incredulous. “About what?”
“What has you so upset?”
He bared his teeth, irritation rising. “Since when do we talk? You don’t even like me.”
Uncrossing my arms and opening myself a bit to show I wasn’t trying to be a complete pain in the ass, I shrugged. “I don’t dislike you.”
He scoffed, slipping his gloves off. “Since fucking when?”
“Since you turned out to be more tolerable than I originally thought.”
He shook his head, taking a long gulp from his bottle. “Thanks, doll. Appreciate that.”
Still raging, but slightly more approachable, I took a step toward where he stood at his gym bag.
“C’mon Noah. Maybe sparring will make you feel better?”
He waved at me, disregarding me. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Because…?” I leaned closer to where he was bent over the bag, unwrapping his hands.
“I don’t want to talk about it, alright?”
Standing up straight, I adjusted my sports bra, which I noticed his eyes caught.
“Then grapple with me.” My solution was simple.
After a moment of careful consideration, he eventually stood back up, staring as I made my way to the middle of the mat.
We bowed, and he leaned down, hands up. “I’m not holding back today.”
I smirked. “Please don’t. I want it all, baby boy.”
This triggered him, his hips dropping to the mat in a hard sprawl, arms wrapping up my waist, dropping me like a hot rock on my back. The air rushed from my lungs before I could prevent the grip he held on my torso. His arms squeezed me in a hard choke, but I wasn’t tapping today.
I managed to get a hand under his left thigh, bending it back at a long angle, making his grip falter just enough to get turned around in his arms. My head slipped loose, but he was back on me. Impossibly strong hands gripped my left thigh, flipping me onto my back. My legs instinctively wrapped around his midsection while he tried to get a grasp on my forearm, to which I squirmed, putting pressure on his rib cage with my legs.
A heavy, deep growl escaped his throat, which made my thighs involuntarily twitch around him. I don’t think he noticed. He was angry, fighting something other than myself at this moment.
His arms came up under mine, and he lifted me off of the ground, and dropped me back into my ass hard, popping my legs open.
My limbs sprawled out on the mat, my breath coming heavily, I looked up at him, wide-eyed. He kneeled over me, hair hanging off of his face in sweat-soaked tendrils, threatening to touch my forehead.
We sat there while I watched the darkness in his eyes dissolve, his breathing getting more and more even. The scowl on his face softened for a moment, and I couldn’t help when my hands reached up to grip his sides, squeezing in a hard grasp.
Noah was hurting. I didn’t know why. Something or someone had hurt him. And here, in this moment, I had him.
We knew so little of each other. Only having spent time in this safe haven together, we had bonded over the last few days, and I knew I was the only person who could relax the fire raging behind his chest right now.
“Noah?” I whispered into the space between us, fighting the urge to touch his face.
“Thanks.”
I quirked a brow. “For what?”
“Being here.”
Smiling, I pressed my fingers harder into his sides. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You did. You don’t even know it, but you did.”
I did know, but hearing him say it gave me a small flutter in my chest.
“Anytime.”
I tapped my code into my phone, and opened the Uber app. Zipping my sweater against the cool spring air, I began the process of searching for a driver to take me home.
“Hey.” I turned to see him walking out behind me. “Headed home?”
I nodded. “Yeah, just got to wait for a driver.” I waved my phone for show.
“You have to call an Uber? Where’s your car?”
Shrugging, I looked back down at the app that stated it was still looking for a driver.
“Got totaled last week.”
He walked over to me. “Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“No big deal.”
His eyes bounced between me, and the parking lot where his shiny black Navigator sat under the moonlight.
“Want a ride?”
I shook my head. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can get an Uber.”
He smiled, all sense of his earlier anger wiped clean. “I promise I’m cheaper.” His keys twirled around his long fingers.
I smirked, and closed my app. “Alright.”
The drive to my house wasn’t long, but before we even made it out of the parking lot, he looked over to me. “Hungry?”
I was leaned back, sending my mother a text. “Uh,” I locked my phone. “I mean, I never eat heavy after a workout.”
He nodded. “Same. But there’s a Yogurtland up the street?”
My lips pinched together. “What’s that?”
He turned out of the parking lot, but still managed to stare at me. “Frozen yogurt?”
I just threw my hands up. “Never had it.”
The look he gave me was as if I was insane. “You’ve never had frozen yogurt?”
“Isn’t it essentially just ice cream?”
He shook his head. “No. Not at all. It’s better.”
“Pfft. I doubt that.”
He turned into the parking lot of the yogurt place, and enthusiastically jumped out of the truck. In the few minutes it took for us to get there, I had been working my Dutch braids out, letting my dark hair loose, waves set in from the style. Letting myself out of the truck, I stopped short when I noticed him standing in front of the store, staring at me.
“What?”
He had the smallest, most amused smile tugging at his lips. “Your hair.”
I walked toward him. “What? Is it all fucked up?” I started tousling it, pulling at the tangles.
“No. It looks nice. I’ve never seen it down.”
I thought about it. I always kept my braids in at the gym. I wasn’t trying to have it ripped from my scalp.
“Oh.” A hot blush crept up my neck. “Thanks.”
I slipped in the door past him toward the counter. He proceeded to spend five whole minutes explaining flavors, toppings, mixes, and syrups to add.
After I finally elected for a simple vanilla with raspberries on top, and he went with chocolate with Oreo pieces, we found a small table and sat down.
He watched intently as I tried it, waiting for a reaction. I was pleasantly surprised.
“So?” I glanced up at him. “What do you think?”
Swallowing my spoonful, I nodded. “I’m impressed. Still like ice cream better.”
He rolled his eyes digging into his own cup.
“So,” I started, mixing my raspberries in. “you think you’re ready to talk about it?”
He stopped, his spoon halfway to his mouth, and eyed me curiously. “Why do you want to know?”
My yogurt was already starting to melt. “I’m just wondering. You were pretty upset tonight.”
He just nodded, looking into his cup, pushing the Oreos around. “I was.”
“You don’t actually have to tell me. I just know from experience that it usually helps.”
“Does it?” He still wasn’t looking at me.
“It can. Especially with someone who doesn’t know about it.”
I watched as his throat moved when he swallowed. “I’ve got a friend…” He stopped. “Had a friend. He passed away a couple years ago.”
I just sat, watching him, giving him space.
“We released a song with his band. It was a tribute sort of thing.” Dropping his cup, he leaned back. “Anyway, it came out about a week ago.”
He had stopped speaking, fingernail picking at the cuticle on his thumb.
“And it made you upset?”
“It hurt.” The sound of his voice was a soft echo, the words catching behind his tonsils.
The overwhelming temptation to stand up and wrap my arms around him gnawed at me as I watched his eyes well up, his face twisting to try and push them back down.
Instead, I settled on reaching a hand across the table, slipping my fingers around his wrist.
His eyes gazed up at me, and he gave me the most heartbreaking smile.
“I’ll be alright. It was just a gut punch, you know?”
Grazing a thumb over his tattoos, I stared at him deeply, attempting to convey my condolences.
“I’m so sorry for your loss, Noah.”
A sniffle cleared the air, and he lifted a hand to make quick work of wiping his eyes.
“Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate it.”
-
After yogurt, I made it a point to make sure Noah had my cell number in case he ever needed to talk. I almost regretted it, as he had been sending me memes nearly since we parted ways last night.
When I stepped into the gym, the energy was fervent. Fighters rolling around the mats in all directions, preparing for the approaching competition.
I made my way to the back, now quickly becoming a normal routine, and hid my excitement when I was met with chocolate brown eyes crinkled at the corners with a smile.
Noah was sitting on the mat, stretching his long limbs, so I quickly set my bag down and joined him. Each time I would change positions, a finger would come up to poke me in the side, making me almost fall.
“Knock it off!” I swatted at his hand, an involuntary giggle escaping.
“Just making sure you’re loosened up! I’m not taking it easy on you!”
I shook my head, standing back up straight. “Is that what yesterday was? Because I think my tailbone is bruised now.”
He cackled. “You want me to rub it for you?” He threw a wink at me, and I felt my insides spasm.
“Not necessary. Just remember, I’m a lady.”
He scoffed loud. “Yeah, and I’m an acrobat.”
My jaw dropped. “Oh, you’re in for it Sebastian.”
We had been grappling for longer than normal, each round both of us wanting more. We would laugh when we made the other tap out, mocking each other playfully, forcing the other to be even more savage during the next match. Our bodies were both broken out in a heavy sweat, slipping over each other and leaving a wet sheen on the mat.
"Motherfucker!" I squealed when he pulled me up in another arm bar while I kicked my legs up, trying to hook onto him anywhere I possibly could.
"C'mon doll, tap out."
I snarled at him, trying not to jostle my arm too much. My hips fought for leverage, but his legs over my stomach made it impossible to lift myself.
"You're not getting out of this, Y/N. Tap out."
"Fuck you!"
He chuckled. "If you insist."
Fucking perv.
After another two minutes of struggling, I finally huffed and tapped his shin. He released me instantly, popping up on his feet.
"Sorry, doll. We need to work on that one." He sprayed water in his mouth and I glared at him from where I sat on the mat.
"Quit calling me doll."
He smirked, walking over to hand me my own water. "Why? You know you like it."
I snorted. "No, I fucking don't."
"You do."
Rolling my eyes, I kicked at his legs. He just laughed at me.
Plopping down on the mat next to me, he bumped my shoulder. "You're improving a lot, you know."
I smiled. "Thanks. I feel like I am."
"The arm bar is the worst. I can barely get out of them myself."
Leaning back on my hands, I stretched. "Ugh, I should get home."
Rising up on my feet, I made my way over to my bag.
"Oh."
This made me turn around. Did he sound...sad?
"What?" I asked him while wiping my forehead with a towel.
"I was just having fun." He stood, walking to his bag and mirroring my actions.
This made me smile. "Same time tomorrow?"
He pulled his lips to the side, thinking about something he wasn't saying out loud. I ignored it, now wiping the sweat from the back of my neck.
"I mean, or we could," He hesitated, grinning and looking nervous. "hang out?"
I dropped my towel back in my bag. "Hang out?"
"Yeah, like last night."
"You want to get yogurt again?"
He shouldered his bag, and I did the same. We walked toward the edge of the mat, bowing out.
"We don't have to. Could get pizza?"
"Mm, I don't eat heavy after a workout."
He nodded. "Right." We made our way out of the gym. "We could...go to my place?"
My eyebrows shot up, surprised. "Your place?"
His eyes popped open wide, just now realizing what he had suggested, and how it sounded.
"I just mean to hang out! We could like, order food and play video games or something?" His words came out rushed, nearly stumbling over one another.
I smirked, pulling my hoodie over my head to protect from the chill. "I'm a sweaty mess."
"So am I." Noah took a step into my space, eyes looking down at me. "Doesn't bother me."
Ending up at Noah Sebastian's house was not on the agenda for today. Somehow, however, I stood in his living room, eyes darting around, hand firmly grasping my gym bag.
"You want something to drink?"
I snapped out of my trance and looked at him. "Uh, sure."
My feet followed him while he listed off the options. "I've got water, Gatorade, green tea, and Dr. Pepper."
Opting for water, he reached into the fridge and tossed it at me, grabbing one for himself and motioning for me to follow after him. He lead me up a tall, wrapping staircase down the hall to a bedroom at the end. The room was obsessively clean, making me feel wrong just stepping foot inside.
"This is it. It's not much." He ran a hand through his hair, spreading his arm out toward the room.
His words were comical, given the room was massive. A large, king sized bed the centerpiece. A rolling trunk sat on the floor at the edge, and his comforter and pillows were black. Tucked into the corner was a computer desk with a double monitor gaming setup perched on top. There was a loveseat futon sat on the side of the room with a small table sitting in front. Various anime figures adorned the surface of the table, and LED strip lights hung along the perimeter of the room.
"I didn't, uh," His face was turned up in a grin. "really think about what we would do once we got here."
Taking a careful step into the room, I smiled back at him. "Food?"
His eyes widened, and he pulled his phone from his pocket. "Right! What do you feel like?"
Attempting to ease the awkward tension, I walked over to the couch and sat down. "I'm pretty simple. Anything works."
He was scrolling, looking at his screen. "Sandwiches?"
I leaned back on the couch, nodding. "Sure."
After about an hour, we had fallen into a comfortable rhythm of him sitting in his computer chair, and me on the couch, while he chatted between bites of his sub.
"We've only been back from tour for like, two weeks?" He set his sandwich down, wiping his face with a napkin. "We haven't made plans for any more shows yet. We need to take some time to prepare the re-release of the album."
I was chewing my food, being wildly careful not to drop anything on the couch. "Have you decided when it will be released?"
He shook his head. "It's more up to the label, but it's not ready yet anyway."
"The last album was good."
His eyes became almost glittery, hearing what I said. "You've heard it?"
"I listened to it once or twice." I smirked, trying to hide my face with my sandwich.
"Just the last album?" He had me. He knew I was bluffing.
"Well, I pulled you up on iTunes when I realized you were a musician."
His tongue darted out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip. "Which is your favorite song?"
Without thinking, I spoke. "Dethrone."
The shit-eating grin that crawled over his face had me giggling nervously.
"I like working out to it."
He stood, crumpling the paper from his sandwich and tossed it in the garbage. He flopped down next to me on the couch, only inches between us. I set the half of my sandwich on the paper laid out on the table.
"Well, I'm glad you like our music." He was balancing his head on his palm, triumphant smile on his face.
"Are we just going to talk about you the whole night?"
"Oh, you want to talk about you? We can do that."
I leaned back. "Like?"
"Favorite movie."
"The Crow."
He quirked a brow, but didn't question further.
"Favorite TV show?"
"Buffy The Vampire Slayer."
He laughed at that. "Seriously?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Don't hate on Buffy."
He threw his hands up in defense. "Hey, it's a classic." He tapped a finger on his chin. "Favorite place?"
"Place, as in...location?"
"Or whatever it means to you."
I had to think about this one. "My room."
"Really?"
I just nodded. "It's mine. I have it set up exactly how I like it. My roommate is mostly who decorated the rest of the apartment. It's nice, but my room? My room is all me."
Tightening his lips, he gave a look of approval.
"Fair enough." He took a moment to think. "Favorite food?"
"Ah," I stretched my arms out. "Probably Japanese."
He smiled. "Yeah? Same."
He took a while to think over his next question, really working on it.
"Favorite anime?"
Uh-oh, he caught me.
"Oof." I averted his gaze. "I actually don't really watch anime."
I expected a more energetic response, but instead he just said, "No? Why not?"
I shrugged. "Could never get into it? I watched one all the way through, but I couldn't find another that interested me."
"Which one?"
"Tokyo Ghoul."
His eyes lit up. "That's my favorite." He reached over, grabbing a PlayStation controller off of the table and switching it on. When the device surged to life, the background showed an illustration of Ken Kaneki in his ghoul mask, red eye bleeding.
I smiled. "It's the only one that held my interest."
"You've never tried Attack on Titan?"
Shaking my head, I looked back at him. "Never heard of it."
"Want to give it a try? It's dark. You might like it."
"Sure."
He took a few moments to get the show prepared, and I took the opportunity to finish my sandwich, tossing the paper out.
"You want a blanket?" He turned the room light off, turning the LED's up to a warm white light, giving the environment a comfortable feel.
"I'm okay, for now."
He sat down, keeping at least half a foot of distance between us, and began playing the show.
I wanted to pay attention, I really did, but his hand was resting on the couch, fingers splayed out right next to my leg, and it was all I could think about. His eyes were trained on the TV, which made it harder not to stare at him. His features were so striking; eyes a deep brown, hair pushed back and hanging lazily, tattoos littering nearly every inch of his skin. I felt myself salivate while wondering where all he was tattooed, and if I would have the chance to see them.
In an attempt to distract myself, I began removing my braids, taking a second to shake my hair out before I ran a hand through it, trying to get comfortable. I tucked legs underneath myself, my shorts making me feel more exposed than I would've liked.
That's when I felt his eyes on me, covering every inch of me. His fingers were so subtly slipping closer to my thigh on the couch. I tried breathing, but keeping a steady pace was impossible when he was staring.
How far could we take this? How much did I want to allow?
I shifted casually, clearing my throat, and letting the skin of my leg brush his hand. I watched as his eyes shot down to the connection, not moving an inch. His fingers were cool against my warm skin. I leaned back on the couch, pressing my leg closer to him.
His hand slipped, then, up the side of my leg, coming to rest on the top of my thigh. I felt my lip twitch, so I leaned into his hand, pressing my skin into his palm.
When I finally dared to look over, he was staring directly at me, face unwavering, looking absolutely ravenous.
The tension struck me, ripping a cord inside my chest. I wasn't going to sit like this forever.
I leaned forward, taking hold of his shoulder, and pulled my face impossibly close to his. His eyes roamed over me, contemplating his next move. The hand he had on my leg was now wrapped around my back, holding me in place as I stared at him, waiting.
I counted six calculated breaths before he finally leaned in, pressing his lips to mine, and I took my time inhaling his scent. He smelled like the woods; earthy and pine mixed with salt.
The hand he had holding my back pulled, pressing me closer to him. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to slide across my teeth, licking into my lips. A low moan escaped me, and it was like a switch had flipped.
His mouth was hungrily attacking mine, using the same energy he typically exhausted back in the gym. His arms flipped me back, landing me on the cushions, and pressed himself against me.
I hooked my left leg on his hip, using steady pressure to keep his waist pushed flush to my body, my hips grinding against him.
Humming into my mouth, he pulled his face back, studying me for a moment. I laid, mouth open and breathing heavily, staring up at him.
"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?"
Rolling my eyes, I leaned my hips up, pressing against the hard bulge in his shorts. "You seem to think so."
He hissed, applying the same pressure back against me. "I have for a while now."
"Yeah?" I let one hand snake down between us, pressing against his cock over the fabric. "Now that you have me here, what do you plan to do?"
A soft, whispering whimper left his lips. "I've got some ideas."
He crashed his lips back down, nipping and biting at my lips, and began making his way down my jaw. His teeth grazed my pulse point, licking a stripe up my windpipe.
"Well," I breathed out. "you going to act on those ideas? Or just lick me all day?"
His head snapped up, and the darkest, most mischievous grin graced his features, which made a chill run up my spine.
"So fucking glad you asked."
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scaredpigeons · 10 months ago
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Aqua Regia IV: Screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain.
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Neuvillette x Fem!reader
Word count: 2.5k
The honourable Iudex realizes that you are much more fragile than he is, and perhaps standing in the cold rain isn’t the best for your health.
Authors Note: little suggestive again, but man am i ever loving this awkward tension and inner turmoilllllll heheheheh
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It was raining again. 
He really couldn’t help himself, the emotions churning within him as he stormed away from the entrance to the fortress. He kept a calm facade as he eyed everyone— people going about their day, although complaining about the rain. 
He’s sure he would complain too, if it didn’t feel so soothing on his skin. 
It poured, and poured. He stood still then, watching as everyone around him rushed off, finding shelter or just running to their destinations as opposed to walking. 
He could barely see three feet in front of him, the rain a heavy curtain on his angst. 
How could he have done such a thing? So careless and violent?
He was well aware of the friendship between you and Duke Wriothesley. He spoke of you with Neuvillette just weeks after you were hired. 
“Oh, you hired her?” Wriothesley said, smiling thoughtfully. “You’ll love her, she’s such a doll. Has she started doting on you yet? Wishing to cater to your every whim if it so pleases his honour?” 
Neuvillette wrinkled his nose a bit at the tease, choosing to ignore the strange feelings stirring within him at Wriothesley’s comments. “You know of her?” 
Wriothesley laughed. “Know of her? She’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. We used to terrorize the streets together as kids. Sneaking out and causing all kinds of trouble. All within the law, of course.” He winked. 
“Oh?” Neuvillette was genuinely intrigued. A friend of the Duke of Meropide was certainly a worthy character. You seemed to be interconnected with many aspects of his life before he even knew you. If he believed in fate, perhaps one might say it was destiny that brought you to his employment. “I thought you didn’t keep many friends, being quite isolated down here.” 
“Is the honourable Iudex attempting to start a personal conversation?” Wriothesley smirked, setting down his cup. “Regardless, she’s one of the few people I enjoy making time for. Very genuine, very caring. One in a million, if you ask me. Don’t go firing her if she does something stupid like spilling your tea, she deserves this job.”
“I am not so petty as to do such a thing, your grace.” Neuvillette bristles. “She has proved to be an excellent assistant, and I foresee her continuing to do so.” 
And you were excellent, he found himself caring very deeply for you. So when he rounded the top of the stairs to Wriothesley’s office and saw his hand resting so comfortably on your arm, he should have been fine, just fine. 
Perhaps he should have cleared his throat, maybe verbally announced his presence. 
But a dark, angry and possessive thing welled up inside him, rearing his ugly green head at the sight of someone else touching you, touching what was his—
Neuvillette hung his head in shame, squeezing his eyes shut at the thoughts running through his mind. 
No, you were not his. His assistant, maybe? 
No, this was deeper. More primal. It ate at a part of him and he wanted it gone. He felt so disturbed, so disgusting and ashamed. 
You didn’t deserve these kinds of thoughts, they were ugly and unprofessional. You were an incredibly hard worker, kind and dedicated—you deserve the utmost respect from him. Not… not whatever this was. 
Just as you ran through his mind, his sensitive ears heard your footsteps running their way closer to where he stood in the rain. 
“Monsieur!” You yelled over the sound of water pounding into the pavement. “Monsieur Neuvillette!” You finally made it close enough that he could see you more clearly now, your dress soaked right through, hair damp and clinging to your face and ears. You blinked the rain from your eyes, looking around frantically until you spotted him, before you ran right up to him, clutching the sleeve of his soaked coat. 
“Sir! Are you okay?” You said loudly, tugging on him slightly. “Neuvillette?” 
“You’re soaked to the bone,” he said aimlessly, watching as water poured over your skin, eyes following the trails down your face and neck, until they disappeared into the heavy fabric of your clothes. 
“So are you!” You looked up at him. “I know you love walking in the rain, but it's rather cold today, don’t you think?” Your eyebrows tightened with concern, a careful smile on your face. 
Your question seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he realized that— yes, it is rather cold today, and you were standing here with him, soaked through. While he didn’t have to worry much about illnesses, you very much did. 
“Oh, my!’ He shook away the pity party he was throwing himself, (a term he learned while working very closely with furina for many years,) gently taking your arm and pulling you towards his home, which was only a few buildings away. “Please, this way!” 
You followed dutifully, and he couldn't help but think your skin felt too cold through the damp fabric where he held your arm as he pulled you along. He unlocked his door in record time, ushering you in and closing it behind him. 
“You have my sincerest apologies, but—“ he stuttered, turning to look at you in bewilderment and concern. “Why did you follow me even after it started raining? You should have turned right around and gone back to the fortress! Or to your own home!” 
You wrung out your hair a bit, letting the water splash onto his front door mat, which was now nearly soaked with the two of you standing, dripping on it. “You seemed like you were troubled, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 
He stared at you, now aware at how close you were standing to fit onto his door mat. 
“I…” his gaze flickered in between your eyes, until it fell to the floor. He felt ashamed for raising his voice, even if it was out of concern. “You need a warm shower, and dry clothes.”
“Oh,” you said, turning towards the door, “I can just go—“
“No.” He said sternly. “No, please. Just one moment.” 
He hurried  upstairs to his room, leaving you in the foyer. He avoided making direct eye contact with his nest as he gathered up what he needed from his room. He stripped down his outermost layers, hanging them up as he went. 
He gathered a towel, a washcloth, one of his spare sleep shirts, and a light pair of his nicest cotton sleep pants, (an older pair with a drawstring) he brought the pile back out into the foyer, and instructed for you to follow him. 
He led you to the downstairs bathroom, setting the pile down on the counter. 
“I’ll be in the kitchen, making some hot tea to warm you further. Please, take your time.” 
You blinked at him in bewilderment, before looking around his bathroom. 
“I…” you shook your head a bit, as if to shake your thoughts away. A rather comical action in his mind, but he was distracted by your form— which has started to shiver. 
“Please, before you catch a cold.” He said, and you simply nodded at him, so he took it as a little victory and promptly vacated the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 
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You were in Neuvillettes house. 
In his bathroom, standing shivering in soaking wet clothes. 
Clothes you needed desperately to get out of. 
So why were your limbs frozen? 
Why were you so awestruck at the fact that Neuvillette, someone who purposely kept people at arms length— had invited you into his home, urged you to get into a hot shower and warm clothes, (his clothes) and was probably making you tea as you debated just jumping out the window and making a break for it. 
No, no. You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. You would simply do as he instructed, wait out the rain, and return home to pretend that none of this ever happened, for the better part of your sanity. 
All you wanted was to make sure Neuvillette was alright. He’d been acting a bit strangely the past few weeks, and you couldn’t help but worry for him. 
You gave your cheeks a couple good smacks, trying to pull yourself together.
Without putting too much thought into it, you started the shower and began undressing. 
Within seconds, the water was steaming, much better than anything you had growing up, and a bit more efficient than your current apartment shower. 
Neuvillette lived in one of the older buildings in the court, yet the interior seemed to be completely new and updated. You wonder how long he’d lived here. 
You began the grueling process of stripping out of your wet and heavy clothes, hanging them over the top of the shower stall door. 
You tried not to think too much about the fact you were standing naked in your boss's bathroom, and grabbed the washcloth he provided you before hopping into the warm shower. 
You instantly felt better, and let a long groan of satisfaction slip as you let the water flow over you. 
You slapped a hand over your mouth, suddenly remembering that Neuvillette 100% had heightened senses, and could most likely hear every sound you made, considering he could determine your heart rate from across a room. You did not want him thinking you were doing something inappropriate in his shower. 
You let the water fall on you silently as you thought more about him, and his peculiarities that you’d noticed. You had a couple theories about him, perhaps now would be a good time to ask for the truth. 
You looked around the stall, spotting some soaps and shampoos that didn’t seemed to be used very much, and you surmised that Neuvillette must have a personal bathroom in his room, or on the second floor. 
You flushed a bit before you grabbed the soap, bringing it beneath your nose to take a deep breath, smelling the soap.
Yep, it smelled like him. And no, you would not think too hard about why you knew his scent so well. 
Of course Neuvillette would only buy one kind of soap and put it in every bathroom, what happens if he decides to shower downstairs one night? He certainly didn’t have very many guests, considering Wriothesley told you that he’d only just now started opening up to others. 
You chewed your lip as you lathered the washcloth in his soap, before scrubbing away the cold that still seeped into your bones. 
You really hoped that the altercation at the fortress didn’t affect their relationship. 
What even happened there?
Why did Neuvillette react in such a way? Did he think that Wriothesley was harming you in some way? No, he knew better than that, Wriothesley would never, and Neuvillette knows that.
So what was it?
You wracked your brain as the warmth finally spread through you, and the chill from the rain had finally left. You couldn’t come to a logical conclusion and decided you would ask him when the time felt right. 
You finished your shower relatively quickly, indulging only a little bit at the warmth and smell of Neuvillettes soap surrounding you before you got out and dried yourself off. 
Your things were still soaked, but Neuvillette had left some clothes in a pile for you, so you pulled them off the counter and held them up to your frame. 
They were definitely his clothes, and your cheeks felt hot as you realized you would be wearing his things, in front of him. In his house. Smelling like his soap. 
You felt like your face was going to melt off as you shrugged on the shirt, it falling just above your knees and the sleeves being far too long. 
You’d never really acknowledged it before, but Neuvillette truly was a lot bigger than you, he was a lot bigger than most people. Tall, with broad shoulders and a lean waist that he hid under all of that finery he insisted upon wearing. 
You eyed the pants he gave you, seeing that at least they had a drawstring, so you had some hope of them staying on your hips. 
After pulling everything on, you quietly creeped out the door, looking up and down the hallway as if you were expecting him to be standing there waiting for you. 
Instead, you were met with silence. You closed the bathroom door, and as you stepped into the hall, you heard your name called out from a room just a few feet to your right. 
Your bare feet papped against the hardwood as you treaded down the hall, before you stopped in the doorway of a beautiful living room, a large sofa and comfortable looking reading chairs facing a rather opulent fireplace, which was blazing with glorious heat. 
“Here,” Neuvillette said, standing and coming behind you. He guided you to the couch, having you sit against the comfortable throw pillows on the arm rest as he pulled a blanket across your shoulders. The act felt so domestic it made your heart lurch, but you just huddled into the soft fleece and tried to blink away your shame. 
“Are you feeling the cold still? I have tea ready if you would like it.” He turned as if to go get it, but you reached out a hand, gentle fingers tugging on the sleeve of his freshly changed shirt, dry and warm. 
“No, ah—“ you looked in your lap, removing your hand, feeling incredibly embarrassed at your impulsive actions. “I’d honestly just like if you sat with me and kept me company for now, if that's alright.” 
“Oh.” He said, turning back towards you. “That should be fine, yes.” 
He sat down on the other end of the couch, the obscenely long and ornate thing was surprisingly comfortable, and looked incredibly antique, though extremely well maintained. You couldn't help but mourn the space the couch left between the two of you, but you knew those thoughts weren’t appropriate. 
“Are you feeling more comfortable?” He asked, eyes on the crackling fire. 
The warm glow illuminated his profile beautifully, and your heart ached once more at how stunning this man was. You hated yourself for being so weak to something as superficial as someone’s appearance, but Neuvillette had to be the most beautiful man you’d ever had the pleasure to meet. 
He turned to face you, and you watched his lips form your name as he called out to you in concern, obviously waiting for a response. 
“What?” You blinked at him, watching his ethereal eyes reflect the glow of the fire, the light casting part of his face into the shadows of the room, making the contours of his face more apparent. “Sorry, yes. I’m comfortable.” 
You squirmed as you realized your thoughts were at risk of traveling somewhere less than savory incredibly quickly, and you refused to ruin this man's pants with your shame, if only for the fact that you would have to throw yourself from the falls afterwards— and that might upset him more than the pants. 
“Good, good.” He said, turning back and looking towards the fire once more. He seemed stiff, and the silence was becoming awkward. 
You looked past him to the living room window, the darkness of the evening creeping in as the rain battered against the window, showing zero signs of calming any time soon. You were either going to need to learn to start a casual conversation with the Iudex, or this encounter would be the death of you. 
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rogerswifesblog · 2 years ago
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Hi Vera😘❤️
for your 1k bingo: Ari + sex pollen👀
Imagine Ari being an agent. Ari jokes around and flirts around a lot, which makes you cautious about what comes out of his mouth. Stuff like "you're a peach" "can you help me with this, sweetheart?" "My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful." He would say this to different agents and scientists all day without truly meaning it. But you have a huge crush on him, nonetheless.
Fast forward to the incident, when Ari played around the lab carelessly one day and accidentally caused lab scientists to mix up two dangerous chemicals. And since he's the only one in the lab who didn't have a full hazmat suit on, he inhaled the chemicals (which is sex pollen) and was sent to quarantine. And when his mind is in a haze, the only name that stuck in his head is yours👀👀👀
Does he call you to the quarantine room? Do you perceive his words as a desperate measures or you believe him? Does he tell you about his feelings after the pollen wears off?👀👀👀It's your decision! :3 Surprise me hehehehehe😘😘😘
(And probably the fourth(or fifth?) Time, congratulations on your 1k❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Ari + sex pollen???? Damn👀 an idea I never knew I needed but yeah. Love it.
And thank you sm!🥺❤️
Turns out I’m shit at short Drabble writing so this one is 4 k, enjoy 🤣
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All drabbles will be posted with the tag “1 k followers special” just look for it on my blog:)
Addicted to you
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Warnings: dub-con (sex pollen), p in v, unprotected sex, squirting
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„Hello, gorgeous, how’s your day?“, your favorite coworker asked, not you. He leaned over Mindys table, right in front of you, making you sigh quietly.
Ari was a very friendly and also handsome man. Most agents, especially all women, had a crush on him, even married once.
And of course, you.
You had a crush on your work partner, making your life awfully miserable. At first you actually thought something was between you, a little spark maybe. All the flirting and sweet petnames seemed to be special, right? Wrong. At least to Ari. He called half the agents gorgeous or flirted his way out of writing reports. At this point whenever he came to you, offering his sweet smile and glances, you knew it was for a reason.
"you're a peach" “No, Ari, I won’t share my lunch.”
"Can you help me with this, peach?" “No, Ari, I won’t write your report”
"My heart just stopped, you're so beautiful, peach." “No, Ari, I won’t fall for that. Go get you your own coffee.”
It’s always the same game. Him trying to flirt his way out of something and you having to do everything to not lose your mind over his words. You’d do anything to hear these compliments honestly. Having Ari call you beautiful because you two went on a date and not because he needed something.
At first you had fallen for it, still hoping the spark you felt was real-but then you noticed he didn’t seem to care about his words as much as you did. How many women here thought he actually meant any of it? How many agents had or will have their heart broken because of his careless thinking? Well, you were definitely one, but probably not the first.
“Oh, really? You don’t have to do that, gorgeous, are you sure?” “Oh course, Ari. I wanted to get a coffee anyway, it wouldn’t make much sense for you to walk unnecessarily if I’m already on my way”, said the clearly not suspecting woman. Sometimes you felt bad for them, really, but on the other hand you knew Ari wouldn’t stop his flirting. You tried to tell him to stop, but it seemed like it was a part of his personality he just couldn’t ‘turn off’.
Grinning Ari walked over to your desk, plopping down on it with his ass, nearly knocking over your own coffee, “be careful you imbecile”, you hissed, making the man laugh. “Good morning to you too, peach. I can tell Mindy to get another coffee for you, if you want”, “no thank you, I like my coffee without the taste of slave, besides I still have mine”, with that you stubbornly took a long sip of your coffee, trying not to frown when you noticed how cold it had already gotten. And Ari definitely saw it too, but he didn't comment on it.
“So, what are we doing today? I heard they have something for us in the laboratory?”, he asked instead, leaning a bit closer to you so he’d be able to read whatever you were writing. His aftershave immediately hit you, making you feel lightheaded. God, how could someone smell this good?
What you didn’t know, he was thinking the same about you, not being able to stop himself from leaning a bit further into your personal space and nearly falling from the desk. “Ari, stop that or you might already sit in the chair with me-” “oh that’s not a bad idea, let’s-“ “no.”
He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, crossing his arms over his chest. “But why-“ “Hey, Ari, I got your coffee-and they called you into the lab. They said it’s urgent”, said Mindy, walking up to your desk and giving Ari his coffee. Was her blouse further open than before?
Head shaking you stood up, ignoring that she didn’t even greet you. “Ari, let’s go”, you didn’t let him talk to Mindy anymore, already grabbing his massive biceps and pulling him to the labs. “Wait-I wanted to-” “I don’t care what you wanted to do, you’re here to work and not to flirt” “geez, chill, someone’s got their panties in a twist-tho I couldn’t help you untwist them, peach.” “Ari-”
At this point you weren’t even sure why he was still your work partner.
Just when you wanted to enter the lab someone held you back, one of the interns smiling up at you. “Oh hello, Peter, everything okay?”, you smiled at him, not noticing Ari rolling his eyes when the young man blushed. “I have some documents for you to sign, it’s important”, since it was important you told Ari to go and ask the scientists about the substance they found while you’d sign the papers.
“So, Peter, how was your weekend?” You asked the young man, while sitting down at your desk. He sat down in the chair in front of your desk, looking around your office. Mindy seemed to ignore him, just like she did ignore you. What a bitch. Did she really only talk when Ari was around?
Peter cleared his throat. “It was really fun, we-“ a shrill alarm sounded, alarming everyone to leave the building. Fire? No it wasn’t the fire alarm. You’ve never heard this before. Grabbing petter by the arm you immediately left your office, hearing Mindy's steps behind you. “What’s happening?”, you called out to one of the guards.
“There was an accident in the lab. Some chemicals exploded-“
Your chest immediately tightened. Oh god. Ari. No, no, no. What if he got hurt? What if he- “Miss, we need to go”, your intern interrupted you, pulling you out of the building. “No wait- I need-Ari is still there-”
The whole floor was closed for two days. Two days in which you didn’t know what happened to Ari. You were worried sick-and heartbroken. His behavior may be annoying but it didn’t mean your heart had stopped craving him. It seemed your feelings only grew in the past days.
As soon as you entered the building you went to your boss to ask about Ari, not receiving much information only that he was alive but in quarantine. Did it mean he had a disease? Maybe whatever the scientists had found was incurable?
Again you felt yourself nearly hyperventilating. “Please let me see him. I just want to see he’s alive. I don’t believe it until I see it myself”, you nearly begged with tears in your eyes. Your boss sighed, rubbing the brick of his nose with two of his fingers. “Fine, fine just-stop crying. I can’t handle that”, he mumbled walking you to the quarantine room.
You could see him through a window and your boss was right, he was alive.
But he looked like death was close.
He was sweaty, his clothes soaked and hugging his body like a second skin. His skin was pale. Dark circles beneath his eyes. His wrists cuffed to the bed. God, poor Ari. “What’s wrong with him?” “We don’t really know…He was affected by the chemicals. The scientists said he inhaled them and immediately felt dizzy, hot…started mumbling some nonsense about peaches”, said the man. Just when you wanted to ask something else his phone rang. He excused himself and walked away.
The ringing had caught Ari’s attention. “Peach-peach”, he whined, writhing in the bed like crazy. His wrists were already red and scratched, but it didn’t stop him from pulling at them harder. You swallowed, seeing his wrists bleeding.
“Miss, you’re not allowed to be here”, one of the doctor’s came, pulling you a bit further away from the window. You noticed how it made Ari even angrier than before, throwing himself from side to side. “Bastard! Don’t-don’t fucking touch her!”, he hissed, making you immediately pull away from the doctor who had touched your arm. Ari stopped his movements, his breathing slowly calming down.
You furrowed your eyebrows at that, the doctor doing the same and reaching out to you again, making Ari going feral. Seeing the hand of the stranger touching your skin made him pull at the restraints even harder, till they started cutting in his skin. Not wanting Ari to hurt himself, you stepped away from the man, closer to the window noticing how Ari tried to lift his hand-which wasn’t possible.
“Let me in. I think he…wants my company?”, you mumbled. The man seemed unsure. “We don’t know what the chemicals did to his body-he’s still…unstable. And maybe contagious-“ “Please, I think he’ll feel better when I’m there”, the Doctor sighed and pulled out a key, opening the door. As soon as you walked in Ari tried to pull at his restraints to touch you, which he managed when you sat down at the edge of his bed.
A moan escaped his throat when your cool hands touched his burning forehead. “Oh god, you have a fever-and you’re drenched”, you whispered, wiping away the sweat from his skin. “I’m-hot. Too hot”, he mumbled, sitting a bit up and hiding his face against your throat, immediately inhaling your smell. The soft smell of your peachy parfum. So, so good. So addicting. “So nice…missed you, peach”, he mumbled, his lips touching your throat, close to kissing.
“Ari, you should…you’re totally out of your mind”, you pushed him back into the pillow, turning around to the doctor who was still watching you two. And taking some notes, huh? “Excuse me, could you get me a cloth and bowl of cold water?”, the doctor nodded, leaving you two for a few moments.
Your hand caressed Aris cheeks, slowly brushing down to his chest, his chest heaving uncontrollably, heart pounding so fast you couldn’t count the beats. “I’m so sorry I let you walk into the lab alone. I should’ve known something would happen…”
Ari moaned again, pushing himself into your palm. He felt completely overwhelmed, especially now that you were here. So close. Touching him.
“I’m hot-I want it off-take it off”, he tried to grab at his clothes, pulling them away from his body, but he couldn’t really move his hands. His breathing became even faster than before. You knew you probably shouldn’t act on his words, but seeing his big blue eyes begging you. “Okay, okay, I’ll help you”, with that you started pushing up his shirt, but stopping at his chest. “You’re cuffed-I can’t help much more, I’m-“ “take them off. I don’t want them-take them off”, he started fidgeting again.
That’s when the doctor from before came in with a cloth and water. “What are you doing miss?” “Open the cuffs-” “miss-“ “open the fucking cuffs! Don’t you see he’s bleeding? When will you react?! When he breaks his wrists?!!” You started arguing with him, making the man jump in surprise, not expecting your yelling.
“Fine, but I’m leaving the room.” He only put the bowl with the cloth aside, giving you the key to Aris cuffs. Then he quickly left the room leaving you with Ari behind.
You felt your own hands shake while slowly opening the restraints. Before you could even really let Ari pull out his hands he was already taking off his shirt, not caring about the ripping sound. When you noticed how he tried to open his pants you gasped quietly. “Wait Ari-no-pants no”, you took his hands that were working on his zipper, making him moan quietly while he pushed his hips up into your hands.
It surprised you and you couldn’t stop yourself from pulling your hands away again. “Fuck no-don’t stop”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hips and pulling onto his hips, letting you feel his hard dick throb in his pants. “What-Ari, what are you doing-hey-no”, you swatted his hands away, grabbing the wet cloth and hitting his chest with it.
Ari gasped, his eyes focusing a bit more while he looked up at you, still lightheaded but less than before. “Please-I don’t know what’s happening to me-but I need you-fuck, I need you so bad, please”, he sat up and immediately buried his face again your throat, kissing and sucking at your skin. He was losing his control.
He felt exactly like he felt when the chemicals first hit him.
As soon as he opened the tube, a yellow powder explosion went right in his face. Everything around him started to spin, his vision getting blurred and-he felt aroused. So fucking aroused.
Why weren’t you here? You were supposed to come with him. He needed to see you. No.
He needed to fuck you.
God. He wanted to feel your skin. Your lips. To taste you. He wanted to taste the sweet peachy shampoo or parfum-or whatever it was that made you smell so good.
“Peach-where’s-peach”, he moaned quietly, bracing himself on the table next to him. He didn’t even know what was happening around him. The people calling a code something-and grabbing him, touching him. He hated the touch of these people. He wanted you. “Peach-no-not you-peach-“
“Ari, are you okay?”, when your voice pulled him out of his thoughts he grabbed your arms again. “I can’t control myself-I need you-fuck-please-“, he mumbled close to your lips, already wanting to kiss them, but you pushed him away.
Someone walked into the room again, two doctors you didn’t know. “We found out what it is-but there’s no cure for it”, hearing this made your throat tighten. No cure? “Miss, he won’t die-not if…the person of his desire…helps him out.” You didn’t understand what they were talking about and it was also hard to concentrate with Ari trying to kiss your throat or sucking hickeys into your skin.
“What do you mean help him out? What should I-Ari stop it-that tickles-“, you tried to push his head away, feeling his beard tickle your throat. He whined when you pushed his forehead again, his arms tightening around your waist.
“Miss, we think Mr Levinson was affected by, the so called, sex pollen, a drug making the affected wanting to…breed and reproduce. It won’t stop until he…fulfills his needs.” The doctors words made your mouth immediately feel dry, like you hadn’t drank anything for days.
“I…need to have sex with him?” Both doctors looked at each other, then back at you. “We can probably try to find someone to…help him, but he seems to react to you.”
For fucks sake, why couldn’t he be affected by…something that wouldn’t make him want to reproduce.
Of course you’ve always wanted it, but not like this. You wanted for it to matter and not when Ari was not himself. Drugged.
You swallowed. Then swallowed again.
“Okay…i'll do it, but…can we have privacy? A room without a huge window?”, you asked self consciously, finally letting Ari bury his face further in your neck and cleavage since he definitely heard you agreeing to sleeping with him.
The doctors seemed a bit uncomfortable in this situation. “Yeah this window has curtains. Well let them down and then you can-“ “Yeah I know-just-go. I’ll take care of him”, you mumbled a bit embarrassed and also slowly turned on. How could someone not get turned on when the person they love kissed their throat and cleavage? Or nibbled at your earlobe? Fuck, your panties were probably drenched.
A couple minutes later the doctors were gone, the curtains lowered and some of the buttons of your shirt open, but Ari seemed impatient just ripping the rest from your body, making you gasp quietly. “Ari-“, you moaned, letting him pull you over his lap, his hard dick immediately pressing into your cunt. There were still too many layers between you two, making Ari mumble something unhappily, while he opened his pants, hastily pushing them down.
You quickly helped him out of his clothes, nearly falling from his lap since Ari was so impatient to finally get out of these he kind of got carried away and was close to actually pushing you from the bed. As soon as his body was completely bare he sighed in relief and grabbed your waist, pushing you into the bed. You didn’t had much time to appreciate the beauty of him, before he started hastily ripping your skirt and slipping from your hips, immediately pushing your legs open.
“Jesus-Ari, we have time-”, you mumbled when he immediately tried to place himself between your thighs, his lips still suckling at your throat. When he reached your breasts he bit into the flesh, making you moan in pleasure and surprise. His tongue circled the pink teeth mark, before hastily doing the same closer to your nipple.
When you felt the tip of his cock press against your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the nervousness creeping up inside you. Even though you weren’t able to really admire him you still noticed the size of his cock.
No wonder he was always this…cocky.
“Ari-oh fuck-”, when he thrusted inside your wet cunt you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth, especially since he didn’t waste time before fucking you hard and fast. His gaze glued to your cunt swallowing his cock, clearly only thinking about his release.
For a moment you doubted even if it really mattered to him who was beneath him. Did he really recognise you as you or were you just a cumdump to him? (Not that you would’ve mind under other circumstances.)
“Peach-peach look a’me”, Ari moaned, grabbing your chin with one hand, making you look into his blown eyes, the pupil completely swallowing the usually bright color. “My peach-mine”, his words were slightly slurred, but it seemed like he meant it. Maybe. Hopefully.
You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him a bit closer till your bodies were flushed against one another. “Yes, Ari, your peach. I’m all yours”, you whispered into his ear, not expecting the nearly inhuman sound rumbling from his chest, his thrust immediately quickening, the sound of skin on skin slapping becoming louder, just like the squelching sound from how wet you were for him.
Fuck, it felt so good. He was fucking you like no one else before. His cock was hitting every spot inside you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit from time to time, stimulating you even more. “Fuck-fuck, Ari-I’m close-please-oh god”, as soon as you felt your high approach your nails pushed into the skin of his back and biceps, making him moan in pleasure. The pain felt so good. So, so good.
You were a moaning and shaking mess beneath Ari, while he watched your every reaction. He didn’t know what to say or if he was saying something. He knew he opened his mouth, but the only thing leaving his lips were moans and grunts. He had no idea why he was behaving like this, like…like a feral animal, but all his sensations felt so different, his senses heightened, especially his smell. The smell of you was everywhere, surrounded him, filled his lungs whenever he took a breath.
A few thrust more and your cunt started squeezing him, your walls tightening around him, hugging him like you were made for him. Your mouth was open in a silent moan, your face scrunched in pleasure. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss took you by surprise but you immediately returned it with the same enthusiasm.
Slowly feeling too overstimulated, from having him hit your g-spot over and over again, you felt yourself coming closer to something you’ve never felt before. Not only were you completely lightheaded and cockdrunk, but your whole body seemed to have stopped listening to you. Your legs gave out, your thighs not wrapped around Aris waist like the did before, your arms lightly hanging around his neck.
Ari grabbed your legs, pushing them up to your chest, before continuing his assault on your sensitive spot. The change in position makes him feel even bigger, if that’s even possible. With that he was also now fucking your spot dead on. Your eyes filled with tears, your throat feeling raw from moaning and screaming in pleasure, your whole body useless, just like a doll in his hands.
Before you could react another orgasm rushed over you, this one different, more intense, like never before.
You squirted all over Ari and yourself, your juices gushing onto his thighs and abdomen, a deep growl rumbling in his throat while he pushed his cock deeper into you, grinding against you while you felt him twitch inside you, your walls milking him while was filling you with his cum.
He didn’t stop releasing for a few minutes and you didn’t know if it was because of the drug or if it was just Ari, but when he finally pulled out and put your legs down some of his cum leaked out of you, making him grunt in annoyance and furrow his eyebrows a bit. If you had the strength to do it you'd probably have laughed at his behavior, but your muscles were too sore.
“Come’ere my caveman and stop grunting at my…you know”, you laughed quietly but also a bit self conscious. When he saw your open arms Ari immediately laid onto you, his face pressed into your neck once again. “Mine”, he mumbled barely audible, while you gently scratched his hair and back, noticing the rosy lines you’d left behind.
At that point you didn’t know what to do next. Were you supposed to leave him now? Would he be fine now? But just leaving like that felt weird. Especially since Ari meant to you more than just a friend, way more than that.
A few minutes passed and you noticed how Ari’s body felt cooler now, it even seemed like he had goosebumps. Not wanting him to freeze you grabbed the blanket that was laying on the floor and pulled it over his body. You felt him sigh softly against your skin, cuddling closer into the crook of your neck. It felt nice to have this huge man making himself small to fit into your arms wanting to cuddle.
It also made you think….
Was his head clear now? How would he react? Would he be mad?
“Ari…are you awake?”, you whispered quietly into his ear, hearing him mumble something incoherent back. The corners of your lips twitched while you shook his shoulder again, finally getting him to lift his head. At first he seemed confused, then shocked, then confused again and finally something like..regret.
Oh god, no. He didn’t want it. He regretted it. What if he felt like you- “I’m so sorry you had to do this, peach-I-I never wanted for it to happen like this-fuck. I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot, I shouldn’t have-” “Ari, it’s okay. I understand. You needed it. We can forget it and just think of it as…needs to an-“ “no. We can’t forget it-please don’t make me have to forget it. I don’t want to forget it..”, his voice quietened to the end, his gaze glued to your face.
Noticing your confusion he leaned down, pressing his lips gently onto yours, only in a sweet peck. A soft smile crept onto his lips, even a blush was visible. “I wanted to do all of it with you…touch you…kiss you…taste you…fuck you”, he whispered the words in your ear, kissing down your throat, before lifting his head again, “I’m sorry it happened like this and not how you really deserved it.”
You still were confused, but your chest tingled with hopefulness. “So you mean-you like me?“, to that Ari only laughed gently before kissing you one more time, passionate and loving.
“But never call me caveman again, tho.”
“Sure…..caveman”
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ticklygiggles · 4 months ago
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Bonding by laughter | Kagami, Kuroko & Nigou
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A/N: Last fic from Max's @wertzunge amazing commissions, thank you soooo so much for your kind support and for always being an angel, Max! I hope you enjoy these boys and doggy. I think it's my first time writing something for knb so I worry they're a bit ooc, either way, please enjoy and thank you so so much again, I'm always happy to work for you hehehehehe ❤️
Summary: since when is Kuroko a psychiatrist specialized in phobias? And why did Kagami accept to be treated by him?!
Words: 2k+
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He didn't want to be there. He really didn't want to be there! 
Kagami's skin was already prickling with sweat and his legs were starting to get weak, hands trembling and fingers fidgeting. He was going to faint, he definitely was going to faint in front of Kuroko's house. He could sense the smell of that furball all the way from where he was standing in front of the door.
He was a fool to agree to go there. A sleepover to get rid of his fear of dogs at Kuroko's house? That was simply stupid! He hadn't been able to overcome his fear in all those years, how could one night change anything? What kind of high-impact therapy did Kuroko have planned for him?! 
The answer to Kuroko's proposal was very clear in his head and the tip of his tongue: 'no', but when Kuroko looked at him with those eyes resembling, for god's sake, an abandoned puppy, Kagami's response was ‘sure’. 
He really was out of his mind. 
“Kagami-kun?”
Kagami looked up and saw Kuroko already inside his house, holding the door wide open to let him in. 
“I'm going home.” 
“Eh? But… Kagami-kun… you already came all the way here… you know, I was really looking forward to helping you out…”
Kagami gasped, there was that face again! For someone with so little presence, he certainly knew how to convince people... or perhaps Kagami simply was too stupid for falling for that puppy face.
The next moment, Kagami found himself inside the house and when Kuroko closed the door behind him, he wanted to scratch at it like a trapped cat desperately wanting to get out. To add to his misfortunes, he suddenly heard footsteps, quick little thud thud thuds rushing towards them and his heart began to race. 
“Ah, Nigou. I'm back.” 
Bark! 
Kagami felt his soul leave his body. Suddenly he found himself behind Kuroko, his body limp in front of the door as his trembling hand gripped the knob, making it jingle. 
“Oh,” Kuroko said and he gently picked Nigou in his arms as he stepped out of his shoes. “It's okay, Kagami-kun. I have him in my arms. He won't do anything.” 
When Kagami looked up, Nigou was staring at him and he looked like he was smiling. His long tongue was out as he panted happily, his fluffy tail wagging from one side to another way too quickly. Kagami had to admit Nigou was a cute dog, but cute or not, he was still scared of him. The puppy barked a couple of times and Kagami jumped in response. 
“You can leave your bag there and use these,” Kuroko said, pointing at the corner where he left his own bag and then placing a pair of slippers on the floor for Kagami to wear. “Let's go to my room. Don't worry, I won't let go of Nigou.” 
Kuroko really wanted to kill him, right? 
On the way to Kuroko's room, Kagami kept a safe distance between him and Nigou still in Kuroko's arms, but he could barely relax with Nigou leaning on Kuroko's shoulder, looking at him with that doggy smile, showing all of those pointy teeth and fangs. He knew that Kuroko just wanted to help, but Kagami thought that he really wasn't going to survive that night. How was he going to be able to sleep or even go to the bathroom knowing that Nigou could be in any corner and cranny of the house?
“Okay, take a seat in the bed if you want, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko offered as he went to the corner of his room where Nigou’s bed was. He came back with a squeaky toy that caused the puppy to go crazy between Kuroko's arms. “I think we should start by playing a bit. You don't need to do anything, Kagami-kun, just throw this toy somewhere and Nigou will bring it back to you.”
Kuroko placed the toy in Kagami's hand and he cringed, his skin covered in goosebumps and all the hairs in his body stood up. He fought the intense urge to let go of that damn toy, especially when Nigou started to bark like a demonic dog, twisting like possessed in Kuroko’s arms. 
“Relax, Kagami-kun. Just throw the toy.” 
Kagami threw the toy gladly and perhaps a bit too hard, it hit the wall and bounced to the middle of the tiny room. Nigou barked hysterically and Kuroko gently put him on the floor. His little nails clawed the floor and he seemed to be stuck for a moment, running on the spot, but then, just like lightning, he rushed to the toy, grabbed it in his snout and rushed towards Kagami. 
Kagami shrieked, bringing his knees to his chest and curling on himself as Nigou stood on his hind legs and put the toy on the bed, expectantly, his tail wagging vigorously. 
“Well done, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko clapped twice with a little smile. “Can you try to do it again? Maybe throw it a little bit… less hard?” 
Kagami looked up at Kuroko and he held himself back from whining. “Do I have to? It's… full of saliva,” he said, eying the toy with disgust. 
“I'm sorry about that, I promise it'll be fine.”
Kagami took a deep breath, there was no way out now, so he grabbed the toy and tossed it. Nigou brought it back and he tossed it again and again and again. Nigou excitedly placed the toy on the bed one, two, three times and Kagami thought it wasn't all too bad. It was actually a little fun to see Nigou rushing for the toy as if his life depended on it. Best part was that he didn't need to touch him to play. 
“You're doing it very well, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko congratulated him with a kind smile. "Now I think it's time for you to touch Nigou.”
“No.” Was the automatic response. Without even thinking twice, Kagami shook his head and decided to stop playing, discreetly wiping his hand on Kuroko's bed and making Nigou whimper sadly. “I won't do that.”
“It's okay, we'll start slow, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko said gently. “You already played with him, it should be easy enough.” 
“Are you crazy? Playing and touching are completely different!” 
“Nigou is not even moving right now, Kagami-kun,” Kuroko said, pointing at Nigou. The puppy was sat in front of them on the floor, his tail wagging, but his head tilted to the side, confused. “Why don't you try using your foot? Just try rubbing under his chin, he likes that.” 
Nigou seemed to understand Kuroko's words, as he started panting, showing that doggy smile, and wagging his tail even faster. 
Kagami didn't want to even try, but he knew Kuroko would not leave him alone. Letting out a shaky sigh, he extended one of his feet towards Nigou. The puppy stayed still, waiting expectantly. Kagami's toes even seemed to tremble as he finally touched Nigou’s under chin. 
A terrible shiver ran down his spine as he felt Nigou's warmth and the softness of his fur. The dog barked happily and he quickly nuzzled against Kagami’s sole making him shriek in fear and pull his foot away. 
“You did so well, he was just excited. Could you do it again, Kagami-kun?’ 
Kagami growled, shaking his head but extending his foot again. Nigou’s nose pressed gently against the sole of Kagami's foot and he flinched, his foot jerking slightly, but not pulling away completely. He was thankful he had his socks on, he was sure feeling that wet nose against his skin would make him want to scream. Nigou sniffed curiously at his foot, his little nose nuzzling his arc and under his toes and Kagami jerked slightly, it tickled. 
“How's that, Kagami-kun? Not bad, right?” 
“It's… terrible, but… somehow I- ack! W-Wahahait!” 
Kuroko reached out for Nigou when Kagami let out that squeal, but when he started laughing, he stopped. Nigou had started to nibble on the ball on Kagami's foot. The pressure of his teeth wasn't enough to make Kagami scream, it was simply ticklish, and he tried to move his foot away, but Nigou followed every move, as if to make him laugh more. 
“Stohohop thahat!”’ Kagami giggled, finally bringing both his feet up onto the bed, letting out a soft sigh. “Th-That was enough, r-rigth?” Kuroko blinked, looking at Kagami with wide eyes. Kagami felt fear settling in his bones. “W-What now?”
“Put your feet back down, Kagami-Kun. I have an idea.”
“What?!” 
Kuroko jumped off the bed and sat on the floor next to Nigou, looking up at Kagami. Kagami hesitantly lowered his feet back and he gasped when Kuroko grabbed his right ankle and stripped his foot from its sock. 
“H-Hey! W-What are you- ah! W-Wahahait, dohohon't! Ahahahagh!”
Kagami saw how Kuroko gently tapped Nigou's nose and then the ball of his foot, making his leg jump slightly, but Kuroko held his ankle firmly, especially when Nigou pressed his wet nose back against his sole, causing him to shriek and giggle as the puppy nibbled at the bare skin, his tongue going between his toes, making him cringe. 
“Stahahap!” 
“Kagami-kun, this is a good way to make you stop being scared. Look how much you're laughing thanks to Nigou. It must be really fun,” Kuroko said, perhaps a bit too proud of himself. “You both are bonding by laughter, which is perfect. Nigou seems to also be loving tickling you- ah, hold still, please.”
Kagami used his other foot to push Kuroko's hand away from his ankle, but was surprised when he put both his feet in an armlock and raked his blunt nails along Kagami's socked sole while Nigou nibbled playfully at his toes. Kagami threw his head back, his body falling on top of the bed as he squirmed and arched his back, pulling at his trapped feet. 
“Y-Yohohou s-sahahaid N-Nigou! W-Why ahare you t-tihihickling me t-toohoho?! STAHAP!”
“I'm also trying to help you get used to Nigou, of course. If I'm tickling you too, you'll know nothing bad will happen, Kagami-kun.”
Oh, shit. That made lots of sense, Kagami thought and so, he had no other option but to stay still as best as he could as Kuroko’s fingers scribbled up and down his sole. Scratching the hypersensitive skin under his toes and even tickling in between them, making him cackle and tear up. On the other hand, Nigou had found a terrible ticklish spot on the arch of Kagami's foot and as if he knew it was driving him crazy, He decided to nibble on the delicate skin, causing Kagami to bang his fists against the bed. Tears of laughter running down the sides of his face. 
“F-Fihine! FIHIHINE! J-Juhust a breheheak! Plehehease!” 
Kuroko finally let go of his feet and Kagami went limp on the bed, giggling softly as he tried to calm down his breathing and get rid of the tingles in his feet… and also clean up all traces of Nigou's tongue with his sock. 
“Kagami-kun? Kagami-kun, how are you feeling?” Kuroko asked, poking Kagami on the side, making him squeal. “Look.” 
Kagami raised his head and he saw Nigou sitting on his stomach. His initial response was to throw the poor animal away, but… for how long has he been sitting there? And how come he didn't feel Kuroko placing him on top of him? 
“Oh…,” he said breathlessly, blinking a couple of times at Nigou's smile. “I… see…” 
“You did very well today, Kagami-kun. Congratulations!” Did it actually work? Was he not afraid of dogs anymore? “Now-” 
“E-Eh?! Ah! What- wait! G-Get out of the-thehehere! Nohoho!” 
“We just need to make sure that you really are less afraid,” Kuroko said, his hand lifting the hem of Kagami's shirt for Nigou to venture under, his wet nose pressing against his ribs and tummy and side, making him laugh and laugh all over again. “So more bonding by laughter is needed.”
Perhaps Kuroko and Nigou had really cured his fear? Well, he has to take it easy, maybe it hasn't cured his fear of all the dogs in the world, but at least with Nigou it has and, he had to admit it, it had been really fun. 
“AHAHAHA! Nohohot you t-tohoo, K-Kuhuhuroko!” 
“Don't worry, it's all to help you, Kagami-kun.”
Yeah, this truly was fun. 
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