#i knew i had to get it done TONIGHT or i wouldnt have had the energy to do it for ages

[thedivineden]

Bunny

pairing: Katuski Bakugo x Hybrid!reader

genre: smut (fluff if you squint)

words: 3.4k

notes: bunny hybrid reader, breeding, covert intentions, pet/owner dynamic

Taking you in was no problem for the young bustling hero. He didn’t have a girlfriend and only hung out with his friend. Whenever he wasn’t at work or with his friends, he’s at home with you.

“Katsukii~, can you help me please?”

If anyone were to ask, he would take being at home with you over any of that any day. Maybe it’s because he secretly wants something to take care of. Katuski rolls out of the bed happily putting his slippers on. You can hear him shuffle down the hall and you’re soon met with an half-naked Katsuki with an annoyed look etched across his face.

“Why the fuck are you on the counter?” and there you were, cotton tail peaking out of your booty shorts slightly with each twitch. Your floppy brown ears are sticking out of one of your many custom made bonnets Katsuki had to order for you.

“The better question is why the fu-fuck is everything so high up? I’ve been here for months and I still need your help to get a plate” He finds your attempts to adopt his cussing habits adorable “watch it bunny, you still need my help plus why wouldnt you want me doing everything for you? Stay in a pets place.” As he’s saying all this he’s lifting you off the counter and commanding you to wrap your legs around his waist — naturally you obey. The feeling of your silky legs and arms draped around his large body makes him warm inside. “I’m not your pet..” he can hear you mumble this slightly resting your head on his shoulder.

Katsuki scoffs and uses his free hand to grab a plate for you. “You’re such a brat, you were just on my lap yesterday eating carrots out of my hands.” He can see your tail twitch quickly up and down then stand straight up. “I am not a brat nor a pet! You’re so mean” Even when you try to unlatch your legs, his other arm is still firm around your waist. “Why don’t I finish up in here and we’ll have breakfast in bed” you dangle for a moment then shake your head yes in response prompting the young man to place you on the ground gently.

Just like that he can see your body relax again, grabbing his hand you pull him down planting a wet kiss on his cheek. You walk back to the room tail twitching happily behind. You can hear him laugh as you climb back into bed waiting for your master. An hour later, he’s coming in toting a tray full of pancakes, carrots, juice, and bacon. You two enjoy breakfast together with Katsuki hand feeding you damn near everything and smacking your hand away every time you attempt to feed yourself. Per usual, after any meal, you were fast asleep giving Katsuki enough time to get ready for work.

The moment katsuki buckles his garter you were up asking him where he is going. He could hear the sad tone in your voice and turns around to see your famous pout that makes him weak.

“I was called in bunny, I have to go.” Grabbing the now empty tray off the nightstand katsuki exits the room setting the tray on the counter to wash the dishes. You round the corner with the same pout and sad tone “Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay just this once?” he can see the tears threatening to spill and this is when he knew he had to go before you pity your way to him staying. You follow him all the way to the front door where his boots lay.

“I have to go, I promise I’ll be back early tonight” he slips on heavy boots and places a kiss on your forehead when he is done. Upon arriving to his hero agency he spots an all familiar red and yellow combo standing in front of his building catering to the many employees who’ve gathered around them. “What the fuck are you two doing here?” The moment they hear the booming blondes voice they’re parting through the sea of employees who now seem to be scrambling away from their ferocious boss.

“Oh come on kacchan! You gotta admit you’re a bit excited to be working with us” Katsuki couldn’t admit to enjoying the presence of his friends but he definitely didn’t protest having the young men by his side. Todays assignment is simple just patrolling the city where civilians seem to become wary of their hero’s. “We went earlier while waiting for you but they won’t even talk to us” Eijiro says following being his friend.

“We’re just going to interview some citizens today, outside of our uniforms” Katsuki immediately turns around already disapproving of this decision. ”Why would we do that?” His friends look at eachother as if they were trying to telepathically speak to eachother about who is going to tell him the obvious. ”Katsuki..bud..youre not the most..inviting person. Being outside of your uniform is less..threatening to the citizens” he eyes the young blonde. Katsuki scoffs at his statement and replies, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Upon patrolling Katsuki noticed how skittish or disgusted the town folks were towards them. “It’s kinda nice” Eijiro says, “Not being bombarded by fans or interviewers that is..not the fact that they practically run away from us whenever we get too close.” Katsuki gives him a stern look prompting him to laugh and walk ahead to talk to a woman approaching with what seems to be her boyfriend or husband. Denki and Katsuki stay behind watching the red head engage with the two pedestrians. The conversation seems to be going well, the woman is happily conversing with Eijiro while the her boyfriend stands off to the side. Katsuki notices the way her boyfriend is visibly upset, his fist are balled, face frowned, and his stance is directly adjacent to Eijiro.

That’s when he notices a crowd slowly forming around them. He doesn’t understand how the pedestrians who were at first minding their business and practically running from the bustling hero’s are now creeping up slowly and almost inconspicuously. “We need to leave. NOW.” The volume of Katsuki voice seems to activate the creeping citizens. Before they knew it hundreds of pedestrians were coming out of alleyways and on top of buildings brandishing their powers and weapons catching the men by surprise. Eijiro is quick to join his friends again “where the fuck did all these people come from?” Katsuki doesn’t even answer he’s too busy silently cursing at himself and the men who dragged him on this suicide mission.

“I thought not wearing our hero suits would help!” Denki states as he lightly releases bolts to push the groups back. “You dumbass, uniforms or not they were going to attack regardless.” Katsuki doesn’t give them a chance to touch him and he doesn’t hesitate to blast them back. This ordeal lasted 4 hours, Denki and Eijiro especially had a hard time due to trying to ‘talk it out and explain’ with citizens who had no plans on discussing anything with them.

It seems like everything is pissing Katsuki off today from taking this busted ass assignment to Kaminari nearly getting fried to death. He just needs some solace and that’s exactly what you were at the moment. “Bunny, come here. Let’s play” he could see your tail twitch behind you excitedly as you happily run over to him. The only thing he could focus on is your breast and your fat brown nipples peeking through your white top.

“What are we going to play today?” you say excitedly standing in front of him. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your luminous brown skin paired with your fluffy white shorts and a tank top that is definitely too small for you now but hugs your tits just right. Katsuki can feel the blood start to flow below making his dick jump and twitch just at the sight of you in front of him. “Katsukiii~ what are we going to play?” You sit in his lap shuffling to put your legs on opposing sides placing you face to face with your owner.

“You’ve been spacing out since you’ve been home, why?” Your cotton tail is still swinging behind you causing a bit of friction between you two below. “I just had a bad day sweetie, let’s play.” His fingers glide along your side masking the heinous intentions he has in place. See Katsuki has a slight obsession with tickling you, your first week there Katsuki tickled you so much you peed on him a little. To this day he teases you about ‘pissing on his thigh’ “Why are you running from me already? I haven’t said start yet so you know what that means” you shake your head alarm bells start to ring in your head. Attempting to shake out his embrace you say “Katsuki I don’t want to play! You’re trying to tickle me!“

The young man rolls his eyes at you and says “Let’s change locations, I don’t want to be on this shitty couch anymore” you turn your head at his statement because he was the one pitching a fit about the couch being from a specific brand. Before you could answer there he is lifting you off the couch throwing you over his shoulder striding to the bedroom. “You know I can walk by myself-“ he interrupts your talking with a hard slap on your ass. Your tail starts to shake in his face aggressively and the kicks you were delivering to his abdominal made him laugh. “Alright alright! I’m sorry!”

Upon reaching the room Katsuki is quick to throw you on the bed and trap you under him so you don’t try to run. “I’ll be quick bunny, I swear” he starts kneading at your sides softly maintaining his piercing gaze which definitely contrast the mood he’s trying to set with you. “Fineee, but when I say stop, you have to stop! I don’t want to pee again!” he gives you a star winning grin feeling his fingers trail up your sides slowly then quickly attacks them. You burst in a fit of laughter immediately feeling his fingers trail up to your armpit. Instinctively locking your arms scrambling to get away from your handsy attacker. “Alright Katsuki !!! I can- I cant!”

He lets go of the hold he has on you smiling at the way you snort and cringe under him. He loves watching you. “Round two sweetie?” He doesn’t even let you answer as he starts attacking your sides and armpits again. The tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you shuffle under him noticing something poking and prodding you below. In between your laughter you say “Katsuki!! You’re poking me!!” He can feel the wave of embarrassment wash over him but god the way you were grinding under him felt heavenly. “Let’s try something else bunny” His fingers ghost down your torso slightly, you’re anticipating a tickle attack but instead they slip under your shorts.

You’re wide eyed at this point grabbing his wrist from traveling any further. “What are you doing?” he uses his free hand to cup your chunky cheeks and with sincerity in his eyes he says “I just need your help with something bunny but let me help you first”. You shyly nod at him, releasing the grip you had on him in order to let his fingers explore you.

Towering over you his eyes don’t leave yours, it’s as if he’s trying to record this moment to memory. Katsuki uses his middle and ring fingers to tease your slit and stops at your now sensitive bud to gently massage circles into it. A new sensation starts to take over you — your ears are hot and for once seem to irritate you as they stick to your now hot body. “I’m hot suki~” your whiny tone paired with you saying the cute as nickname you gave him, makes the front of his boxers tight. He didn’t hesitate to remove his hand to lift your heavy bottom to take off your shorts.

“Do you want to take your top off too?” His voice is so sweet and soft in a different way which seems to go straight below causing an uncomfortable headache like experience. “Yes please” Instead of being normal he decides to rip your top down the middle so you don’t have to sit up. “Sukiii why would you do that?” He shrugs in response you notice his attention is on your naked form and for once you realize the difference between you two. You jump up scooting away from Katsuki in order to cover yourself with one of the many pillows behind you. “I-I don’t want to be the only one naked..” he laughs at your omission, steps out of bed slipping out of his only piece of clothing. Springing out is his beautiful shaft, long and thick just like the carrots he feeds you. “Staring is rude. if you want to lick c’mere” you crawl over to the end of bed where he is standing proudly as his member twitches in front of your face. You sit on your knees looking up at him nervously prompting him to massage your ears past your curls. Anytime he does this you turn into putty. You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft making his dick jump in response, intrigued you move closer lolling your tongue out to lick his red mushroom tip.

Katsuki is struggling to let you explore on your own the little licks you were doing just wasn’t enough. “Open your mouth bunny and suck your cheeks in” you obey his command instantly “yeah just like that” his hands slide to the back of your head lacing his fingers through your curls. “Breathe through your nose.” He doesn’t expect a response just obedience. He starts by pushing you all the way down his shaft slowly groaning at how warm and wet your mouth is. Most importantly, he is loving how easy this is coming to you his hands have abandoned the back of your head and have now found a grip on your ears again.

He could see you shuffling almost humping the bed as you bob your head faster. The louder he became the more your body reacted. “Mmmm deeper bunny~” you hum in response causing his hips to buck in response pushing the rest of his shaft in. Katsuki takes over after this, he’s using your ears to bob your head faster on his cock. You inhale sharply to keep up with the brutal pace as spit bubbles start to form in the corners of your mouth. You can feel his member throbbing in your mouth and a low long groan escape his lips then you felt a warm liquid squirts down your throat. “Shit! I’m sorry- I meant to pull out” he lets go of your ears allowing you to finally pull away from him coughing up whatever didn’t go down your esophagus.

His dick is still point at you but now covered in saliva and cum. You were still shuffling on the bed disgusted by the wetness that has soaked the spot where you sit. “Tell me what you feel bunny, so suki~ can help” he says his nickname as you would when trying to be sweet. “It hurts suki” tears fall from your eyes and he’s by your side instantly “Hey, hey, it’s okay! You’re okay, I’ll make you feel better” he prompts you to the top of the bed and lay on your back.

You listen to the young man and he centers himself between your legs making sure to soothe any anxiety you had about the predicament. “It’ll be okay bunny, It’ll hurt at first but I promise you’ll feel good” he angels his hips with yours feeling his now-throbbing member glide along your drenched folds making the headache below more intense. “Suki please~” your body feels like it’s on fire and it seems like every slow agonizing hump is going to send you over the edge.

He finally lines up with your hole after grinding two more times. “Tell me if it hurts, okay ?” You shake your head in response and he pulls away. You start to whine and reach your arms out to catch him but you were too slow. “I need you to say it bunny” you look up at him and say “I promise Katsuki, can you please hurry!” He laughs at your eagerness placing one of his arms on the side of your head to hold himself up while he lines his tip to your soaking hole. Slowly he pushes in trying to judge whether you were enjoying this.

Your nose is twitching feverishly and he can feel you uncomfortably shift under him. “Does it hurt?” Katsuki is breathless above you which you’ve only seen him like this after a workout or a long day. It feels nice to make him like this. “Only a little but I’m fine! I swear!” He eyes you cautiously but continues to push the rest of his shaft inside. He isn’t sure how long it’s been since he’s been with someone but he knows they will never compare to you after this. The way you’re inviting him in should be illegal.

Katsuki could feel the stress of today melt away looking down at you in your most natural state. Once your moan falls onto his ears he’s on you caging you under him, arms on both sides of your head. “I see you’re used to it now” every word he speaks sounds breathy and desperate you wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper soliciting a whiny cry from you. “Don’t worry babe, I got you” his pace is slow at first gradually picking up speed with every moan and grunt that fills the room. The pressure that was building below hasn’t stopped but it’s no longer painful. Your moans were soon muffled by a passionate and sweet kiss paired with the restless pace he adopted is making you drunk.

Katsuki wants to swallow and suck every moan and bit of pleasure he can from you. His hands are no longer holding him up but sliding up the back of your thighs stopping behind your knees. “Let me see that cotton tail” he pushes your legs forward spreading them to each side of your head “wait suk-“ he doesn’t hesitate to push his member back into your sticky walls groaning at the feeling. He’s a lot deeper than he was before your legs and tail twitch at the pressure that is building in your womb. He tries to give you time to become accustomed to this new position but every thrust threatens his composure and his impending release. “Yo- You’re such a good girl” and thats what sends you over, you can feel the tension below burst as a wave of pleasure washes over you. “Suki~ faster..please!”

How could he every say no to you? He doesnt answer letting his hips slam into you at a brutal pace. His eyelids were heavy and paired with the sound of your moans he cant control himself. “M’gonna fill you up. You’re such a good bunny, squeezing my dick like this. M’gonna give you what you want”.

The grip he had on you is shaky and his dick convulses uncontrollably inside of you before filling you with warmth. This is the first time you’ve ever seen Katsuki lose his composure and it is beautiful. He doesnt pull out immediately instead he lets your legs go, falling on each side of him, he leans down and places a passionate kiss on your lips. “I didn’t mean to be rough, I’m sorry bunny.” Yo

Your nose twitches and you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in for another kiss. He pulls out of you prompting you to wince in response and just like that he’s at your lying at your side. “I love you” he pulls you close wrapping you in his muscular arms “I love you too Suki.” cuddling up next to him you can feel the activities from tonight wearing you out. Soon you two were asleep holding one another.

[paiges-1vur]

pt. 1. | from across the crowd.. as always, enjoy loves <3 *prologue posted* 🏀⚡️🪩

“what.. you guys, why are you all looking at me like that!” my words led to only more strange looks. my friends all sat around me, mouths open. “tiff. oh my gosh. are you joking!” my friends all start bombarding me with insults and “i can’t believe you’s”

i seriously had no clue this girl even existed until my friends had shown me her.. ten minutes before the game started. while i didn’t even know of her existence, my friends seemed to know her whole life story.

“okay guys but should i put it on?” i ask the group around me. i mean, i was genuinely cold. i had goosebumps forming on my arms and legs from how cold it was in the stadium. i should have noticed something was off when i left my apartment and nobody else was in going out clothes.

my closest friend madisen, who also seemed to know the most about paige encouraged me to put it on. “she wouldn’t have given it to you if she didn’t want you to wear it.. right?” she says shrugging. i slowly pull the hoodie over my head, immediately feeling warmed up.

the hoodie says uconn basketball on it, and has paiges number and last name on it. im immediately flooded by her scent. she smells… really good. like a mix of musk, wood, and smoke. as the rest of the game plays out all i can think about is the fact that i’m wearing her hoodie. i didn’t want the moment to ever end. but it unfortunately did when the buzzer sounded and Uconn was announced the winner.

me and my friends decided to stick around after the game for a little while. they got up to throw out our trash, and empty drink cans while i tried to find paige. i wanted to thank her for lending me her hoodie. its the least i could have done.

as i get up to search for paige, i see her walk out of the locker room.. and walking up to me. she was smiling, standing in front of me, practically towering over me. to be fair, i am 4’11 but that is only due to terrible genetics, and a very short mother. “hey” is all she says, but its enough to make my heart beat faster.

“hey, your name is… paige right?” i say to her smiling innocently, pausing before saying her name, not sure if i had remembered it totally correctly. honestly i could forget my own name right now if she asked me for it. she laughs slightly before responding, “yea thats my name, you remember me?”

I try to play it cool. “well my friends wouldnt shut up about you the whole game” i say laughing. “i didnt even know who you were before i got here.. well they dragged me here, and then almost killed me when i didnt know who you were. long story” i say, trying to explain the crazy night i’ve had. she laughed harder than me, surprised at my confession. “oh.. so you’re telling me you just showed up here, not even knowing who i was?”

im slightly embarrassed, and i hope its not showing on my cheeks. “well.. I’ve never been a fan of basketball, so my friends knew i wouldnt come to the game. they told me we were going out to the bars tonight, and dragged me here. that’s why i was wearing such a… revealing outfit before you gave me your hoodie. bad outfit planning on my part. and yea to be honest i had never heard of you in my life” I try to explain clearly, but I’m not even sure if i believe this all happened in one night.

“oh, wow so you really had no idea who i was?” she sounds almost surprised at this fact. “no.. not really, why?” I say, a slight bit confused. i wonder if i should have known her.

“oh, here’s your hoodie, by the way” i say, pulling it off and folding it into my hands. im now left in ny old outfit. my jean mini skirt and Uconn tank top leave quite frankly, little to the imagination. im not very proud of how i look in this moment, but the least i can do is give paige her hoodie back. “nah, don’t worry about it you can keep it. you look..” her eyes roam my body quickly, “cold anyway. and it looks better on you than me.” i smile at her and slip it back on. the hoodie reaches my mid thigh, its so oversized. “thank you so much- again im so sorry i didn’t know the stadiums were so.. cold oh my gosh.” i say laughing.

she laughs too, looking down at me and smiling. she bites her lip, like shes thinking hard about something before she speaks again. “can i, ask you a question?” im suddenly intrigued why paige bueckers would want to ask me a question but i bite. “yea sure, go ahead.” i say smiling at her, awaiting her next words.

“you probably have a boyfriend.. right?”

[rdiowx]

Day Twenty; tentacles w alien gerard

Ftm reader so afab reader but like im not good at explaining shit during but Its ftm reader i swear 🥳

Warnings: so basically gerards penis is actually a tentacle. No plot just porn. Like almost no dialogue i suck at it, short but i had to post it today like i said (technically yesterday its 12:02am

Being in a relationship with an alien is probably the weirdest thing thats happened to you in your life. You know besides walking past the bathroom one day to see him half naked and finding out that aliens didnt have regular penises (or human decency). Maybe the weirdest part was fucking him against the bathroom sink like you were now. His fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you, you trying to hold your balance on the porcelain of the sink. Aliens seemed to be a lot stronger, have more stamina, the way he was fucking you was definitely inhuman. You could feel his cock moving inside of you, the feeling was different but it was a good different.

All you could hear was the sound of your bodies and the occasional object falling on the sink. Gerards noises in your ear his whines and grunts growing louder. Every time you tightened around him you could feel his grip tighten and his breath grow heavier than it was before. Gerard cursed under this breath and threw his head back as you bit into his neck to muffle your moans. You cut him off by squeezing around him as he tried to speak, “Don’t do that, please- im much more sensitive than you are-“ he cut his sentence off with a half moan half sob.

You smiled at his sounds, almost sadistically as you kept up your torture he eventually started reciprocating your acts onto you. It was like his cock knew all of your spots and how to hit them cause it didnt take long for you to come undone. You felt sorta bad since he hadn’t cum yet, you sunk down to your knees after regaining your breath. The cold tiles on your knees providing some sort of aid to your full body heat. Gerard looked down at you confused before you took him in your hand and brought him to your mouth. His hands quickly found purchase where your hands were not long before on the sink to keep himself stable.

It felt weird, it didnt feel bad but the way it almost had a mind of its own in itself was weird, occasionally it would shove itself farther down your throat causing you to gag before Gerard apologized. Your hands were now perched on his thighs, slick with sweat. You occasionally dug your fingernails into them when his cock found its way a little farther than comfortable. Gerard was lost in pleasure, one of his hands moving to tangle in your hair as he worked his cock down your throat, not even bothering to apologize anymore.

It didnt take him long to release down your throat at that point, already having been close enough while he was fucking you. He tasted different, still bitter and salty but with a flavor you havent tasted before. Maybe it was an alien thing that you wouldnt never get, you wouldnt know what they called it but you knew that you weren’t done for tonight, you both did. Especially as Gerard picked you up to carry you to your shared bedroom, muttering something under his breath about not being done with you.

[sucker4sixx]

Promises

Recycled from 2023!

Plot: unlike def leppard nikki makes promises he cannot keep

Warnings: mental breakdown, smut

Another friday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for nikki, he was always disappearing to have a drink with his band but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it.

Again.

You cooked you both a huge chilli, his favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8pm. You ass was getting sore from the uncomfortable wooden seat that you waited on and the candles where halfway done. Yeah sure you where nervous but its not exactly like hes done anything wrong, theres still time for him to arrive. You thanked the stars you put the plastic containers over the plates or otherwise they would be cold.

8:30. You where growing impatient, the tight black dress you wore starting to itch. No matter how much you checked your phone you wouldnt call him. Its his job to keep a promise. He is an adult.

8:50. Tears started growing in your eyes "ten minutes nikki. You got ten more minutes" you whispered to yourself.

8:51...

8:52...

8:53...

8:59 *ping* your phone buzzed

Contact name: "nikki"

"Hay baby foing to be a lirtle late back hime tonight, lobe you so much x"

That same message you got almost every second day, your eyes pouring of tears now.

"Fuck you."

Not exactly mature but your brain was racing and it was all you could muster up. Instead of doing what you would usually do, cry in your bed. You picked up the two, well made, plates of food and threw them on the ground.

Screaming all hell. The wine glasses filled with that extremely expensive wine he bought you? Smashed against the wall. You would crush the candles but they had already completely melted.

Your phone rang and rang as you lay on the kitchen floor covered in cold chilly, pieces of glass from the wine glasses leaving tiny scars on your arms. Anyone wouldve thought you where manic, but you thought this was too tame compared to how he really made you feel. You cried your eyes out as if you had no neighbours and you where in the planet completely alone, thats how you felt anyways.

10pm, you didnt move from your position, the melt down slowing but the crying becoming more dramatic.

"How could he do this to me? Im such a great girlfriend. I cook home made meals, i dont expect much of him" you though, only seeing red.

*click*

You look over to see nikki standing at the door way, looking at you like you where some sort of monster "babe? Ive been calling you like crazy! What have you done!" He scolded you, walking towards the 'crime scene' as few might describe it. "You have no fucking right to be scolding me!" You screamed back, standing up, feeling light headed from crying and screaming so much "every week, i slave in the kitchen over you" you pointed to the chilli on the ground "baby i promise ill come home tonight you just go cook a fucking meal that will take you fucking hours so that i can stand you up!" You mocked him. You walked towards him slowly, grabbing onto his shirt leaving it covered in chilli "ive fucking had it with you nikki" you said weakly, crying "i-" "dont talk to me right now" you walked upstairs, a trail of chilli staining the white carpet.

You ran a shower and locked the bathroom door so that he couldnt come in. The water pelting against you as you sat down made the feeling go away, the deep feeling of being stabbed in the back. After your long shower you got out and put on your pjs that thank god you remembered to take them in and dried your hair with the hairdryer that sat on the counter.

*knock knock*

You turned round to look at the door where the knocks came from. "Honey?" god he knew you loved when he called you that "what is it, nikki?" "Let me in please" he winced, almost like he was crying "i cant" he just huffed and sat against the door "i know i failed you multiple times" you sat against the door too feeling your eyes tear up "but god if you only knew how much i love you. God if only i could show you then youd know forever" "nikki ive heard it before. Your never going to change" you heard him crying softly "baby please" he pawed at the door, the alcohol becoming more evident. You reluctantly opened the door and he looked up at you like a lost kitten, propping himself up with one hand, eyes bright red and puffy. You both stayed still for a minute untill you got onto your knees, his gorgeous eyes scanning your face for your next move. Softly you kissed him and he brought his hand up to hold your face.

Without warning nikki slowly started backing you up onto the floor, his other hand behind your head. When you where fully on the ground, his hands traveled down to your pj pants to pull them down to your ankles while you undid his tight leather jeans. Soon you where both stripped as nikki sat inbetween your legs, kissing you on the neck making you whimper softly. He grabbed onto your hands tight "please dont leave me baby" he whispered, your hand coming up to tangle your fingers in his hair making him whimper too. He sat up, left arm resting by your head, legs spreading yours to give him more access and his right hand holding his dick. He dragged his tip through your folds painfully slow, knowing how to tease you right "nikki hurry up!" You laughed, you laughter was cut off by a gasp as he pushed into you. He moved down slowly since there was no foreplay, both groaning as he did so "fuck honey, your so tight"

You grabbed him into a tight hug as he finally got right into you, stopping to let your pussy adjust. "Are you okay baby?" You pulled him back in, making his dick go in further, you moan softly "i missed you" as a response nikki started moving out of you and moving back in before he was fully out. Your back arched on the cold tiles as nikkis pace quickened, still in a tight hug. He peppered your face with kisses making your face blush even more"im so sorry baby, im so sorry" he mumbled speeding up, your sweat mixing and the sound of his skin hitting yours becoming louder. You trailed your tongue up his neck making him moan and rest his forehead head on the cold tiles. You brought your hand down to play with your clit noticing that nikki was unintentionally getting more out of it than you, your other hand coming up to tug on his black scruffy hair.

Five minutes later he started thrusting sloppily and you felt the knot in your tummy tighten as he started to hit the g spot, you let out a loud moan and nikki figured you out, pushing in and out harder the exact way he did making you almost cry his name "baby...im going to cum" you winced feeling your vision blur and nikkj picked up his pace"let yourself go honey, cum around me" it was odd not hearing nikki swear and dirty talk but then again it was odd having soft sex and even odder having it on the bathroom floor. Your thighs shook as you felt the knot undo. Nikki moaning loudly when he felt you tighten around him "oh fuck baby, where should i cum" "on my chest" with that he pulled out fast and pumped himself a few times, making deep eye contact.

After a second or two his warm cum splatted on your tummy and rolled down your sides, he let out a struggled moan, hanging his head low.

None of you moved for a minute or two. Your back lay against the cold tiles gasping for air and nikki stayed between your legs gasping too. Both covered in sweat. Eventually he got some toilet paper and cleaned you both up, after, he picked you up carefully and carried you bridal style into the bedroom laying you down gently, no words spoken at all. "Are you alright darling?" He looked down at you "i just need you to be here then ill be alright" you felt your eyes tearing up, he got in next to you, staring at you sympathetically "ill be home tomorrow night i swear on it, ill try even harder" you couldnt help but frown, hearing the same speech again and again was getting tiring "yeah." "what did i say?"

"What you say every day" he stopped to think for a minute "ill try harder this time, ill tell mick. You know him he wont let me stay i swear, I want to be better for you baby i mean it" you felt your cheeks glow but stopped yourself from thinking of any change actually happening.

Saturday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for nikki, he was always disappearing to have a drink with his band but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it. Again.

You cooked you both a spaghetti, your favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8pm. You ass was getting sore from the uncomfortable wooden seat that you waited on and the candles where halfway done. Yeah sure you where nervous but its not exactly like hes done anything wrong, theres still time for him to arrive. You thanked the stars you put the plastic containers over the plates or otherwise they would be cold. No matter how much you checked your phone you wouldnt call him. Its his job to keep a promise. He is an adult.

8:30. Tears started growing in your eyes again *CLICK*

"hey baby im home!"...

[f1zzlest1ckzz]

hoping to hit you somewhere vital

word count : 1.6k

pairing : lightfog (nick lightbearer, foggy jack/jack worthing)

warnings : violence (stabbing, blood mention), substance abuse mentions, non-consensual restraint, just a general non-con warning

extra : nick gets backed into a corner by jack, quite literally. i wouldnt call this smut but it has that sort of feel, so, i'd say be cautious if you're uncomfortable with that sort of thing.

Nick had developed this habit since he rose to stardom. He would get so high he couldn't think, more than most wellies on just Joy. Days, weeks, months would blur together. It was more than the usual amnesia, and he felt content in it, like a bath so hot it could burn your skin. You'd feel safe despite the melting heat.

This habit, however, had not only made his memories blurred, but caused complete blackouts at times. He'd be in one place and wouldn't remember how he got to the next, ruining that content feeling he once had. He couldn't just stop, he just had to find a compromise. In the meantime, though, he'd have to deal with the occasional mental haze.

Tonight, he'd woken up in some alley on the other side of town. “What the fuck…..?” he let out a breathy exclamation, pushing himself off the cobbles with his hands. It seemed like he had been left there, oddly enough. Once he was able to find his balance, he brushed himself off and patted at his pockets. Nothing. Great. He growled, analysing the floor for any discarded Joy. He wasn't coming down off a high or anything, thank God, he just liked to have it on hand. ‘Just in case.’

There wasn't any there either.

He sighed, leaning back against the wall and looking up at the flowery sky between the roofs above him. It was supposed to be dark, it just looked like it was soapy and fluorescent to Nick, due to God knows what he was on. The bricks were cold and damp against his hands, wetting the back of his jacket as he leant against them. He didn't feel like it had been raining, it more felt like he was leaning against a window with condensation, which… didn't make sense? 

There was also an odd moisture in the air that seemed to surround him, a sort of smoke. He knew about the toxic fog that filled the streets at night, and it wasn't that. Or, maybe it was. It was after curfew, of course. On that topic, actually, there weren't any bobbies around. Nick thought for a moment, watching down the painted street beside him. Nothing.

Not a sound, not even the whistle of wind or the sound of someone's television's noise through a window. It all felt wrong… But, he was sure he was on Joy. The Village was never quiet like this, not even at night. 

Suddenly, another figure appeared beside Nick in the alley, laid against the bricks like he was. “Beautiful, isn't it?”

“OUHH-” Nick jumped, losing his balance again and almost falling to the ground, before the other caught his wrist.

“Careful, Mr. Lightbearer. Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, now, would we?” The man softly smiled an unnerving smile, and pulled Nick up a little, back to a standing position. “There, that's better.”

Nick froze up almost completely, like a deer in headlights. He knew this other man from something. From a show, a sound, a dream. He wasn't sure. Nick squinted a tad, looking the man up and down.

The darkly-dressed figure chuckled, “Ohh, you could just ask me, like a gentleman.”

“...Pardon?” Nick tilted his head, his left hand tugging at the cuff of the sleeve on his right arm. 

“Well,” he began to speak, Nick watching as if he was performing magic in front of him. “You're trying to figure out who I am, correct? As if we haven't met before, my dear?” He smiled again, closing his eyes. 

Why was he so affectionate? “Look, man. If we've… Y'know.” Nick looked away, trying to imply something sexual. “Done. Things. I don't want a part of it.” He awkwardly laughed, still avoiding eye contact and focussing on the road. 

Laughing along, the other man grabbed a hold of Nick's hands. He looked convinced that Nick wanted him to, despite him actually being sort of indifferent to it. “We have done nothing of the sort, my darling. I have just been keeping an eye on you, that's all. And!” He let go, taking a step back, “We have met before.” 

After saying this, he disappeared.

“The hell..??” Nick questioned, slowly stepping where the other once stood. Upon moving closer, though, his eyes felt hard to keep open, like he'd walked into the smoke of a burning building. His sight felt all fogged up, and he, instinctively, waved his hand in front of himself, hoping the fog would clear. Oh. Fog. Nick's memory returned to him, not clearly, but enough to know who was tormenting him.

Nick sighed, “Your games aren't funny, Jack.”

Jack appeared again, behind Nick this time, and pouted. Nick jumped again, making a noise and turning on his heels to face him. “You are no fun whatsoever.” The taller man complained, walking closer to Nick again, a smile slowly growing on his face. “You know,” 

Nick never enjoyed being near Jack. He always felt unsafe, like he had been thrown into the deep end of a pool without warning, or was bleeding out in front of a crowd. No one could save him except himself. He walked backwards the more the other did forwards, the pair of them quite close to eachother. “Uhhmn,,, I don't want to play, Jack.” Nick said, voice sounding shaky, but trying to sound assertive.

“Ssshh…” Jack seemed to be waiting for something as the two of them walked. He was backing Nick into a dead end, he knew what he was doing. His dress shoes clacked against the floor as he herded the other man towards the back wall, “This one will be fun, dear.”

Jack being even that slight bit taller than Nick was being used against him as they walked. Nick couldn't see the alley's exit getting further and further away, he couldn't figure out how far down they'd gone. Surely this alley wasn't much longer? 

With a loud clash of glass against stone, Nick almost slid on a bottle, making Jack move backwards and have to catch his love again. “Nick.” He whined, scolding the other like a disappointed parent, holding Nick's forearms as if they were the most precious and fragile things in the world. “What did I say about being careful? Silly boy.”

Letting go of Nick's right arm, Jack slid his hand down his left, firmly grabbing his wrist and pulling it above Nick's head. “AAGh--” Nick yelped like a pained animal, Jack's hand gently pushing his hips back up against the wall. 

Jack admired him for a moment. “Awwh,” He teased, brushing his hand up from Nick's hips, to his chest, and settling on his jaw. “You are adorable. Stay.” He softly commanded, pulling his right hand away from Nick's jaw.

“Mmn- I told you I don't-” 

“Ah- ah!” Jack tutted like he was telling off a dog, “No.” He smirked, pulling a knife from his back pocket. His signature cleaver, the one written about in the papers. 

“Hey, no, Jack- haha-” Nick laughed nervously, trying to pull away from the other man's grip. “I, uhm, don't want to play, hahaha--” His mask was becoming uncomfortable, making his faked smile look unnatural. He felt warm under it. He wished the wall behind him would move, would open some secret door he could slip through and away from Jack, but the bricks were going nowhere and neither was he.

“Oh, hush.” Jack scolded, getting closer to the other man, their chests almost against eachother. He caressed the smaller man once again, this time with the cleaver. He was ever so gentle with it, too. He wouldn't want to hurt the man, just to scare him. The fear was all part of the game. Killing was the end of it, but making them afraid was the fun.

Nick was shaking. “Please…” He begged Jack to not hurt him, becoming weak and stopping his struggling. He glared into Jack's eyes, looking angry, but tired. “Please, Jack.” 

“Ohhh,,,” Jack smiled again, adoring him. He pulled back his knife, Nick sighing a breath of relief. “There. Is that better?” He was making fun of him. Teasing was part of the fun, too, especially when it came to Nick. Jack would tease him relentlessly, writing cheeky (or, murderous) poems on post-it notes around Nick's home. Just teasing, all in good fun!

“..Yes. Th-” Nick had started talking, but it was cut short by the freezing feeling of a blade in his abdomen. “Gghhh,,” He cried, grabbing Jack's hand with the one he had free. 

“You see? Hah-ha!” Jack chuckled, “I told you it would be fun!” 

Nick whined, blood dripping from the wound. He couldn't respond, his vision was going blurry again, he felt like sobbing. He felt ill, would be a better way to describe it. He tried to focus on Jack, ignoring the blood as best he could. “Wwhh,,,” he tried his hardest to get a word out.

“Ssshhh, dear. You're alright..” Jack steadily pulled out the knife, putting his arm behind his back and wiping the blade against the back of his coat, then slipped it back into his back pocket. He put his hand over the injury, blood soaking into his white glove, then held Nick's cheek again, painting the blood onto him.

Nick was going to pass out with this madman. He couldn't. Weakly, of course, he started trying to pull away again, putting his hand over where he'd been stabbed. He whined, “Let goooo…” 

And, with that, he woke up at home, his middle aching like never before. “Ugghghh,,” He complained. This, too, was part of Jack's game. It gave him an excuse to look after Nick, to clean and stitch up his wounds, and softly put him to bed. So they weren't dreams?

He rolled over under the covers, trying to get comfortable around the ache, and noticed yet another note on the nightstand.

“Dear Nick,

I do hope you're healing alright. Last night's performance was careless, and I deeply apologise for it. I hope to see you again soon.

Yours unconditionally,

Your biggest fan.”

[catreginae]

All the chosen heroes had anxiety in some way.

It came with the trauma that the Golden Three made them go through during their adventures.

Out of everybody, Legend was the most anxious out of them all.

(Did Ravio count? Wasn't he technically a Link like they all were? If he did, then Legend is second most anxious, right behind Ravio)

Tonight only proved that he was an anxiety-riddled bastard.

The hotel was tranquil, a near insanity-driving quiet. Wind was asleep against Wild’s shoulder, who was also asleep himself. Four was pacing around the room, biting at his already short nails. Hyrule tended to Sky’s arm, the first hero’s arm bruised and still slightly bleeding. He had opted out of having any magic done to heal him, so instead Hyrule was stitching at the concerning number of fang marks that ran deep into his flesh.

He tried to focus on the book he had, yet the words would meld and bleed off the page, and nothing stuck. At this point, he was just trying to make himself look busy since he knew that if he tried to sleep it'd be a waste of time.

Time and Warriors had long since disappeared into the room adjacent to theirs. Legend had never seen Time carry another person like a sack of potatoes, but seeing him do it with Twi was amusing. He silently hopes he will never be in that position, because despite it being hilarious to witness it would most likely be horrifying to experience.

But now, Legend was trapped in his own thoughts once again. He couldnt help but stress over what could possibly be happening within that damned room.

Wars showed he was more than willing to turn any of them. That, even if they didnt want to be turned, he wouldnt care.

All of them could be turned, even Legend himself. Sure, Wars would get sick for a while if he did, but Legend wouldnt be spared if he did go on a tirade of turning them all.

And that made goosebumps creep up his spine.

Hell, he could be turning Time at this moment and they would all be none the wiser…

By the time Legend had stopped his futile attempt of reading, he noticed that only he and Sky were awake now. Hyrule had joined the cuddle pile Wind and Wild had going on, and from the one foot that stuck out from underneath Wind, so had Four.

“I wonder what happened on that page that made you look at it for thirty minutes.”

“Shut your trap, Sky.”

“You're overthinking things again, aren't you?”

A hand ruffled his hair, and Legend looked up to see Sky. He was smiling, albeit weakly, at the other.

“No, what are you talking about?”

“You know what I mean. You think Warriors will do something to harm us now that Twilight is just like him.”

Damn it, how is it that Sky can always read him like an open book? It’s as if he doesn't need to try.

“Okay, maybe I am. But could you blame me? He turned Twi without him saying yes to it, so who knows if he won't do the same to all of us?”

“I have a feeling that he won't. This is Wars we are talking about, not some psychopath who finds enjoyment in hurting others. And even if he would, he wouldn't turn us unless it was his only choice.”

“But he turned Twilight!”

“Because he was dying.”

“You're acting like this is acceptable! It doesn’t change the fact that he turned him…”

Sky simply chuckles, as he mindlessly picks at the bindings on his arm.

“No, no it doesn't. But we are now going to have to get used to it. There isn't a way to revert vampirism, last I checked.”

A sigh escapes past Legend’s lips, and he holds his head in his hands. He couldn't believe Sky was acting so calm! Everybody else was on edge, and he was being too optimistic. He was the one who got attacked out of everybody…

A set of bandages falls to the floor, and Legend almost yells.

“Put those back on! Your wounds aren't healed!”

“That they are not, very good observation,”

Sky says sarcastically, which makes Legend stutter slightly. It wasn’t often that he would act so jokingly, even if he was now digging into the stitched-up wounds he had.

“Stop that. It’ll get infected.”

But Sky just shrugs as he finally digs deep enough into the stitching to draw blood again.

“At least Twi won't have to worry about such wounds like these now. Do you think that bite wound he has from Dink will heal fully? Will it even scar?”

“Are you insane?”

“None of us are sane, Legend. The goddesses made sure of that.”

He continued prying at the stitching, making Legend grab his hand and yank it away.

“What is with you right now, Sky? You're acting strange.”

Blood clung to Legend’s hand, and as he saw that it was pooling from the wound Sky reopened.

“Please, tell me you understand why I am doing this.”

“No, can't say I know why you're undoing all the hard work Hyrule did to clean you up.”

Sky shushes Legend, looking around the room for a second. Nothing but the soft blowing of the wind outside can be heard.

“I'm testing something. Notice how there isn't any fighting or shuffling from the room where Twi is? I would've thought that the scent of my blood would get him going again.”

This crazy bastard…

“You are either stupid or insane, and I'm starting to think it's both.”

“I'm trying to get you to realize that just because Twi is now a vampire, he isn't going to attack anybody. And that whatever theory you had in your head of what Warriors could possibly be doing in there is also just your thoughts getting out of hand. Wars won't hurt anybody, so calm down.”

Legend can only sigh in frustration. Of course, Sky was trying to get him to realize everything would be okay, but it didn't help the paranoia he still had. It's not like he could just stop worrying about Wars possibly turning them all into bloodthirsty monsters!

“If I had a rupee for every time you overthink about something, we would be able to have our own rooms whenever we visit hotels.”

“Can it.”

“No, I won't “Can it.” You need to realize that you aren't going to become Wars or Twi’s pin cushion.”

“Who says that’s what I’m worried about?”

“Then what are you so ails you? I can't help if you don't tell me.”

Silence.

Neither of them said another word.

That same silence that had racked Legend’s mind had returned, and he just grumbled before burying his face into his hands.

“Fine. I'm worried that he’ll turn all of us eventually.”

“Is that really it? Legend, your worries are unwarranted. Even if the worst case is to come, I doubt Warriors would be enthusiastic about turning us. He looked so guilty when telling us what he’s done to save Twilight.”

‘That doesn't mean he won't. What if he decided that it would be best if he turned all of us even if we weren’t dying? We don't know how his fucked up vampire brain works!”

“You really think Time would allow that?”

“Who knows if he isn't turning Time right now?! It might explain why it's so silent in their room right now.”

“...”

Sky chuckles. It’s a soft, almost mocking laugh with how carefree it sounded. He just shakes his head, muttering to himself in his native tongue as he ruffles Legend’s hair again.

“Well, I suppose we don't know if that is the case. You’ll just have to figure it out in the morning, won't you?”

“You are a bastard, Sky.”

“I try to be. Now, get some sleep. If anything does happen just get myself or any of the others. You aren’t alone in this, so don't try to deal with it alone.”

He leaves the room without a second thought, leaving Legend all alone with his thoughts once more.

Only the soft snores of the other sleeping heroes can be heard, the rest of the world silent besides that.

Grabbing his forgotten book, Legend joins the cuddle pile himself. He lays so that his head is propped by Hyrule’s side, and not a second passes before Four sprawls himself over his abdomen.

He tosses his book aside, and allowed himself to drift off into sleep. His mind was still uneasy, but he’d rather at least get a few hours of sleep than none.

(It's like 2 am here and I had a random spark of creativity hit me. I am never getting sick again making up school work is horrible 😭. I hope you're having a good day ♥)

-❄ anon

Do you ever just want to shake some sense into somebody but also give them a hug?

Also, not going to lie, but I've also thought about at least having Warriors justify why he won't turn his buddies. Other vampires would be curious about why only one of these heroes is a vampire and not all of them if they're so important.

It's an interesting thing to explore which is why I appreciate all these so much. The idea of any other boys being vampires was something I would only do for a dream or something, so it's fun to see somebody else take that idea places.

also somebody remind me to link all these together

[karatekels]

Chef’s Kiss - Part 1

Original Prompt: (From dioswry on Ao3) I’d love for it to be kk3 Terry again! I want reader definitely to be innocent and inexperienced. I thought that they’d meet at some kind fancy rich event where she got invited for smth? and that at that time she’s also friends with Daniel so she knows that Terry’s currently training him (so she obviously thinks he’s a really good guy) She’s also interested in how the training goes so Terry invites her to watch them a few times and she’d fall for him in the process. though one day she’d visit without notice and see just how brutal, aggressive and different he can be with daniel, which scares her. wouldnt mind some dojo smut to happen at the end there hehe

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I’m happy to write this, especially for someone who gave me such a generous review of my previous Terry exploits! Sorry for the wait on this, and part 2 will be up shortly (I’m always more productive when I’m avoiding actual work I have to do!).

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“Will you hurry up and get dressed? We’re going to be late!” your mother snaps at you, a few plastic hair curlers still on her head. You groan in annoyance at her from where you were flopped on your bed, flipping through a stack of magazines.

“Ugh, why do I have to go?” you whine petulantly. You had had this fight with both of your parents a hundred times since the summer had started, and knew that arguing wouldn’t get you anywhere, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t want to join your family’s accounting firm, you never had, but from the moment you had finished college a few months ago, your parents had been breathing down your neck about it, and you were getting sick of it. The minute you had saved up enough from your restaurant job, you were out of here, and you couldn’t wait.

“It’s about time you start joining us in the real world, dear,” your mother says with a sigh, tossing the bag with your dress for the evening at you on the bed. You knew that your mom meant well, but you needed your independence, and refused to let them lead your life for you. Still, you suppose you could keep things civil, at least while you were still at home.

“Okay, mom. I’ll be out in a few minutes,” you concede, trying to keep your annoyance out of your voice. Your mom smiles at you, cupping your cheek fondly, careful not to muss your hair or smudge your makeup.

“Thank you, Y/N. I promise, it won’t be so bad. You could actually have fun!” she says encouragingly, leaving your room to finish her hair. Your smile fades as soon as her back is turned, and you close the door behind her. Sighing, you turn to your bed, unzipping the bag that contained your dress. It was a floor length, silk halter gown done in a deep purple, with sheer glittery fabric flowing down from your cinched waist. Well, at least you’d look nice, you thought to yourself, fingers running over the fabric fondly.

As you get dressed, you think wistfully about all the stuff you’d rather be doing tonight. Trying out something new in the kitchen that would maybe impress your boss enough to move you up from sous chef, hanging out at the beach, or learning karate moves from your new friend Danny LaRusso, who had promised to teach you some basic skills in exchange for bringing some sandwiches for lunch. Formal events in general weren’t your favourite thing, especially not with a bunch of rich strangers talking about businesses you didn’t care about. You grumble to yourself as you put your earrings on. This was going to be a long, boring night.

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You duck behind a rose bush at the sound of approaching voices, trying to remain hidden. You had been at the event for a couple of hours now, and while you had done your best to smile and engage in polite conversation, you had needed to get away from everyone. It’s not that you were an antisocial person, but you did enjoy having time to yourself, and definitely preferred solitude to talking to people who only seemed to be seeing what they could get out of one another. So, you had decided to step off the large balcony where everyone was gathered and down the steps to the massive gardens, hoping to have a few minutes to decompress before you were missed.

You’d always loved gardens; being surrounded by nature really calmed you, especially here in L.A., where so much of everything was hot and dry and covered in pavement. This place was massive; you hadn’t seen inside the house yet, but whoever lived here certainly had excellent taste from what you had seen so far. You wandered through the rows of flower beds, stopping to smell your favourites. The sunlight was fading, and it was starting to cool off, and you knew that you should head back to the party soon, but it was so peaceful out here, and it was so nice, finally being by yourself…

“Not a fan of these rich people shindigs either, huh?”

You whirl around to find the owner of the voice – you had been sure you were alone, that had been the whole point! – to find a man standing ten feet or so behind you. He was the epitome of ‘tall, dark, and handsome’: He must be nearly six and a half feet tall, with dark, curly hair slicked back in a ponytail and brilliant blue eyes, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo that emphasized his broad chest and strong arms. You realize that you haven’t replied to him yet, and instead have been staring at him, trying not to drool, and snap out of it, blushing slightly.

“Yeah, uh… this isn’t really my scene. My parents are trying to drag me into the family business and made me come today, but I really don’t think I’m cut out for this kind of life…” you reply, trailing off when you realize you’re babbling about your personal problems to a stranger.

“You get used to it,” he assures you, shrugging with his hands in his pockets as he approaches you. The height difference between you becomes even more apparent the closer he gets; you have to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact with him. “For what it’s worth, you certainly look the part,” he adds with a glint in his eyes that makes you feel warm all over, and you smile shyly up at him.

“Oh, thank you! Uh… that’s kind of you to say…” You’re not used to men paying you compliments, especially not older (you’d guess he was almost ten years older than you), wealthy men. “I’m Y/N, by the way,” you introduce yourself, feeling foolish. “Y/N L/N.” You extend your hand towards him, having to take a couple of steps back to do so, and he takes it with one of his, giving you a firm handshake, but you could tell he was being extra gentle with you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He closes the distance between you once more, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it, and you shiver slightly. He lowers your hand slowly, releasing it to you once more before shrugging off his suit jacket, holding it up to you – he must have mistaken your shiver for being cold. “May I?” he asks, gesturing with the jacket to your shoulders. His eyes haven’t moved from looking deeply into yours the whole time, and you don’t think you could look away if you wanted to; his eyes were hypnotizing.

It was still quite warm, but despite being inexperienced with romance, you’re not foolish enough to refuse the act of chivalry, and nod wordlessly. In a smooth motion, almost like he was embracing you, he drapes the silk-lined jacket around your shoulders. The material was so soft, and as you clutch the lapels in one hand to keep it around you, you inhale sneakily into the jacket, the scent of exotic cologne nearly making you moan in pleasure. “Better?” he asks, giving you an approving once over, and you nod shyly, nibbling your lip nervously.

“Yes, thank you,” you say, sighing happily before realizing that you don’t even know this man’s name, and he’s already got you wrapped up in his clothes. “You never gave me your name,” you say, more a statement than a question, and he looks down at you, head tilted to the side with his lips quirked.

“Call me Terry.”

“Okay. Thank you, Terry,” you say earnestly, smiling up at him. He returns the gesture before gesturing down the garden path.

“Should we head back?” he asks, and you do your best to refrain from frowning at the thought, but he definitely sees the emotion flicker across your face, and chuckles. “C’mon, we’ll take the long way,” he says, taking your hand and leading you through the garden.

You make your way slowly back to the event together, and you try to savour every moment. You had noticed that Terry moved slower, taking smaller steps to match your pace and not rush you, and had done a half dozen other chivalrous acts during the walk back. This must be what getting swept off your feet feels like, you think to yourself, biting back a smile. You didn’t really talk about yourselves during your walk, keeping the conversation light, but it had been incredibly enjoyable.

As you hear the din of voices getting louder, you shrug off his jacket reluctantly, holding it out to him. He stares at the article of clothing for a moment, as if contemplating something, and then accepts the jacket, folding it over an arm.

“I guess you have to go back to your…business talk,” you sigh, wrinkling your nose at the thought. Terry laughs at the face you’re pulling and shakes his head.

“You wanna come with me?” he asks hopefully. “It’d be nice to have a friendly face to keep me sane.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I think I’d just make things awkward, and I don’t wanna – oh, food!” you say excitedly, your eyes lighting up as you spot waiters carrying trays throughout the party. You were starving, and couldn’t help yourself, quickly putting together a plate, barely noticing Terry following you through the crowd, his soft laughter at your antics lost amongst the conversations of the other guests.

“Any good?” Terry asks, an amused twinkle in his eye as you sample the hors d’oeuvres. You shrug, trying to appear casual.

“It’s fine. The crabcakes could use more seasoning, and the bruschetta is a bit soggy.” He surveys you with an interested expression.

“You think you could do better?” he asks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

You smile up at him, a little cocky, wanting to impress him a little. “Of course I could,” you reply, and you know you’re being honest. Cooking was your passion, something you were proud of, and the thought of being able to show, well, anything of value to such an impressive man was exciting to you.

“I’ll have to have a word with the kitchen staff if you aren’t satisfied with the food,” he comments, seeming to take in your horrified realization that this was his party with a great deal of enjoyment, grinning slyly down at you as your mouth falls open.

“Y-You’re the host of this party?” you stammer, feeling like an idiot. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” you ask, trying to shift the blame to distract from your own blunder. He chuckles under his breath, leaning down towards you with a reassuring hand on your upper arm.

“I couldn’t let you know I was blowing off my own party, now could I?” he says in his defence. He doesn’t seem to be bothered by your criticism at all, but you still feel the need to apologize; you are so embarrassed.

“Listen Terry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.” He’s shaking his head at you before you even get the words out.

“What, are you kidding? It’s nice to talk to someone real for once, without worrying that they want something from me, y’know?” Well, you couldn’t say you didn’t want anything from him, you think to yourself, taking him in with your eyes yet again without even thinking about it.

Before you can say anything else, his hand on your shoulder trails down your arm to take your hand, causing goosebumps to run down the path his hand had taken, and with a mischievous smile, he’s tugging you into the house, his house, though it was more of a palace than any house you’d ever seen. Terry ignores your questions about where he’s taking you and leads you down hallway after hallway until you eventually just give up asking, giggling breathlessly. Eventually, he swings open a door, revealing an industrial yet lavish kitchen. He turns around suddenly, his arms crossed over his broad chest, looking down at you with a stern, challenging expression.

“It’s time for you… to prove yourself to me,” he says solemnly. An intense moment passes between you, before he breaks into a grin. “Make us some crabcakes!”

“W-What? No way!” You protest, backing away from him, but he’s too quick for you, moving between you and the door and herding you further into the kitchen.

“Hey hey, you can’t do all that big talking you did out there without the chops to back it up! C’mon, Y/N, show me what you’ve got!” He perches in one of the stools beside the kitchen counter, his chin resting on his palms, batting his eyes at you with a silly expression. You roll your eyes in return, pursing your lips at him as you considered his request. “Pleeeeease?” He’s actually pouting now, and you find yourself giving in. You think you could see yourself doing that a lot where Terry was concerned.

“Alright, alright! But you’re going to have to help me find things, ingredients and utensils and junk. That is, if you’ve even used this kitchen before, Mr. Fancypants,” you say, your hands on your hips.

“Fancypants?!” Terry repeats with mock outrage, hopping off the stool and walking over to you. “Tell me whatcha need, doll, and I’ll get it for you!”

You rattle off a list of things, and to his credit, Terry does seem to know his way around this kitchen, handing you the requested items while you organize them on the counter. Having completed his task, Terry retakes his seat on the stool. “Now… wow me!” He says, leaning back with his hands behind his head as he surveys you. You giggle at his antics, and get to work.

Being around Terry was so easy. As you prepare the crabcakes, he asks you about cooking, what experience you had, and why you liked it so much. He was so easy to talk to, and was the first person who had genuinely seemed interested in your dreams and plans for the future – and you’d only known him for a couple of hours! You would never have expected this from someone you had just met, least of all from a very successful man.

Squeezing a fresh lemon over the top of the dish, you slide the serving of crabcakes over to Terry, along with a fork. You know that they’re perfect: crispy and not soggy, fresh and flavourful, but you’re still nervous. “Bon appetit!” You announce, nodding with confidence at the dish, and Terry eagerly digs in, his fork cutting off a piece of the crabcake with a satisfying crunch.

He brings the mouthful to his lips and takes a bite. His eyes close, and he actually lets out a soft moan of pleasure, and you feel your mouth go dry at the sound, your body flushing with heat. You shake your head, trying to get yourself together before Terry opens his eyes again. You refused to be jealous of a crabcake.

“Mr. Silver, there you are!” A primly dressed yet kind-looking older woman bustles into the kitchen towards Terry. “Mr. Saran has been looking for you to discuss–”

“Tell him we’ll have to reschedule, Margaret. I’m dealing with a very important culinary emergency!” Terry cuts her off, raising an eyebrow at you playfully as he takes another bite of the crabcakes, smiling blissfully at the taste.

“Hey, don’t cancel anything important on my account!” you say worriedly, using the time he has his mouth full to try to insist he do the professional thing. You’re having a great time, and feel pretty pleased with yourself, having impressed the man so much with your culinary skills, but he really should be using his own party to network, shouldn’t he? Plus, you needed to get yourself back under control – you had let a man you’d just met whisk you into his mansion without even knowing why!

“Margaret, try this!” He ignores your protests, sliding the plate towards the woman, who immediately takes a bite. “Pretty spectacular, right?” The woman nods approvingly, giving you a kind yet curious glance that you don’t know how to interpret as she finishes the mouthful.

“Wonderful, much better than the caterers for today. I’ll go and schedule something with Mr. Saran for next week then, Mr. Silver,” she says, looking between you two and excusing herself tactfully, leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen once more.

“See? Margaret is my most trusted employee, and I can count on her to be honest about everything. Your food is great!” He praises you again, but you suddenly find yourself distracted by something Margaret had said.

“Wait, your last name is Silver? You’re Terry Silver?” Terry’s smile fades slightly as you say his full name.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” He’s trying to keep his tone light, but you think he gives you a calculating look.

“You’re helping my friend with his karate! Daniel LaRusso?” You ask, and you see him look relieved at your response.

“Oh, you know Danny Boy? That’s great!” He’s enthusiastic once more, his face breaking into a wide smile as he finishes his plate. “I hope you’re feeding him, too; the kid’s too small. He could use some of your cooking!”

“Yeah, we’ve got a deal; I make him sandwiches, and he teaches me a few moves,” you say, karate chopping the air with a grin.

“Hey, can I get in on that?” He asks standing to go put his plate in the sink. You laugh at his back, turning and leaning against the counter.

“Oh, come on! I’m sure you have an army of professional chefs at your disposal, you don’t need my silly sandwiches.” Terry turns, raising an eyebrow at you.

“And what if I’d rather have your silly sandwiches?” He asks coyly, closing the distance between you with a few long strides, boxing you in with his hands on either side of you on the counter. You’re forced to lean back to look up at him, and fight the urge to lick your lips.

“Umm…I…” you stammer, finding it difficult to form a sentence when he’s this close to you. He cocks his head to one side, his piercing eyes locked with yours as he seems to drink in every detail of your face.

“C’mon, Y/N, this would give us an excuse to see each other again,” he says, and his voice is just so persuasive, pulling you into him. “Plus, you could learn some training from a real sensei and not some kid! I’d be happy to teach you a thing or two…” He trails off, and you’re sure you’re not imagining the innuendo. You swallow, feeling your face getting hot.

“Fine, you win!” You make a show of rolling your eyes and ducking under his arm to get some space, trying to save a bit of dignity as you give in to his request. No one had ever made you feel like this before, like you were playing with fire and only wanting to get closer. Terry gives you a pleased smile, leaning back against the counter with his hands in his pockets, not seeming bothered by you worming your way out of his clutches.

“Hey… LaRusso doesn’t know about, well, all this,” Terry says, gesturing around him. “I didn’t want to intimidate him, right? Do you think you can keep this between us?” He steps into your personal space yet again, looking down at you with a pleading expression, blue eyes shining, and you once again feel the urge to agree with whatever he says, nodding silently.

“Thanks, doll!” He gives you a bright grin, relishing in his victory. “I’ll see you and your silly sandwiches in a couple of days then?” He seems genuinely excited at the thought, and you find yourself smiling back at him goofily.

“I’ll try to keep Daniel from eating them all, but you’d better hope you train me fast so I can fight him off!” You call back to him as you leave the kitchen, going to find your parents. You’d have to get yourself under control and keep yourself from breaking out into the brilliant smile you felt bubbling up inside you by the time you returned to the party.

“I’ll train you so fast it’ll make your head spin,” Terry says quietly after you, his words echoing in the empty room as he stares at the door you’ve exited through.

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Over the next couple of weeks, you visit the dojo with Danny every day, a large basket of sandwiches and a thermos of lemonade in your arms. Daniel seems happy to have you there, a little eager to show off to you – his young age really showed when he did things like that.

Terry was similarly pleased, and you had gotten closer during your time together. He looked so different out of his tuxedo, in his karate gi or jeans and a sweatshirt when he wasn’t training to keep up his “disguise,” but he was no less attractive to you. You understood his desire to keep his true identity hidden from Danny, remembering how your own behaviour to him had switched when you’d found out who he was at the party. You had seemed to develop a good relationship with him since you started coming to the dojo, and found it a lot more comfortable than the formal setting you’d met at.

When you weren’t at the dojo or working the night shift at the restaurant, you were looking out for Daniel. More than once, Terry had thrown some money at you, and asked if you could go get some basic medical supplies to help patch Daniel up, and you were more than happy to help. You knew that his focus should be on Daniel, so you did what you could, not only helping to take care of the boy at the dojo, but helping him keep his training a secret from his mentor, Mr. Miyagi. You didn’t like the idea of lying to someone so kind and generous, but Daniel was an adult and able to make his own decisions, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the right thing if it meant an end to your time with Terry.

Learning some karate from Terry had been fun; he had initially taken to showing you a few moves in a separate part of the dojo once he had assigned an exercise to Daniel in the main training area. Daniel needed to learn to rely on himself to focus, and not his sensei, Terry had explained to you one day as he was correcting your form, his hands lingering on your hips a little longer than necessary.

But then he had kissed you for the first time, and all thoughts of learning karate had left your mind. He had asked you to practice a new move he’d taught you on him, but after going through the drill a few times you had stopped, squaring off against each other. You had a light sheen of sweat across your body, panting heavily with your hair messy, and caught Terry looking at you, his eyes darkening to a shade of deep blue. You found yourself frozen in place as he stared, your chest pounding, forgetting to breathe altogether as your heartbeat thudded in your ears. You go to open your mouth – to ask what he’s looking at, to breathe, to do or say anything – but before you can he’s stalked toward you, his feet silent on the floor, moving so quickly and smoothly you’d thought your eyes were playing tricks on you. And then he’s grabbing the back of your head, fingers tangled in your hair, and pulling you face up to his, kissing you desperately with a passion you had never imagined before, let alone felt.

Your brain hadn’t been able to respond to the kiss, but your body had, gasping into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back until you were dizzy. Panting for air, Terry gave you a wicked grin that further served to take your breath away, before pulling you closer again.

Since that kiss, you had kept up the pretense of learning karate from Terry while Daniel was otherwise occupied, but really Terry would have you tucked in a corner at the other side of the dojo, teasing your body with his talented fingers until you were a trembling moaning mess. Terry would cover your mouth with his own, swallowing your moans and whimpers hungrily through the kiss, before shushing you, reminding you that Danny Boy was right on the other side of the wall and that you had to be quiet. He would watch you as you tried to compose yourself, his eyes glittering in amusement and with more than a hint of dark desire as he resumed his teasing, a strong hand ghosting upwards underneath your shirt and plucking at your hard nipples, making you squirm on his lap, his other hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling your moans.

A few times you had come close to getting caught, and were embarrassed, but you couldn’t help but come back for more. Terry seemed to know this, starting to get more blatant with his attraction towards you, staring at you over Danny’s head as he guided him through attacking the training dummy and licking his lips suggestively, making you blush as a wave of heat ran through your body. Fortunately, you were able to chalk it up to the hot L.A. summer, and Daniel remained oblivious. Thank God for the naivety of youth, you thought to yourself, feeling your face go red as Terry’s lips closed around a strawberry, managing to make even an innocent lunch sexual. You’d have to be more careful about what food you brought, or he was going to drive you mad.

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A few days before the tournament, you turn the corner to the dojo, a picnic basket in hand. You hadn’t accompanied Daniel over the past few days, insisting that he needed Terry’s full attention, but mainly you felt like you needed a break from the near-constant seduction to get a clear head. You had thought it over, and you were done with stealing kisses in the dark, and you were going to tell Terry. You didn’t need flowers or chocolates, or even for him to commit to you, but you were definitely over sneaking around Daniel; he was still a kid, after all. You were ready to give yourself over to him if he wanted you to, and to do that you needed privacy so that you were fully able to succumb to the feelings he was able to elicit from you. So, you had prepared a meal for the three of you for what would hopefully be the last time, and resolved to sneak into the dojo, set up your meal, and at some point take Terry aside and tell him what you needed. Shivering as your mind conjured up images of what you two could finally get up to alone, you walked down the alley and silently slipped through the unlocked back door to Cobra Kai.

Setting the picnic basket down on the table, you quietly start to set the table, when you hear Daniel let out a pained scream. Unable to help yourself, you tiptoe to the door to the main part of the dojo, peeking around the corner to make sure the boy was alright.

What you see horrifies you.

Daniel is wincing, his knuckles covered in blood, and Terry snatches up one of his wrists, bringing the bleeding fist closer to Daniel’s face.

“It’s blood. So what? Make believe it’s his!” Terry’s voice is harsh, and what you can see of his face through the door is cruel, and a bit maniacal. He guides Daniel towards a wooden dummy with a hand on his shoulder, and gestures up to the dummy’s head, where a flyer with another boy’s face has been glued.

“This guy wants to break you, humiliate you, stomp you into the ground!” Terry yells, and you feel your stomach roil with disgust. Was this how Terry had been training Daniel when you weren’t around? What had gotten into him?

“-And what are you gonna do about it?” Terry screams at Daniel, and you hear a loud thud as the boy strikes at the dummy, whimpering slightly at the pain to his already-damaged hands.

“You’re gonna need to learn to push past the pain, Mr. LaRusso,” Terry says, looking down at Daniel mercilessly. “I expect you to have done so by the time I come back.”

With that, Terry walks away from the boy, coming down the hall towards you. Panicking, you crouch down in the corner, hidden by a stack of unused mats, and clasp both hands over your mouth, trying desperately to not make a sound.

Terry enters the kitchen, keeping the door to the rest of the dojo open and standing with his back to the wall. He’s listening intently for something, and you stop breathing, thinking he’s heard you, but then noises come from the dojo – the sound of Danny’s hands and feet making contact with the solid wood, and his cries of pain – and Terry laughs under his breath, his eyes bright and his smile terrifying. He was enjoying Daniel’s suffering!

You feel your heart start to break, but it’s overwhelmed by the panic as you start to consider what will happen if Terry finds you. Terry stops laughing suddenly, his eyes moving elsewhere in the kitchen, and you follow his gaze to the kitchen table to your partially-unpacked picnic basket. He knew you were here. You force your eyes to flick back to him, trembling with fear, and are only partially surprised to see that his icy blue eyes are on you.

Your mouth falls open, and you try to make a sound – to explain yourself, to call out for Daniel – but nothing comes out but a faint squeak. He takes a silent step towards you, and you manage to scramble up to your feet, trying to make for the back door, but Terry’s arm instantly wraps around your waist, fully lifting you off the ground and clutching you to his chest, his other hand clamping down over your mouth and nose, silencing you completely and cutting off your airways.

You let out a muffled cry, knowing that Daniel won’t hear but hope that Terry might recognize you begging him to stop, and your legs kick out desperately against his shins. He doesn’t growl audibly, but you feel a rumble in his chest as he sets your feet on the ground. He releases your waist, but you’re too terrified to move, hyperventilating against his hand as he keeps your head in place.

Calm as can be, Terry gathers your hair over one of your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the flesh of your neck before replacing it with two fingers. The pressure on that spot on your neck combined with the lack of oxygen is going to make you pass out, and that seems to be Terry’s intent.

“You’re gonna thank me for this, Y/N,” Terry whispers into your ear as your vision goes black.

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Part 2 here

[roseytoesy]

For the ask thing

-{"Hush... you'll be fine..."

Oh oh heck Adam… hhhhhhhhhhhh. You know exactly what you’re doing. Be prepared for a hurt comfort story cause apparently I wanted to vent through this story a bit, hope you still like it. It still ends nice and fluffy.

Rosey was honestly exausted and a bit snappy. She had been pushing herself too much the pst few days and it was already taking a big toll on her. And of course one of her boyfriends would notice that she was struggling.

Rosey was hastily tossing together a quick dinner for Adam and herself since they had planned this hang out for a while. She felt on the verge of tears as she waited for the water to boil. Things had to be perfect! If they weren’t she felt like she would be letting him down. And she knows they would rather her take care of herself but calling off the night was out of the question. She had a bit more energy and a quick few hours of hanging out and playing games would be nice. she finished the noodles and sauce and got the table set quickly collapsing onto her back in exhaustion and groaning in annoyance at how tired and weak she felt at the moment. She heard a knock and quickly put on a smile.

Adam smiled down at his friend as she hovered in ther air infront of him using some magic to open the door for him and invited him inside with a big yet tired smile. "hey Adam! glad you could make it. I have some spagtti on the table. And sorry if I'm not as chatty I'm just a bit tired from a project." she explained as she moved over to her spot ont he table. henad shaking but she did her best to hide that from her friend.

Of course adam noticed, but he could tell she didnt want to talk about it so he hummed at what she said and served himself some of the dinner she had prepared.

the silence was deafening and adam could hear how hard rosey was trying to brethe normaly. so after a few minutes of silent eating, rosey the one finishing first, and adam mostly just pushing his food around in worry and trying to build up the courage to ask what was wrong. rosey hovered out of her seat and placed her dishes in the sink, the addition sending something tumbling and crashing in the sink creating a loud sound and rosey flinched hard. That was the final straw for Adam, especially when he saw her fighting back tears by looking up at the ceiling.

He stood from his seat and walkd over to her cuping his hands and somewhat scooping her out of the air. she looked up at him and rubed at her eyes. but the look he gave her, one full of worry and care, it broke down her walls. She cried into his shoulder as he brought her into a hug aginst his chest. he was patient in letting her vent. how exausted she was how she wasnt taking proper care of herself and needed sleep but it was so hard to rest when there was so much to do for him and Tero.

She took some shuttering breaths and despite just sobbing a few moments ago she seemed to get ahold of herself way to quickly.

"hah... I- sorry about that Adam. youre here for dinner, not my problems. please go eat and ill get myself cleaned up a bit." she said like nothing had happened this made adams heart ache, how much had she been bottling up? but an idea came to adam at her words and he knew it would be good for her to even if she would refuse it at first.

"well I know something that could get both of those things done." he said wraping his hands around her gently trapping her arms to her sides. her red eyes widened before she looked coflicted.

"but theres still alot to do with cleaning up and what about the movie you wanted to watch tonight, besides if you already ate wont you be digesting that anyway so it wouldnt be the best option-"

"Hush... you'll be fine..." Adam interupted her rambling using a finger to nudge her chin to look up at him. "I didn't eat anything yet because I was worried about you, my sweet rosey." he said in a calm and somewhat deeper voice, roseys face darkened at that and she weakly squirmed at the flustered feeling in her chest. "now let me help get you cleaned up~"adam said before sticking out his tongue and lapping at her face a few times. giving time between each lick to let her breathe a bit.

Rosey was honestly really conflicted but desided to just let adam help her, she knew that he would never mean any harm to her. So with that tought she relaxed in his hold as best as she could and she could see the appreciation in his eyes behind his rectangular glasses. she couldnt help but make a small flustered sound and squirm as adam began to affectionatly kiss both her cheeks and forhead. his mustash lightly scrathing and tickling her sensitive skin. after a few minutes of adam smothering the poor fairy in affectionate lickes and kisses he realized he was quite hungry as of now.

"you ready, Rosey?" he asked her. it warmed her heart that he was still willing to stop if she felt like it was too much but honestly she now anted nothing more than to curl up inside of him, feel his love around her and allo her worried to melt away and finally relax after the week she had put herself though. She nodded and adam gave a toothy grin making sure to show of his little fang that someties liked to stick out. She melted at that and adam gave one lass kiss to her little head before opening wide. Her upper half was gently placed on his tongue and his lips closed around her waist. one of his hands resting on his soon to be full stomach and the other supporting her legs hanging out of his mouth.

He tilted his head back and swallowed gently shuttering as Roseys head and shoulders entered his throat, stretching it out oh so wonderfully. He would never get tired of that special tingle that rushes up and down his spine when he gets a chance to do something like this. To cheer up and hold one of his loves close, so close to his heart. He swallowed again making a happy humming noise as she shifted a bit sending more of those delicious tingles along his spine and getting more of her sweet flavor on his tongue.

with a few more stronger gulps he closed his mouth fully behind her quickly disappearing feet. With a final loud gulp he sealed her fully within himself he gasped in a breath and sighed as she filled his lightly gurgling belly he could feel her form under his hands push out at him. His stomach stretching wonderfully around her smaller form, every little breath and wiggle she took as she got comfortable he could feel deep in his core and he was in bliss as she relaxed into the folds of the stomach around her.

“You ok in there?” He asked gently knowing she could hear him just fine in there.

she shifted a bit to be in a position of one in a hammock her hands falling to the walls at her sides as her legs were pushed against her in the small space she filled perfectly. “Yea I’m ok!” She sighed deeply knowing she could let go of her worries. Nothing and no one could get her here. It was perfect and the two knew they could relax being so close together and safe.

[anneimaginesundertale]

Omg calling eachother pet names they wouldnt use in public w Black? I gotta see that hehe

I knew someone would ask for this one for him. (Incidentally, THIS is still one of my favorite things I've written about Black and it's got a similar theme.)

Black is pretty conservative about public displays of affection, and that includes pet names. He'll call you "my dear", but the man gets flustered when you so much as hold his hand in public, so anything else is pretty much off the table. That being said, when it's just the two of you...

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Today was a crappy day. You'd missed your alarm, gotten to work late (without breakfast, and with only the nasty work coffee to sustain you), and gotten in trouble with your boss after a rude call with a client. Just before lunchtime, you'd messaged your boyfriend to tell him you weren't up for date night tonight. He'd sent back a short "As you wish".

Just before you got off for the day, Black texted you again. "Do you mind if I come by for supper? I will cook. I want to see you." You sighed, but sent back a thumbs up. If he was cooking there was a fifty-fifty chance you'd end up ordering takeout, but at this point, that was fine with you. As long as you didn't have to cook, whatever. And you did want to see him too. You hated canceling date night, but all you wanted to do tonight was to collapse in front of the TV.

You got stuck in traffic on the way home (because of course you did), so you weren't entirely surprised to find Black's sleek car already in your driveway. You slumped into the house and kicked off your shoes, dropping your jacket onto the floor as you did.

"Is that you, Y/N?" Black called from the kitchen. "Hold on one moment, dearest. I will be right with you."

You mumbled something that might have been "Okay" and lay down on the couch. If it had been any other night, you might have gone into the kitchen to see Black, but right now, you just wanted to flop.

You heard footsteps and then felt gentle hands on your back. "My poor love," Black said softly. "I knew you weren't well."

"I'm fine," you said. "Just tired, and today wasn't the greatest."

He brushed his fingers against your cheek. "I thought so. That's why I came over to take care of you. Dinner is in the oven. Until it's ready, will you allow me to pamper you?"

"Sure?"

"Then sit up, my dear, and let me hold you." He coaxed you up, just for a moment, so that he could sit down on the couch and pull you into his lap. You rested your head against his collarbone and he stroked your hair and your back, murmuring into your ear.

"I love you," he said. "You are the joy of my life. You're so beautiful, and kind, and clever. I still don't know what I've done to deserve someone like you. My dearest, loveliest Y/N..."

The sound of his sweet words and his softly humming soul, plus his gentle hands, lulled you into sleep against him. You barely felt him lift you and carry you to bed. He let you sleep for about an hour then brought you the food he'd made. It was delicious. He'd even gotten just the right level of spice. You fell asleep again to the sound of him telling you again how much he treasured and adored you.

[therealpontius]

I mean it

Plot: your boyfriend likes to lie alot more than goes noticed…

Warnings: breakdown/ screaming/ arguing/ crying/ smut/ p n v/ alcohol use

Another friday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for ryan, he was always disappearing to have a drink with bam and novak but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it. Again.

You cooked you both a huge chilli, his favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8pm. You ass was getting sore from the uncomfortable wooden seat that you waited on and the candles where halfway done. Yeah sure you where nervous but its not exactly like hes done anything wrong, theres still time for him to arrive. You thanked the stars you put the plastic containers over the plates or otherwise they would be cold.

8:30. You where growing impatient, the tight black dress you wore starting to itch. No matter how much you checked your phone you wouldnt call him. Its his job to keep a promise. He is an adult.

8:50. Tears started growing in your eyes "ten minutes ryan. You got ten more minutes" you whispered to yourself.

8:51...

8:52...

8:53...

8:59 *ping* your phone buzzed

Contact name: "ry"

"Hay baby foing to be a lirrtle late back hime tonight, lobe you so much x"

That same message you got almost every second day, your eyes pouring of tears now.

"Fuck you."

Not exactly mature but your brain was racing and it was all you could muster up. Instead of doing what you would usually do, cry in your bed. You picked up the two, well made, plates of food and threw them on the ground. Screaming all hell. The wine glasses filled with that extremely expensive wine he bought you? Smashed against the wall. You would crush the candles but they had already completely melted.

Your phone rang and rang as you lay on the kitchen floor covered in cold chilly, pieces of glass from the wine glasses leaving tiny scars on your arms. Anyone wouldve thought you where manic, but you thought this was too tame compared to how he really made you feel. You cried your eyes out as if you had no neighbours and you where in the planet completely alone, thats how you felt anyways.

10pm, you didnt move from your position, the melt down slowing but the crying becoming more dramatic. "How could he do this to me? Im such a great girlfriend. I cook home made meals, i dont expect much of him" you though, only seeing red.

*click*

You look over to see ryan standing at the door way, looking at you like you where some sort of monster "y/n? Ive been calling you like crazy! What have you done!" He scolded you, walking towards the 'crime scene' as few might describe it. "You have no fucking right to be scolding me!" You screamed back, standing up, feeling light headed from crying and screaming so much "every week, i slave in the kitchen over you" you pointed to the chilli on the ground "y/n baby i promise ill come home tonight you just go cook a fucking meal that will take you fucking hours so that i can stand you up!" You mocked him. You walked towards him slowly, grabbing onto his shirt leaving it covered in chilli "ive fucking had it with you ryan" you said weakly, crying "i-" "dont talk to me right now" you walked upstairs, a trail of chilli staining the white carpet.

You ran a shower and locked the bathroom door so that he couldnt come in. The water pelting against you as you sat down made the feeling go away, the deep feeling of being stabbed in the back. After your long shower you got out and put on your pjs that thank god you remembered to take them in and dried your hair with the hairdryer that sat on the counter.

*knock knock*

You turned round to look at the door where the knocks came from. "Honey?"god he knew you loved when he called you that "what is it, ryan?" "Let me in please" he winced, almost like he was crying "i cant" he just huffed and sat against the door "i know i failed you multiple times" you sat against the door too feeling your eyes tear up "but god if you only knew how much i love you. God if only i could show you then youd know forever" "ryan ive heard it before. Your never going to change" you heard him crying softly "baby please" he pawed at the door, the alcohol becoming more evident. You reluctantly opened the door and he looked up at you like a lost kitten, propping himself up with one hand, eyes bright red and puffy. You both stayed still for a minute untill you got onto your knees, his gorgeous eyes scanning your face for your next move. Softly you kissed him and he brought his hand up to hold your face.

Without warning ryan slowly started backing you up onto the floor, his other hand behind your head. When you where fully on the ground, his hands traveled down to your pj pants to pull them down to your ankles while you undid his tight blue jeans. Soon you where both stripped as ryan sat inbetween your legs, kissing you on the neck making you whimper softly. He grabbed onto your hands tight "please dont leave me baby" he whispered, your hand coming up to tangle your fingers in his hair making him whimper too. He sat up, left arm resting by your head, legs spreading yours to give him more access and his right hand holding his dick. He dragged his tip through your folds painfully slow, knowing how to tease you right "ryan hurry up!" You laughed, you laughter was cut off by a gasp as he pushed into you. He moved down slowly since there was no foreplay, both groaning as he did so "fuck honey, your so tight"

You grabbed him into a tight hug as he finally got right into you, stopping to let your pussy adjust. “Are you okay baby?” You pulled him back in, making his dick go in further, you moan softly “i missed you” as a response ryan started moving out of you and moving back in before he was fully out. Your back arched on the cold tiles as ryans pace quickened, still in a tight hug. He peppered your face with kisses making your face blush even more“im so sorry baby, im so sorry” he mumbled speeding up, your sweat mixing and the sound of his skin hitting yours becoming louder. You trailed your tongue up his neck making him moan and rest his forehead head on the cold tiles. You brought your hand down to play with your clit noticing that ryan was unintentionally getting more out of it than you, your other hand coming up to tug on his ginger scruffy hair.

Five minutes later he started thrusting sloppily and you felt the knot in your tummy tighten as he started to hit the g spot, you let out a loud moan and ryan figured you out, pushing in and out harder the exact way he did making you almost cry his name “baby…im going to cum” you winced feeling your vision blur and ryan picked up his pace“let yourself go honey, cum around me” it was odd not hearing ryan swear and dirty talk but then again it was odd having soft sex and even odder having it on the bathroom floor. Your thighs shook as you felt the knot undo, ryan moaning loudly when he felt you tighten around him “oh fuck baby, where should i cum” “on my chest” with that he pulled out fast and pumped himself a few times, making deep eye contact. After a second or two his warm cum splatted on your tummy and rolled down your sides, he let out a struggled moan, hanging his head low.

None of you moved for a minute or two. Your back lay against the cold tiles gasping for air and ryan stayed between your legs gasping too. Both covered in sweat. Eventually he got some toilet paper and cleaned you both up, after, he picked you up carefully and carried you bridal style into the bedroom laying you down gently, no words spoken at all. “Are you alright darling?” He looked down at you “i just need you to be here then ill be alright” you felt your eyes tearing up, he got in next to you, staring at you sympathetically “ill be home tomorrow night i swear on it, ill try even harder” you couldnt help but frown, hearing the same speech again and again was getting tiring “yeah..” “what did i say?” “What you say every day” he stopped to think for a minute “ill try harder this time, ill tell april. She wont let me stay i swear, I want to be better for you baby i mean it” you felt your cheeks glow but stopped yourself from thinking of any change actually happening.

~

Saturday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for ryan, he was always disappearing to have a drink with bam and novak but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it. Again.

You cooked you both a spaghetti , your favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8pm. You ass was getting sore from the uncomfortable wooden seat that you waited on and the candles where halfway done. Yeah sure you where nervous but its not exactly like hes done anything wrong, theres still time for him to arrive. You thanked the stars you put the plastic containers over the plates or otherwise they would be cold. No matter how much you checked your phone you wouldnt call him. Its his job to keep a promise. He is an adult.

8:30. Tears started growing in your eyes again *CLICK* “hey baby im home!”…

[cutekittenlady]

Tumblr Plays Pokemon White 2 - Part 6

~~~~ Three hours of running, screaming, ball throwing, and A LOT of crying later ~~~~

How am I STILL NOT DONE?!

I have been at this for HOURS!

ugh

UGH

Screw it. I've done enough for the Professor to at least think I'm trying.

Hopefully Hugh will buy that I was just "tearfully saying goodbye to mom" or something like that.

Nearly out of pokeballs too. I am going to take the longest nap on that boart right to Castelia. I am not even kidding.

Aww Roxie saw her dads shitty movie and thought it was 'good'. Sure thing Roxie. Sure.

Still its sweet she supports him. Keep working at it Pop Roxie. You'll get there someday!

Oh Hugh have you, uh, been waiting here this whole time? Sorry my, uh, business took... three hours... My mom uh wouldnt stop crying about her baby girl leaving and it was all touching and...

Aaaaand your not buying any of this?

Okay look man, I gotta level with you. The last three hours have been a hell of pokemon catching. It had to be done! I completely blanked on it before and this whole "fill the pokedex" thing is kinda my excuse to leave home. I really don't think my mom would accept "help my best friend exact his revenge on the remnants of a terrorist organization" as a proper reason for traveling. I jumped at the chance they gave me! It's not my fault it came with strings attached!

Hey.

I know how to cheer you up.

You want a Pidove? I caught a pidove. No tradsies. Just free gift pokemon. Yeah you want a pidove.

Sooo we cool?

Thats the spirit buddy!

Pop Roxie! Hoist the anchor, raise the sail, swab the poop deck! Cause we're leaving on a quest!

I knew I liked the cut of your jib Pop Roxie!

Alrighty Hugh lets get going! NOthings gonna stop us now!

BLEEEEEEEHHHHH

Sorry about your shoes POP Roxie. I swear I didn't know I got seasick.

Yeah might be kinda hard finding a handful of weirdos in funky hats in a city this big. Do you have a plan?

.... Thats not a plan Hugh. Look for now lets just... split up yeah? I'm tired. I'll go find us a hotel or a bench in the pokemon center to sleep on or something. Give me your Xtranceiver number, I'll call you when I find something. Call me if something happens yeah?

Yeah well chances are we're gonna be splitting up a lot more after this. I still gotta catch enough pokemon to make mom and the professor think this is just a nice PG adventure. Besides, after Cheren and Roxie I think I have a taste for this whole pokemon battling thing.

With that Hugh gives a passing comment about the weird looking ship on the dock next to us and take off. Welp I'm in the big city by myself for the very first time.

And I'm exhausted. Gotta see if I can find a place to rest. So I stride into the city.

And a random clown gives me a bicycle. And ask me to do a relay. At midnight.

I've been in this city a handful of minutes and already this palce is nuts. I mean I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to ride a bike again. Pretty sure that ten year ban for running over that lillipup is up.

Whatever. Questions for later.

Couldn't find a hotel anywhere. I'll send Hugh a message and sleep at the Pokemon Center tonight.

~~~ Hugh didn't come to the Pokemon Center tonight.

That not... concerning. I'm not concerned.

Wandered around the city doing some sight seeing. Not looking for hugh. Just sightseeing. Got the last casteliacone, visited a gallery, had a stranger come out from behind a dumpster and give me the tm for flash.

Interesting city.

Still since I can't seem to find Hugh guess I better go to the gym. Think I saw in a brochure that Castelia Cities gym is a bug type gym. If thats true Molly will probably wind up torching the place heh.

Welp guess I might as well head over. Before I leave the pokemon Center though I sell a few of the items I found around Virbank that I dont need, mostly X attack and stuff, and buy more great balls. My attempts at filling out the dex as much as I could before used up a lot of the balls I had.

I'm gonna need to fight some trainers for money soon or something. That acting stint I did was fun but did NOT pay anything. I've still got supplies, but I don't think I'm going to be doing a lot of filling out the dex until I can get more money for more balls and stuff. I mean I still have like 5 great balls, that ultra ball that neighbor in Aspertia gave, plus the heal ball and net ball I bought but thats about it.

Plus I'm down to, like $4.26. Thats not enough for lunch much less, like, 20 pokeballs.

Definitely hitting the gym. Roxie forked over quite a lot from beating her, so this Burgh guy I heard about will probably do the same. Bare minimum I'll be able to get some more Lemonades.

Aight Molly lets go get that money!

With my money?! I mean I havent beaten him yet, sure, but its basically an inevitability here! Where did he go?!

Then this purple haired girl walks up. Apparently she and Clyde know each other? Apparently she's looking for Burgh too. Evidently this Burgh guy is the flighty sort who wanders out of his gym, like, all the time.

Yeesh, Cheren might've been a newbie and Roxie mightve been rocking out too hard to hear me, but at least they were AT their gyms. I though gym leaders had to be at their gyms at all times. Yknow like a 9-5 type deal. Is it NOT a 9-5 type deal?

Wait.... do you guys not get paid?!

Oh sure NOW you notice me.

I... How did you.... how could you.... How did you KNOW about that?!

Yeah well tell that to the weirdos back in Virbank.

..... By giving me money?

Oh oh no you meant hunting down Team Plasma. Hnngh well... If the gym leaders not here anyway... and considering that might be where Hugh went (who I haven't seen since last night)... Sure why not.

Iris mutters something about thinking where they might've gone and then just takes off too fast for me to follow! Thankfully Burgh knows this town beter than me. He said she went around the corner towards the Pokemon Center. Guess thats as good a place to start as any.

Now might also be a good time to break out that bike that clown gave me last night. Not that I'm in a hurry or nothing.

Thankfully the saying about never forgetting how to ride a bike turns out to be true and I easily catch up to Iris. She tells me we're heading for Thumb Pier. She suspects theyre probably hanging around there.

Why she suspects that I dunno. In fact I'm not even certain who this girl is. Oh well, its the only lead I've found so peddling feet dont fail me now.

As it turns out Thumb Pier is 'suspicious' because its where you enter... the sewers. She wants us... to go into... the sewers.

I mean... I guess if a terrorist organization was gonna hide out in a big place like Castelia after a failed coup the sewers isn't the weirdest place to hide out but...

GAH Hugh! Don't sneak up on me like that! More importantly where the hell have you been?! And gods no I haven't found any members of team plasma yet. Though I think Iris here might have a lead...

Wait.

Is THAT where've you been all night?!

NO NO NO

Dodging questions is for strange old men who jump off cliffs and run shady movie lots. NOT from supposed BFFs hunting terrorists together!

ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!

That's what I'm trying to do! Look man you can't just disappear all night and then suddenly- Hugh! Hugh you get your edgy anime hair ass back here!

Sonnova

NOT NOW IRIS!

[ask-the-shorty-squad]

*After time ran out the two headed back inside.*

Teru, I must say I'm incredibly excited to continue this next time! I'll make sure to get some materials and decor! And who knows, Maybe Yayoi could join us!

*When they got to the lobby Mishimas next client was sat talking with Nao.*

Ah, you're finally done.

Indeed! Apologies for the wait!

I'd of been fine with not attending but what choice do I have at this point.

Ah, Teru. Last time we encountered you and Fuyuhiko were having quite the-

Well, come on we wouldnt want to waste any more time!

*Mishima takes Kais arm and leads him into the office.*

Oh. Hey Teru.. The other day I overheard a little conversation between Monaca and Nagito.. It sounded pretty serious.. I wanted to let you know incase Monaca didnt tell you.

Is that so? Hmm... I'll talk with her about when I get home. Thanks for telling me.

*The two exchange farewells as Teruteru leaves the building and returns home. As soon as he hits the lights in the living room, he hears footsteps approaching from upstairs.*

Hey Dad!

*Monaca rushes over to Teruteru to greet him with a warm hug.*

So how'd the session go? How's Grandpa Mishima doing?

He's doing alright. And the session went great! There's going to be new garden behind the building and me and him spent some time planning out ideas for what to do with it!

Sweeeet! I heard that Papa Fuyu's coming home tonight! I'm so excited!!

Hahaha! I can tell!

*The two have a joyous laugh over Monaca's excitement. The laughter is then suddenly interrupted by the sound of grumbling. The grumbling seems to be coming from both of their stomachs. The two chuckle nervously over the fact that both of them had forgotten to eat lunch today. Had Fuyuhiko been here sooner, they'd both be lectured over skipping meals regardless of them forgetting. Teruteru quickly makes his way to the kitchen while Monaca sets up the table in the living room. As Teruteru quickly prepares their dinner, the conversation between him and Nao returns to his mind. It remains as Teruteru finishes the dish and returns to the living room with two plates of food. He places them on the table and Monaca wastes no time chowing down on the delicious dish. Moment of silence passes before it is inevitably broken.*

Hey pumpkin.

*He quickly grabs Monaca's attention.*

That day you went out with Nagito and your friends, how was it?

It was pretty great! We went to the park, I got a few good sketches in my notebook, and we even met up with Auntie Nastumi! Overall, it was a good day!

*Teruteru smiles as Monaca relishes on about how the day went. It pleases him to see his daughter happy. However, he still needed to know about the supposed conversation between her and Nagito. Perhaps he should be a bit more direct.*

That's always great to hear. Say, how are Nagito and Yayoi doing? I heard that Yayoi's currently at FF for rehabilitation or something. How's Nagito holding up with being apart from him?

*The room becomes deathly silent. Monaca's expression went from a cheery delight to a dreadful knowing in almost an instant. Her mind raced as she tried to think up an excuse or lie as to not let out the truth of what happened, but she knew she couldn't lie. Not to her own father. Not to him of all people. He can catch lies with and without his powers. She knew she had no choice. With a defeated look, she turn to Teruteru.*

*sigh* Well... you're right about that last part. He's not doing so well. And... neither is Uncle Yayoi. They ended up having their first argument and it escalated to the point where... where...

*Monaca's eyes begin to well tears as the reoccurrence of the events suddenly flash before her eyes.*

Nagito... he... he broke up with Yayoi! He broke his heart because... he thought that he didn't deserve Uncle Yayoi... or something like that.

*Tears proceeded to pour as Teruteru rushed to comfort her. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. A part of him almost didn't, but seeing the agony and tears emitting from Monaca forced him to. The very thought never once crossed his mind till now. His mind started bouncing between the predicaments of their breakup and the current situation with his own daughter crying. He decided to focus on the current one and aid in Monaca's sorrows. After a while the tears finally halt their fall as her cries slowly exhausted her. Teruteru made quick effort to carry her to her room and tuck her into bed. Making sure to remove the prosthetics to ensure that she feels no discomfort in her rest. Teruteur remains by her side as he awaits for Fuyuhiko's eventual arrival back home.*

[voidselfshipp]

Love comes in all shapes and sizes

Cw: ask to tag. Long post Ig? Ill add a read more soon (im in Mobile and the Read more doesnt work!). Sorry for the inconvenience

-> only mutuals allowed to reblog.

-> WARNING: this story contains a lot of oc things, including magic, so it deviates from the cannon a lot, still,hope you like it!

Summary: Donald is in love with his Co-Worker jerico, unbeknownst to him, jerico also feels things for him, and with the help of Reddington, he tries to court her, and Will soon discover things about her that May not make sense at first glance.

Lovely Taglist: @tex-treasures

A/n: LOOK!!! AT THAT!! SMIIIILE!!!!! **fangirl scream**

--Okay,what is it-- reddington asked leaning in besides jerico.

--No clue what youre talkin' about-- she replied playing with her lockett.

--c'mon, youre giving Mr. Straight white male over there the lovey dovey eyes

--Dont judge me-- jeri said, though it sounded slightly strained.

--not planning on it

--I think hes cute

--Knew it-- the Man said unimpressed.

--Emotionally unavailable men, they are my thing-- the woman replied hiding her face between her hands and screaming.

--Okay, let me help you out-- reddington said patting her back.

--no need to-

--he likes his coffee black, hes always working himself to the bone, you can worm your way into his heart by taking care of him, bring him a coffee tonight

--Red!--jerico exclaimed exhasperatedly-- you know what im not even going to ask-- she stood up from the park bench they were sitting, and Walked away.

--Kiddo?-- The Man called out--

She Turned around-- Yeah?

Then he said something in a language that sounded like nothing but mismatched noises to others, but jerico chuckled, rolled her eyes and Walked away.

--What were you two giggling about?--Elizabeth asked.

--Nothing that matters to the investigation-- she replied-- I think we are done here

--Good, lets go then

Some hours later, when the sun had set and night reached its late hours, jerico quietly Walked with a mug of black coffee to Ressler's Office.

--Come in-- the FBI agent said monotonely.

--Hey Ressler-- jeri said gently, in a quick moment, the Man looks up from his papers-- brought you coffee

--Thank you-- Donald thanked -- its late, you shouldnt be here

--Look whose talkin'-- she bit Back, setting the mug on the desk.

--How did you--

--I saw you make your coffee countless of time-- she lied, she was too distracted looking at him to care or notice his coffee.

But in Ressler's mind it made sense, so he drank from his coffee without much thought-- go rest --He ordered.

--You should go rest too-- jerico commented, crossing her arms.

--got paperwork to do-- and as if he needed to accentuate his point he lifted one of the paper sheets up.

--Thought you didnt like archiving stuff-- she teased raising a brow.

--Not for me, I wouldnt be doing this but orders are orders

She sighed loudly,looking away-- Just get at least six hours of sleep-- her hand patted his back and she offered him a big smile-- good night, Donald

And she Walked away.

Donald swallows hard, and looks away from the door, taking a sip from his coffee, cursing under his breath.

Next Day arrived in matter of hours, reddingon was casually talking with Ressler (one time the later was at the first one's throat)

--Shes not your type-- Raymond commented.

--Dont know what youre talking about-- the FBI agent replied,playing dumb

--Shes not your type-- he repeated-- fun, loves to read and excersice her mind, loves to dance, have a social life

--Im not into jerico

--Yet with few adjectives you recognized her-- Reddington bit back-- if you still want to pursue her,start small, she likes her tea with two sugar and a lemon peel, her favorite types of baked goods are croissants and she has a habit of stressing over details

--What are your Intentions?-- Donald asked turning to face the Man, slightly annoyed.

--Well im part of the people who are tired of your obvious stares at her, do something before intell her myself

--As if she would trust you

--She can tell when people are lying remember?-- Raymond pushed with his tone being more threatening than playfull-- shes not from here

--Where is she from, then?-- The other Man asked.

--She is not from here-- Reddington replied matter-if-factly.

Ressler sighs in exhasperation and walks closer to the evidence board.

That night, jerico was typing away when she hears a gentle knock on the door-- pase!-- (come in)she said cheerfully.

--uh, good evening-- Donald said entering the room with some tea and a paper bag of croissants-- you seem busy

--I am, but what do you-- she looks up from her computer-- oh Ressler you didnt need to-

--You brought me coffee last night, im returning the favor

Jerico giggled, and his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful...

--Thank you-- she replied giving him a warm smile that made him forget his own name.

--N-no problem-- he stuttered Back-- uh-uhm have a good night, do-dont...dont stay up late, get back home at a reasonable hour..

--You too!--She said back, though Donald had sped out of the room while trying to not so subtly cover his face.

The Next day, jerico is walking with reddington through a park, supposedly to talk about their Next target, but really they are catching up.

--Did he like the coffee?--He asked.

--Yeah, yeah he did-- she replied looking at the birds resting on the tree branches.

--You seem distracted today--Raymond pointed out.

--Im homesick thats all-- jerico admitted.

--Well, i know your people are known to not like being away from family for a long time-- raymond said, patting her back.

--Yeah, i miss my mom's sun buns a lot, actually, I think I also miss how calm Terr-- she makes a pause-- my home is, never ending fields, beaches in every extreme of the continent, I mean you've been there

--Yes, your home is quite beautiful-- Raymond agreed-- how are your parents?

--Ozóz (mom) is alright, a lot of work in her hands, and she has four of 'em-- both shared a laugh) Kazkáz (dad) is okay actually, hes betting over what Soccer team is going to win Next match

--And who do you think Will win?-- Reddington asked.

--The sun lions for sure, they've been training for weeks,Aajab is going to be so dissapointed, Him and dad always make bets over it

--And agent Ressler?

Jeri made a pause, her cheeks warming up-- Well...,Hes alright, looks very stressed, and I really dont know how to talk with him

Reddington started thinking, looking at the woman besides him-- Well, im sure you'll figure it out..

She only pressed her head against his shoulder, and sighed loudly-- I dont have the best of luck with...getting partners y'know? Its been very hard lately

--Im sure its been hard-- Raymond agreed putting his arm around her shoulder-- whatever your brain has been saying, its not true

--Thanks Ray...

--Of course, kiddo

Between all the work on the New case, countless hours of probably not payed overtime, and a lot, a lot, of paperwork,Reddington and Jerico didnt have time to talk to eachother.

Now, she sat on her Office, face against her desk, her body felt sore from running around like a headless chicken, her head felt like she was going to explode.

--You dont look good-- Ressler said, entering her Office with a stack of paperwork.

--yeah no shit Sherlock-- jeri looks up-- oh no, no more paperwork

The Man chuckled, Setting the paperwork on a spare chair-- you should clock out, I already did, maybe...-- he cleared his throat trying to ignore the creeping warmth on his cheeks-- maybe you should come with

--I dont wanna bother--

--its not a bother if its you, c'mon-- Donald didnt think much about what he said, but he didnt complain when jerico followed him out of their workspace.

--Need a ride? Heard your car broke down-- the Man said opening the passenger's Seat.

--Look at you, being a gentleman-- jeri teased, entering the car.

--I try my best..-- he closed the door and quickly Walked towards the driver's Seat-- I know a café we can stop by, then I can drop you off at your house?

--Yeah, I could use something warm to drink-- she admitted, looking out the Window.

Now, Donald didnt want to get distracted while Driving,so he tried his best to look at the road.

--Mind if I turn on the radio?--She asked.

--Not at all..

Soon soft music invaded the car, and as he stopped for a red light, his eyes dart towards his companion.

Jerico looked peacefull, he could see the dark bags under her eyes, when did she let her hair down? It made her face look softer, she lets out a yawn, and makes herself comfortable in the Seat.

Then, the song changed.

"Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek"

Her eyes lit up as she recognized the song, and she smiled, she looked so beautiful when she smiled.

Donald had to swallow hard and force himself to look at the road.

But then, she started singing.

--Yes, heaven, I'm in heaven

And the cares that hung around me through the week

Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek-- Her voice, so nice to the ear, right on the timing of the song and all.

And then, he found himself drumming his hands against the steering wheel to the rythm of the song.

--Actually, why dont you stay at my place?-- Jeri asks-- its late, its getting cold, and its safer

--Are-- are you sure? I do-dont want to bother..

--Its never a bother if its you...--She replied, and he had to grip the wheel to try and calm himself down, his heart was beating hard against his chest.

--Alright, thank you..

--Of course!

Once they arrived at her home, he parked on the empty parking spot inside of her yard and Walked inside.

Her livingroom was cozy, he could see a set of stairs that Led to the second floor, the kitchen was some feet away from him,instead of a door there was an arch way, and one of the Windows in the kitchen showed the back yard.

--Make yourself comfortable-- jerico commented-- coffee or tea?

--Coffee, black, do you uh...have anything to eat?--He asked taking off his coat and hanging it on the coathanger.

--Yep, anything in particular?

--Not really, just hungry-- He admitted.

--Okay, be right back then-- she took off her own dark green coat and threw it on the sofa's Back rest, walking towards the kitchen

Now alone, Donald looked around, the walls were a warm shade of beige, there were hanging plants, paintings of nature, and photos.

What caught his attention was a photo on the coffee table, he sat on the brown sofá and grabbed the picture frame.

There he could see a black woman with a big afro, round glasses and a white dress with flowers, holding up a teenager, short brown hair, eyes closed while smiling, she was wearing a yellow shirt, a light blue shorts and sandals.

Besides them was a Man, Tawny colored skin, Brown eyes and black hair thrown back into a ponytail, the sides of his head shaved, he had freckles and was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts.

He Turned the picture frame around and saw an inscription "Mamá y Papá".

" is she adopted?" He asked himself, settling the picture on the table.

Soon jeri came by with two cups.

--thank you-- he said as he grabbed the cup with coffee.

--Of course-- she sat down besides him.

He looked at the picture frame and then back at her-- Those are your parents?

--Yep, they are-- jerico said with nostalgia on her voice, grabbing the picture-- shes Eryz-- she pointed at the woman-- thats my mom, and hes Ray, My dad -- she looked at him and snorted-- we look nothing alike, I know

--Well, you do look happy-- Donald complimented.

--Yeah, that was my fifteenth birthday, it was very fun, my Friends and I had so much fun..., Man I miss my parents

--Where are they now?-- He asked drinking from his coffee.

--Back home, but I havent had the chance to spend time with them -- Jeri replied

--Hopefully youll get some soon

--Yeah, hopefully

And then silence fell between both of them, he looks at the picture on her hands.

"Shes not from here" Reddington had said.

"What does he meant by that?" He asks himself. He knew jeri was slightly odd, she barely got hurt during altercations, she always knew when someone was lying, and always seemed to know everybodies intentions.

One time he swore he could see flower buds blooming on her head when she felt strong emotions.

He had to ask, she looked human, but he also didnt want to loose her. He just couldnt, he was in love with her.

Since the first time he saw her, their first mission togheter.

Hes been pinning for her for years, And reddington was right, she didnt look like his type.

But she was so fun to be around, shes sunshine incarnate, she was always walking around helping people, comforting them, she was a great woman.

But he didnt know if he was worthy of her, how could he? He was her opposite.

She pulled him like a magnet, and he couldnt get enough.

--Don? Everything okay? --Jerico asked snapping him out of his trance.

--uh- uhm yeah, i zoned out-- Donald replied looking away.

--Hmm-- she mused, not really convinced.

Theres an awkward silence,neither of them look at eachother.

--Remember when we were undercover at a party, and you were wearing that beautiful golden dress?-- He asked, not caring if he was being obvious-- we had to dance...

--Yeah, I remember-- Jeri replied, trying to fight back the smile that was tugging at her lips, she had danced with her face on his chest, shes never felt more safe-- you were wearing that suit that looked great on you

Donald chuckled, his face turning pink-- that night was fun, we even catched the bad guy

--heh, we did, that was a good night

There was a short silence, Donald looked at the gramophone that was sitting besides the bed-- that thing works?

--The gramophone? Yeah, its a family heriloom, why?

--I never finished learning how to slowdance, and we have nothing better to do

--Dont you have to go to work tomorrow?-- She asked.

--Well, its pouring outside-- he pointed out the Window. How didnt she notice it was raining-- cant go to my car with this rain, can I?

She chuckled and nodded-- I only have old jazz songs

--itll do

Soon she grabbed the vynil on the gramophone, and music started playing.

--Will you Grant me this dance?-- Donald asked with a smirk, offering his hand.

--Of course-- She took his hand and both started to slow dance.

They moved slowly back and forth through the room, both never taking their eyes off of eachother.

Donald spun jerico around and the smile she gave him was enough to make him decide that tonight was the night he was going to tell her.

He Gently pulled her closer, their slow dance now only consisted in barely moving, her face was against his chest, and jeri felt like she could spend the rest of her life like that, the smell of his cologne soothing her.

Ressler lifted jericos face up by the chin,-- Theres something I've wanted to tell you... for a while now...--He took a deep breath-- I.. I have feelings for you..-- he braced for the worst, but it never came.

He felt her caress his cheek, and saw her warm smile-- I have feelings for you too...

Donald chuckled happily, pressing his forehead against hers-- Permission to kiss you?

--Permission granted, Agent -- she answered playfully.

He kissed her, and his body felt lighter, he pulled her closer by the waist,and her hands gripped his dress shirt, to then slowly wrap her arms around his waist.

As they parted lips, their eyes Open to look at eachother-- Stay the night?

--Of course..

She rested her head on his chest and both stayed in silence, the rain hitting against the Windows making the house feel cozy.

They dont know at what time they went to sleep, and they didnt care.

Donald hugged jerico from behind, laying in bed, protectively wrapping his arms around her.

His face buried in her hair, it smelled like green Apple shampoo.

Donald had finally told jeri how he felt, he was incredibly happy that she felt the same, and he vowed to Keep her safe.

The Next day, as they worked on the evidence board, Raymond came behind them and say-- congratulations

Both jumped back and looked at him-- What?!

His eyes looked down at how both were holding hands, And gave them a smug smile.

Donald told him to fuck off and he left them alone

Jeri pressed her face on his bicep and started laughing under her breath.

--Its not funny-- Ressler said with his cheeks flushing red.

--I think it is-- Jeri replied kissing his bicep.

--'s not...

At some point during the day, jericó went outside to take a breather, shes looking at the Sky, appreciating that there werent Many clouds, when a voice snapped her out of her trance.

--You should thank your cousin for the rain last night -- Reddington said, standing besides her.

--Xyxy always knows what shes doing

--She is the writer of destiny isnt she? And the goddess of the Sky and weather

--Yeah she is, a powerfull combo if you think about it

The Man besides her chuckles and leans on the handrail she was leaning on-- Will you tell him? Who you are, what you are?

--hes going to find out sooner or later -- Jeri said.

--You dont sound too enthusuastic about it

--Its just...-- what if he starts treating me differently? I dont want him to idolize me!

--Hes not going to, he knows you, and your past wont change that-- Raymond assured her patting her back.

--I hope youre right, if not I think ill cry for weeks

--I am right, and you wont need to cry for weeks, he loves you either way-- he hugged her tightly, and she could only hug back, body relaxing--Funny I share your dads name..

--Maybe he sent you to take care of me

--Maybe, if not its going to be a big coincidence

--Coincidences arent a thing where im from

--Hmm, I guess youre right...they arent , but I think ill know if I ever spoke to the literal god of war

--Ex god of war, thank you, and ex god of Providence-- She corrected.

--Well I think I'd know if I ever spoke to the ex god of war and Providence

She snorts-- ill head back inside

He nodded and let her go.

Some months passed by, and things only went uphill for Jerico and Donald.

But something kept tugging at her, he deserved to know.

So, she took him to a museum, the only museum that had Real relics of her home.

--This is called a wall of legacy-- jerico said-- it tells the story of the family tree of ancient gods

--The plaque reads Terran Gods, Terran? Never heard of them before

-- Some things are best kept hidden-- Jeri added, a bit too sure--At any rate, this is the main family of gods, the Von Terra, hence "Terran gods", that is Elementus Von Terra, creator of the world, that is Karuma Von Terra, god of war and providence -- she pointed at a Man, that had freckles that formed a constelation, and Ressler noticed he looked like his father in law.

--You share a last name with a family of old gods? -- he teased.

--Apparently yeah-- she said mildly nervously-- Thats Elementus' daughter, Valkiria Von Terra, Warrior goddess, Fire elemental, and that one-- she pointed at the drawing of a woman, short hair with dragon hirns growing from her forehead, heart shaped face and the fading paint in her eyes made it look like they were green-- and that is Draco Von Terra, goddes of hunting, earth elemental and its said she could controll a rare type if magic, a mix of all kinds of magic, Some even say its the very life force of this world. Anima magic, Anima means soul, so soul magic

--You sound so sure about it-- Donald pointed out-- whose draco's mother?

--Eryz, Goddess of life and mothers-- She almost sounded...sheepish?

--your mother shares Names with a goddess? --He made a pause-- why do you sound so sure about this?

He didnt notice how people around them left, or how the cameras in the museum looked away from them.

She looked away unsure of what to say.

--look, im going to be blunt. once, Reddington told me you "werent from here" and didnt want to specify where you are from exactly-- he said-- and then I started to remember weird things that ive seen you do, you always leave almost unscathed of any altercations, you always know when someone is lying, and I swear, and dont think im crazy, I swear Ive seen Rose buds Bloom on your hair when I make you blush

--I dont think youre crazy-- Jeri assured-- you are right, of all your suspicions about me, and Reddington is right, im not from here.., Von Terra means "of earth", or "of terra", as weird as it sounds, thats my family on the wall of legacy, and draco is what im supposed to look like

Donald stares at her, making sure she isnt lying, she would lie about something like this. Right?.

--Prove it -- he simply says.

She snorts, and extends her hands, a Rose Blooms from it, and puts it behind his ear--Gev zom or homon Keimon Komi lom wevlom zalhem

--What does that mean?-- He asked.

--i love you, my Sun, im sorry I didnt tell you sooner

He looks at her hands and then at her,-- after everything ive seen on the job, this is a nice change of pace-- he smiled-- im dating a goddess,then?

--Half, I was reborn as a human because I wanted to live like one, that picture you saw the night you confessed was this life's sweet fifteen, I was re born in an Argentine family, hence why I look so different from my parents, though I have to say I looked exactly the same in my past life, gods can shape shift, so our human looks arent exactly the same every day

--And you cant shape shift?-- he never thought he would be asking that. But then again, hes working with a famous criminal, so he has done weirder things.

Jerico shook her head-- Since I was born human, I cant use shapeshifting magic, but I dont want to, im happy with the way I look

--And your...original form?

--I can still transform into what im supposed to look like-- she pointed at the relic besides them-- but it takes a lot of work

He nodded and looked at the floor, still trying to wrap his head around this New Information-- regardless of who or what you are, I still love you, and you should know that-- He looked at her and hugged her-- it only makes you much more special, and it only makes me even more lucky to be with you

Jeri chuckles and hugs back tightly-- thank you..

--Ill always love you-- he said loud enough for only her to hear-- thank you for trusting me with this, now, should I give you an offering in the shape of inviting you lunch, my goddess?

--Shut up Donald!-- jeri pushed him playfully while hiding her face in her hands, roses blooming from her hair.

He laughed loudly, hugging her again, one hand Gently plucking the roses out of her hair-- you dont feel this?

--I dont-- she assured Him.

He tries his best to make a flower crown and Gently places it on her head-- jokes aside, let me treat you to lunch yeah?

She nodded-- Thank you, baby

--Of course-- Donald took her hand-- c'mon love

They walk out of the museum towards a nice place to eat lunch, And though Donald was a long way from understanding who or what his lover was, he Will make sure to understand as much as he could, he loved her regardless.

Ressler kissed jerico Gently while they waited for the cars to let them cross the street, just so she knew he meant what he said.

For Him, she still was the love of his life, his little Ray of sunshine, nothing would change that.

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in other words

i finally surpassed 100lbs... tonight i benched 102.5... wow.. I am proud of myself . it feels good to push myself and my body. it feels good to do hard things. I didnt run as much as i should have.. as much as i would have liked. i'm finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning. christmas is just different. i still like it, maybe not as much as i did when my kids were small. i dont know. Marci knew i was running a 5k and never asked how it was. she says i am one of her closest friends. it's odd to me that she wouldnt ask me how it went. we are going out to eat on Monday. everyone is so surface and here i am looking for something deep.. asking someone about something they had planned isnt even deep.. it should be what friends do. i have a lot to do this weekend. everyone in work is sick. i thought i was getting sick earlier today, but i feel ok now. I feel sad and i'm not sure why. does there have to be a reason? i did 9 push-ups.. that s the most i have ever done.. ever. i have so many reasons to be happy.. james wants me to go to the gym this weekend. i think its going to rain so i should go inside.

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big long rant abt how happy i am rn but its LONG ^_^

holy shit . its a sunday evening and im somehow SO FUCKING HAPPY. like. nnothing even HAPPENED today i just had A GOOD DAY IN GENERAL this is incredible. like. i watched a nice tv episode and saw a funny video and played some minecraft and hollow knight and watched a fuckin crazy jrwi episode and woke up before the sun and felt the wind and watched the sun and heard the birds and. man. and tomorrow i know i have school and thats not even ruining my mood at all. because i have history. and my history teacher is nice. and he wont mind that i havent done any of the work because he gets it. and he explains things in interesting ways and hes kind and he never shouts and its the only class i not only feel comfortable asking questions, but where i WANT to ask questions because hes NICE about questions and i usually probably wouldnt care abt the shit were learning abt but he tells it like its actually REAL and not just a sheet of information. and im just happy. and whilst i didnt finish my codeflippa drawing like i hoped i would, i think ive come to terms w the fact i dont think i wanna ever Finish it, bc my creativity for it died down. i think ill just surround it in a few more flippa doodles n then post it bc ITSF FINE !!!! man. and like. i think ive remembered how it felt to be 5 again. when everything was SO EXCITING and i had no worries about the future because the only thing that EXISTED was here and now. and the world WAS big and scary but it was also incredible and interesting and full of light and colour and. like right now i can smell dinner cooking and for once im taking a moment to feel excited about that. because YES dinner happens everyday but !!! isnt it great that theres gonna be food soon !!!!!! and ill be able to eat it and i hope its smth i like. my sense of smell DID get fucked up 2 years ago BUT THAT ONLY MEANS DINNERS EVEN MORE OF A SURPRISE !!! it smells vaguely of HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT IT SMELLS LIKE THAT ONE CHICKEN DISH I HAD A LOT LIKE 5 YEARS AGO it most likely isnt that but ica nt belive i remember what that smells like . and like !!!! right now im listening tot he celeste soundtrack AND ITS SO GOOD !!!!!!! and MUSIC SOUNDS SO GOOD !!!!! and i played minecraft today and i tamed a dog called. smth. i havent named it yet. and a cat named smth toast related bc i was rlly hungry 4 toast and then i saw it. and i found out there r 3 seperate villages all really close to my base and i built a farm with potatoes and carrots and wheat and i mined for ages and realised my sense of direction in minecraft maybe isnt as bad as i thought it was because i spent like 2 hours in a cave and got utterly lost, but still knew which way west was. and i played a little hollow knight and didnt do too much but got across greenpath because i started a new save yesterday where i did all of crossroads. and if i play more hk later im gonna complete greenpath (or atleast what u can do b4 any other areas). and i saw my cat this morning !!!! and he was so friendly and he went meow meow meow and i went meow meow meow. and i just watched the new DW episode and !!!!! it was rlly good !!!!! ofCOURSEit had its moments of :/ BUT THAT DW FOR U IT ALWAYS HAS ITS :/ MOMENTS but it was SO good !!!!!!! and i love life sm rn and i can hum along to celeste music and my room is a good temperature and. my face ghurts bc ive been smilng so much. but im happy ^_^ and who knows how ill feel later tonight but what matters is that RIGHT NOW i m so in love witht he world :3

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forgot it was possible to see sideblog notifs and im. surprised they have followers but then again so does this blog lmaooooooo. i should make vents again. i miss that. no time like the present.

fuck i need to work on my project thats past due and due tonight and if not turned in would drop me to a C but god. i hate this class and dont wanna but im already on my second retake and this time it was genuinely so much fuckin easier. even if the exact same professor bc shes the only one teaching this class did even worse with scheduling and assignment access this semester. and i genuinely have not been this suicidal since fuckin high and middle school. two different points in each. most bc of my middle school insomnia and All That That happened but my high school wasnt much worse considering i was working part time to full time my senior year of high school while also getting my associate's as my mom was kicking me out/to live with my dad in the near the end of the school year bc of me turning 18 and her being "free" of her legal duties to me [she was not bc by our law that SHE AS A FUCKING FEDERAL JUDGE KNEW was till the child of dicerce is 18 and GRADUATED HS DIPLOMA] she was finally free to move to the opposite side of the country/the political problems and backlash of challenging the baked in theosociological power structure of our city. my birthday was march and graduation was june. literal months and she couldnt wait that fuckin long. and so for the months leading up to my birthday and after i had been living out of my car which both my dad bought for me as an agreement between him and my mom as the end of his child support payments to her and so i wouldnt take the public bus after my mom forgot we had to lie to him that i was being driven to school so he would let me get my college degree bc i had to be at community college at 16 in a Large Dangerous City on the Worst Side Of Town. that shit sucked. i was Stressed and goddamn does it suck being an adult living under your own power and money, no matter how feeble, to know that even when situations are technically objectively better you can still be hella fuckin depressed. and fucking obsessive intrusive thoughts do NOT help but fuck do i wish i had the time to call for help to be able to see a fucking doctor for the first time in my life. like an actual full general doctor and getting an actual checkup and not just a walgreens sick note/athletic packet check. only having ever gone after socially pressuring ur dad by asking his gf for advice while hes halfway done in the bathroom so the conversations still going as he exits so SHE can hound on him instead of being brushed off as an anxious teenage girl bc "whats a doctor going to do?" when asked to go to the er. whos insurance ur on bc you asked him months ago while working on moving in and you couldnt go alone without ur guardian but youd been unable to hear from one ear for months after multiple home/self remedy attempts to clear wax blockage assumption. or my mother coming to visit curious as to why i still have acne after turning 18 bc you shouldnt have acne past 18 and making a dermatologist appointment she paid for to help but having previously told me that she didnt believe in getting sick bc she hadnt gotten sick for years.

and now i have about an hour left to work on a partial coding project bc now IT management is apparently the job of accounting now. i get rationally why theyre doing it and why its important but its fucking stupid and i hate it and again its fucking stupid. anyways. heres to hoping that it goes alright ig but fucking kill me and i hate everything but i swear to fuck if i dont get my bachelors next year im going to lose my shit