#you can't get this type of excitement anywhere else

[luvh4nji]

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 + 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

warning: none really, just fluff :-)

heeseung ; he loves holding you, he needs to hold you. it's such a big comfort for him to be able to feel you in his arms. he doesn't seem like the spooning type, he likes to have you lay on top of him, his arms wrapped around your back, hugging you close to him. the weight of your body on top of him is comforting to him, knowing you're there with him, that he can take care of you and keep you safe.

"you tired?" he asks, bringing a hand up to move stray strands of hair out of your face, grinning softly at how cute you looked when you were trying to stay awake. "you can go to sleep, y'know. 'm not going anywhere."

jay ; he likes to face you. he likes to have you curled into his chest, but facing towards him so he can look at you. he seems like the type to really enjoy the intimacy it brings. and he likes to talk — about anything, really. he likes listening to your voice, the way it gets softer than usual when you're that close to each other, the conversation only shared in the space between you. and he loves when you ask him to talk, loving the way his voice sounds in the quiet of your room.

"...it was a pretty normal day." he finished, running a thumb over the crest of your cheek, admiring how you slowly blinked up at him, a content smile on your features. "sorry i didn't have anything interesting to report." he joked, although it fell flat, his heart beating faster in his chest when you shook your head, telling him you liked hearing about him, about whatever he wanted to talk about.

jake ; he's the type to always have his hands on you in some way. if you're together, there is never a moment where he doesn't have some type of physical contact with you, alone or otherwise. he doesn't mind the pda, if you don't. he likes to feel you, to have you under his hands, to know that you're there with him, doing it more in a subconscious way than anything else.

"what d'you want, babe?" he'd ask, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder as you look at the restaurant's menu. he presses a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck as you answer, pulling away and grabbing your hand. "i'll order for you, lovey."

sunghoon ; he likes his space. he is definitely not the most touchy person, but he gets past it for you, especially if you are a touchy person. he thinks you're so cute when you get excited to see him, running over and wrapping your arms around his neck when he walks into your apartment, pulling him down so you can press sweet, little kisses all over his face.

"missed me?" he asks, hesitating only a little bit before placing his hands on your waist, grinning down at you. his ego swells so much when you nod against his chest, mumbling a soft affirmation, before taking his hand and leading him over to the couch, pushing him down and climbing into his lap, resting your head on his shoulder. and he just gives you this impossibly soft smile, running his hands up and down your back. and he can't help the way his heart swells when you ask him to talk about the tour, tell you everything about the places he went.

sunoo ; he's a very cuddly boy in general. there's hardly a night where he doesn't show up at your apartment, or invite you over to the dorms, to cuddle with him. he likes to wrap his body fully around, preferably laying on your stomach while you lay on the bed, his body trapping yours to the mattress. and he absolutely will not let you get up, unless you make a very convincing case.

"no, you don't." he replies when you tell him you have to use the bathroom, his voice muffled by the skin of your neck. "you're just saying that." he mumbles, raising his head so he could look at you. and you have to practically beg him, before he's rolling off of you, huffing at the ceiling. "just say you hate me and go." but he stops pouting when you lean down to press a kiss to his plush lips before heading to the bathroom.

jungwon ; big spoon. he loves having you wrapped up in his arms, hugging you close to his chest, his face stuffed into your neck, the smell of your shampoo. he likes being that close to you, having you in his arms, being able to hold you as close as he possibly can, as he can physically get you, it's a nice feeling for him. he especially likes reaching around and lacing your hands together.

"you comfortable?" he asks, relishing in the way you snuggle into his chest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hand. he huffs a content laugh when you hum in affirmation, nearly purring at how warm he was. "good." and he waits a minute, letting the silence surround you before he presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. "i love you, honey." and he can't help the way he blushes when you say you love him back.

riki ; no matter what he says, he loves cuddling and physical affection in general. but he won't be sweet with it immediately; he's the type to tackle you. not very roughly, but he loves to wrap his arms around you and push you into the nearest soft surface, telling you to fight back. this always eventually mellows out to him just laying on top of you, enjoying your presence.

he's practically purring as your run your fingers through his hair, delicately brushing out the knots. he'd never admit it, but this is his favorite part of being with you, that you'll let him relax, not teasing him for being soft. it's in moments like this that realizes he truly loves you, but something always stops him from saying it. instead, he just grabs one of your hands, lacing it together with his own and pressing a soft kiss to the skin, mumbling out a quiet "thank you", which holds more weight than you know.

[irisintheafterglow]

coparenting!megumi with satoru where one of you gets lost after school supply shopping it's not the actual child that gets lost

"megs, where's satoru?"

"i thought he was with you."

"that's a problem, then, because he hasn't been with me for the past ten minutes." you plop down next to him, sliding your sunglasses to the top of your head and taking in the busy park in front of you. the weather was comfortable today, cool enough that you weren't sweating but warm enough to have megumi's ice cream dripping down the cone toward his little fingers. you wordlessly hand him a napkin and he takes it without looking at you, continuing to observe the people throwing around a frisbee or having a picnic in the sunshine. there was a playground on the other side of the field and you could vaguely make out the blurry forms of children running about. "you can go play, if you want. i can stay and watch the stuff."

"i don't really want to," he replies. "i like sitting here with you." the corner of your mouth turns up into a smile. he was barely big enough for his legs to touch the ground and he absentmindedly kicked his feet back and forth under the bench. "do we need to go anywhere else today?"

"i don't think so, no. i think we got everything that you'll need for next week." he nods in assent and the toes of his shoes brush against the plastic grocery bags holding his new school supplies.

you could tell megumi was excited, in his own quiet way, when the car pulled into the parking lot of the store. as much as he acted as the bane of satoru's existence, you knew he liked spending time with both of you. you stopped satoru with a gentle hand on his shoulder when his lanky legs ran for a cart, gesturing toward megumi heading down the first aisle, basket in hand. you barely had to do anything for most of the trip; at most, you'd remind the boy of a specific type of pencil or notebook he needed and provide feedback if he was split between two different designs. any additions by satoru were pointedly ignored by the boy unless they were reiterated by you. "if you need anything else, just let satoru know and he'll bring it to your school."

"you can't drop it off instead?"

"i know i usually do, but i have an assignment that's sending me out of town. you'll have to make do with your esteemed mentor for a bit." you smirk and nudge his shoulder with your elbow, chuckling softly when he frowns. it was a little funny, seeing a child have the expression of a businessman desperately waiting for retirement. "what is it, megs?"

"he scares all my teachers." you choke on the sip you take from your bottle, jolting forward and laugh-coughing your way to normal breathing again. it didn't surprise you, what megumi said; it was the incredibly straightforward, slightly amused note in his voice that had water going down the wrong pipes. "i'm serious. whenever you're visiting, people always gush about how well you take care of me."

"and when satoru comes around?"

"they hide." a prideful noise escapes your throat and the two of you have identical smirks as you sit on the bench. your eyes carefreely scan the field for any bright white hair or screams of commotion that could indicate your boyfriend's presence, but there are no such things. nonetheless, you're not worried. he always found his way back to you somehow.

at least, that's what you think.

you feel the telltale buzz-buzz-buzz of your phone in your back pocket and roll your eyes when you see the caller id.

"hello?"

"i'm lost."

"mmm, poor baby," you deadpan, glancing at megumi to see a small smile on his face.

"aren't you going to come find me?" his voice is teasingly playful, implying that he disappeared on purpose just for the hell of it.

"i'm not playing hide and seek with you, satoru. just come back to the ice cream cart."

"but it's so much more fun if you come get me instead," he argues, his voice slightly too insistent for you to think that he's joking. he better be kidding.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. i actually don't know where the hell i am." he is not kidding.

you sigh, standing and taking megumi's hand. "just retrace your steps, sweetheart." you stand and walk a random direction in hopes that your navigationally-challenged boyfriend would find his way to you. the plastic handle of the store bag digs into the crook of your elbow as you continue to hold the phone up to your ear. "can you describe your surroundings?"

"uh, trees."

"those are everywhere, satoru. we're in a park." you can't help the giggle that escapes your lips towards the tail end of your sentence. the irony of the most powerful human on earth being lost in a park was priceless. "any specific monuments or something that i can head to?"

"there's a big field-"

"again, baby, this is a park. look, i'm just gonna do the thing. if you can't find us from that, you might need to rethink your career choice." megumi stifles a snicker from next to you and you abruptly hang up, cutting off the distorted protests blaring from your phone. you have a seat on the grass and megumi mirrors your position, taking your hand when you offer it to him. "just like we practiced, okay?" he sighs impatiently, but you knew it wasn't you he was irritated with. "alright, i'll go first and then you add on to me, yeah?"

stretching your neck from side to side, you close your eyes and slowly channel more cursed energy until it engulfs your entire body. soon, you feel megumi's faint but determined aura bump against yours. after less than a minute, instinct tells you that satoru received your beacon and you look over your shoulder to see him strolling casually across the lawn. he's tall enough that, when he finally stands above you and megumi, he blocks out most of the sun. you can barely see his eyes, but you know he can see the exasperation on your face. he merely beams at you like you produced the oxygen he was breathing.

"found you."

"took you long enough." he effortlessly pulls you up from the ground and you stumble, nearly slamming into his chest. "where did you end up going, anyway?"

"there's an old daycare center towards the back of the park. sensed something there and wanted to kill it before it bothered us," he explains, humming when you brush your fingers over the fabric covering his eyes. he delicately takes your hand and presses light kisses to your knuckles, so dotingly you'd think either of you had just come back from war. you're about to kiss him properly when a small voice clears its throat some ways below you. your face heats, suddenly remembering megumi is still there.

"are we ready to go, or should i give you two a few minutes?" satoru's jaw drops in indignancy.

"watch it, megs, or i'm gonna have satoru be the one dropping off all of your things during the school year." your hand ruffles the black spikes of his hair and he pouts.

"please don't."

"wait, what's wrong with me bringing your things?" megumi exhales tiredly like he'd clocked out of his 9-5 and walks ahead to the parking lot. you and satoru lag behind, his arm wrapped around your waist and matching his steps with yours.

"i'll explain in the car. will you be able to find it okay, lost child?" you raise your eyebrows patronizingly, putting on your best doe-eyed gaze. he scoffs, but you're not done making fun of him just yet. "whatever shall i do if you were to suddenly disappear? i may be forced to find another...suitor." you bat your eyelashes dramatically and you can see his eyes rolling behind his blindfold.

"ha, ha. very funny." his hands ever so slightly squeeze the flesh around your hip and you jump. "now i know how it feels when i start reciting shakespeare over minor inconveniences." you laugh and melt a little when his thumb draws apologetic little circles on your waist. god, he's so in love with you.

"i'm surprised you didn't start monologuing on the phone. it worried me."

"you don't ever need to worry about finding me because i'll always come back."

"you promise?"

"on the moon and the stars."

prompt is from @youneedsomeprompts because coparenting megumi inspiration comes and goes from my mind like an endangered species :))

hope you enjoyed ! likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated <3

[strwbmei]

summary: fucking march's fever out of her

contains: soft sex, friends to lovers at the end, fingering (character receiving), arguably dubcon since march is sick, sort of porn with plot?, virgin march, not proofread, maybe ooc

pairing(s): march 7th x gn!reader

a/n: i need to spoil her and take care of her and eat her out. thank you

"Cute girls can't get sick!"

Or so, were March's last words before diving straight onto the freezing snow of Belobog and proceeding to make snow angels. It had been a long time since the Express had the time to visit Jarilo VI, and while you understood her excitement, her decisions, as expected, did not end well for either of you.

A few days later, March is still sick and you're taking care of her while the other Nameless enjoy their visit to Belobog. "[Name]..." She called out to you with a whiny voice, her lips put into a pout. "Don't you think it's fine for me to go down to Belobog now? Look, I'm basically fully healed!" She sat up from her bed, doing air punches as if that would prove that her fever was gone.

"Pfft..." You snorted. "What are you even doing? And no, I'm not letting you go anywhere until your temperature is back to normal." You say sternly, sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry, March. I know you were really looking forward to visiting Belobog again, but your health comes first."

She slumps in defeat as she lays back down on her side, her back turned to you. "Fine... I enjoy spending time with you like this more, anyway." She mumbled, but due to how quiet her voice was, you only heard the first part. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing." March sighs, turning to face you with her rabbit stuffy clutched in her hands. "Hey, uh... I'm sorry you have to stay behind with me. I really wanted to show you my favorite spots in Belobog."

You tilt your head, resting the back of your hand on her forehead to feel her temperature. "You sure you're alright? You're being way too nice today." You tease. She pouts, playfully swatting your hand away. "Hey! And here I was trying to be considerate..."

You chuckle at her reaction. "Y'know, you're surprisingly pretty cute when you're sick."

"Well, for your information, I'm perfectly cute even when I'm not sick!" She retorts.

"Yeah, yeah."

In all seriousness, taking care of her wasn't an inconvenience to you in the slightest. She was surprisingly cooperative, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy how much more clingy and affectionate she is when she's sick. After all, you've had feelings for her for quite a while now... Her bubbly personality and her admittedly cute looks just seemed to draw you in more and more each day.

March speaks up after a few seconds of silence. "Can I ask you for a favor, [Name]?"

"What is it?" You tilt your head in curiosity.

"Can you... cuddle with me?"

"Hm." You raised an eyebrow. Honestly, you expected something more serious. Cuddling was almost routine to the two of you whenever you hung out, especially during sleepovers when March would cling to you in her sleep like you were a pillow. You never minded. In fact, you've grown to like it.

Not once did she ask first, though. "Why?" You ask with a grin, ready to play it off as a joke. You're not sure what you were expecting, since it was a stupid question in the first place. Cuddling wasn't out of the norm for you two, and you wouldn't be surprised if she was the type to find comfort in snuggling with somebody whenever she was sick.

"Because I miss your touch..." She says in a voice barely above a whisper, yet one that you could hear in her now silent room where it felt like nothing else mattered other than the two of you. "Oh." You gulp, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as soon as she says those words.

Meanwhile, March wants to dig herself into a hole and die. She wasn't supposed to say that out loud, and you were much less supposed to blush! She's surprisingly oblivious for someone so observant when it comes to you, so she never even considered the possibility that you might return her feelings...

However, you best believe she'll be putting out all of the stops if there is a chance that you do, in fact, like her back.

"You don't want to? Fine..." She pouts, and your train of thought is broken once she looks up at you with those eyes that you've always loved, oh so needily... "No- no, I mean, yeah, I'd... love to cuddle with you." You splurt out, stumbling all over your words.

Which is how you ended up in this situation: her body pressed up against yours in a way that isn't appropriate for friends. She might be sick, sure, but she's almost fully healed and there's no way she'd be doing this unintentionally... right?

After a few seconds of contemplation, you decide to speak up. "We shouldn't be doing this, March." You say, your voice soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. "Mm..." She pays no heed to your words, instead opting to wrap her arms around you even tighter if that were even possible.

You gulp. She understands what you mean, right? Maybe you're just reading too much into her actions? Your mouth moves faster than your brain can, and you speak without realizing it. "You're driving me insane."

"...If I'm such a bad influence, maybe you should put me in my place."

She whispers with an almost seductive tone that you've never heard her use before, and you have to take a second to process if you really heard her say that. She knows what she's doing. Has she always been this bold, or is this how she usually gets with everyone every time she's sick? God, you hope that it's just with you.

You roll over to position yourself on top of her, your arms now on either side of her head as the mattress dips under the two of you. "Are you sure that you want this?" She giggles at your question, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck and pulling you into a soft, yet hungry kiss as if she'd been ready for this her whole life.

"Be gentle, okay?" She smiles once she finally pulls away, the room devoid of any other sound other than your heavy breathing and a silence that spoke volumes of the unresolved feelings you had for each other. "Just let me take care of you." You mutter as you leave a trail of soft kisses along her jaw and collarbones, your hand reaching out for the waistband of her pink pajamas. "May I?"

She nods in response, turning her head to the side in an attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. "Pfft... You really are adorable." You mumble to yourself as you pull her pants along with her panties down to her knees. Your fingers find themselves teasing her entrance, rubbing slow circles over her clit and occasionally collecting her slick.

"Mmpfh... I'm fine, [Name]. You can put it in now." As if sensing your worries that you were trying hard not to show, she spoke up. Although you've imagined this scenario multiple times before, you can't help but feel nervous. You want to make sure that her first time is as soft and as pleasurable as it can be.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? Just relax." You say softly, carefully curling your index finger into her cunt and giving her a few seconds to adjust before pumping in and out at a slow pace. The small moans and whimpers she lets out are even better than you'd imagined. "A-ah... That feels good..."

As if on instinct, her hand reaches out for your free one; an act much too intimate for friends, but you indulge her nonetheless. Besides, the two of you have long since done things that most people would deem past the border of a platonic relationship. When did the line between friends and lovers start to blur?

"I've got you, pretty girl. I'm not going anywhere." You coo at her, the gentleness of your voice much in contrast to the quickening pace of your fingers.

Her eyes are fluttered shut. Her hair is sticking to her forehead. Her mouth is ever so slightly parted in an "o" shape. Truly, she is beautiful in every sense of the word. Beautiful like this; beautiful always. "Do you think you can take another finger, March?"

She nods almost too eagerly at your question. You slow down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as you slowly insert a second finger and stretch her out even more. "That's it. You're doing so good, taking me so well..."

After a while, she starts grinding on your fingers, and you take that as a sign to go faster and give her more. The second you start rubbing and pressing down on her clit, she can feel herself nearing her orgasm. She looks up at you with doe eyes and squeezes your hand, and that's all it takes for the feelings you've been repressing all this time to break loose.

"I love you."

Before you can process what you said amid the sea of emotions you're feeling and apologize, she pulls you in for a kiss. Unlike before, this kiss is more tender and warm than lustful, as if she was trying to say that she loved you too. As if she had been waiting for you to say those words her whole life.

You swallow her moans and whimpers as she comes undone around your fingers, finally pulling away after what feels like an eternity. You wish that kiss would last an eternity. Hell, if it were up to you, that moment wouldn't end even after the seas had dried and there were no stars left in the vast skies that she loved so much.

Heavily breathing, you collapse beside her. "Uhm," You break the silence, albeit a little hesitantly. "I'm going to get you some water, and help wash you up if that's fine?" You're far too ashamed to look her in the eye after what you said.

She embraces you in her arms, and it's the safest you've felt your whole life. "Just a little bit more..." She nuzzles her head into your neck, inhaling your scent and holding you just a bit closer.

"I love you too, you big dummy."

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[itsmealaiah]

Hiii! Can i pls request a Eminem x reader smut where reader is his younger girlfriend(still legal) and she gets alot of hate online so Eminem showers her with love and he defends her online?🩷

yes ❤️❤️

who gives a shit?

tags/ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, author not proofreading shit, rushed, comfort, p0rn with plot, dirty talk, just filth, use of the word wh0re.

MDNI ⚠️

do not repost anywhere else, copy, translate, claim as your own, or use anywhere besides this blog.

pairing: em x afab

Your POV:

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing violently against the bedside table. Rolling over, I squint at the screen, still half-asleep. It's a message from marsh, my boyfriend. "Baby girl, wake up." The words are typed in all lowercase, his signature texting style. I smile, reaching over to grab the phone and swipe my finger across the screen. "Hey, sexy. What's up?"

He replies immediately, "Just wanted to make sure you were awake. You know how much I hate it when you stay out late." There's a playfulness in his tone, but there's a hint of worry there too. I can feel the warmth spread across my chest as I smile, thinking about how protective he is.

"I'm awake now, don't worry," I assure him, throwing off the sheets and stretching. I yawn, the motion sending a pleasant ache through my body. "What are you up to today?"

There's a brief pause before he responds. "I'm just chilling at home, gonna work on some new music." He always seems so focused when he's in this mood, but I know he's just as excited about it as I am. "Wanna come over?"

I bite my bottom lip, considering his offer. Being with Em is always better than being apart, but I know what it's like to have him consumed by his work. "Sure, but I can't promise I'll be much company. You know how I am when you're in the zone."

There's another pause, longer this time. "It's okay, baby. Just come over. I'd rather have you here, even if you're just sleeping or reading or whatever." His words make me feel so loved and wanted, it's impossible not to melt a little. "I'll make breakfast, okay?"

Smiling to myself, I gather my things and make my way over to his house. The walk is short, but it never fails to make my heart race a little, thinking about how much he means to me. I knock on his door, and a few seconds later, it swings open. Em stands there, bare-chested and wearing a pair of worn-in denim shorts, his hair messy and his eyes sleepy. He looks so damn sexy.

"Hey," he says, pulling me into a tight hug. I inhale the familiar scent of his skin, musk and sweat and something else that's uniquely him. "I missed you." He kisses me gently before leading me inside. The air in his apartment is warm and comfortable, and there's a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. "I made you some pancakes."

"That sounds amazing," I say, following him into the kitchen. He's already pulled out a chair for me at the small breakfast bar and set a plate of pancakes, along with a cup of coffee, in front of me. "You're the best."

he chuckles, sitting down next to me.

"You really are something else, you know that?" he says, taking a bite of his own pancake. "You're beautiful, and talented, and you put up with all my shit. I don't know what I'd do without you." He leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

"I'm just being honest," I tell him, laughing. "You're a little crazy, but I love you."

He grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I know I am. But it's okay, because you're crazy too. And it works, you know?" He takes another bite of his pancake, and I watch as he chews, his jaw working gracefully. There's a certain rhythm to the way he moves, a fluidity that I find endlessly captivating. "So, what do you want to do today?"

I consider the question, taking a sip of my coffee. "I don't know, actually. What do you want to do?"

He shrugs. "I've got a few ideas, but I'd rather spend the day with you. We could go for a walk, maybe find a quiet spot and just talk or read or something. Or we could just stay in, watch a movie or make out all day." His voice drops low on the last word, and I feel a shiver run down my spine.

"Sounds perfect," I say, reaching over to take his hand. "I could really use some time to just be with you, you know? We never seem to have enough of that these days." He squeezes my hand gently, his touch sending a rush of warmth through my body.

We finish our breakfast, and I help him clean up the dishes. As we're rinsing the plates, I glance up at him, noticing the way his muscles move as he scrubs the sponge across the surface. He's so focused on what he's doing, and yet he's still so graceful. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to watch him pleasure me, the way his body moves in perfect rhythm, the way he'd look at me with those intense eyes. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation.

"You okay?" he asks, noticing the look on my face. "You're acting a little…intense there."

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just…thinking about something." I smile up at him, trying to be nonchalant. "I was just wondering what it would be like if we found some time to be alone later, you know?"

His eyes widen, and a slow smile spreads across his face. "Oh really?" he says, his voice low and husky. "And what did you have in mind?"

I glance down at the floor, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Well, I was thinking…maybe we could find a quiet spot, just the two of us, and you could show me what you're really like in bed." My voice is barely above a whisper, but there's a heat to it that I can't contain. "I mean, I know we've been together a while, but…I feel like there's so much more we could explore together. Don't you ever want to try something new?"

He leans in, his face close to mine. His breath fans across my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Oh, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I'd love to explore all the things you're thinking about with you. I've been wanting this for so long." His hand finds its way to my hip, gently squeezing. "But we should probably find a place where we can be a little more comfortable. You know, where we won't be interrupted."

I nod, unable to speak past the sudden tightness in my throat. I can feel the anticipation building inside me, a mixture of desire and nervousness that seems to pool low in my belly. I know he's going to make me feel amazing, and I can't wait to see what he has in store for us.

He takes my hand, leading me upstairs to our bedroom. The room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. He turns to face me, taking in my expression, and then leans in, pressing his lips against mine. His tongue darts out, tentatively exploring my mouth, and I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands move down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

He breaks the kiss, stepping back just enough to strip off his shirt. It falls to the floor, revealing his sculpted chest, dusting of fine hair leading down to his waistband. Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, lets his pants slide down his hips, and steps out of them. He's completely naked now, and the sight of him takes my breath away. His erection is impressive, already half-hard, and I can't help but wonder what it would feel like buried deep inside me.

He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to where I sit on the edge, my heart racing. He reaches down, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and pulls them off in one swift motion. I'm left completely bare before him, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. He looks at me for a long moment, taking in my exposed body, before moving forward, pressing his lips against my neck. His hands find their way to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing gently.

I arch my back into his touch, moaning softly. "Please," I whisper, feeling the need for him growing stronger with every passing second. He moves his lips down my body, kissing and nipping at my breasts, sucking one hard before moving to the other. His hand slides between my legs, finding my aching center, and I gasp as he touches me. It feels so good to be touched like this, so intimately and thoroughly.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and then slowly slides a finger inside me. I'm so wet, it feels like I've been waiting for this for hours. He begins to move his finger in and out, finding a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel myself growing wetter, more needy with each passing second. His free hand finds its way to my clit, circling it gently before moving in to press against it, and I cry out, arching my back off the bed.

He smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You feel so good," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "So wet and ready for me." He pulls his finger out of me long enough to reach down and position his erection at my entrance. There's a moment of breathless anticipation as he pushes inside, filling me completely. It feels so good, so right. I gasp as he sinks deeper, stretching me in a way that makes me ache for more.

His hands move up to my shoulders, gently holding me down onto the bed as he begins to thrust into me. Each thrust is powerful and deliberate, driving him deeper inside me with each passing second. I can feel every inch of him as he moves against me, and the sensation is overwhelming. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny trails of blood as I struggle to keep myself from coming apart beneath him.

He leans down, capturing one of my nipples between his lips, sucking hard as he thrusts into me. The combination of pain and pleasure is almost too much to bear, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control. My hips meet his each time he drives into me, my body begging for more. His free hand moves between us, finding my clit once again, circling and teasing until I'm on the brink of orgasm.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes deep inside me, his body tensing as he releases himself against my flesh. I feel him grow still for a moment, and then he begins to move again, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he regains his strength. His hips meet mine in perfect rhythm, and I can feel the tension building inside me once again.

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as my orgasm washes over me in a wave of intense pleasure. My body arches off the bed, my cries of release muffled against his shoulder. He continues to move inside me, his thrusts growing deeper and harder as he finds his own release.

He's powerful and dominant, but there's also a gentleness to him that I hadn't expected. The way he kisses and caresses me, the way he listens to my gasps and moans, makes me feel cherished and desired. I'm no longer aware of the rest of the world as we move together, lost in this intimate dance.

Time seems to stand still as we make love, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I can feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching the pace of our lovemaking. It's as if we've known each other for years, as if we were meant to be together like this.

When he finally collapses on top of me, spent and satisfied, I'm left feeling both fulfilled and completely and utterly content. He rolls to the side, pulling me into his embrace, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It's soothing, comforting, and I realize that this is what I've been missing. Not just sex, but this connection, this intimacy.

As I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if this is what love feels like. I mean, we just met, and it was sort of weird that he knew my name, but…the way he touched me, the way he made me feel so wanted and desired…it's like nothing I've ever experienced before.

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing insistently on the nightstand. Groggily, I roll over and grab it, glancing at the screen to see that it's three in the morning. Great. Who could possibly be texting me at this hour? I unlock the phone and scroll through my messages, feeling a knot form in my stomach as I see a string of nasty comments from my "friends" online.

They're all talking about how I must be some sort of whore, how I should be ashamed of myself, and how everyone knows who I am now. The words sting, but somehow they feel hollow compared to the warmth that still lingers in my body from our lovemaking. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to push away the hurt and focus on the feeling of being loved and wanted for who I am, rather than what people think they know about me.

I roll back over and nestle myself against the solid wall of his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. He stirs, one hand moving to cradle my head as he kisses the top of my head. "What's wrong baby?" he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

I hesitate for a moment, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment by sharing the ugliness of the outside world with him. But I can't help but wonder if he's ever experienced anything like this before. "People are being really mean online," I whisper. "They don't know what they're talking about, but it still hurts."

He sits up slowly, pulling me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. His strong arms wrap around me, holding me tightly against his chest. "It's going to be okay," he whispers, kissing the top of my head. "They're just jealous, that's all. They don't know what they're missing." His words are soothing, and I feel a little of the tension drain from my body.

He leans back against the headboard, cradling me in his arms, and I gaze up at him. His eyes are intense, but there's also a hint of sadness there. "Believe me when I say that none of that matters, y/n. You are perfect just the way you are. And as long as you're with me, you'll never have to worry about what anyone else thinks." His words make my heart ache, and I can't help but wonder if he truly means them.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "I wish I could believe that," I whisper.

He strokes my cheek with his thumb, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You can believe it," he says firmly. "Because it's true. You are everything to me, and no one can take that away." His words are like a balm, easing the ache in my chest.

I nestle closer to him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. Despite the cruelty of the outside world, in this moment, everything feels right. I can't help but wonder how long this will last, and if the weight of the world will eventually crush us. But for now, I'm going to hold onto this feeling, this sense of being loved and wanted for who I am, and enjoy every second of it.

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Batting Practice Part 5 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Your kitten costume leaves Bradley feeling more and more possessive of you and Everett. And hopefully Frank can take a hint.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing (eventually 18+)

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

You kept glancing down at the tote bag on the floor next to your desk. It was filled with everything you bought on Amazon. You only needed to get through the afternoon, and then you could change into your kitten costume and sneak out of work. 

When Frank knocked on your door, you were so distracted, you accidentally told him to come in, even though you were trying to avoid him.

"Hey, baby," he said cautiously. "I just wanted to see how your weekend was."

"It was fine," you answered without looking away from your computer monitor as you typed away. 

"Who answered your phone on Saturday?" he asked.

Your fingers typed a word that didn't exist in any language as you finally glanced up at him. "Everett's tee ball coach."

"Oh. He called you Kitten."

You sucked in a breath. "Yeah...."

"I could start calling you Kitten," he said with a grin. "You like that?"

"You don't get to call me that," you gasped. Unexpected lust for Bradley pooled low in your belly at the same time as dread filled you up. You needed to be done with Frank. "In fact, don't call me anything. And please don't call my phone again."

"Come on, Kitten," he said, closing the distance to your desk.

"No." You were shaking your head at him. Nobody else should be calling you that. 

"So that guy can call you Kitten, but I can't?"

You sighed and rubbed your fingertips along your temples. He was ruining what you were hoping was going to be an excellent day. 

"Please, Frank. This was fun while it lasted, but I don't really see us going anywhere. And I don't think we should see each other anymore outside of work related business." That should hopefully do the trick since you never overlapped work with him. And really, what was the point in being with Frank if you were thinking about Bradley the whole time anyway?

But he still looked confused. You sighed; how had you managed to get yourself into this mess? Had he honestly gotten attached after a few months of randomly hooking up without defining the relationship?

"You don't want to be together anymore?" Frank asked.

Your eyes went a little wide. "We're not really together, Frank. We were just hooking up."

He nodded at you and just said, "Right, right," a bunch of times before leaving.

"You need to pick better guys," you whispered to yourself. And then your mind was flooded with images of Bradley in various baseball related articles of clothing, smelling sweaty and spicy, and talking in that deep, raspy voice. 

You squeezed your thighs together before focusing your attention back on your work. But your mind started drifting again. What if none of the other parents dressed in a costume today? At least you were Team Mom, so if would be expected of you to wear one. But what if your costume choice was too forward? What if Bradley didn't like it? Oh no, you had chosen it just for him. What if you embarrassed yourself?

"Shit," you groaned when it was time to get changed and pick up Everett. It was too late to turn back as you slipped into the ladies' room and convinced yourself this was a good idea. You changed into the skin tight, black bodysuit and your black jeans. But you kept your black heels on. 

After you checked your makeup in the mirror, you clasped your thick, burgundy choker around your neck. "Oh god," you gasped, already embarrassed about what you were doing. But part of you found yourself too sexy looking to backtrack. 

Then you managed to sneak out to your car with the ears, tail and makeup in your tote bag. Everett was beyond excited to go to practice today. When you picked him up, he immediately asked, "Do you have everything for my costume?" 

You just laughed and promised him you did. "I've got your Phillies hat and jersey. And the stick-on mustache, and the sunglasses." 

Everett insisted on dressing up as Coach Bradley today. If you and Everett didn't embarrass yourselves off the baseball field, you would be shocked. 

But as you tried to park next to the Bronco, you saw Sandra whip her car into your intended spot. With an eye roll, you chose a different one, but you still had to watch her climb out of her car dressed as a slutty referee. At least Henry looked cute as Spiderman.

"Great," you muttered, handing everything back to Everett so he could get changed in the car. You saw Piper and her mom were both dressed as The Incredibles, which was really cute. But a lot of the other moms were wearing things that were short and tight. Bradley probably wouldn't even notice you at all. 

You folded down your visor and used the washable makeup to draw on a nose and some whiskers. Then you touched up your lipstick and slipped the cat ear headband into place. You did look cute, even you thought that much. 

"I need help with my mustache," Everett said, and you climbed out of the car and helped him stick it on before clipping your tail into place.

"I didn't know you liked cats, mommy," Everett said before he took off toward the bleachers with his gear back, leaving you to gingerly walk in your heels across the turf.

"Apparently, Coach Bradley does," you murmured to yourself as you followed your son at a much slower pace. But when you saw Bradley and Bob standing together, laughter bubbled out of you. Bradley was dressed as Mario, and Bob was Luigi, and they both had plungers slung over their shoulders as they chatted with a clipboard between them.

You watched Sandra desperately trying to get their attention, bending over and stretching with Henry in front of them. But as soon as you rounded the bleachers and headed for the spot where Everett was already changing his shoes, Bradley looked up and met your eyes. 

You watched as Bob continued to talk, but it didn't look like Bradley was paying attention. His hand holding the plunger slowly fell to his side as he looked you up and down. Then he licked his lips, and you felt faint.

You waved your fingers at him and mouthed, "Hi, Coach." And then he was heading your way.

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Bradley avoided looking at Sandra's rear end as she strutted around in front of him. Bob was aware of her ass as well, and was also trying not to look. She had pulled the same thing with Bob about exchanging phone numbers 'just in case'. 

Instead, the coaches were focusing on the plans for practice, and Bradley was already grinning at the kids in their costumes. When he saw Everett, he immediately glanced further past the bleachers and saw you. Dressed as a kitten.

"Holy shit," he muttered, wandering away from Bob as he was mid sentence. You looked sexy, waving your fingers at him and biting your lip. He wanted that lip between his teeth. He wanted your body pressed between him and the Bronco. He wanted his face between your legs. 

Bradley was flushed and sweating as he approached you. "Kitten," he rasped, throat dry, heart pounding. "Jesus. You look..."

He took a moment to really appreciate you up close. You were wide eyed and looking up at him expectantly, red lips parted below your drawn on whiskers. You were wearing a choker made out of a shiny, deep red material that he wanted to touch. He smiled at the cat ears you were wearing, but when his eyes dipped to your chest, he felt his body pulse. He could tell you weren't wearing a bra under your skin tight top. He reached for you, unable to help himself. And you didn't stop him when he ran his thumb down your forearm and along the back of your hand. 

"...like a sexy Kitten," he finished, and your lip went between your teeth again as your eyes fluttered closed. "You wear this for me?" He needed to hear you say it. 

"Coach Bradley! You look like Super Mario!" Everett called, and Bradley took a quick step away from you. 

"Hey, kiddo," he said, swallowing hard and focusing on your kid. "Wait a second... are you dressed as me?"

"Yes!" Everett replied, slipping a pair of aviator sunglasses into place. He was wearing Phillies gear. And a fake mustache. 

Bradley burst out laughing. "You look good, kid. Authentic. You just need a Super Hornet to round it out."

"What's a Super Hornet?" Everett asked, eyes like saucers. "I don't like bees."

Bradley chuckled and patted him on the shoulder. "It's a really fast airplane. Maybe I can show you one up close one day, if it's okay with your mom."

"Mom! Please?" Everett turned to you, begging, and Bradley was happy to have an excuse to focus on you again.

"You could come too, Kitten," he said, his name for you slipping out before he even realized what he had said. Everett was looking back and forth between the two of you, but thankfully Bob blew his whistle, and Everett took off toward home plate. 

"That sounds fun, Coach," you told him with a grin. 

He looked you up and down one more time, letting his eyes linger on your lips. "Do not even think about walking to your car later without me."

"Okay, Coach," you told him with a grin. 

Bradley turned and tossed the plunger next to his bag, and ran his hands over his face. You dressed up like a fucking kitten. He was already jerking off nearly every day to the image of your face and your ass in that pencil skirt. But this was too much. He glanced back once, and he could see your taut nipples pushing against your bodysuit, your tits pressed together as you tucked your hands into your jeans pockets. 

"Fuck," he groaned, pressing his lips together so none of the kids could hear him losing his cool. He was never going to make it through this practice without embarrassing himself. 

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You couldn't help but smile as you watched Bradley and Bob dressed as Mario and Luigi. They actually looked adorable. And all of the kids in their costumes were so cute too. You laughed as a unicorn ran for home plate while Bradley cheered her on. 

You snapped a few photos of Everett and texted them to your sister, Molly, as you eavesdropped on the other moms.

"Grown men should not be allowed to look hot dressed in bright blue overalls, but here we are."

"I'd let either of them seduce me in a bad Italian accent, Tara. And I would love every minute of it."

You pressed your lips together to stifle a laugh as you read the new text from your sister. 

What is Ev dressed as? A Phillies player? And who is that hot Mario? What is going on at tee ball? I have more questions than answers. 

You just rolled your eyes and told her you would call her later. As soon as you told her that Ev had hot coaches, she was going to show up to a practice. And frankly you'd been enjoying the time to yourself to ogle Coach Bradley in peace. 

You watched your son tossing a ball back and forth with Bob in the outfield. It looked like Bob was practicing some skills one on one with each kid to try to find which position might be best for them. You watched Everett throw the ball with some pretty good accuracy. 

Part of you figured you should invite Danny to come to one of the games or practices. You doubted he would come; he probably wouldn't even respond to you. But it was the right thing to do when you technically shared custody with him. You had realized over the past year or two that 'sharing custody' was simply Danny's way to get out of paying child support. But you didn't need his money anyway.

You groaned and texted him about tee ball, but you wouldn't hold your breath that he would spend two hours away from whichever twenty year old he was sleeping with to see his son play. 

When practice ended and the kids all dispersed for the bleachers, Everett ran right to you.

"Coach Bob said I might be a really good pitcher!" he told you, out of breath.

"That's fantastic!"

"And Coach Bradley called me a power hitter again!"

You hugged him against your body and let all thoughts of Danny go as you watched Bradley chat with the lineup of moms. He kept glancing your way, as if to make sure you weren't leaving without letting him walk with you. 

"Can we go? I'm hungry," Everett whined. 

"Chill. I put apple slices in your bag," you told him as Bradley nodded his head and slowly backed away from Sandra as she tried to step closer to him. Finally, you and Everett were the only ones left besides the coaches. Bob gave you a once over and blushed before he nodded in your direction and waved goodbye to Everett, who was munching on his apple. 

Bradley and Bob bumped fists before Bob headed for his truck. "Sorry for making you wait, Kitten," Bradley said softly when he reached you. 

"We didn't mind," you told him. Your heart was already pounding harder with him standing so close. 

"Ready, kiddo?" he asked Everett who nudged himself between the two of you for the walk to the car. But Bradley was smiling at you over his head as Everett asked a million questions.

"Coach Bob said I might be a good pitcher. Do you know how to pitch? Even though you used to play shortstop?"

"I've got a decent curveball," Bradley replied, smiling at you. "Sliders are okay, too."

"Can you show me?" Everett asked, bouncing as he walked. 

Bradley looked down at him and nodded. "Sure. We can go to the park one day."

And now your heart was pounding even harder, because he really did seem to want to spend time with your son.

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Bradley finally glanced away from your face and your body as the three of you neared the parking lot. He frowned. "Why didn't you park next to me?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "I tried to, but Sandra cut me off and parked there."

"But that's your spot," he grumbled, already used to standing between your car and the Bronco and helping Everett get in the backseat of your car. He liked the way it felt kind of private. 

You were grinning. "Should I put out a 'Reserved for Team Mom' sign?" you asked with a laugh.

"It's not a bad idea," he replied, opening your back door for Everett. "Way to go, kiddo. And once again, top notch costume. You really nailed the mustache."

Everett high fived him and climbed in, still munching away on his apple slices. 

Bradley closed the back door and leaned one hand against the driver's door, which your back was pressed up against. He was hoping for a few minutes alone with you, but he knew this was the best he was going to get. At least all of the other moms and kids from the team had already left, and Bob was pulling out of the lot right now.

"Kitten," he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed as you pressed your palms back against your car door at your sides. Your reaction to him had him inching closer to you. You were spread out flat against the car, and Bradley wanted to press himself against you. But he saw Everett in the backseat, flipping through a book, and he knew he shouldn't.

"Coach," you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice.

"You never answered my question earlier."

"Which question?" you asked softly, and he stroked the back of your hand with his fingertips and leaned in a little closer. 

"Did you wear this for me?" His eyes dipped down to your choker and then to your chest. 

You bit your lip again, and Bradley had to fight for control as you looked up at him and said, "Yes. Just for you."

"Fuck." He let his finger trail up your arm and watched you lips part as he brushed your bare collarbone with his knuckles, fingering your choker. When his gaze met yours again, he boldly asked, "A collar, Kitten? You're domesticated? No more claws?"

Your sharp intake of breath had him beyond needy. Then you said, "Claws are for the bedroom, Coach." 

His cock throbbed, and he was speechless. He was never speechless around women. Especially not when he was flirting. But this shit was next level. He was so into you, and nothing physical had even happened yet. 

"I always wanted a cat," he told you with a smirk. "But I'm allergic. I don't seem to be allergic to Kittens though. Gotta spend more time around you to find out for sure."

"Mommy!" Everett called, and Bradley watched your chest heave as you sighed. 

"Might be easier said than done," you murmured, turning your body toward the door and holding up your index finger for Everett. "One second, sweetie."

"I'm in no rush, Kitten. But I would love to take you out one night," he whispered, and you looked up at him over your shoulder. 

"Really?" you asked, and Bradley had the urge to kiss off all of your red lipstick and your whiskers. He wanted to run his fingers along your choker.

"Text me. Let me know if I can take you out for dinner."

You nodded and smiled. "I'll text you, Coach. See you on Thursday."

"Bye, Kitten."

Bradley watched you pull out of the lot as he stripped out of his costume and tossed it onto his back seat. He stopped for some takeout for dinner and got gas. But by the time he got home and checked his phone, he was speechless again. 

You had sent him a selfie in what he assumed was your bedroom in all your Kitten costume glory. The photo was followed by one word. Meow.

Bradley saved it to his photos and wrote back to you.

Kitten, you're teasing me like a ball of yarn.

You simply responded telling him you couldn't wait to see him on Thursday. And Bradley supposed that was just as sexy. 

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Kitten's costume has Bradley feeling some sort of way...but can we mention Ev's costume?! Tiny Bradley! Thanks to @beyondthesefourwalls and @mak-32!

PART 6

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Tesco

Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Connected to Uni Love II

Summary: How Leila got the bruise on her cheek

Leila's minding her own business as she wanders through her local Tesco. She's got one earphone in as she goes down the snack aisle. She's meant to be getting food for a little meetup at Deyna and her girlfriend's house but, as the only one out of the Man City girls going currently not injured, she can afford to be a little bit late.

Every Brit she meets says that there's something magical about Big Tesco but, honestly, she's not entirely sure she gets the appeal.

Deyna's girlfriend gave her a list to stick to but Leila's pretty sure that lists are just guidelines anywhere so she's going off vibes only as she crouches down in front of one of the fridges full of dessert.

She doesn't even realise what's happening until she's sprawled out on the floor with pain blooming on her cheekbone. Leila looks up in confusion to see a full trolley where she used to be crouching and the prettiest girl she's ever seen approaching.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!"

Leila's still completely star-struck as you approach, your hands fluttering over to check her face.

"I didn't even notice you! God, I'm sorry. Can I do anything? Are you alright?"

Leila, in a moment of pure adrenaline, captures your hand in her own and kisses the back of it. "I am so okay." She's trying to be smooth (Deyna and Laia would laugh at her if they were here) and, thankfully, you seem to be flattered if the blush on your face is anything to go by.

"I feel terrible," You say," Can I buy your basket for you? As a sorry."

"If you buy my basket," Leila replies as you help her to her feet," Then can I have your number? I'd love to take you out."

You laugh and inwardly, Leila pumps her fist in victory. "Are you trying to pick me up? In a Tesco?"

Leila grins, even though the movement makes her cheek ache. "I've heard that Big Tesco was a magical place but I didn't know that it stocked such beautiful girls like you."

You laugh under your breath. "Oh my god. I hit you with my cart and you're trying to pick me up. I can't believe it."

"I'm Leila," She says with a wink," But you can call me your future girlfriend."

"Wow," You say," You're so forward. Is that because of the pain or just what you're usually like?" You take Leila's basket and put it in your trolley.

"Let me take you on a date and find out."

You grin at her. "I gave you quite a shiner. I hope that you don't hold that against me."

"Trust me," Leila says," I am very happy that you hit me with your trolley."

"It was an accident, truly."

Leila winks. "I wouldn't have minded it if wasn't."

You laugh. "Alright smooth talker. Do you need to get anything else or should we go and pay for it?"

"We can pay now," She says," But if you need longer to make your mind up about me then I'm happy to pretend to need more things."

"You're very charming," You reply, beginning the push your cart to the registers," I've already made my mind up about you." You fish out your phone. "I'm working for the next three days but I'm available at any time after six if you still want to go out."

Leila has to restrain herself from snatching your phone to type in her number so makes sure to take her time (but still ends up wearing a smile that betrays how excited she is).

You do the same with her phone, shyly handing it back. "You should probably go get some ice to put on your bruise. Is it far from your place?"

"My friend's girlfriend is a doctor," Leila confesses," I'm actually heading there now."

"Well," You say, feeling bold and giving her a goodbye kiss on the cheek," I hope she has ice for you. I'd hate for that pretty face of yours to be all black and blue during our date."

You waltz off and Leila stands frozen for several minutes as she watches your retreating figure.

Then, her phone chimes.

It's Deyna, asking where the hell she is.

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partying with ateez - headcanon

how would a party look like with ateez members

headcanon, romance, fluff, a little spicy in some parts

gn!reader x bf!atz

wc. ~0.8k

an: this goes so well with the new wanteez episode, I wrote this even before it was announced though. you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

hongjoong 

-doesn't really want to go out in the first place, but doesn't want you to go without him either

-so in the end he'll end up going with you to keep an eye on you

-matching outfits, that don't really match (if that makes sense)

-he says that he can handle alcohol, but he can't, so he will be the first to get drunk

-like a weird drunk?? he does things he normally wouldn't do, like dance like a crackhead in the middle of the crowd

-when someone is looking at you, his scorpio is coming out, he places his hands somewhere on your body, usually on your hips, so everybody can see you are his

seonghwa

-that one person everybody likes to be around and dance with

-he always wants to pay, but you agreed to take turns on paying for the drinks

-knows the actual choreos for the songs, and having a full-on concert

-very light-weighted, cute tipsy type, just gets tired very quickly

-even there, he tries to take care of you, makes sure you don't drink too much or don't feel uncomfortable

-always accompanies you to the bathroom, he can't let you go alone anywhere

-he definitely is the best dressed there, no doubt

yunho

-ohh the life of the party, it's not even a party until he doesn't arrive

-dances all night long, with you, with friends, with strangers, with everybody

-becomes friends with the DJ, and has his own little part at the party, when he plays songs

-dances on the table with you, holds you tight, so you don't fall off

-handles alcohol very well, you can't even tell the difference between his real personality and when he's drunk

-can hardly be dragged home, you have to at least tell him you want to leave 30 minutes earlier, so he can say goodbye to all the people

yeosang

-this boy is so adorable, he couldn't say no to you when you invited him to a party

-but he hates it, when you arrive, he feels so uncomfortable, you have to buy him like 3 drinks at least, so he can feel better

-you ask him if he wants to go home, but it's too late now, the drinks kicked in, and he's feeling himself

-dancing with you in the crowd, doesn't care about anyone else, like really tiny dance

-you've never seen him like this before, or anybody, he talks a lot when he is drunk

-the next time he is the one asking if you want to go out because last time he had so much fun

san

-he was excited to go out with you, to see you all dressed up and having fun

-he stays at the bar staring at you while you are dancing and having the time of your life

-gets you a drink every now and then, he brings it to you and leaves a peck on your cheeks with it

-claimed that he is very good at drinking (he is not)

-dead stares everyone whos looking at you inappropriately, acts immediately if someone is trying to dance with you

-watching you for so long, he can't control himself, pulls you aside to the bathroom and...(you know)

mingi

-he can't handle alcohol at all, he says he can, but everyone can tell if he had even one drink

-wants to buy a drink for everybody at the club, and thinks he is friends with everyone

-just vibing to the music, might break dance if he had a little too much to drink

-feels the urge to tell everyone you are his beautiful girlfriend/boyfriend, and talking about how much he loves and adores you, istg it's so embarrassing 

-might cry at the end, because looking at your face made him emotional

-that's when you call the taxi

wooyoung

-social butterfly, somehow already knows everybody, introduces you to his friends as "the love of my life"

-having a drink with every friend he met there while having a quick convo, you can't even tell that he's been drinking

-you need to beg him to finally go dancing, he is such a tease, even when he dances with you

-places one of his hands on your neck, and makes you look straight into his eyes while you dance, he knows exactly what he's doing

-you wanted to kiss him multiple times, but he never let you do it, always pulled his head away, and smirked

-on the way home, a full-on make-out session in the car, from the build-up tension

jongho

-you've never seen him this hyped, he is all smiley (I love his smile so much ㅠㅠ)

-having really good party tricks you never knew about, he's showing off for sure, but he only cares about your reaction and nobody else's

-keeping you close to him, either holding your hands or having his arms around your shoulders

-protecting your drink while you have a toilet break

-when you try to pay for a drink he gets sulky because he wants to pay for everything, so in the end of course you can't say no to him

-carrying you home on his back, because your feet hurt from dancing too much

[thankskenpenders]

Unsure if you’ve answered this anywhere before (sorry if you have!) but! what are your thoughts on Lanolin if you’ve been keeping up with IDW?

Lanolin's been kind of a fascinating addition to the cast to me, now that she's been promoted to the main cast. I kind of love that Lanolin is unambiguously one of the heroes, but she's also, like... not very nice? But she's also not an antihero like Shadow. She's just a different type of hero than most of Sonic's friends. It would have been so easy to just make her the cute friendly sheep girl, but I think she's led to some really interesting internal and external conflicts by having such a different mindset from everyone else.

Sonic is a very Power Of Friendship type series, and most of the recurring heroes are friends with each other. IDW's heroes have slotted right into that. Tangle wants to be everyone's friend. Whisper is extremely introverted due to her past, but the point is to show her making new friends. Belle's in a similar boat. And Jewel got roped into the series because she was already Tangle's best friend.

And then you've got Lanolin, who's not really here to make friends. She's here to work. She wants to do good in the world, which is why she joined the Restoration... and then the Metal Virus Saga happened. Now she's tired and kind of jaded about all of it. She's a cog in the machine whose power is limited, having neither crazy superpowers like Sonic's friends nor any real structural power within the Restoration. So where Tangle wants to go on fun adventures and Whisper's (understandably) weighed down by her personal vendetta with Mimic, Lanolin is this third wheel who doesn't particularly care about any of that and just wants to keep the team focused on doing their job.

I can kind of understand why some might be put off by this new dynamic if they were fans of the way Tangle and Whisper operated before. But personally, I think it shakes things up in a really interesting way. I could easily see a world where Mimic's return felt like a retread of the Tangle & Whisper miniseries, but Lanolin has helped push things in a new direction. She feels like our representative of the rank and file grunts of the Restoration, and the embodiment of the responsibilities that being part of the Restoration entail. Tangle and Whisper can't just go off and do their own thing all the time anymore. For Tangle especially, it feels like the formation of the new Diamond Cutters is forcing her to grow up a little. The Restoration can't always just be this fun secret club where she gets to go on adventures with her girlfriend. It's a job.

But Lanolin's not infallible, of course. She's frequently wrong, and that leads to conflict. But I understand where she's coming from and why she is the way she is, and that makes her an interesting contrast to everyone else. She's also clearly still growing as a character, and learning how to work as a team without just seeing Tangle and Whisper as people to boss around. I'm sure that whenever she learns that Whisper really was right about Duo being Mimic in disguise, that's going to be a BIG moment for Lanolin, and I'm excited to see how that informs her continued evolution as a character.

[cheolsfae]

𑁍 Svt as your bf

Requested: Nope

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Warning(s): None

Requests are open!

S. Coups

P R O T E C T I V E asf!

Someone's bothering you? He's there!

Would give you advice on how to handle the situation if he isn't there.

Clingy little booger.

Cozy, rainy day

You two were laying on the bed snug as a bug!

You laying on his chest listening to his heart beat

Slowly both of you guys falling asleep (watching twilight cause duh lmao)

When I tell you this man would run out and get you snacks at 3 in the morning...!

You want chocolate chip cookies? He's got you!

You've got him too though.

He's having a rough day at work? You're there giving the best moral support/advice you possibly can

You guys are so supportive of each other! 😭

When he's driving — hand on your thigh

So touchy!

Wonwoo

Quality time is his vibe

He's playing video games, you're off doing in the same room

Comfortable silence

Sometimes though, he wanted a lot of attention

When he wanted it, he would do it in little tiny ways

He'd hold your pinky in his

He'd start playing with your hair

If you didn't give the attention he'd pout about it until you did. Very cute

Mingyu

This man is the definition of golden retriever!

Loves to be little spoon

Not that he can't be big spoon, this man refuses to be!

Occasionally, he will be if you need it

But for the most parts, it's him.

The literal definition of empath

You're crying? He's crying while trying to comfort you.

Your excited about a new game coming out? He's just as hyped about it as you are

Date nights at least once a week assuming he isn't on tour

He's mostly planing them

A lot of them are fancy too!

When you guys are out in public, he's holding onto you in some way

He's holding your waist, your hand, even the sleeve of your shirt if need be

Anywhere he can touch → he's touching

Buys you flowers very often!

He just loves you sm! 😭

Vernon

Chilled out

A little too chilled out at times.

You remember how they said he'd eat sandwiches everyday if no one cooked for him?

Well, neither of you knew how to cook.

The guy was okay with eating sandwiches everyday if you made them

You didn't even do anything special with them

Just that you made them made them taste better to him

Maybe made with love?

Never got jealous really

He knew who you were going home with at the end of the night. He knew you'd never leave him for someone else

He had complete trust in you

Joshua

Kind and gentle type

Very romantic!

He'd made you a scrapbook with all of your firsts together for an anniversary present.

There was even a pressed flower from the very first bouquet he'd gotten you in there!

He'd take you on romantic get-a-ways when you were both very stressed with work and needed a break

He likes to comb/brush your hair.

Sometimes he's even shampoo your hair for you!

He would help you whenever you were cooking in the kitchen.

He loved to bake sweets for you to eat!

Jeonghan

Loves to cause a little bit of trouble for you!

Absolute prankster

He'd gotten sick one time and kept trying to get you to give him a kiss

Every time he'd attempt it, you'd dodge him but in the end you'd ended up getting sick because who could resist him?

He would even sometimes draw on your face when you were sleeping

Of course, you'd do the same

It was a playful goofy relationship

The best kind in my opinion

But when things got serious, they got serious

He knew when to stop the act and behave accordingly

The absolute best!

Woozi

Obviously, not big on pda

Definitely the one to initiate it, though, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with it.

When he's working late in the studio, you'd drop by and hang out with him until he's done

Often ended with you passed out on the couch lol

He would ask your opinion on what you thought of what he was making

He valued it so much!

He took some of your advice when you offered it and vice versa!

When he was frustrated with work, you'd force him to take a quick break and take a nap with you. He was constantly over doing it!

Dude needs a break!

Seungkwan

Sassy, sassy, sassy

You dish it out, he takes it and vice versa!

Little he said / they said tiffs

More like the "I love you more" "no I love you more" type of vibe

He loves to gossip with you about all your mean and rude customers/coworkers/patients etc.

"I cant believe [insert name here] did that! Oh my God, how are they not fired yet?!"

You're fired up about a situation, so is he.

He likes to play argue with you, know what I mean?

Almost an enemies to lovers situation when you guys first met

He was pretty blunt when he's met you.

Nothing rude, just the way he was saying things was more direct than what you were used to so it rubbed you the wrong way.

Sooner or later it got cleared up obviously because you guys got together

Cute feisty relationship!

Dk

Big Ole ball of energy/positivity

You having a bad day? Not anymore!

Will literally do anything to see you smile

This man particularly hates to see you cry. Breaks his heart!

You'd come home sobbing because you'd gotten scolded at work for forgetting to clean up one thing, it was an accident

Seokmin would be right there trying his best to comfort you "You want me to go yell at your boss for you?" he'd joke

You'd laugh a little and tell him no.

He'd set up a little movie date at the house for you.

Binge watching whatever show you that cheered you up the most

You wouldn't leave his side the whole night

Hoshi

Maybe a little possessive

Jealous when you are giving others more attention than him!

Not like off the rails psychotic jealous

More pouty than actually jealous

It's so cute though

One time, you'd been talking with Dk about something silly.

Soonyoung had walked in seeing the two of you laughing your asses off

The little puffy cheeked man was huffy

He plopped down next to you and pulled you close to him giving Dk the stink eye 😭

Dk sitting there like ?????

Bending himself backwards to make you happy!

He doesn't even have to!

He just does it because he wants to keep you!

His philosophy is "you keep them, how you got them" (I hope that makes sense)

You treat him the same way!

Junhui

Another golden retriever!

Himbo energy lmao

He loves to make you laugh in any way he possibly can

This dude will make himself a whole ass clown just to even get you to crack a hint of a smile!

For date nights, he picks out your outfits

They aren't always great but you know, he made an effort and you always wore them because it was so sweet of him to do that for you

Couples shirts are a must!

Not everyday but pretty often.

They're usually corny, though

Like one time he'd bought you a shirt with his face on it and he'd had on the one with yours

Treats you so well!

Minghao

Not lovey-dovey but would shower you with acts of service and quality time!

Loves it when you're just hanging with him while he's painting or maybe even doodling and you're doing your own thing

Just being in the same space with you brings him peace 🥰

Date nights are something similar.

Except you guys are doing an activity together.

Maybe yoga, maybe ceramics

For some reason, I think pottery is something you guys would enjoy together

He's there putting the slip on your nose playfully!

It's adorable! Ajdndj

Dino

CLINGY

A little koala lmao

Constantly at your side

Maybe a little codependent

You know those anxious dogs that follow their owners everywhere and get annoyed when they leave a room?

This is him! But in a less dramatic way lol

You're in the kitchen cleaning dishes? He's sitting on the table talking with you or maybe helping you.

He's so cute

He's down bad for you!

All because you've got his heart!

He'd even ditch practice if you called him telling him you'd had a bad day.

Coups would be upset about it lol

But Dino didn't care. He knew you needed him!

He'll do anything for you!

A/N: May start a tag list? If you want to be added, lmk through ask , and I'll add ya! Requests are open!

Feedback is welcome!

[fridayth13]

—when they hate you (or do they?)

↳ mammon, leviathan, mephistopheles, thirteen, and raphael × gn!reader (separately)

↳ genre: fluff(?), enemies to lovers-type beat | wordcount: 1.7k | warnings: cursing, lower demon tries to eat you (mammon), kissing mention (thirteen), you get locked in a closet by solomon (raphael)

↳ notes: when i tell you i worked on this for months 🤡 hfdfjkgdgjfdgjdg

—mammon

between the demeaning remarks from mammon and the fact that you wouldn't take his shit from day one, one can probably guess there'd be a problem

but lucifer appointed him to escort you and show you how things are in the devildom, so it's not like mammon could just say no

but eventually your constant bickering seemed to create a fifth type of migraine for lucifer, so he let mammon off the hook and told you to choose another one of his brothers to escort you around rad

you, being you (and still feeling very petty about mammon's comment of you needing a babysitter. like he was one to talk) you did not listen

the freedom was thrilling, in your defense

after being constantly followed and berated by mammon everyday, being able to go around campus without anyone telling you where to go made you a bit excited

that is, until you found yourself cornered by a random lower demon looking for a snack

but before you could even consider making a run for it, the demon stiffened, their previous predatory sneer freezing into a grimace

they fell to the floor immediately after

and there stood mammon, glaring down at them, his fist positioned upwards like he was ready to land another punch

his glare rose to you

"if you're gonna run around rad all willy-nilly without an escort, at least know when you're bein' followed. idiot."

you merely blinked at him, still reeling in surprise

mammon tore his gaze away. if it were anyone else, you'd almost say he looked flustered

"oh come on, don't go lookin' at me like that! what, did ya really think i'd let some lowlife snack on ya? lucifer'd murder me on the spot!"

you didn't even notice you dropped your bag until mammon picked it up off the floor, carrying it on one shoulder. he gave you a rougher-than-intended nudge on the shoulder

he still wouldn't meet your eyes

"come on, human, let's get ya to class"

—leviathan

it all began.. with the tsl trivia quiz. and then it went downhill from there

though leviathan honored his word and gave you a pact and you began respecting his otaku expertise, on a personal level? yeah no

maybe he was still butthurt about the quiz..? you didn't want to assume the worst about him. you barely knew the guy after all

but also he tried to kill you over his hyperfixation. maybe you had the right to assume whatever you want

and honestly, you were bound to get tired of it at some point

"you're just a random normie anyway lol"

"what, you think i'll just let some normie into my room?"

"ugh, i can't believe a normie beat me at a gamee."

forget tired, honestly, you were getting sick of it

you decided you've reached your limit on a random thursday morning

"hey, normie, pass the salt, would you?"

you ought to throw it at his head at this point

your teeth ground together in irritation

you didn't even notice that you'd crossed the room and moved around the entire dining table until you had the demon's collar by the fist

"i have had it with you!"

"wH- eh?" leviathan could only sputter as your grip tightened on his shirt. "what is your problem?"

"what's my problem? what's your problem?"

you didn't catch the hitch in his breath, the growing red of his cheeks, too blinded by annoyance to look anywhere but the narrowed pupils of his eyes

"would it kill you to have some manners, goddammit? i haven't done a single thing but breathe near you and all i hear is normie this, normie that, do you even know my fucking name?"

levi gulped nervously, but he surprised you nonetheless

"..m....mc.. your name is mc." he mumbled.

you were silent for a moment. but even after all the shit, you decided it would have to do for now. this wasn't worth being late to class over

"i'm not done with you.. demon."

you let go (he heaves a sigh of relief below you) and pick up your bag and leave. simple

all the while, levi watched you leave with his heart hammering in his chest

—mephistopheles

let's be honest, it's not very hard to make an enemy out of mephistopheles

even if you weren't an angel, as a human, you managed to get on his nerves just fine

you'd think with his status and titles and riches that fighting with him on a near daily basis would have some serious kind of ripple effect against you

but you quickly learn that no, he was just the most dramatic bitch in the universe

we been knew

but this only served to annoy you more, really. it was clear that he didn't even take you seriously enough to fight you properly

instead, he resorted to being petty and snarky and obnoxious about literally everything and you wanted to break his stupid nose with his stupid cane

depending on who you are, you would be delighted or very irritated to know that you get on his nerves just as badly!! :D

he knew the demon brothers were a bunch of oafs from the start, but honestly, the way they tumbled over each other to kneel at your feet was just a whole new level of pathetic

you were just some random human exchange student, after all. how great could you really be?

that was what he thought until one day, when his younger brother came barreling into the newspaper club room, completely unannounced, for his first surprise visit to his older brother's school

before mephistopheles could question him, he noticed you standing awkwardly in the doorway

"meph, did you meet mc?" his brother's bright grin seemed like a slice out of the sun as his eyes darted between you and your so-called enemy

obliviously, the kid continued rambling on. "your school is really really big, and i got lost after dad dropped me, but mc found me and brought me to you!"

huh

mephistopheles raised his eyes to meet yours. he couldn't quite read the expression on your face. but he didnt push you further

"is that so?"

(as he soon learned, you were actually pretty great)

—thirteen

in thirteen's defense, you were not the target of the trap

obviously

(so clearly, it was solomon's fault right?? riiiight???)

but you didn't seem to think that way. and to her discredit, you did still get caught in it

upside down and dizzy, the rubber rope latched around your ankles and wrists bouncing with the slightest breeze, you swore you would get her back for this

and you did:

after setting you free, the day after, she reset the trap. all you needed to do was push

in your defense, being stuck upside down for hours, even if on a mere accident, was not fun in the slightest

you were even late for class :(

unfortunately for both of you, the reaper seemed to take this as an act of war

and so ensued your rivalry

unfortunately for everyone else, you were both incredibly stubborn, headstrong, and dramatic

so more often than not, other people ended up falling victim to either of your pranks

belphegor gets caught in a tickle machine intended for you, mephistopheles suffers a bucket of ink falling from the door onto his head, not to mention the time lucifer got hit face first with glitter glue

legend says you were both almost suspended

but that wasn't even taking into account how much everyone hated being there for your verbal fights

satan has had to leave so many rooms just to keep from getting irritated at your antics

it isn't until asmodeus intervened one day that some of the poor witnesses figured out how to make a little entertainment off of this predicament

"good heavens, would you two just KISS already?!"

and, well, in asmodeus's defense, it had just been a joke on his part; a way to get you both to shut up

but much to both of your discredit, neither of you were all that good at hiding your blushing

—raphael

it started with solomon, being the good, amazing, wonderful peacekeeper with no ulterior motives that he is, he hatched a plan to get you and the angel to make up

a plan that was totally not for his own entertainment whatsoever, no

he even got luke to help him out :D

and that was the story of how you and raphael got locked in a room together <3

"luke, please let us out. right now."

a muscle ticked in raphael's jaw as solomon laughed from the other side of the door

"sorry!" luke exclaimed. "we can't open it just yet! not until you talk and make up!"

"solomon....." you warned

"tsk tsk tsk. come on, mc, we're only trying to help you. both of you"

"define 'help'." raphael muttered

you snorted at his quip

"well, for one, the fact that spears rain from the heavens whenever you fight"

"that is none of your business!"

you couldn't help but laugh at his words, even as he glanced your way with incredulity. if anything, the bewildered look only made you laugh again

"guys, you know i could just summon one of the brothers to let us out right? why bother with all this?"

"i know you can, of course," replied solomon. "but. you know. we'd much rather you didn't"

"we just want you two to stop fighting.." luke said

your shoulders slumped at his voice. luke, at least, was being serious

you glanced sideways at raphael. he met your gaze, and the look on his face told you he was thinking the same thing

the angel sighed. "..okay"

"okay what?" luke asked

"we will try to get along."

"really?!"

raphael chuckled. "yes, really" the soft smile on his face faded as he saw your expression

"what."

"nothing, nothing, i just don't think i've seen you smile so nicely before" :)

"which would make sense, given that you're annoying"

"you-"

"haha," solomon chuckled. "they're getting along already"

"it doesn't sound like it.."

"guess it's our time to leave, luke"

"wait, wh- HEY. solomon, put me down!"

you and raphael exchanged glances

"who shall i call?"

"lucifer"

you shared a short, conspiratorial grin

"just what i was thinking"

dividers from @clutteredfun

[1863-project]

I've been thinking a lot lately about my experiences as an autistic adult and how difficult certain things actually have been for me, and one of the things that really hit me recently was how I can tell the patrons at the library I work at are judging me. They say things to me they'd never say to my co-workers, because my co-workers seem "normal" to them. But I can think of two different cases in the last year or so that really stand out to me that illustrate this.

The first was a patron who wanted the writing address of the governor of New Hampshire. I found it and went to write it down for her. She didn't want it that way, she wanted it printed. Of course, Wikipedia wasn't going to print well, and she was starting to get difficult about it, so I came up with a solution - I'd type it into a Word document and print it for her. I was excited that I'd come up with something, and I enthusiastically expressed this excitement by raising the volume of my voice. She decided I was "weird," told me so to my face, and left instead of letting me help her.

More recently, I showed similar excitement when showing a patron how to use Google Maps, excitedly reassuring her that we'd do it together and that I wasn't going to just tell her to do something she didn't know how to do. This patron told me my enthusiasm made me seem "like a schoolgirl." I deflated immediately, pointed out I was actually 34 years old, and did everything else with an extremely dampened mood.

Being an autistic adult in the workplace - or anywhere - is an uncomfortable experience. The first patron decided I was scary. The second patron infantilized me. The dichotomy of being an autistic adult is that some people decide you're uncanny and scary and some people decide you're actually a child. Both are microaggressions. Both are ableism. The third option is, of course, to mask so well they can't tell, and then get told "But you don't seem autistic!" when you drop the big reveal on them (if you do). There's no winning here.

I think, often, of Ingo and Emmet, autistic adults who, like me, are in the workplace, are really good at their jobs and take them seriously, and are really enthusiastic about what they do. I think about what sorts of things people must say to them, about the judgment they likely experience from passengers and trainers. I think about how gratifying it must be for them to repeatedly face trainers like Hilda, who only cares about battling and not who she's up against, because in those moments there's no judgment, just Pokemon battles. Just as my regular patrons who know me and are okay with me are a comfort to me, so too must their returning trainers be one to them, a beacon of acceptance in a world that refuses to understand.

I think sometimes about how I can't go into the tags for these characters that are just like me, because there's content that treats them the way the real world treats me. It isn't all of the things people make, but it's enough that I can't take the chance of looking myself, because you never know. It's been this way since 2010, and it shows no signs of stopping. I think about how all fandoms have this problem, about how many people experience this, and it hurts deep in my chest. I wish desperately for a kinder world in which people like me aren't treated as "weird" because we're enthusiastic about work, because we don't have volume control, because we can't mask, because we're not like most people.

I do what I've always done - I generally just talk about the things I like with trusted friends who also like the things I like. It's safer that way. I don't have to worry about stumbling upon the things I already experience in real life. If my friends find something safe, they bring it to me, a wonderful show of kindness and affection that I am always deeply grateful for.

I just wish I lived in a world that thought about how things affect people more, about how a respectful portrayal can give someone hope and help them love the person in the mirror. But every "unhinged" or "scary" depiction of normal autistic traits reminds me how far we still have to go, how Autism Speaks and other hate groups still dominate the narrative even as they fade into the background.

Everyone can do what they want in fandom, but it's supposed to be an inclusive space, not an alienating one, and I think it's good to be thoughtful. You never know who you may be helping or hurting.

[captainofthedauntless]

When Life Gives You Lemons

Rise Donatello x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader's at the Lair to help Mikey in the kitchen. Mikey's caught up in something else. Donatello gives Reader a way to pass the time. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. Vague not-friends to might-be-friends with feelings. Set a few years post movie.

Commentary: He's much harder to write for than a certain blue menace. IDK if this even sounds like him.

It's easy to think Donatello doesn't care.

Well... that's not true. You've seen him unveil his latest and greatest inventions- he cares so much it's impressive.

But it is easy to think he's extremely (impressively) neutral on you.

It's a kind of intense neutral that you haven't seen anywhere else.

He's polite. Or his version of polite, anyway. It's not like he avoids you, he just is neutral in a way that somehow pulls on your attention.

You can't explain how or why.

You're just aware of it the same way you're aware of his family's fondness for you. His near-apathy has the same volume as Leo's jokes and Raph's warm support and Mikey's excited integration of you into their schedules.

You call it Hamato Intensity, in the privacy of your own mind, the way they all are. It's shapeless and beyond definition, and you really shouldn't think too hard on it because it simply is the way that gravity just is, but you almost can't help yourself.

They just have a presence.

Maybe it has something to do with that Ninpō thing Mikey and April tried to explain to you. It's like magic, but it's not magic, but it's kinda magic? But then Donnie had cut in to explain that it was absolutely not magic and he had a whole PowerPoint and everything got very derailed very very quickly.

You were more confused at the end than you were when the conversation had started.

So you try not to think about it too much. You get that they're glowy and dangerous, and it has something to do with ancestral connections, and you think April's haunted, and that's just going to have to be enough.

It's a lot like how you don't quite get Donnie.

You're pretty sure he doesn't dislike you. Over the few months you've known the family, you've seen him dislike several people, and it is always extremely clear. It's sharp and hazardous and can be a little (lot) intimidating- and he's never been like that with you. He's just dry. A little reserved.

The weird part is that it isn't really... awkward?

Like, it should be. It so should be. Right now, with you sitting at their kitchen table waiting for Mikey to get home so you can help him with his latest culinary adventure (per his request) and Donnie silently brewing coffee and typing away at his gauntlet, it should be awkward.

It isn't.

It's comfortable, in a strange way.

The realization is a surprise- one only trumped by the surprise of him speaking.

He says your name in way of greeting, and your head whips around like he'd screamed.

"Yeah?" You say, confused.

You think it might be the first time he's said it to you.

He stares at you for a beat like he's studying you, just long enough for you to start to feel out of place. "Still waiting for Michael, I presume?"

"Yeah," You repeat, no less confused. More confused, you think. "He's grabbing ingredients. Apparently Leo ate the end of something and Mike's making him portal them around to replace it," You explain (over explain? You can't tell) with a fond amusement. "Said they couldn't find it at the first place they tried, so they're making extra stops."

Something dings on his wrist, and he drops his eyes to type something into his gauntlet again. "Excellent," He says neutrally, still typing. "That leaves you free to assist me."

You blink at him, confusion growing. Again.

He seems to notice, his hand stilling on his keyboard for an almost imperceptible moment. "If... you are not otherwise occupied, obviously."

"Um, no. Nah, I'm free," You respond, finding your footing again and deciding that much stranger things have happened, really. "What's up?"

"I require an extra set of hands in the lab, to hold a circuit board in place while neither crushing nor breaking it, which- despite his best efforts and gentle demeanor- makes Raphael a less-than-ideal candidate," He explains, his typing hand coming up to twirl once in midair in a very Donnie motion of simultaneous acknowledgment and dismissal.

It occurs to you that this is the same lab that may-or-may-not have some sort of nuke tucked away in it, depending on who you listen to.

The thought is brushed away by the realization that your curiosity outweighs your caution (again).

You slip out of your chair, nodding at him. "Sounds... uncharacteristically simple," You say, testing the waters with a gentle joke at his expense.

It seems to pay off as he nods. "I assure you, the end goal is extremely characteristic," He says, and it takes you a second to realize he's- it's not joking, but it has a self-aware, playful edge to it. It's subtle, but it's there, and it catches you off-guard as two robotic arms reach out and pour a mug of coffee without him looking.

"Then lead the way."

He turns without a word, retracting one metal arm as the other brings the mug to his hands before disappearing into his shell.

You follow him to his lab, hesitating just outside as he slips right back into his element.

You've been in the lab before, but it's rare, and usually with the company of his entire family. Here, you have no cues to follow.

He glances back at you and raises a brow.

"Do I... need to take off my shoes or anything?" You ask over the synth and bass filling the room, only half joking. It feels like walking into an operating room, like you need to sterilize your entire being before you breathe on any of the impressive technology.

"No," He says simply, turning back to his workbench, "The floor is cleaned bi-daily by SHELLDON. Bi-daily, in this case, being twice-per-day- not every other."

You nod at his back. Of course it is.

You walk towards him, not quite able to resist the urge to look around. You settle for keeping it subtle.

"Here," He says, pulling your attention from an organized mess of cables and metal hanging on the wall like technologically-advanced macrame. "Hold this over here, at roughly a 59.6 degree angle."

Taking the circuit board- a foot square and heavier than you expect- you nod again, trying not to laugh as you step to his side and lift it up to rest against yet another unintelligible pile of technology. "Right. 59.6 degrees."

"Roughly," He amends, the start of a smile visible in your peripheral. He reaches out- into your space- and nudges the board into a sharper tilt, presumably finding that approximate angle for you as his metal arms grab things from the tool chest behind him.

"Like this?" You ask, trying to hold still as he pulls away.

Oddly, you almost miss his space in your own.

"Roughly," He repeats dryly.

That's alright. You aren't striving for perfection.

Roughly is fine.

You feel compelled to strive for perfection.

You swallow the urge.

He's back, hands full of drill and screws and metal hands holding more metal pieces that you can't quite see around his battle shell as he crouches slightly to look at the underside of the board in your hands.

"Slide it to the left- your left, not mine."

You nudge it gently.

"More."

You nudge it again.

"More- too much, back the other way."

You cock a brow at him- or more accurately, at his red-and-blue goggles, which show you your own reflection. You can't see his eyes, but he must see you, because he mimics your expression.

You nudge it back the other way.

"Adequate," He says in something close to approval.

It's nicer to hear than it probably should be.

"This will be an unpleasant sound. It will jostle the board. If it slides out of alignment, we'll have to reset you."

"Alright."

He's correct- as per usual. It's a very unpleasant sound, metal on metal combined with the whir of the drill, followed by clanging as his battle arms hand him extra pieces and parts.

He ends up entirely beneath the metal monstrosity, supported by the two metal arms as he leans back to look up at the machine's underbelly.

You end up in a long-abandoned rolling chair. You tell yourself it's just because Mikey isn't home yet.

Eventually, Donatello calls your name.

"Yeah?"

"Four-point-five millimeter hex key."

You glance over at the little work table he'd rolled over earlier, and spot a tray of neatly organized hex keys. A closer look reveals perfectly placed labels.

One reads 4.5, so you slip it out of its slot and roll forwards to pass it to him.

"Thank you."

You hum a little acknowledgment, and kick your chair back slightly.

"-and for some insane reason, he decided to catapult himself-" You wave an arm out in emphasis, mid-story as Donnie meticulously wires together the plates you had installed, and a third metal arm darts out to gently catch your wrist.

You stop speaking, and you stare at each other.

"Hotplate," He says after a beat.

You glance over your shoulder, and your hand is being held just shy of a metal platform on the desk behind you. There's a little red light on the front, and a bright purple sign plastered neatly below it, warning Hot. Do Not Touch. Do Not Use As Microwave.

"Thanks," You says softly. You can feel heat wafting off it now, enough to give you the impression that had he not interceded, you'd be nursing a nasty burn.

He hums and retracts the hand, tucking it neatly into his battleshell. "You were reminding me of Nardo's foolhardy ways?" He prompts, attention already returning to the project in front of him.

Eventually, you hear Mikey holler from outside the lab, calling you.

"I guess that's my cue," You say.

Donatello does not look up. "Agreed. I appreciate your assistance."

"Any time," You say casually.

As you turn to leave, you're absolutely dumbfounded to realize you actually mean it.

You've enjoyed your stint as his lab assistant.

"How was the lab?" Mikey asks, a little too playful for your tastes.

"Hazardous," You quip dryly, replaying the hotplate incident. "No wonder he's so protective of it."

You miss Mikey's response, mentally counting metal hands.

Donatello's battleshell has more than two.

You're pretty sure you've seen him with five before.

...So why did he need help?

"Hello?" Mikey asks gently, an innocent- too innocent- smile on his face.

"Sorry, flashbacks to my near-death experience." It's not quite a lie.

He doesn't quite buy it.

"I said if he asks you to test fit a helmet, say no," Mikey repeats.

You nod slowly. "Speaking from experience?"

"Don't worry about it," He chirps, slipping an apron over his head. "Speaking of experiences, are you ready for Angelo's All-You-Can-Beat Eggstravaganza?"

"Absolutely," You grin, happy for the change of subject.

And excited for lemon bars.

Win-win.

"You're telling me-"

"Nardo, don't-"

"I teleported all over New York and the Hidden City-"

"You are in the way-"

"So that you could get your wrenches passed to you?" Leo exclaims, the picture of incredulity as he stands between Donnie and the equipment you'd helped with. "That was your grand plan?"

"I had no grand plan," Donnie responds, stubbornly sidestepping his twin. "Michelangelo had a grand plan. I was a victim, dear brother, same as you."

"Oh, of course, of course," He says, hands coming up in dramatic surrender. "Because spending time with someone you have the hots for-"

Donnie taps at his gauntlet, turning his music up over his brother while sliding back beneath his newest baby.

"-Is exactly the same as stopping in thirteen stores-" Leo continues louder, undeterred- "for a niche lemon species you eventually start to think Mikey made up!"

"And did he?"

"He might as well have, for how deep into Witch Town we ended up!"

Donatello rolls his eyes sharply, adjusting bolts above himself.

They don't need adjusting.

"If you don't come out to try their lemon bars- and sing their fucking praises- I will come in here and haul you out myself," Leonardo proclaims, ducking into Donnie's space. Persistent, unyielding, obstinate. "And I will tell everyone- everyone, you heard me- about last month and the rollerskates-"

"You are a monster."

"And I will do so in detail," Leo finishes, a smug grin on his face.

Donnie glares at him.

"We're not kids anymore, hermano," He says matter-of-factly. "You've taken on supervillains, aliens, ancient mystic entities, and all of NASA's cybersecurity-"

"Allegedly."

"-You can handle a direct conversation without hiding behind your tech."

Donatello does not respond.

Leo pats the metal chassis they're hunched beneath in lieu of touching Donatello himself and takes his leave.

The kitchen is loud when you and Mikey present a tray of perfectly sliced, perfectly proportioned lemon bars, each presented in an adorable white paper liner and covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar.

It's loud and happy and sounds like love, and you find yourself marveling at that Hamato Intensity again as Raph and Casey bicker about the wrestling match they both watched the night before and Casey Jr excitedly asks Mikey all about the bars and April and Leo and Splinter sneak in closer to the tray, only freezing when Mikey fixes them with a dangerous glare over Junior's shoulder.

It's a lot. They're a lot.

It smells like citrus and sugar and coffee.

The coffee reminds you of the smell of steel, which reminds you of the clanging of metal, which reminds you of whirring drills and gentle nudges and self-assured sass from beneath a machine you still don't understand.

And then you're jolted from the surprisingly warm memory by Mikey sliding a lemon bar just under your nose, happily saying something about chef privileges, and the bars taste every bit as good as they smell and he's grinning broadly and your heart feels warm all over again at the happy sounds from the group you love so much.

Metal claws dip into your vision, dangling your keys in front of your face like a worm in front of a fish. "Missing something?" Donatello asks dryly, quietly, from behind you.

"Where were these?" You ask, cupping your hands beneath them and catching as the metal claw releases.

"Workbench," He says simply, his claw- and another- darting forwards and grabbing two bars by their liners. He drops one in your hands and takes the other, tucking his metal extensions away. "How did these turn out?"

"Why don't you try it and find out?"

"I like to know what I'm getting into."

"I'm biased," You shoot back, your voices similarly amused. "As a man of science, you recognize the issue here, no?"

"Touché." He takes a bite, chewing slowly, thoughtfully.

"...So?"

"It appears you are more-than-adequate in the kitchen as well," He says, and it feels like a compliment.

It feels like a big one.

You nod, playfully smug. "I'm happy to hear it."

You are.

The realization makes you feel a little brave. "If you find yourself needing an assistant again..."

"I'd have to be able to steal you away from Mikey."

"I think he can share."

"In that case," Donnie says, amusement in his voice as he speaks beneath the noise of his family, just to you, "I will keep you in mind."

It doesn't sound half bad, really.

[gazspookiebear]

Ghost hcs mostly him having autism

Has compression socks and gloves bc they help keep him regulated, but he HATES tight clothing anywhere else. He strictly wears loose and baggy clothing, like oversized hoodies

Hates flavored water unless it's tea. Green tea? Sure. Any kind of sparkling water? Nuh uh

Likes mud and rain puddles. Don't ask me why

Can't stand the smell of coffee in the morning, it overwhelms him. He can and will leave the room if someone just made coffee

Doesn't like hugs, or really just being touched in general. (Mostly due to trauma, but the autism isn't helping either)

That being said, when he does get hugged, he prefers it to be firm. Heavy knuckles running up and down his back is the quickest way to make him melt in your arms. Soap is the only one allowed to do this, but Price and Gaz will very occasionally be offered one of those awkward one-armed half hugs if they need one.

He masks most of the time (literally and figuratively) so it's not very obvious that he's autistic from first glance. If he's comfortable with the people around him, or if he's alone, he might stim

He does jazz hands as a stim, and can occasionally be found tiptoe walking

He also knocks his knuckles together and rasps them on desks. He likes the noise.

He prefers rough or smooth textures over soft/fluffy ones. Denim, mesh, leather, linen, and polyester are the only fabric types he'll be comfortable in.

He keeps his hair buzzed, not just because he's in the military, but because he pulls on it and ends up tearing it out of his head when he gets sensory overload from it touching his face (me too bro, me too)

He listens to metal songs on max volume when he's sensory seeking (you can hear that shit through his headphones)

He doesn't like having things in his ears, so he prefers headphones over earbuds. He won't complain if he has to use earbuds though.

Surprisingly enough, he can't stand weighted blankets. Unless that weighted blanket is Soap 😏

He gets aggressive when he's excited, so he'll often go to the gym to blow off some steam. Rookies see him going to town on a punching bag and assume he's pissed, but really he just doesn't know how else to express his feelings.

He hyperfixated on komodo dragons for a while (he now has several random facts in his arsenal)

His special interest is weapons. Any kind, he just thinks they're interesting. Especially crossbows. (He knows just about every weapon under the sun, ask him literally anything)

He steals Soap's phone to play neko atsume (he has become emotionally attached to the cats, but you didn't hear me say that)

He prefers to sleep with blankets under him instead of on top because it makes his skin crawl if they're not the right texture.

He's always cold but radiates heat like a motherfucker, definitely has an electric blanket at his place

He has a favorite pen that he carries everywhere, refuses to use anything else.

He eats the most random food combinations. Tomatoes with sour cream? Delicious. Avocados with cream cheese? Absolutely divine. A normal fucking sandwich? Hell no.

He struggles with hygiene but hates feeling dirty. He'll often force himself to shower even when he knows it'll drain his energy.

He has to buy a specific type of eyeblack because of the texture. He doesn't like any kind that feels too greasy. Not that it'll stop him from wearing it if that's all that's available, but he won't be happy about it.

He used to bite his hands as a kid. Hard. He has a few small scars because of it

He enjoys heavy bass. He likes low rumbling/knocking noises. He may or may not be considering buying a bass drum...

Alternates between sleeping in a hammock and a bed at his place

Loves chairs that spin, though you'd never catch him spinning 😔

Everything he says sounds sarcastic, even when he's being genuine. This has caused many people to get annoyed with him.

He tends to grind his teeth, so he chews on tree bark to keep his mouth busy

He used to climb trees as a kid because he liked the way the wind felt from up high in the leaves

He isn't a fan of the way paper feels. That being said, He loves old books. He spends most of his downtime at the library since it's quiet and peaceful, plus it gives him a way to get out of the house and busy himself.

He still wears a mask off duty for many reasons. For starters, he's never been the best at facial reactions. He thinks it's easier to just hide it altogether than to try and contort his face into the "appropriate" reaction. Secondly, he has stims and occasional tics where his mouth moves, and he doesn't want people to stare. (Snapping his mouth like a shark... so real to me) Also, he just thinks it should be common practice. He's never understood why people don't cover their mouth and nose, or at the very least cover it when they cough/sneeze.

He will actually fan the air in front of him if someone he doesn't like just walked by. He doesn't want to breathe "their air". (Graves was very confused as to why Ghost kept waving the air every time he walked by)

He wears sunglasses in public, regardless of whether or not it's sunny out. He just doesn't want to have to make eye contact with people if he doesn't have to. He can make eye contact, but he much prefers not to.

He punches his legs or the walls when overstimulated.

He has dromophobia (fear of crossing streets) and tends to speedwalk across roads

Has the biggest vocabulary known to man because he used to read dictionaries as a kid. (He can and will abuse this power when someone is annoying him)

Prefers non-fiction. That's it.

He cleans doorknobs daily. He specifically keeps a pack of wipes with him to clean doorknobs- who the fuck knows when they were cleaned last. He can't stand the idea of touching something that dozens, if not hundreds of people (who may or may not have washed their hands) have touched prior.

His favorite color is orange. He always avoids touching anything orange because he's worried he'll ruin it somehow.

He washes his hands before and after everything he does (when he can)

He has a crowbar. He keeps it beside his bed, and he's very fond of it.

He can stay completely still for concerningly long amounts of time. Useful for missions, unnerving the rest of the time. Can and will be seen in the corner of a room staring at people.

@waiting-so-long I'm so glad someone wanted to hear my nonsense lmao

[the-demonus-aunt]

Hello! I love love LOVE your work! If it's okay, may I ask if you could write about a MC who's has some chub and like how the demon boys love up on them during sex? ( like little tummy nibbles, how MC's tummy looks in rope bondage, ect.?)

I hope you're having an awesome day/night! Stay safe!

Loved this, thank you!

CN nsft. minors dni. reader has boobs (could be manboobs tho 🤤).

Belphie

The youngest brother is a sneaky little bitch

He's also a sadist

He adores your chub because he loves pinching it

Grabbing you hard while fucking into you

Leaving oh so pretty bruises on your love handles

Biting into your soft skin like into a perfect bun

He adores your curves and loves seeing them covered in his marks

You're his, after all, aren't you?

Beel

This boi loves some chub - he doesn't wanna feel like he's about to break you when he's rough

Even better if you have a healthy appetite - what could be sexier?

He'll hold on to your hips and caress your tummy and give little kisses to your double chin as you sigh his name in ecstasy

He loves clinging to you - you're so warm and soft and he loves you so much

Asmo

This boi is all about aesthetic

And damn you match his taste

He's got a thing for big butts. And big boobs. And thick thighs. And...really, he loves it all.

Nothing can compare to the image of you looking up at him, as his cum drips down your curves

There's nothing like the feeling of cumming all over your body and then admiring his work on the most beautiful canvas he's ever had

He might rub it into your skin, massage your whole body just to feel you up and make you glisten

Satan

The Avatar of Wrath truly thinks you're beautiful

He'll write poems about you and whisper them in your ear as he makes you cum

But frankly

There's one thing that just gets him off like nothing else

It's you sitting on his face and having him overstimulate you to tears as your soft thighs suffocate him

Honestly, if he ever has to die, he wants it to be like this

He'll grab your thighs and press them to his head even harder

Scratch along your hips carefully to make you shudder

Moan into you as his tongue teases you to a thousand little deaths

Levi

He's an otaku. He's used to hentai, so there are two things he gets way too excited by

First of all: boobs.

And by Dia, yours are magnificent. The way they feel so warm in his cold hands. The way they bounce when you ride him.

Secondly? He likes the jiggle.

The jiggle on your tummy. The jiggle on your thighs. The jiggle on your gorgeous ass.

He'll thrust into you extra hard, just to see it.

Too bad it only takes a few thrusts until he cums.

I suppose you'll just have to start over again. And again. And again.

Aftercare mostly consists of rubbing your stomach and planting kisses on your plumb adorable cheeks

Mammon

Honestly, he's not really aware of your body type

It doesn't matter if you're fat, chubby or skinny - you're pretty, that's all he sees

However, he does crave physical touch and closeness

So when you're making out and you're on top, he'll push you down onto himself and press up against you

When he's taking you doggy style, he'll grab onto your body anywhere he can

When he's eating you out, he'll bring your legs around his shoulders and head just to have you everywhere around him

It's good when there's more of you, because that means there's more he can be close to, more he can touch, more he can crave

Lucifer

He always thought you to be pretty

But oh, the first time he saw you all tied up, he realised how beautiful you really were

The Avatar of Pride loves your chub

Because when he spanks your horny little ass, he can see the waves of the impact

Because when he puts robes around you, they tug at your chub so deliciously

Because he has a thing for thigh highs and he can't get enough of the pudge that forms on you when you wear them for him

Because it makes biting you so easy

Because he can hold onto you so well, when he fucks into that one sensitive spot you like - or when you ride him and he's about to blackout

Oh how he dreams of holding you again when he has to let go of you for just a second

[creedslove]

Mari!!! I love your writing!!!

Do you think you could write a little jealous Dave York, maybe he has gotten with reader who is a little younger and he's a bit insecure, so he follows her or sees a guy flirting with her and he gets super jealous or protective. But in the end she's like I only want you and she let's him cum in her. 🫣

Sorry I just love Dave York I can't help it ❤️

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: bestie, who doesn't love Dave? He's literally precious, I love him with all my heart, and so do all of us!!! 💞❤️

• okay, let's just establish something here: Dave is a jealous type, okay? No arguments about it, he can be a prince and sexy and treat you like a queen, but he is NOT gonna like to see any guy anywhere around you, he's gonna be pissed off and territorial

• you are definitely the best thing he has in life, he will never risk you having an interest in anyone else but him, he just gets angry and scared to even consider that, because it would break his heart and he would feel so betrayed

• luckily, just as he's obsessed with you, you're also obsessed with him, and you both are mature enough not to play stupid games or mess around with each other's feelings: you both love and respect each other and you don't flirt with other people for fun or whatever reason

• still, other people might try their chance, since you two are a very attractive couple: women all have their eyes on Dave and guys can't help but keep their eyes on you at times, and that's when our hitman gets bothered

• Dave isn't clueless, he knows he's a successful, charming and handsome man with a very attractive position at work but he's also aware you are younger than him, being his second marriage and already burnt by his ex wife, it's made him suspicious, because sometimes it's hard for him to see that good things can happen to him and you are one of them

• overall, underneath all of his hitman threatening persona, lies a rather insecure man who thinks you are way out of his league and that at any minute you're gonna snap from it and finally find someone you should really be with instead of him

• so when he has a break over the week, he decides it would be a great idea to call you up and meet you for lunch, just something quick: going to your favorite bakery for some sandwiches and a slice of cake; it was the kind of date you two didn't plan in advance but you loved it nonetheless, as it was so simple and romantic

• you felt so excited to meet your handsome Dave, you decided to look really nice for him, arriving a little before he did as he was still leaving the office, you picked a nice table and took a look at the menu, checking up your options when you felt glares at you

• you didn't know that man, he looked alright you guessed, he wasn't ugly, but he wasn't Dave's level of handsome either. He was wearing formal clothes which showed it was also his lunch break and once he captured your attention, he smirked and greeted you

• you politely greeted him back, wanting the interaction to end once for all, you weren't interested in him, simple as that, but the guy figured that if he insisted, things would be successful somehow, so he approached your table at the same time Dave got off the car and saw it from outside that unknown man making small talk

• Dave's body heated up at the same time he felt himself going cold and a bitter taste of jealousy flooded his mouth: he hated seeing you talking to him. He didn't know who that guy was but he definitely didn't want him around you, when you two were supposed to be having your lunch date, he didn't want to see you talking to a man who was visibly younger and fitter than Dave, whereas your hitman was going a little a gray and his belly was rounding up a little

• he feels his heart sinking at the same time he approaches the table, he wants to get there immediately and break apart whatever contact is going on, but hearing your voice brings Dave back to reality:

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested, I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's just arrived"

• you told the guy and got up, smiling and walking towards Dave, kissing his lips and hugging him. Your hitman simply wrapped his arm around your body and kissed your lips, giving the guy a rough stare

"is there anything wrong in here?"

• the man just shook his head and excused himself, apologizing and trying to hide how nervous he got once he "accidentally" spotted Dave's gun in his suit jacket. You didn't see when he flashed it at your admirer but you couldn't care less, you were just glad to see your handsome hitman there ❤️

____

[ijustmissyouraccenths]

Too Sweet

CW: Smut

Word Count: 3,887

Nights like these were what Charlotte lived for. She reveled in the excitement of going out with friends, hitting up bars and clubs, and indulging in the thrill of hooking up with strangers. It wasn't something she actively sought out, but once she was in the midst of it all, she couldn't resist. The pulsating energy of the alcohol coursing through her veins, mixed with the throbbing beats of the music, sent her senses into a frenzy. It was a wild and intoxicating experience that she couldn't get enough of. 

As she weaved her way through the throng of people, her body brushed against others and she felt the warmth of their skin. The smell of sweat and alcohol mixed in the air, creating a heady atmosphere. But she didn't mind - in fact, she relished the closeness and connection with strangers that this crowded space provided. Finally reaching the bar, she scanned the crowd for her friends but they were nowhere to be seen. Just moments ago, she had caught glimpses of their familiar faces among the sea of strangers, but now they seemed to have vanished into thin air.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Charlotte pulled out her phone and unlocked it, tapping furiously at the screen to open the Girly Girl Group chat. The small group of her closest friends had created the chat to keep their conversations contained and private. "Hey," she quickly typed out, trying to keep up with the rapid pace of her thoughts. "Where did you all go? I can't find you anywhere." After what felt like an eternity, her hand buzzed in response, signaling a new message from one of her friends. "Em got sick," it read, "we're taking her home. We totally forgot to find you before we left." Charlotte let out a sigh of frustration as she read the message, wishing she had been there to help take care of her friend.

The bar was unusually quiet and Charlotte easily made her way through the sparse crowd to the counter. Despite the emptiness, a few seats were still available, including two to her left. She fervently hoped that no one would choose to sit next to her; she longed for a night of solitude after being unable to let loose with her friends. The air in the bar was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, mingled with the faint aroma of cologne and perfume. Dim lights cast a warm glow over the dark wood furnishings and the low murmur of conversations created a cozy atmosphere. Charlotte relished in this moment of peace, sipping her drink and taking in the sights and sounds around her.

She scanned the room, her gaze lingering on each person before finally landing on a man sitting directly across the bar. He appeared to be in his early twenties, his features chiseled and strong. He held a glass in his hand, swirling the liquid inside before bringing it to his lips for a small sip. As he placed the glass back on the counter, he caught her eye with his piercing green gaze. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

His hair cascaded down to his broad shoulders in loose waves, each strand catching the light and reflecting shades of a chocolatey brown. She couldn't make out the intricate designs, but she could see glimpses of colorful tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves of his plain button down shirt. The fabric hung ever so slightly oversized on his frame, adding to his rugged yet effortlessly cool appearance. A pair of sleek sunglasses dangled from the edge of his shirt pocket, completing the picture of a confident and strikingly handsome man before her. He was a beautiful sight to behold.

As she drifted deeper into her thoughts, the bartender's voice broke through Charlotte's trance. "Hey, can I get you anything else?" She glanced up at him, her eyes taking in his rugged features and easy smile. "Yeah. Um, can I have another rum and coke? And could you also order me another of whatever the man across from me is having?" Her gaze shifted to the man in question.

The bartender nodded knowingly and smirked. "For him?" He turned his head and pointed towards the man. "That's Harry. He's an old-time regular around here. Travels a lot so I don't get to see him often. But let me tell you something, he never pays for his drinks." A mischievous sparkle lit up his eyes as he leaned in closer. "If you catch my drift."

Charlotte caught it all too well. In just a few words, the bartender had conveyed that her idea of buying this man, Harry, a drink was far from original and most likely wouldn't lead to any kind of connection with him. She sighed inwardly but thanked the bartender anyway before turning back to her drink, disappointed but not entirely surprised by his revelation.

She observed him expertly crafting their drinks, his hands moving with a fluid grace as he added just the right amount of each ingredient. Her drink was placed in front of her spot at the bar, and then he walked over to Harry and placed his drink down, explaining that it was bought for him by her. Harry nodded, got up, and left. Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. Was buying the drink too forward? Did she make him angry? But before she could dwell on it any longer, he returned, not to his original spot but to the one next to her. She felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. This was what she had hoped for, but after the bartender's warning about Harry receiving drinks all the time, she didn't expect it to actually happen.

Harry leaned casually against the bar, his gaze fixed on Charlotte. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" he drawled, taking a sip of his drink.

Charlotte couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she countered playfully.

"Oh, it's definitely a good thing," Harry replied, his voice low and confident. "I'm Harry, by the way." He extended a hand towards her.

She took his hand in hers, her fingers lightly brushing against his skin as they shook. "Charlotte," she murmured softly. "It's nice to meet you, Harry."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said with a grin. "So what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Well," Charlotte began hesitantly, not sure how much to reveal about herself so early on in their conversation. "I came with friends, one of them got sick and they all left without me, so here I am."

"Must be your lucky day then," Harry quipped back, winking at her cheekily. "Because I happen to be here too."

Charlotte couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness. "I guess it is my lucky day," she replied, matching his playful tone.

Harry couldn't help but smirk at Charlotte's response. He liked a woman who could give as good as she got, and from the way she seemed to be enjoying their playful banter, it was clear that she knew how to have a good time. "So tell me, Charlotte," he said leaning in closer to her, "what do you do when you're not getting drinks for strangers or being left behind by friends?"

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side curiously, "when I'm not stuck here with you, that is," she added with a playful smirk of her own, "I actually work for a travel magazine."

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "And what exactly does that entail? Traveling the world and writing about it?"

"Something like that," Charlotte replied with a grin. "Although sometimes it feels more like researching destinations and coaxing people into telling me their secrets."

"Sounds like an interesting job," Harry said thoughtfully. "But I bet there's nothing more thrilling than discovering those hidden gems all on your own, right?"

"You know," Charlotte mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "you might be onto something there. Maybe I should start exploring more on my own."

Harry chuckled softly at her response. "Well, if you ever need a travel companion," he suggested casually, his eyes never leaving hers, "you know who to call."

Charlotte felt her heart skip a beat at his words. There was definitely something brewing between them, and she couldn't help but feel excited about the possibility of where this newfound connection could lead them. However, before she could respond further, they were interrupted by the sound of clinking glasses coming from across the bar.

"Hey guys!" a voice called out cheerfully from down the bar. "I just overheard that Harry over here has been getting free drinks all night! That's fantastic news!" The group of people around him erupted into laughter as they all turned towards them.

Charlotte couldn't help but giggle along with them as Harry groaned in exaggerated annoyance. "Oh come on now," he grumbled good-naturedly, rolling his eyes at his friends' antics. "Why ruin a perfectly good rum and coke moment?"

Charlotte smiled at the playful banter, feeling grateful for the unexpected interruption. She glanced back at Harry, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he shook his head in mock exasperation at his friends' antics.

"Well," Charlotte said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "it looks like you've got quite the fan club here, Harry. Free drinks and all! I might need to start hanging around you more often."

Harry laughed, a warm sound that made Charlotte's heart flutter. "I'll have to watch out for freeloaders now that my secret's out," he joked, his gaze lingering on Charlotte.

As the night continued with laughter and shared stories, Charlotte realized that perhaps the best hidden gem she had discovered that evening wasn't a place or a secret, but rather the connection she was building with Harry. And as they exchanged smiles and easy conversation, she knew that this chance encounter was just the beginning of an exciting new chapter waiting to unfold.

As she turned back to Harry, she noticed him sipping his drink slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. She watched his throat move gracefully, unconsciously following its movement with her eyes. The smell of smoke from the nearby table wafted over from a group of smokers outside chatting animatedly about their night so far; it mingled with the scent of stale beer and flowery perfume from a woman who walked past them moments ago. She wanted him. Badly.

As the laughter from Harry's friends echoed in the background, Charlotte decided to take a leap into unknown waters. Her full lips curved into an impish grin as she leaned closer to him, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. " I was thinking of heading back to my place...but I wouldn't mind some company."

Harry choked on his drink, a surprised cough bouncing off the dim lights of the bar. His azure eyes widened for a moment before they smoldered with a heat that made Charlotte's belly flutter. "Are you sure?" he asked, his rich baritone sending shivers down her spine.

Charlotte felt her body react to his words - anticipation pooling deliciously between her thighs. She responded by tracing her finger up his arm, her touch light but incendiary. "I've never been more certain," she replied confidently, the huskiness in her voice revealing just how much she wanted him.

With a swift movement, Harry grabbed their jackets and led Charlotte out of the bar. The cool night air did little to douse their palpable attraction; it only seemed to heighten it further as they stumbled into the backseat of the taxi waiting outside.

As soon as they were alone, Charlotte found herself pinned against the plush leather seat, Harry's large hands roaming over her body. Their lips met in a fiery clash of teeth and tongues. Each fervent kiss made Charlotte whimper and gasp for breath - her body quivering under his masterful touch.

His fingers found their way under her shirt, tracing tantalizing patterns on her silken skin. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath his touch, causing Charlotte to arch into him and moan wantonly into his mouth.

Harry's grip tightened as a low growl escaped his lips, interrupting their heated kiss. He glanced around, suddenly aware of their surroundings - a cramped taxi with a bemused driver in the front seat. Feeling a bit embarrassed, he pulled away from Charlotte and muttered an apology to the driver before paying the fare and exiting the vehicle. They stumbled up to Charlotte's small flat, fumbling with keys and struggling to open the door in their urgency. Finally inside, they were consumed by each other once more, the intensity of their desire seemingly boundless.

Finally, they descended upon each other once more, the intensity growing. Within moments, clothes were shed and strewn about the room. Harry gently pushed Charlotte onto the bed, his hands exploring her body with an insatiable hunger. As he leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth, she grasped his erection, stroking him firmly as she felt his breath hitch in response. Their bodies intertwined, Harry's fingers found her wetness, teasing her and coaxing a desperate moan from her lips.

Their tongues tangled in an erotic dance as their bodies writhed together in a symphony of lust. As Harry's hand gripped Charlotte's thigh, he pulled her closer, grinding his hips against hers. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"You taste so good," Harry murmured between kisses, his free hand trailing down her side and dipping beneath her waistband to find her wetness once more. He plunged two fingers into her core, eliciting a gasp from her lips as she arched her back off the bed.

"Fuck," she groaned, "Don't stop."

His thumb circled her swollen bud while his fingers pumped in and out of her in a rapid rhythm that sent shivers down her spine. Harry's other hand found its way between their bodies, tracing the hard line of his erection against her stomach before slipping lower to tease at her entrance.

"I want you inside me," she whispered hoarsely, rocking her hips towards him in desperation. Without another word, Harry positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside slowly but surely until he was fully sheathed within her tight warmth before removing himself as a tease. 

"Fuck," he growled deep in his throat.

Harry grabbed Charlotte's wrists and pinned them above her head, holding her captive beneath him. His lips crashed down onto hers in a fierce, passionate kiss that left her breathless. He nipped at her lower lip before slipping his tongue inside her mouth to explore every corner of this beauty beneath him.

As they made out, he ground his hips against hers, teasingly rubbing himself against the wet folds of her entrance. She moaned loudly into his mouth, unable to resist the intense desire coursing through her veins. Her body arched off of the bed as she begged for more of his touch.

Harry pulled away from their kiss, trailing hot breath along Charlotte's jawline until he reached her earlobe which he nipped softly before whispering, "You're going to love every second of what I'm about to do to you."

Without further warning, he thrust into her tight warmth with forceful precision, claiming her body as his own with each powerful stroke inside her welcoming depths. She cried out in delight at the incredible feeling of being filled by him so completely. His hard muscles flexed against her sensitive flesh as he held most of his weight on his arms while continuing to pound into her relentlessly hard.

"Oh fuck!" Charlotte groaned out loudly as she felt herself being taken over by waves of pleasure she had never experienced before from this rough yet beautiful session with Harry who was treating her like an object for his lust but still keeping it safe.

As Harry continued his violent invasion of Charlotte's body, she let out a long, low moan that reverberated through both of them. "Oh... my... God..." she panted, her head thrown back in ecstasy as he thrust deeper and harder into her with each passing moment.

His rough hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place while he took her with a ferocity that left her breathless. "Uuuuhhh... harder," she begged between gasps for air. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge with every stroke of his thick cock inside her.

Harry obliged, slamming into her with renewed force that made every particle of her being sing with pleasure. She arched her back off the bed, crying out in delight as he filled her completely. "Fuck! You feel so good," he groaned between harsh breaths.

Charlotte couldn't help but moan in agreement. "Aaaahhh... yes!" She tightened her grip on his shoulders, urging him on as he continued to pound into her at an unrelenting pace. Every time he bottomed out inside her, she felt herself being pulled closer to the brink of orgasm.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each one responding to the other's every move with a desperation that only fueled their passion further. As they neared the peak together, Charlotte's breath came in short gasps and whispers of encouragement. "Oh my god... I'm going to cum."

Harry's thrusts grew even more frenzied as he felt himself getting closer too. "Cum for me," he growled into her ear before pulling out roughly and shooting his hot load across her stomach and chest. 

Charlotte screamed out his name as the intense sensations washed over her, taking her over the edge too. Her body convulsed around him; she arched off the bed and shuddered violently as waves of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. 

Finally spent, they collapsed onto the bed together, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath from this intense encounter filled with raw lust and unbridled passion. It was clear that neither one would ever forget this night anytime soon....

As the weeks went by, Harry and Charlotte's fiery encounters continued. They would meet at the bar, share a few drinks and laughs, and then head back to Harry's place for wild nights of passion.

But as much as Charlotte enjoyed their steamy rendezvous, she couldn't help but develop feelings for Harry. She found herself eagerly anticipating their next meeting and craving his touch even when they were apart. 

And it wasn't just about the physical chemistry between them anymore. Charlotte loved the way Harry made her laugh with his dry wit and dark sense of humor. She loved the way he took care of her after sex, bringing her water and cuddling with her until she fell asleep.

One day, as they lay in bed together after another mind-blowing session, Charlotte couldn't keep her feelings bottled up any longer. "Harry," she whispered, running her fingers through his messy hair.

He turned to look at her with those piercing green eyes that always seemed to see right through her. "Yeah?"

"I... I want more," she said, feeling a little vulnerable but also relieved that she had finally said it out loud.

Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise. "More?"

Charlotte nodded, suddenly feeling a rush of courage. "I want us to be exclusive." but unlike Charlotte Harry did not want the same things.

Harry's expression shifted, his features hardening slightly as he processed Charlotte's words. He sat up, pulling away from her touch, a furrow forming between his brows.

"Exclusive?" he repeated, his voice tinged with hesitation. "Charlotte, I thought we were on the same page about keeping things casual."

Charlotte's heart sank at his reaction, but she steeled herself and met his gaze head-on. "I know we started off that way, but I've developed real feelings for you, Harry. I want more than just these occasional hookups."

Harry ran a hand through his tousled hair, his jaw tensing as he pondered her words. "I... I care about you too, Charlotte. But I'm not sure if I can give you what you're asking for."

Disappointment washed over Charlotte, but she refused to back down. "Why not? What is holding you back?"

Harry looked her dead in the eyes, “You’re too sweet for me.”

Anger ignited within Charlotte at his dismissive response. Her voice laced with frustration, she shot back without missing a beat, "Don't use that as an excuse, Harry. It's about being honest and upfront about what you want."

The room felt suffocating as their confrontation escalated. Harry's jaw tightened further as he stood up, towering over her in a display of defiance. "Maybe you're just too naive to understand," he retorted sharply.

Charlotte rose to meet him at eye level, her own anger rising to match his intensity. "Naive? I know what I want, and I won't settle for anything less," she declared firmly.

Their voices clashed like thunder in the room, echoing off the walls in a fierce battle of wills. Harry took a step forward, his posture challenging as he looked down at her. "You think you can change me? I take my whiskey neat, I’m up until three am most nights. " he challenged, his tone daring her to prove him wrong.

Charlotte didn't flinch under his gaze; instead, she stood her ground with unwavering determination. "I'm not trying to change you, Harry. I'm asking for honesty and transparency in what we share," she shot back defiantly.

The air crackled with tension as their words hung between them like a gauntlet thrown down.

"Maybe we're just too different," Harry stated bluntly, his tone final.

Charlotte refused to back down, her voice firm and resolute. "Our differences don't have to tear us apart. We can find a middle ground if we're willing to try."

The room felt charged with electricity as they stood locked in their battle of wills, neither willing to yield.

The tension between them reached its peak as they stood locked in a silent standoff, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Harry broke the silence with a resigned sigh. "I don't know if I can give you what you're looking for," he admitted quietly.

Harry's gaze bore into Charlotte's, his expression unreadable. "I need time to figure this out," he finally admitted, uncertainty coloring his voice.

Charlotte nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his face. "Take all the time you need. Just know that I won't settle for less than I deserve."

The tension in the room eased slightly as they both took a step back, their gazes still locked in silent understanding.

Charlotte's shoulders sagged at his admission, the reality of their differences sinking in. With a heavy heart but steely resolve, she met his gaze one last time before turning away.

"I understand," he said softly. She walked towards the door.

As she reached for the handle, Harry's hand shot out to grasp hers gently, stopping her from leaving. The room fell into a tense silence as they shared a moment of unspoken understanding before Charlotte pulled away slowly and walked out into the night.